Blue Bloods (2010–…): Season 4, Episode 6 - Growing Boys - full transcript

Hello?

In the kitchen.

Something smells good.
What are you cooking?

Duck.
Duck?

Mm-hmm, duck.

Do the boys like duck?

The boys aren't home.
Mm.

They're at a sleepover.

Mm. Then I guess

it's just you
and me and the duck.

Yup.
That sounds delicious.



Hmm.

You want to open
some wine for us?

Mm-hmm, okay.

Sorry.

Gormley?

No.

Marianne Romano.

You are not going over
there to kill a spider.

I know. I know.

- Hello.
- Danny?! Danny! Danny?!

- What is it?
- Hang it up, you stupid bitch!

- Marianne, who is that?
- You hear me.

Danny, he's gone insane!

Who's gone insane?



- What? Will you calm down?
- Danny! No!

Hello?

Sounds like some guy's
over there beating on her.

Yeah, or she just turned up
the volume on Maury Povich.

You know I got to go.

Hurry back, okay?

I will. Mmm.

♪ Blue Bloods 4x06 ♪
Growing Boys
Original Air Date on November 1, 2013

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All right, tied up at seven.

But not for long, though.

All right, bring it.
Shake it up.

You're gonna give me the shot?

So, take it if you
got it, big boy.

That's the game.

It's luck.

Hey, gym's booked right now.

I come to see
my boy Tomas.

What's up, J?

What's up with you?

Just playing some ball.

You could play
ball with us.

Hey, Jonny, Ricky, this court's
booked for guys who are

signed up in the program, all
right, so, sign up, or get lost.

Come on, back
to the game.

I'll see you guys later.

You come with me now, all right?

That's an order.

I said I'll see you later.

They have a beef with you

because you're signed up
for the program,

or 'cause you're not running
with them anymore?

I guess you could say both.

All right, come on,
let's play a new game, come on.

Oh, Danny, thank you.

Thank you, thank you
so much for coming.

All right, settle down, okay?

Come on.
Yeah.

What happened?

He's just got real,
real bad mood swings.

Who?

Joe.

Joe. This Joe-- did he hit you?

He didn't mean to.

He didn't mean to. Let me guess.

He just threw a punch,
and you happened

to walk by at that very moment?

Where the hell is this guy?

He's gone.
He won't be back tonight.

Right. Who is he?

It's Freight Train Joe Frye,
Danny-- the running back

from the NFL?

Yeah, I know who he is.

Guy hasn't played ball
in years.

And what is it with you
and broken-down ex-athletes?

He's in great shape.

You know, and he
loves me for me.

Right.

You know, we got engaged
in-in Cancun last week.

See?

That's very nice.

Aren't you gonna
congratulate me?

On, what, the engagement

or this colorful bruise
the guy put on you?

Come on, don't be jealous.

Marianne, we dated
in high school.

It was love, and you know it.

Look, I promised your brother

I'd look after you, all right?

I didn't promise him
I would play referee

for your love life.

If this clown puts his hands
on you again,

I'm gonna lock him up,
you understand?

You look good, Danny.

Good night, Marianne.

Get inside.

I'm parked on the corner.

You want a ride home?

It's only five blocks.

All right, well, stay away
from Jonny and them, okay?

How? We live in
the same place.

I've known them since
I was, like, three.

The whole point
of the JRIP program is

to keep you out of the life
that he's headed for.

Stay away.

All right, okay.

I'm serious, Tomas. If you're
on the fence about this,

don't waste my time.

Yeah, all right, all right.

Ay-ay-ay.

Hey.

Hey. Marianne okay?

Yeah, she's fine.

Where-where you going?

Terry called. Her little
one's running a 103,

so I said I'd
cover her shift.

Are you kidding me?

What am I gonna do, Danny?
I owe her one, you know?

Yeah.

What was Marianne's problem?

She got engaged.

That's a problem?

He hits her.

That's your problem?

Come on. I made a promise.

What do you want me to do?

Tell her there's this thing
called 911.

I know. I know!

Look, Danny, I know

that you swore to her brother
that you'd look after her,

and I'm sorry he's not
around, but there's...

I mean, come on.
There's got to be some kind

of statute of limitations

on these old neighborhood
six-beers oaths.

You think I enjoy
playing her white knight?

I got to go.

