Blue Bloods (2010–…): Season 4, Episode 2 - The City That Never Sleeps - full transcript
When a famous movie star, Russell Berke, who shadowed Danny for research on his next role, is stabbed, Danny goes to his aid, but must keep the crime on the down-low due to Russell's celebrity status. Marc Blucas guest stars.
Excuse me!
I've gotten separated
from my daughter.
There's a police kiosk
over by...
Look, can you make
an announcement from here?
She's only eight years old.
Her name is Claire!
Sir, I'm sorry.
This is a ticket window.
Please, you have to help us!
We're not from here.
Daddy?
Claire! Claire!
Daddy! Daddy!
That's him. That's him.
All units, all units,
suspect in sight.
Repeat: We have
the suspect in sight.
Grand Central,
main concourse.
Repeat: main concourse.
Daddy!
I love you, CC!
Daddy!
Wait! No! Daddy!
Wow. That's pretty intense.
It is, Norah.
Even I'm on the edge
of my seat.
You know, we decided early on
with this one to just go for it.
Not pull any punches,
put my character through
a living hell from scene one.
There's kind of a... a Hitchcock
quality to it, right?
Innocent man
wrongly pursued.
That's right,
and it's... it's a great ride.
And, you know,
the sacrifices that he makes
to get his family whole again
are ones that I think
an audiences can
really relate to.
Now, Norah,
can we please talk
about my love life already?
Oh, yeah!
You brought it up,
let's talk about it.
Well, you were going to.
Let's talk about it,
um, because it certainly gets
a lot of attention,
a lot of press.
Yeah.
Can I show you
how the tabloids work?
Yeah, sure.
I really like your show,
and I think you
are fantastic on it.
Thank you.
We just spent a weekend
in Cabo together
and you're pregnant
with my child.
Oh, come on.
Mmm, that's how it works.
99% of the time,
that's exactly how they blow it
out of proportion.
Then let's talk about the
one percent that is true.
Well, I think that's about
all the time we have today,
ladies and gentlemen.
I'll see you at the movies.
Accused opens in theaters
on Friday.
And what's next for you?
Next up is called
Crime of the Century.
It actually-- no spoilers here--
but I am trailing
an NYPD detective
for the next few days.
Oh.
Just getting the download.
All right. Russell Berke,
always a pleasure.
It is, Norah. Thank you.
And if you, uh, flip
to the next page,
you see a graphic
that breaks down
the pattern of early retirement
based on borough, precinct,
length of service, rank.
Dino, just a minute.
I'd like to stay
with this exit poll.
You have to take it
with a grain of lt.
Frank, I'd caution you not
to misinterpret those metrics.
I can read, Dino.
You're saying the numbers lie?
No, but if you take into account
that when a retiring cop says
he didn't feel a personal
connection with the PC,
it's kind of like
an assembly line worker
saying he didn't feel
a personal connection
with the company's president.
It's not expected or assumed;
it's, uh...
A non issue.
I am not a president.
I am a New York City cop
who was asked to be the PC,
but I'm one of them.
I have to be to lead them.
Actually, you don't.
There's no provision
in the job profile
that requires a PC
to have experience on the job.
But I do, and I won't lose that.
What are you gonna do,
throw a barbecue for 35,000?
Frank, with the City Council
trying to appoint
an inspector general over us...
Yeah, I know, it's hardly
the time for me
to go all soft and fuzzy.
You have their respect, Frank.
That's what matters.
Okay, fine, let's move on.
You know what
I loved you in
that no one else did?
Uh...
Um...
I'm sorry.
That's all right.
What I meant-- it wasn't
as huge at the box office.
Edge of Night.
Yes!
It was pretty far out there,
but you were so real.
Thank you.
Yeah.
Seriously, Detective,
that means a lot.
Hate to interrupt
the love fest, you two,
but, uh, we're almost there.
We're gonna be looking
for one Yoo-Hoo Clinton:
male black;
18; five, six; 150.
He's wanted for
questioning in a series
of armed robberies
of liquor stores.
You call him Yoo-Hoo
'cause he likes the drink?
No. Most nicknames usually
come off of opposites.
Like, a fat guy
would be "Tin""
or a short guy
would be "Shaquille""
Right, so then he doesn't
like Yoo-Hoo.
I don't know if he
likes Yoo-Hoo or not.
Just kidding.
His name's Yousef.
I'm sure it comes from that.
So how's this gonna go down?
Well, you're gonna look
for my partner and I
from the backseat
to move in on opposite sides
of the suspect, closing in.
Sort of like a pair of pliers.
And... there he is.
Nice 'fro, man.
Yoo-Hoo!
See if you can guess
which one he is.
And don't leave
the car, okay?
Hey.
Hey, I'm driving here!
Cops!
Cops!
Hey! Hold it!
Police!
Drop the gun! Hey! Drop it!
Grab that, partner.
What the hell is wrong with you?
Huh? I told you to
stay in the car.
Yousef Clinton,
you're under arrest
for criminal possession
of a weapon.
That's just for
starters, jackass.
Yo, Russell Berke?
Yo, you Russell Berke!
I got slammed
by Russell Berke!
You drive,
I'll ride in the back.
Can I ask you something?
Just as funny and nice
in person.
Who? Ow!
Will Smith.
How you know
I was gonna ask that?
Hey, maybe if you're nice,
he'll get you his autograph.
Maybe Denzel, too?
Maybe not.
♪ Blue Bloods 4x02 ♪
The City That Never Sleeps
Original Air Date on October 4, 2013
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man
Hey, lock him up.
Hi! Hi!
Oh, God.
Do you mind meeting
some people?
Of course.
Thanks.
Hey, what
a pleasant surprise.
Hi!
Hi!
Hi.
Hey, everyone.
Oh, yeah, I was in
the neighborhood.
I-I was just dropping off
a warrant.
Right.
I'm with her.
Yeah.
Uh, Russell Berke,
my wife Linda.
Hi!
Nice to meet you.
My sister Erin.
Big fan.
Beautiful.
And my niece Nicky, Russell Berke.
You're beautiful.
I need a hug from you.
Thank you for all
the great movies.
Well, thanks for
going to them.
You know that thing
I believe you mean
the hall pass.
Yes! You're mine.
Oh, uh...
I'm flattered.
Well, who-who's yours?
His is Michelle Charlesworth.
She's the weekend morning anchor
on channel seven.
I'll, uh, see what
I can do for you,
'cause, you know...
Oh, my God.
Just playing.
Okay.
Is Zooey nice
in real life?
Well, would I be dating her
if she wasn't?
Good point.
Yeah.
Big fan.
I'm a big fan
of what you guys do.
Huge fan.
Thank you.
Okay, well, look,
Russell's here
to do some research, so, uh,
we're gonna
get to work.
Hey, Remy, how's our boy?
Look at that!
Yeah, look at you!
Hey, hey, buddy.
Oh, there she is. Hi! What?
Huh?
What? I don't have any treats.
Wow, even the police dog
is a fan.
Hi.
He likes you.
Yeah. That a girl.
I'll show you the box.
Excuse us.
So nice
to meet you.
Thanks. That a girl.
Bye.
Bye. See you soon.
Oh, my God,
I was such a dork!
Why did I do that?
Take a seat.
They're very sweet.
Yeah, they are.
The box, huh?
It's what
they call it.
So what are you carrying,
Russell?
What do you mean?
That's a drug-sniffing dog
out there from the K-9 Unit.
He did what he was
trained to do.
So what are you carrying?
Oh, this?
In a police precinct?
I have a California
Medical Marijuana card.
Save it.
Look, this isn't gonna work out.
Ah, come on, Danny.
Look, you interfered
with my partner in the field,
you inserted yourself
into a police action
with an armed suspect,
which could have gotten
you killed on my watch.
Now you're carrying
high-grade weed
around the police precinct.
This...
It won't happen again.
You know, I really liked you
in that one picture
where you played catch
in Fenway Park,
you know, with your dad
at the end of the movie?
Thanks.
It was good, yeah.
I actually shed a tear myself.
Went home, got my two boys,
went back, saw it again
same day.
Really?
Yeah.
Maybe I could meet 'em
while I'm here.
Here's my card.
That's my cell number.
You call me by 6:00 p.m. today,
I'll have a few new guys
lined up for you, okay?
What guys?
A couple of retired detectives,
real, uh, superstars.
You know, the kind of guys
with a million stories.
Me, I just grind.
I don't have the moves
for the silver screen.
I want the real thing.
No offense, but...
I don't get it.
You got my cell phone number.
You need anything,
you give me a call.
It really was an honor
to meet you.
I look forward
to seeing your picture.
Thanks.
Well, you had
a lot longer honeymoon
with the rank and file
than I got.
I had to handle the
Beaufort Committee hearings
and the ticket-fixing
scandal in the 2-2
before my first year was up.
So how did you stay
in the flow with the men?
Little things.
You know,
going to retirement parties,
giving them an "attabo""
every now and then.
I always feel like a wet blanket
at retirement parties,
like the fun starts
after I walk out the door.
And you'd be right.
Being the top cop comes with
a lot of sacrifices nobody sees.
You're looking for love
in the wrong place, Francis.
I'm not looking for love, Pop.
What, then?
Some...
sense of presence
in their lives.
And sitting at home
isn't going to accomplish
anything.
No, I'm not saying
working midnights is fun,
but I don't think you can call
yourself a New York City cop
until you've survived a few.
All right, good evening,
ladies and gentlemen.
Welcome to the late, late show.
On tonight's menu,
we got a full moon
and a RealFeel temperature
of about 80,
and a growing pattern
of push-in robberies
on 35 to 39 Streets
between 8th and 9th Avenue.
Ten-hut!
Sergeant, please open the ranks
for inspection.
Front row,
one step forward.
Move.
Hot out there tonight.
Yes, sir.
Wearing your bulletproof vest
would just make it
that much more uncomfortable.
Yes, sir.
Not worth the risk.
No, sir.
Put it on.
Yes, sir.
Nice phone.
Stow it out of sight.
Yes, sir.
Were you eyeballing me,
Officer Janko?
Sir, no, sir.
This isn't the academy.
One "sir" will suffice.
Where's your flashlight?
In my locker, sir.
Not going to do you much good
from there.
On your toes, Sergeant.
Yes, sir.
Do good work,
come back in one piece,
and thank you for your service.
At ease.
12 David on the air?
12 David, go.
12 David, be advised,
you have a 10-39,
a male exposing himself
at 585 West 49, apartment 508.
Uh, 12 David responding.
Police
It's about time.
Yes, ma'am.
Come on in.
You called about
a flasher?
The flasher, ma'am?
Out the window.
He was on the fire escape?
No, out this window.
Was he down the street?
No, across the street,
four up, four across.
Oh, there's your flasher.
Look at him,
just waving that thing around.
Um, there's no law against
him keeping his blinds up.
Or you lowering yours.
Um, it's a quality-of-life
crime.
Not really.
Okay, let's say you're
a young girl
who can't sleep, either,
and she looks up to the moon
to dream, and she's
suddenly traumatized
by this pervert.
How many times have
you called this in?
A lot,
and y'all haven't done anything
about it.
Because we can't,
so please don't waste
NYPD resources anymore.
There you go.
Problem solved.
Great.
It's 100 degrees out there.
Yeah.
I need my ventilation.
You have a good night,
ma'am.
Regan.
Hey, it's me, Russell.
I need you to come meet me.
What? Why?
I got stabbed.
What are you talking about,
Russell?
I need you to come get me.
Well, go to the hospital.
I can't do that.
Look, I'm asking you.
Okay.
Where are you?
19th, 20th Street.
The High Line by the river.
All right, listen to me.
Russ...
Russell!
Hey, have you heard
from the lieutenant?
Not since we turned out.
I wish there was something
we could do for him.
We could go rob a bank.
Oh, no.
Good evening.
Sir.
As you were.
Quiet night?
We were just
reconnoitering, sir.
Is the communication section down?
No, sir.
Are your radios working?
Yes, sir.
And you had to have
this little recon face-to-face?
No, Chief, we were just...
Can I see your memo book,
Officer Lee?
Yes, sir.
Your platoon commander
seems to give you a scratch
minutes after you turn out
or minutes before end of tour.
Nothing in between.
Not always, sir.
Uh-huh.
We're in radio contact, sir.
Well, for instance,
you could radio in
that you're patrolling
the Demarest Houses,
when, in fact,
you're right here,
jawboning with your buddies
by the river.
Yes, sir.
I mean, no, sir.
We would never do that.
Who's your platoon commander?
Lieutenant Eastman, sir.
This...
chance meeting is to remain
between the six of us
with no report back
to your precinct, understood?
Yes, sir.
Well,
it seems the rats and pigeons
are safe and secure
for the night.
Move on.
Yes, sir.
Russell, I'm here.
I'm on the corner.
Where are you?
Look under the High Line,
behind some stairs.
I'm coming.
Where'd they get you?
Geez.
Can you breathe all right?
Yeah.
Then hold on.
Damn it.
What the hell happened?
Where's your car?
Over here.
I'll take you to the hospital.
I-I got a doctor waiting
on East 62nd Street.
What's with the disguise?
Look, sometimes I like to go
into the world anonymously.
All right?
Go people-watching,
like everyone else does.
Yeah, and how does that
get you stabbed?
I was mugged, all right, and I
don't want it out there, okay?
All right.
I knew Herb Eastman
from working on the
pile after 9/11.
Funny guy, a little flashy.
Must be near retirement age.
Maybe closer than he thinks.
Ten-hut!
As you were.
Officers.
As you were, Sergeant.
Commissioner Reagan.
So, how's it going tonight?
Pretty quiet, sir.
I'll take that all night long.
Yes, sir.
I'd like to speak
to Lieutenant Eastman.
He's out on a job, sir.
Oh. Is he still at the scene?
I believe so.
What's the address?