I smell perfume.

I...

Ambush.

She was upset when I got there,

she hugged me, that's it.

Come on!

I can't believe

she still wears Ambush,
you know?

It's probably the single
longest commitment of her life.

You're probably right.

I'll see you in the morning.

All right. I'll make you
a romantic breakfast.

Yeah, nothing like
eight hours on her feet

and a piece of toast
to get a girl going.

Hey, police!

- Oh.
- Stop right there!

Police officer!

Hey. Police.

I'm an off-duty

police officer,
shield number 60528.

I need a bus forthwith,

corner of Avenue P
and East 35th Street.

Male struck by a vehicle.

Central, put a rush on it.
He's not responsive.

Okay.
Oh, my God.

You did this, man.

This is on you, man.

This is on you.

Early indication is
that the boy may be paralyzed

from the waist down.

I'm sorry to hear that.

Officer Reagan's PBA rep
showed up in a flash.

They took his statement,
he acted appropriately.

And why would I think otherwise?

I just thought
you'd like to know.

Are you going to give me a
retail account of every officer

who happened to get
into a jam yesterday?

It's your son.
Exactly, who I raised

to take care
of his own business.

There are conflicting reports
as to whether

Officer Reagan identified
himself as a police officer.

The gangbanger said he didn't,
the kid in the Juvenile Robbery

Intervention Program says
he clearly did.

Garrett, I will not use
my influence

to get my kids
special advantage!

The kids involved are from
the Bitterman houses...

Please!

...where Vinny Cruz was killed.
Why do you do this?!

Because there are two Reagans
on the job,

and I feel
it's my duty to make sure

you know when they're involved
in job-related conflict.

It is not because
I expect you to intervene!

Oh.

So, you think
it looks like payback,

Jamie getting even
for his partner?

On the street, it sure does.

And to the DA's office?

No appetite for this.

Okay, let's move on.

Okay.

Officer Reagan aside,

your JRIP program's going
to come under heavy fire.

Even I can make the case

that the kids are being put
in danger of retaliation

from the crews
they used to run with.

I don't need you
to make the case.

There's gonna be a long line,

starting with
the inspector general.

Who called me at 6:30 this
morning to get on your schedule.

I'm releasing a
pre-emptive statement.

"The Juvenile Robbery
Intervention Program fosters

"mentor relationships
between police officers

and kids
who are first-time offenders."

It is an Upper West Side

bleeding-heart liberal's fe
dream

of a program,
which is,

anachronistically,
a pet project

of the famously law-and-order

and meat-and-potatoes
police commissioner.

We can't say that.

Well, find a way,
because it's true.

And before you slot
the inspector general

on my schedule,
take a look at that.

"For your eyes only."

From anonymous
at the Newark Police Department.

Paper files?

And photos from the mid-'90s

when she was
Essex County prosecutor.

Don't make copies
and check it out.

For what?

Accuracy and provenance.

That's all?

That's all for now.

Hey, could I help you
with something?

Yeah, I'm looking for
Joe Frye. Is he around?

Uh, if you want a autograph,
it's 20 bucks.

No, I don't want
a autograph.

I just need to
talk to him.

I'm a friend of a friend.

Oh, oh, right.

Uh, let me
go tell him.

Great.

How bad do you want it?!

How bad do you want it?!

You want to get on that field?!
Yeah.

Let's go!
Give me three more!

Geez.
Okay, yeah, give me a minute.

Thanks, Ralph.

He'll be right with you.
Okay.

That guy on the bench--
he looks familiar.

Who is that?

Daquan Jackson.

Plays for the Jets.

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, special teams
and backup running back,

but you watch: he's gonna get
a lot more carries this year.

What makes you say that?

Freight Train training, baby.

Joe Frye could turn
your mother

into a brick wall.

My mother is dead.

Sorry, figure of speech.

Hey. Joe Frye.
How you doing?

How are you?
Danny Reagan.

Right, the cop.

No, the detective.

Big strong hand
there, Joe.

Sorry, hope I didn't hurt you.

No, you didn't hurt me,
but you did bruise Marianne up

pretty good, didn't you?

That was a accident.

We made up.

Oh, I didn't know
it was a accident.

Yeah, we had a spat.

We worked it out.

You mean you hit her.

That's what you call
working it out?

You on duty here, Detective?