1404 Avenue C, sir.
Thank you, Sergeant.
Carry on.
I got Russell Berke
out here.
Come on.
I'm Detective Reagan.
Please, come in.
Is this a police matter?
Not officially.
Look, somebody cut him.
I need you to patch him up
and then tell me what you can
about the weapon
that was used to do it.
Of course.
It's an honor, Mr. Berke.
Sorry for the circumstances.
Please.
Appreciate you doing this.
Yeah.
Where to, boss?
Crime scene,
1404 Avenue C.
Sir, that can't be right.
Why not?
That address,
that's a cop bar called Finest.
My cousin Sal's a part owner.
Let's head over.
You'll let me know
if you find anything, huh, Doc?
First thing, Detective.
All right. I'll leave
my card on your desk.
Let me go in there.
We go in together.
If he's there drinking
at the bar,
I'll ask him outside.
What if he's not?
Odds are, he's already
been given a heads-up,
and you're gonna walk
in looking a day late
and a dollar short in front
of a barroom full of cops.
And that'd be okay.
How is that?
What else is this for, Dino?
So what if I get a little egg
on my face?
More's the better.
If the rank and file
isn't feeling a connection,
maybe it's because
the streets I walk down
are always swept and secured.
I'm the guy in the tower.
I'm the guy in front of the mic
with all the right answers,
all vetted and prepped.
Nuciforo.
Where?
Got it. Thank you.
Boss, we got a homicide
in the West Village.
Tourist had
his throat slashed.
They're still establishing
the crime scene.
We should head down there.
We can come back here after.
I know.
Light it up, Jim.
Got it, boss.
Hey.
Sorry you waited.
I had Doc
call me a car.
Uh-huh.
Wound's not so bad.
I'm good to go.
Right.
You had Doc
call you a car
on account of you got
your phone snatched
in the, uh,
mugging, right?
Uh... yeah,
I don't know.
Uh...
I guess.
Only, uh... you didn't.
You looked through
my phone?
Yeah, I did.
Though I had to have
one of the techs
walk me through what the
Tryster app is, Russell.
Now you know.
Talk about unsafe sex.
Danny, it's research.
Oh, research.
So you actually
think I'm gonna buy
that the detective
you're playing
is secretly gay and trolls
around the city at night
looking for, uh,
anonymous sex?
Is that it?
I don't expect you
to believe anything.
Can we just...?
No, actually, we can't.
'Cause about
40 minutes ago,
a white male from
Gary, Indiana
was found stabbed and
with his throat slashed
in a park on
Christopher Street.
I don't know
anything about that.
He had his pants
around his ankles,
and the Tryster app
was open on his phone.
Sound familiar?
Look... there is
a predator loose
on the streets
of this city.
You're gonna
help me find him.
I can't.
Sure you can.
I really can't.
No, actually, you can.
Look, I have a right
to keep my private life private.
Come on, Russell,
I don't give a damn
if you like men or women
or cream-filled donuts, okay?
It's 2013.
Men marry each other
all the time.
They put it in the papers,
for goodness' sake.
Well, in my world, it's 1913,
and they don't hire fairies
to star in the moving pictures,
especially the kind I make.
You can't drag me
into this.
Actually, I can.
Because when
you called me,
you dragged me
into a crime.
Which means I'm bound
to report it
and derelict
if I don't.
So now we both have
a secret, Russell.
I'm begging you, man.
I have no interest
in letting your cat
out of the bag.
I need you to help me.
You help me,
I'll help you.
You got my word on that.
All right.
Cheekbones higher,
more pronounced.
Like that?
Yep. Looks good.
Anything else?
Okay...
He, um...
he might have, like, a cut
or a bandage
over his right eye.
Like he got hit
with something.
There you go.
That looks like our guy.
E-mail it over to me, okay?
Thanks for
staying up late.
Get some, uh, sleep.
No worries, Danny.
There's your guy.
I'm gonna need
your watch for the lab.
You might have got some hairs
or skin on it when you hit him.
Uh, it's inscribed.
So what?
"To Russell,
from your
Paramount Pictures family."
Where my deal is.
Oh.
Yeah. That's a problem.
I got an idea.
Let me see.
Wait, d...
What?
Nothing. It's nothing.
There you go.
Problem solved.
Oh.
We got a match.
The, uh, Tryster handle
that they pulled
off the vic's phone.
STR8ARROW,
spelled with an "8,"
same as the guy
who stabbed you.
You're doing good,
Hollywood.
Very good.
Leave the watch.
Let's get you back
to your hotel.
Come on, Uncle Danny,
give it up.
Give what up?
You know what.
The scoop.
What scoop?
He was out half
the night with him.
What's he really like?
Whoa, who are we
talking about here?
Russell Berke, the actor.
He's riding with Danny,
doing research.
What's he been in?
Oh, come on!
Oh, seriously, Pop?
What?
What's he like?
You met him.
What you see
is what you get.
Well, I would like
to take one, please.
Mom. Inappropriate.
Very inappropriate.
I actually feel
bad for the guy.
Oh, really?
I'm serious.
If the guy wants
any kind of privacy,
he's got to move around
like a wanted man.
Well, he is wanted.
I want him,
Linda wants him,
everyone I know...
Mom!
What?
Aunt Erin is joking.
I hope so.
What's the name
of that actor
that was in that movie,
um, Full Metal Jacket?
The drill instructor.
R. Lee Ermey.
Yeah. Dad was
kind of like him
when he came in
the precinct the other day.
I was not.
Okay, I'm exaggerating
this much.
Little respect, please.
Sir, yes, sir.
What were you doing
in Jamie's precinct?
Well, now and again,
I think it's a good idea
for the PC to go out
in the field unannounced.
Oh, like a sneak attack?
Well, to see first-hand
what's often communicated
third- or fourth-hand.
When Teddy Roosevelt
was top cop,
he used to walk the streets
on the graveyard shift,
checking on the men
on their tours.
He didn't always
like what he found,
but at least he saw the value
in seeing it, anyway.
Did you used to do that?
Sure I did.
Any PC worth his salt
has got to give the troops
a little show of force
now and again.
Whether they
like it or not.
Whether he likes it or not.
So it's kind of like
when the principal
decides to sit
in on class?
It kind of felt that way, Jack.
But, as a great New Yorker
famously said,
80% of life is just showing up.
I want in, Sarge.
Why?
Well, because the...
the witness
who generated the sketch
of the suspect, he's...
well, he's kind of
a CI of mine.
Kind of?
How so?
High-profile
lady-killer by day,
way in the closet
by night.
Huh.
High-profile, how?
That's confidential, Sarge.
Get out of here.
What?
Russell Berke?
No.
What... no,
not Russell Berke!
What's the matter with you?
Nothing!
He comes in here,
you say you're
a big fan of his,
and now look at you.
I am, but you don't got
to be so mysterious.
Not being mysterious, Sarge.
Look, if my guy is willing,
I'd like to work one
of the stakeouts with him.
Uh, I don't think
it's a great idea.
He's the one person
we know of who's living
who could finger the perp.
"Finger the perp"?
You're better than that.
Who died and made you
Ellen DeGeneres?
Some hick from Gary, Indiana
who thought we ran
a safe and tolerant city.
For everybody.
Right.
Yeah. Look, Sarge,
if I can convince this guy
to come with,
I think he'd be gold
as part of the decoy unit.
I don't know. I...
Come on, make a few calls.
Come on.
Unbelievable.
Who goes?
What are you doing
in here on a Sunday night?
I could ask you the same thing.
I asked you first.
I outrank you.
We're going to release
a statement
on the Village murder
first thing in the morning,
and I wanted
to line up
some positive metrics
on the safety
of the gay community
in our city.
Which brings us to... and you?
I'm looking for an honest man.
Another midnight ride?
Yes.
This is still
about Lieutenant Eastman?
It's about the fact
that I have to root out
the bad apples
with the same pride
and sense of purpose
that I hang medals
on the good ones.
There's a fine line
between purpose and obsession.
I'll watch for it.
Good night, Garrett.
Good night, boss.
Come on, Russell,
you know exactly
what I'm talking about.
Your reputation.
Like when Letterman says,
"What does Russell Berke call
the Victoria's Secret
catalogue?"
Exactly.
So?
So... what is that?
That's just a big smokescreen?
What?
Do you like pizza?
Yeah, I like pizza.
You like steak?
Yes, I like steak.
Anybody tell you
you can't like both?
Come on.
That's pretty glib,
don't you think?
What are you, my shrink?
No. Thank goodness.
Listen, Danny.
Everybody's got three lives:
public, private and secret.
Now, you're a New York City
detective.
You must see that
every day here.
Sure, I see a lot of secrets, yeah.
Yeah.
Even you. You got three.
No.
.Yes, you do.
That's where it's different. No.
What you see with me
is what you get.
Well, then,
your life must be easy.
You'd last about an hour.
You'll try to spot him by sight
and with the Tryster app
in case he's on that,
all right?
But you're to stay in
my sights at all times.
You understand?
Yeah, but you're gonna
have to give me
a little bit of distance if you
want my help spotting him.
I mean, if he's even here.
Why?
I'm the one with the expertise
in this particular area.
And I would make you for a cop
from a half a mile away.
Point taken.
But you're to stay in sight
and on your cell phone.
All right.
Be careful.
As you were, Sergeant.
Thank you, sir.
Lieutenant Eastman.
He banged in sick, sir.
Did you call his residence
to verify he was present?
Sir?
It is standard
department procedure
to see if he is,
in fact, home sick.
Yes, sir, but he's
our lieutenant.
One with a somewhat
mysterious geography lately.
I'll call down
to the medical division...
No need.
I'll check on him myself.
12 David on the air.
12 David go.
12 David, be advised
you have a 10-39,
male exposing himself
at 585 West 49,
apartment five boy.
Three nights in a row?
Can't we just write her
a summons?
12 David on the air?
I want to try something.
Uh, 12 David responding.
Russell, this is
the second time I called you.
Answer the damn phone.
What do you got, Sarge?
They picked up a suspect
in Central Park.
You're kidding me. You got him?
They're booking him now.
Yeah, we'll pack up shop
and head back to the office now.
Good.
All right, great.
Russell.
I'm here.
We got the guy--
a decoy unit grabbed him
in Central Park.
We're done here.
No, we're not.
What are you talking about?
He's here.
I'm staring right at him.
Russell, we got the guy,
I'm telling you.
No, it's the wrong guy.
He practically walked
right past me.
I followed him.
Where are you?
I-I don't know. I...
I got a pool right
in front of me, and...
some old army guy statue
behind me.
Stay where you are.
I can't find you, Russell.
Look for another landmark.
Take a look around.
He's picked up a guy.
Hey, hey. Do not move.
And what-- lose him?
I'm heading straight
for that building
that looks like a triangle.
Yeah, I see it, I see it.
Ms. Davis, police.
It's about time.
It's about time
you stopped
wasting our time.
Mmm. Well, maybe if you were
a little more responsive
to complaining citizens...
Put a sock in it.
Hey, you're not allowed
to talk to me like that.
I just did. Officer Janko?
Ms. Davis, this
is Gus Galanis,
your flasher.
I see you got drapes.
I see you got clothes.
Mr. Galanis has
generously agreed to try
to work things out
between the two of you.
One more call,
and you'll owe the city
a reimbursement
for the response.
Do you understand?
I understand.
Good.
Central, 12 David,
situation corrected, 10-91.
I got red wine.
I got white wine.
Whatever's cold.
I'm on a walkway, I don't know,
probably 30 yards
past that pool.
I see it.
Russell, I told you to stay put.
God, they must have...
Russell!
Came back for more?
You like it rough?
We'll get rough.
No!
Step aside. Step aside, Russell.
Ow!
Shut up!
It's Detective Reagan.
I got one under
in Madison Square Park.
I need a 10-85
and a bus forthwith
perp shot at this location.
Hey.
You sure this is the guy?
Yeah.
All right.
You hurt?
Good. Get the hell out of here.
Seriously?
The victim fled on foot.
That's what happened, okay?
Now, go.
You don't need me?
You don't need me to...?
This place is gonna be crawling
in a few minutes, all right?
Do yourself a favor
and get the hell out of here.
You know what?
You're not just some grind.
You're a real character.
Say good-bye, Hollywood.
Thanks, Detective.
Lieutenant.
Commissioner.
Please, come in.
Been a while, Herb.
Yeah, it has, Frank.
I can't say I was
exactly expecting you.
Somehow I'm not surprised.
So, what's got you home sick?
ALS.
Lou Gehrig's disease.
I'm so sorry.
The hell of it is,
she isn't even a Yankee fan.
Can she hear us?
No, no.
Not... not from here.
Beth, right?
Yeah. Yeah.
Frank Reagan, Beth.
Just came by to
pay my respects
to you and Herb.
How long?
Just a matter
of days.
So you scratch
their memo books early and late
so you can get
back here with Beth.
Yes.
I had my radio with me.
And you weren't drinking
at a cop bar.
You were working it
from behind the stick.
Because of the cost of this.
Your men stuck
their necks out for you.
Looking out for you.
That says a hell of a lot.
Good night, Herb.
Good night, Frank.
Thank you.
♪ Where the eyes, the eyes
with the will to see ♪
♪ Where the hearts...
Ten-hut!
No, no, no.
No, I'm off duty, too.
How are you?
♪ Where's the spirit
♪ That'll reign,
reign over me? ♪
♪ Where's the promise
from sea to shining sea... ♪
Commissioner.
♪ Where's the promise
from sea to shining sea... ♪
Irish, neat, water back.
♪ Wherever this flag is flown
♪ Wherever this flag
is flown... ♪
Buy you a drink?
♪ Wherever this flag
is flown... ♪
Irish, neat, water back.
♪ We take care of our own
♪ Wherever this flag's flown
♪ We take care of our own...
Officer Lee.