No, I'm not on duty,

but if you put
your hands

on her again,

I'm gonna come back
here and I will be

on duty, and that's gonna
be a problem for you, Joe.

Okay, I won't.

You know, not for nothing,
that's really not the way

to treat a woman, especially
when you're gonna marry her.

You got a thing for her?

Don't make it
a problem for me.

What'd you say?

This isn't high school
anymore, all right,

where you're over
hanging with her brother,

going through her underwear
drawer when nobody's looking,

dreaming you were her man.

That the 'roids talking, Joe,
or all those concussions?

I'm me.
Uh-huh.

She's mine.

Hmm.

You're still just you.

No argument here.

Hey.

You have the day off,
take the day off.

Yeah, I am. Need you
to do me a favor, though.

I want you
to call around

and find out what unit's sitting

on Joe Frye's gym
in Bay Ridge, okay?

Who's Joe Frye?

He's an ex-NFL running back.

It's called
Joe Frye's Freight Train.

This a case we caught?

Well, it's a courtesy call
for now.

Okay, will do.

Thanks, partner.

Hey, hey.

Hey.

What's up with the tie?

Well, I have my interview
with Internal Affairs

right after my deposition.

Okay, well, I think you
might want to lose the tie.

It makes you look
uncomfortable,

and uncomfortable
reads squirrely.

Well, I'm uncomfortable
with this whole thing.

I mean, I clearly identified
myself as a cop,

and both these kids knew
that I was a cop.

I know, and the DA's
office has refused

the case based on that.

So what should I expect
from a civil suit?

Well, the kids' families
and their lawyer

are looking to
cash in on this.

Yeah.

Couple months.

I think he'd say
that I'm making

a difference in his life.

Okay.

Well, he said that
he was pretty sure

you identified yourself as a
police officer when you chased

Mr. Cisneros into the street

and turned him into a hood ornament.
No, he went into that street on his own.

I didn't do either one
of those things.

Come on, whose side are you on?

Yours, but the
ambulance chaser

who's going to be questioning
you for the deposition has

one thing on his mind, and
it ain't justice, it's money.

You got me?

Got you.

So, you know the sarge
of this narcotics unit?

Yeah, and I want to find
out why he's been sitting

on Joe Frye's
gym for months.

Can I ask you a question?

Shoot.

Are you just mad
'cause someone smacked

your high school girlfriend
around?

I just got a bad
feeling about the guy.

I'm just guessing here,
but in high school

she was the queen bee,
super good looking,

a little crazy,
and dynamite in the sack?

That'd be a fair guess, yes.

Okay, still guessing here:

she broke up with you,
and to this day

you feel like you've got to
prove that she shouldn't have.

I just got a bad feeling
about the guy is all.

Okay.
Okay.

All right, we're looking
for Sergeant Clancy.

He's right over there.

All right, thanks.

Nice job.

Hey, Sarge.

Danny, you old son of gun,
it's good to see you.

You still look
the same.

And you still look
like a bulldog.

An old bulldog.

This is my partner
Maria Baez.

Hey, nice to meet you.

Likewise.

So, Joe ye-- you
like him for something?

Well, I don't like him at all.
Why you sitting on him?

Well, lot of kites about
illegal steroids and...

No.

...HGH traffic going on out
of there, but the bigger thing

is this Sam Cummings kid.

You remember?

Sam Cummings--
sounds familiar.

Refresh me.

All-State Lacrosse player
from Bay Ridge

got a full ride
at Duke

and dropped dead the
third day of practice

from a steroid-induced
heart attack.

Yeah, Bay Ridge, I
remember that kid.

Personal trainer...

Joe Frye?

Yeah, we figure he's been
feeding him steroids,

wanted him for manslaughter
for the death of the kid.

Couldn't get enough for
a warrant on account

of he dies out of state.

The case is still open.

You guys ever think
about sending in undercovers?

Yeah, first guy in
got made right away

playing softball with
some denizen of the gym.

After that the gym got
very security conscious.

Tried to insert another
guy, got nowhere.

Guess Joe Frye is not
as dumb as he looks, huh?

Maybe you should
send in a girl.

Well, she'd have to be pretty.

I like the idea of a brunette.

Hmm, a pretty brunette.

You game?

I'm game.

Well,

I'll call your C.O.
and ask to borrow

a cup of the two of you.