Sir.
♪ Wherever this flag's flown
♪ We take care of our own
Hey.
Huh?
Oh, hey.
Bob, for the house on me.
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@elder_man
I've gotten separated
from my daughter.
There's a police kiosk
over by...
Look, can you make
an announcement from here?
She's only eight years old.
Her name is Claire!
Sir, I'm sorry.
This is a ticket window.
Please, you have to help us!
We're not from here.
Daddy?
Claire! Claire!
Daddy! Daddy!
That's him. That's him.
All units, all units,
suspect in sight.
Repeat: We have
the suspect in sight.
Grand Central,
main concourse.
Repeat: main concourse.
Daddy!
I love you, CC!
Daddy!
Wait! No! Daddy!
Wow. That's pretty intense.
It is, Norah.
Even I'm on the edge
of my seat.
You know, we decided early on
with this one to just go for it.
Not pull any punches,
put my character through
a living hell from scene one.
There's kind of a... a Hitchcock
quality to it, right?
Innocent man
wrongly pursued.
That's right,
and it's... it's a great ride.
And, you know,
the sacrifices that he makes
to get his family whole again
are ones that I think
an audiences can
really relate to.
Now, Norah,
can we please talk
about my love life already?
Oh, yeah!
You brought it up,
let's talk about it.
Well, you were going to.
Let's talk about it,
um, because it certainly gets
a lot of attention,
a lot of press.
Yeah.
Can I show you
how the tabloids work?
Yeah, sure.
I really like your show,
and I think you
are fantastic on it.
Thank you.
We just spent a weekend
in Cabo together
and you're pregnant
with my child.
Oh, come on.
Mmm, that's how it works.
99% of the time,
that's exactly how they blow it
out of proportion.
Then let's talk about the
one percent that is true.
Well, I think that's about
all the time we have today,
ladies and gentlemen.
I'll see you at the movies.
Accused opens in theaters
on Friday.
And what's next for you?
Next up is called
Crime of the Century.
It actually-- no spoilers here--
but I am trailing
an NYPD detective
for the next few days.
Oh.
Just getting the download.
All right. Russell Berke,
always a pleasure.
It is, Norah. Thank you.
And if you, uh, flip
to the next page,
you see a graphic
that breaks down
the pattern of early retirement
based on borough, precinct,
length of service, rank.
Dino, just a minute.
I'd like to stay
with this exit poll.
You have to take it
with a grain of lt.
Frank, I'd caution you not
to misinterpret those metrics.
I can read, Dino.
You're saying the numbers lie?
No, but if you take into account
that when a retiring cop says
he didn't feel a personal
connection with the PC,
it's kind of like
an assembly line worker
saying he didn't feel
a personal connection
with the company's president.
It's not expected or assumed;
it's, uh...
A non issue.
I am not a president.
I am a New York City cop
who was asked to be the PC,
but I'm one of them.
I have to be to lead them.
Actually, you don't.
There's no provision
in the job profile
that requires a PC
to have experience on the job.
But I do, and I won't lose that.
What are you gonna do,
throw a barbecue for 35,000?
Frank, with the City Council
trying to appoint
an inspector general over us...
Yeah, I know, it's hardly
the time for me
to go all soft and fuzzy.
You have their respect, Frank.
That's what matters.
Okay, fine, let's move on.
You know what
I loved you in
that no one else did?
Uh...
Um...
I'm sorry.
That's all right.
What I meant-- it wasn't
as huge at the box office.
Edge of Night.
Yes!
It was pretty far out there,
but you were so real.
Thank you.
Yeah.
Seriously, Detective,
that means a lot.
Hate to interrupt
the love fest, you two,
but, uh, we're almost there.
We're gonna be looking
for one Yoo-Hoo Clinton:
male black;
18; five, six; 150.
He's wanted for
questioning in a series
of armed robberies
of liquor stores.
You call him Yoo-Hoo
'cause he likes the drink?
No. Most nicknames usually
come off of opposites.
Like, a fat guy
would be "Tin""
or a short guy
would be "Shaquille""
Right, so then he doesn't
like Yoo-Hoo.
I don't know if he
likes Yoo-Hoo or not.
Just kidding.
His name's Yousef.
I'm sure it comes from that.
So how's this gonna go down?
Well, you're gonna look
for my partner and I
from the backseat
to move in on opposite sides
of the suspect, closing in.
Sort of like a pair of pliers.
And... there he is.
Nice 'fro, man.
Yoo-Hoo!
See if you can guess
which one he is.
And don't leave
the car, okay?
Hey.
Hey, I'm driving here!
Cops!
Cops!
Hey! Hold it!
Police!
Drop the gun! Hey! Drop it!
Grab that, partner.
What the hell is wrong with you?
Huh? I told you to
stay in the car.
Yousef Clinton,
you're under arrest
for criminal possession
of a weapon.
That's just for
starters, jackass.
Yo, Russell Berke?
Yo, you Russell Berke!
I got slammed
by Russell Berke!
You drive,
I'll ride in the back.
Can I ask you something?
Just as funny and nice
in person.
Who? Ow!
Will Smith.
How you know
I was gonna ask that?
Hey, maybe if you're nice,
he'll get you his autograph.
Maybe Denzel, too?
Maybe not.
♪ Blue Bloods 4x02 ♪
The City That Never Sleeps
Original Air Date on October 4, 2013
== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man
Hey, lock him up.
Hi! Hi!
Oh, God.
Do you mind meeting
some people?
Of course.
Thanks.
Hey, what
a pleasant surprise.
Hi!
Hi!
Hi.
Hey, everyone.
Oh, yeah, I was in
the neighborhood.
I-I was just dropping off
a warrant.
Right.
I'm with her.
Yeah.
Uh, Russell Berke,
my wife Linda.
Hi!
Nice to meet you.
My sister Erin.
Big fan.
Beautiful.
And my niece Nicky, Russell Berke.
You're beautiful.
I need a hug from you.
Thank you for all
the great movies.
Well, thanks for
going to them.
You know that thing
I believe you mean
the hall pass.
Yes! You're mine.
Oh, uh...
I'm flattered.
Well, who-who's yours?
His is Michelle Charlesworth.
She's the weekend morning anchor
on channel seven.
I'll, uh, see what
I can do for you,
'cause, you know...
Oh, my God.
Just playing.
Okay.
Is Zooey nice
in real life?
Well, would I be dating her
if she wasn't?
Good point.
Yeah.
Big fan.
I'm a big fan
of what you guys do.
Huge fan.
Thank you.
Okay, well, look,
Russell's here
to do some research, so, uh,
we're gonna
get to work.
Hey, Remy, how's our boy?
Look at that!
Yeah, look at you!
Hey, hey, buddy.
Oh, there she is. Hi! What?
Huh?
What? I don't have any treats.
Wow, even the police dog
is a fan.
Hi.
He likes you.
Yeah. That a girl.
I'll show you the box.
Excuse us.
So nice
to meet you.
Thanks. That a girl.
Bye.
Bye. See you soon.
Oh, my God,
I was such a dork!
Why did I do that?
Take a seat.
They're very sweet.
Yeah, they are.
The box, huh?
It's what
they call it.
So what are you carrying,
Russell?
What do you mean?
That's a drug-sniffing dog
out there from the K-9 Unit.
He did what he was
trained to do.
So what are you carrying?
Oh, this?
In a police precinct?
I have a California
Medical Marijuana card.
Save it.
Look, this isn't gonna work out.
Ah, come on, Danny.
Look, you interfered
with my partner in the field,
you inserted yourself
into a police action
with an armed suspect,
which could have gotten
you killed on my watch.
Now you're carrying
high-grade weed
around the police precinct.
This...
It won't happen again.
You know, I really liked you
in that one picture
where you played catch
in Fenway Park,
you know, with your dad
at the end of the movie?
Thanks.
It was good, yeah.
I actually shed a tear myself.
Went home, got my two boys,
went back, saw it again
same day.
Really?
Yeah.
Maybe I could meet 'em
while I'm here.
Here's my card.
That's my cell number.
You call me by 6:00 p.m. today,
I'll have a few new guys
lined up for you, okay?
What guys?
A couple of retired detectives,
real, uh, superstars.
You know, the kind of guys
with a million stories.
Me, I just grind.
I don't have the moves
for the silver screen.
I want the real thing.
No offense, but...
I don't get it.
You got my cell phone number.
You need anything,
you give me a call.
It really was an honor
to meet you.
I look forward
to seeing your picture.
Thanks.
Well, you had
a lot longer honeymoon
with the rank and file
than I got.
I had to handle the
Beaufort Committee hearings
and the ticket-fixing
scandal in the 2-2
before my first year was up.
So how did you stay
in the flow with the men?
Little things.
You know,
going to retirement parties,
giving them an "attabo""
every now and then.
I always feel like a wet blanket
at retirement parties,
like the fun starts
after I walk out the door.
And you'd be right.
Being the top cop comes with
a lot of sacrifices nobody sees.
You're looking for love
in the wrong place, Francis.
I'm not looking for love, Pop.
What, then?
Some...
sense of presence
in their lives.
And sitting at home
isn't going to accomplish
anything.
No, I'm not saying
working midnights is fun,
but I don't think you can call
yourself a New York City cop
until you've survived a few.
All right, good evening,
ladies and gentlemen.
Welcome to the late, late show.
On tonight's menu,
we got a full moon
and a RealFeel temperature
of about 80,
and a growing pattern
of push-in robberies
on 35 to 39 Streets
between 8th and 9th Avenue.
Ten-hut!
Sergeant, please open the ranks
for inspection.
Front row,
one step forward.
Move.
Hot out there tonight.
Yes, sir.
Wearing your bulletproof vest
would just make it
that much more uncomfortable.
Yes, sir.
Not worth the risk.
No, sir.
Put it on.
Yes, sir.
Nice phone.
Stow it out of sight.
Yes, sir.
Were you eyeballing me,
Officer Janko?
Sir, no, sir.
This isn't the academy.
One "sir" will suffice.
Where's your flashlight?
In my locker, sir.
Not going to do you much good
from there.
On your toes, Sergeant.
Yes, sir.
Do good work,
come back in one piece,
and thank you for your service.
At ease.
12 David on the air?
12 David, go.
12 David, be advised,
you have a 10-39,
a male exposing himself
at 585 West 49, apartment 508.
Uh, 12 David responding.
Police
It's about time.
Yes, ma'am.
Come on in.
You called about
a flasher?
The flasher, ma'am?
Out the window.
He was on the fire escape?
No, out this window.
Was he down the street?
No, across the street,
four up, four across.
Oh, there's your flasher.
Look at him,
just waving that thing around.
Um, there's no law against
him keeping his blinds up.
Or you lowering yours.
Um, it's a quality-of-life
crime.
Not really.
Okay, let's say you're
a young girl
who can't sleep, either,
and she looks up to the moon
to dream, and she's
suddenly traumatized
by this pervert.
How many times have
you called this in?
A lot,
and y'all haven't done anything
about it.
Because we can't,
so please don't waste
NYPD resources anymore.
There you go.
Problem solved.
Great.
It's 100 degrees out there.
Yeah.
I need my ventilation.
You have a good night,
ma'am.
Regan.
Hey, it's me, Russell.
I need you to come meet me.
What? Why?
I got stabbed.
What are you talking about,
Russell?
I need you to come get me.
Well, go to the hospital.
I can't do that.
Look, I'm asking you.
Okay.
Where are you?
19th, 20th Street.
The High Line by the river.
All right, listen to me.
Russ...
Russell!
Hey, have you heard
from the lieutenant?
Not since we turned out.
I wish there was something
we could do for him.
We could go rob a bank.
Oh, no.
Good evening.
Sir.
As you were.
Quiet night?
We were just
reconnoitering, sir.
Is the communication section down?
No, sir.
Are your radios working?
Yes, sir.
And you had to have
this little recon face-to-face?
No, Chief, we were just...
Can I see your memo book,
Officer Lee?
Yes, sir.
Your platoon commander
seems to give you a scratch
minutes after you turn out
or minutes before end of tour.
Nothing in between.
Not always, sir.
Uh-huh.
We're in radio contact, sir.
Well, for instance,
you could radio in
that you're patrolling
the Demarest Houses,
when, in fact,
you're right here,
jawboning with your buddies
by the river.
Yes, sir.
I mean, no, sir.
We would never do that.
Who's your platoon commander?
Lieutenant Eastman, sir.
This...
chance meeting is to remain
between the six of us
with no report back
to your precinct, understood?
Yes, sir.
Well,
it seems the rats and pigeons
are safe and secure
for the night.
Move on.
Yes, sir.
Russell, I'm here.
I'm on the corner.
Where are you?
Look under the High Line,
behind some stairs.
I'm coming.
Where'd they get you?
Geez.
Can you breathe all right?
Yeah.
Then hold on.
Damn it.
What the hell happened?
Where's your car?
Over here.
I'll take you to the hospital.
I-I got a doctor waiting
on East 62nd Street.
What's with the disguise?
Look, sometimes I like to go
into the world anonymously.
All right?
Go people-watching,
like everyone else does.
Yeah, and how does that
get you stabbed?
I was mugged, all right, and I
don't want it out there, okay?
All right.
I knew Herb Eastman
from working on the
pile after 9/11.
Funny guy, a little flashy.
Must be near retirement age.
Maybe closer than he thinks.
Ten-hut!
As you were.
Officers.
As you were, Sergeant.
Commissioner Reagan.
So, how's it going tonight?
Pretty quiet, sir.
I'll take that all night long.
Yes, sir.
I'd like to speak
to Lieutenant Eastman.
He's out on a job, sir.
Oh. Is he still at the scene?
I believe so.
What's the address?
1404 Avenue C, sir.
Thank you, Sergeant.
Carry on.
I got Russell Berke
out here.
Come on.
I'm Detective Reagan.
Please, come in.
Is this a police matter?
Not officially.
Look, somebody cut him.
I need you to patch him up
and then tell me what you can
about the weapon
that was used to do it.
Of course.
It's an honor, Mr. Berke.
Sorry for the circumstances.
Please.
Appreciate you doing this.
Yeah.
Where to, boss?
Crime scene,
1404 Avenue C.
Sir, that can't be right.
Why not?
That address,
that's a cop bar called Finest.
My cousin Sal's a part owner.
Let's head over.
You'll let me know
if you find anything, huh, Doc?
First thing, Detective.
All right. I'll leave
my card on your desk.
Let me go in there.
We go in together.
If he's there drinking
at the bar,
I'll ask him outside.
What if he's not?
Odds are, he's already
been given a heads-up,
and you're gonna walk
in looking a day late
and a dollar short in front
of a barroom full of cops.
And that'd be okay.
How is that?
What else is this for, Dino?
So what if I get a little egg
on my face?
More's the better.
If the rank and file
isn't feeling a connection,
maybe it's because
the streets I walk down
are always swept and secured.
I'm the guy in the tower.
I'm the guy in front of the mic
with all the right answers,
all vetted and prepped.
Nuciforo.
Where?
Got it. Thank you.
Boss, we got a homicide
in the West Village.
Tourist had
his throat slashed.
They're still establishing
the crime scene.
We should head down there.
We can come back here after.
I know.
Light it up, Jim.
Got it, boss.
Hey.
Sorry you waited.
I had Doc
call me a car.
Uh-huh.
Wound's not so bad.
I'm good to go.
Right.
You had Doc
call you a car
on account of you got
your phone snatched
in the, uh,
mugging, right?
Uh... yeah,
I don't know.
Uh...
I guess.
Only, uh... you didn't.
You looked through
my phone?
Yeah, I did.
Though I had to have
one of the techs
walk me through what the
Tryster app is, Russell.
Now you know.
Talk about unsafe sex.
Danny, it's research.
Oh, research.
So you actually
think I'm gonna buy
that the detective
you're playing
is secretly gay and trolls
around the city at night
looking for, uh,
anonymous sex?
Is that it?
I don't expect you
to believe anything.
Can we just...?
No, actually, we can't.
'Cause about
40 minutes ago,
a white male from
Gary, Indiana
was found stabbed and
with his throat slashed
in a park on
Christopher Street.
I don't know
anything about that.
He had his pants
around his ankles,
and the Tryster app
was open on his phone.
Sound familiar?
Look... there is
a predator loose
on the streets
of this city.
You're gonna
help me find him.
I can't.
Sure you can.
I really can't.
No, actually, you can.
Look, I have a right
to keep my private life private.
Come on, Russell,
I don't give a damn
if you like men or women
or cream-filled donuts, okay?
It's 2013.
Men marry each other
all the time.
They put it in the papers,
for goodness' sake.
Well, in my world, it's 1913,
and they don't hire fairies
to star in the moving pictures,
especially the kind I make.
You can't drag me
into this.
Actually, I can.
Because when
you called me,
you dragged me
into a crime.
Which means I'm bound
to report it
and derelict
if I don't.
So now we both have
a secret, Russell.
I'm begging you, man.
I have no interest
in letting your cat
out of the bag.
I need you to help me.
You help me,
I'll help you.
You got my word on that.
All right.
Cheekbones higher,
more pronounced.
Like that?
Yep. Looks good.
Anything else?
Okay...
He, um...
he might have, like, a cut
or a bandage
over his right eye.
Like he got hit
with something.
There you go.
That looks like our guy.
E-mail it over to me, okay?
Thanks for
staying up late.
Get some, uh, sleep.
No worries, Danny.
There's your guy.
I'm gonna need
your watch for the lab.
You might have got some hairs
or skin on it when you hit him.
Uh, it's inscribed.
So what?
"To Russell,
from your
Paramount Pictures family."
Where my deal is.
Oh.
Yeah. That's a problem.
I got an idea.
Let me see.
Wait, d...
What?
Nothing. It's nothing.
There you go.
Problem solved.
Oh.
We got a match.
The, uh, Tryster handle
that they pulled
off the vic's phone.
STR8ARROW,
spelled with an "8,"
same as the guy
who stabbed you.
You're doing good,
Hollywood.
Very good.
Leave the watch.
Let's get you back
to your hotel.
Come on, Uncle Danny,
give it up.
Give what up?
You know what.
The scoop.
What scoop?
He was out half
the night with him.
What's he really like?
Whoa, who are we
talking about here?
Russell Berke, the actor.
He's riding with Danny,
doing research.
What's he been in?
Oh, come on!
Oh, seriously, Pop?
What?
What's he like?
You met him.
What you see
is what you get.
Well, I would like
to take one, please.
Mom. Inappropriate.
Very inappropriate.
I actually feel
bad for the guy.
Oh, really?
I'm serious.
If the guy wants
any kind of privacy,
he's got to move around
like a wanted man.
Well, he is wanted.
I want him,
Linda wants him,
everyone I know...
Mom!
What?
Aunt Erin is joking.
I hope so.
What's the name
of that actor
that was in that movie,
um, Full Metal Jacket?
The drill instructor.
R. Lee Ermey.
Yeah. Dad was
kind of like him
when he came in
the precinct the other day.
I was not.
Okay, I'm exaggerating
this much.
Little respect, please.
Sir, yes, sir.
What were you doing
in Jamie's precinct?
Well, now and again,
I think it's a good idea
for the PC to go out
in the field unannounced.
Oh, like a sneak attack?
Well, to see first-hand
what's often communicated
third- or fourth-hand.
When Teddy Roosevelt
was top cop,
he used to walk the streets
on the graveyard shift,
checking on the men
on their tours.
He didn't always
like what he found,
but at least he saw the value
in seeing it, anyway.
Did you used to do that?
Sure I did.
Any PC worth his salt
has got to give the troops
a little show of force
now and again.
Whether they
like it or not.
Whether he likes it or not.
So it's kind of like
when the principal
decides to sit
in on class?
It kind of felt that way, Jack.
But, as a great New Yorker
famously said,
80% of life is just showing up.
I want in, Sarge.
Why?
Well, because the...
the witness
who generated the sketch
of the suspect, he's...
well, he's kind of
a CI of mine.
Kind of?
How so?
High-profile
lady-killer by day,
way in the closet
by night.
Huh.
High-profile, how?
That's confidential, Sarge.
Get out of here.
What?
Russell Berke?
No.
What... no,
not Russell Berke!
What's the matter with you?
Nothing!
He comes in here,
you say you're
a big fan of his,
and now look at you.
I am, but you don't got
to be so mysterious.
Not being mysterious, Sarge.
Look, if my guy is willing,
I'd like to work one
of the stakeouts with him.
Uh, I don't think
it's a great idea.
He's the one person
we know of who's living
who could finger the perp.
"Finger the perp"?
You're better than that.
Who died and made you
Ellen DeGeneres?
Some hick from Gary, Indiana
who thought we ran
a safe and tolerant city.
For everybody.
Right.
Yeah. Look, Sarge,
if I can convince this guy
to come with,
I think he'd be gold
as part of the decoy unit.
I don't know. I...
Come on, make a few calls.
Come on.
Unbelievable.
Who goes?
What are you doing
in here on a Sunday night?
I could ask you the same thing.
I asked you first.
I outrank you.
We're going to release
a statement
on the Village murder
first thing in the morning,
and I wanted
to line up
some positive metrics
on the safety
of the gay community
in our city.
Which brings us to... and you?
I'm looking for an honest man.
Another midnight ride?
Yes.
This is still
about Lieutenant Eastman?
It's about the fact
that I have to root out
the bad apples
with the same pride
and sense of purpose
that I hang medals
on the good ones.
There's a fine line
between purpose and obsession.
I'll watch for it.
Good night, Garrett.
Good night, boss.
Come on, Russell,
you know exactly
what I'm talking about.
Your reputation.
Like when Letterman says,
"What does Russell Berke call
the Victoria's Secret
catalogue?"
Exactly.
So?
So... what is that?
That's just a big smokescreen?
What?
Do you like pizza?
Yeah, I like pizza.
You like steak?
Yes, I like steak.
Anybody tell you
you can't like both?
Come on.
That's pretty glib,
don't you think?
What are you, my shrink?
No. Thank goodness.
Listen, Danny.
Everybody's got three lives:
public, private and secret.
Now, you're a New York City
detective.
You must see that
every day here.
Sure, I see a lot of secrets, yeah.
Yeah.
Even you. You got three.
No.
.Yes, you do.
That's where it's different. No.
What you see with me
is what you get.
Well, then,
your life must be easy.
You'd last about an hour.
You'll try to spot him by sight
and with the Tryster app
in case he's on that,
all right?
But you're to stay in
my sights at all times.
You understand?
Yeah, but you're gonna
have to give me
a little bit of distance if you
want my help spotting him.
I mean, if he's even here.
Why?
I'm the one with the expertise
in this particular area.
And I would make you for a cop
from a half a mile away.
Point taken.
But you're to stay in sight
and on your cell phone.
All right.
Be careful.
As you were, Sergeant.
Thank you, sir.
Lieutenant Eastman.
He banged in sick, sir.
Did you call his residence
to verify he was present?
Sir?
It is standard
department procedure
to see if he is,
in fact, home sick.
Yes, sir, but he's
our lieutenant.
One with a somewhat
mysterious geography lately.
I'll call down
to the medical division...
No need.
I'll check on him myself.
12 David on the air.
12 David go.
12 David, be advised
you have a 10-39,
male exposing himself
at 585 West 49,
apartment five boy.
Three nights in a row?
Can't we just write her
a summons?
12 David on the air?
I want to try something.
Uh, 12 David responding.
Russell, this is
the second time I called you.
Answer the damn phone.
What do you got, Sarge?
They picked up a suspect
in Central Park.
You're kidding me. You got him?
They're booking him now.
Yeah, we'll pack up shop
and head back to the office now.
Good.
All right, great.
Russell.
I'm here.
We got the guy--
a decoy unit grabbed him
in Central Park.
We're done here.
No, we're not.
What are you talking about?
He's here.
I'm staring right at him.
Russell, we got the guy,
I'm telling you.
No, it's the wrong guy.
He practically walked
right past me.
I followed him.
Where are you?
I-I don't know. I...
I got a pool right
in front of me, and...
some old army guy statue
behind me.
Stay where you are.
I can't find you, Russell.
Look for another landmark.
Take a look around.
He's picked up a guy.
Hey, hey. Do not move.
And what-- lose him?
I'm heading straight
for that building
that looks like a triangle.
Yeah, I see it, I see it.
Ms. Davis, police.
It's about time.
It's about time
you stopped
wasting our time.
Mmm. Well, maybe if you were
a little more responsive
to complaining citizens...
Put a sock in it.
Hey, you're not allowed
to talk to me like that.
I just did. Officer Janko?
Ms. Davis, this
is Gus Galanis,
your flasher.
I see you got drapes.
I see you got clothes.
Mr. Galanis has
generously agreed to try
to work things out
between the two of you.
One more call,
and you'll owe the city
a reimbursement
for the response.
Do you understand?
I understand.
Good.
Central, 12 David,
situation corrected, 10-91.
I got red wine.
I got white wine.
Whatever's cold.
I'm on a walkway, I don't know,
probably 30 yards
past that pool.
I see it.
Russell, I told you to stay put.
God, they must have...
Russell!
Came back for more?
You like it rough?
We'll get rough.
No!
Step aside. Step aside, Russell.
Ow!
Shut up!
It's Detective Reagan.
I got one under
in Madison Square Park.
I need a 10-85
and a bus forthwith
perp shot at this location.
Hey.
You sure this is the guy?
Yeah.
All right.
You hurt?
Good. Get the hell out of here.
Seriously?
The victim fled on foot.
That's what happened, okay?
Now, go.
You don't need me?
You don't need me to...?
This place is gonna be crawling
in a few minutes, all right?
Do yourself a favor
and get the hell out of here.
You know what?
You're not just some grind.
You're a real character.
Say good-bye, Hollywood.
Thanks, Detective.
Lieutenant.
Commissioner.
Please, come in.
Been a while, Herb.
Yeah, it has, Frank.
I can't say I was
exactly expecting you.
Somehow I'm not surprised.
So, what's got you home sick?
ALS.
Lou Gehrig's disease.
I'm so sorry.
The hell of it is,
she isn't even a Yankee fan.
Can she hear us?
No, no.
Not... not from here.
Beth, right?
Yeah. Yeah.
Frank Reagan, Beth.
Just came by to
pay my respects
to you and Herb.
How long?
Just a matter
of days.
So you scratch
their memo books early and late
so you can get
back here with Beth.
Yes.
I had my radio with me.
And you weren't drinking
at a cop bar.
You were working it
from behind the stick.
Because of the cost of this.
Your men stuck
their necks out for you.
Looking out for you.
That says a hell of a lot.
Good night, Herb.
Good night, Frank.
Thank you.
♪ Where the eyes, the eyes
with the will to see ♪
♪ Where the hearts...
Ten-hut!
No, no, no.
No, I'm off duty, too.
How are you?
♪ Where's the spirit
♪ That'll reign,
reign over me? ♪
♪ Where's the promise
from sea to shining sea... ♪
Commissioner.
♪ Where's the promise
from sea to shining sea... ♪
Irish, neat, water back.
♪ Wherever this flag is flown
♪ Wherever this flag
is flown... ♪
Buy you a drink?
♪ Wherever this flag
is flown... ♪
Irish, neat, water back.
♪ We take care of our own
♪ Wherever this flag's flown
♪ We take care of our own...
Officer Lee.
Sir.
♪ Wherever this flag's flown
♪ We take care of our own
Hey.
Huh?
Oh, hey.
Bob, for the house on me.
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