Okay, sounds like a plan.

Inspector General
Peterson, sir.

Okay.

Thank you.

Hello, Kelly.

Frank.

Please sit down.

Oh... thank you.

Thanks for fitting me in.

Sure.

What's on your mind?

I assume you're aware
of the pending civil suit

against the city
by the Cisneros family.

They're blaming the JRIP
program for the chain

of events that led to
their son's injuries.

Well aware, as I am
of the suit against the city

where a woman claims that the
school free hot lunch program

caused her son
to be morbidly obese.

You're always so well prepped.

I admire that.

Thank you.

Nevertheless,
the Bureau

of Law and Adjustment
and the city council

and the comptroller's office
are all very concerned

about the spike
in lawsuits

directly related to the Juvenile
Robbery Intervention Program.

Are they also aware
that the program

has demonstrated
significant results?

All they see are legal bills.

That's their job, not mine.

I'm considering a recommendation
to eliminate the program.

We arrest a kid and put him
in a correction system

where there's a very good chance
he will not be corrected.

We are minting
a career criminal.

This is a chance

to break that cycle.

You're putting kids
in harm's way.

These kids live in harm's way.

We're trying to do
something about that.

This city pays
out $100 million

a year in legal claims.

That's not insurance, that's
a line item in the budget.

It costs $168,000 a year
to keep someone in a city jail.

You got an abacus?
We'll do the math.

And what does it do to the soul
of this city if we don't take

extraordinary measures
to save the ones we can?

The "soul of the city" is not
a line item in the budget.

Well, maybe it ought to be.

What happens if a
kid gets killed?

Tragically, kids get killed
all the time--

the very kids
we're trying to help.

Let me be very clear here.

Do not go up against me on this.

Or what?

Jonny Borrero

and Ricky Cisneros were
pursuing him, and realizing

that Tomas Lugo was in danger,
I gave chase.

I identified myself as
a police officer several times.

Unfortunately

Ricky Cisneros,
while chasing Tomas,

was struck
by an oncoming vehicle.

Are you asking us
to believe the fact

that Mr. Cisneros'
alleged association

with gang activities

at the Bitterman houses, where
your late partner was killed,

didn't influence

your decisions on the day
we're talking about?

I don't care what you believe.

Well, you ought to.

It had no bearing
on my decision making.

My partner Vinny Cruz
was a good cop--

a good Latino cop
who gave his life

trying to make
the Bitterman houses,

where he grew up,
a safer place.

I try to honor his memory
by continuing that work.

By identifying and winnowing out

the ones you see
as, as bad guys.

I didn't say that.

You didn't have to.

Actions speak louder than words.

In this case,
by mentoring Tomas Lugo

as part of the JRIP program

on my time
and sometimes on my dime.

Let's go back to the initial
confrontation in the gym,

shall we?

So over here you got
your treadmills,

ellipticals, all that,
plus you could plug in

your headphones,
watch TV, you know.

Wow, it's fantastic.

Yeah, right?

So, what are
your workout goals?

Oh, it's a little
embarrassing.

Hey, you're talking to a guy

that used to weigh
a buck 45 soaking wet.

I'm all about the dream.

I just found out my friend
is having one of those

destination
weddings in Aruba.

Sweet.
And I'm,

like, the maid of honor
and I really want

to have, like, the
best body of my life.

Photos are forever.

Yeah, true that.
The wedding's in a couple of months,

so I'm kind of in a hurry.

I'm thinking about getting
a personal trainer.

I don't know.
I'm certified.

Really?

Yeah, I could do
a lot for your body.

That'd be cool.

There she is.

How'd it go
at the gym?

Well, I now have a personal
trainer and-- fingers crossed--

a real shot at a buff boyfriend.

Well, dreams do come true.

What's your play?

We got to make a buy, right?

Yes, we do.
And our best bet

would be Mexican Dragon
in 500 milligram doses.

That's what they found
in the Cummings kid.

Good.

You sure you're up for this?

But not like that.

Not like what?
Well, she can buy the brand,

but she can't buy that dose.
If she buys

the same dose as a
college kid twice her size,

she's gonna get made.

I'll see
what the smaller doses are.

Good.

...and the guys was waitin' for
me and they started chasing me,

you know,
playin' around,

I guess.

And Jamie...

Officer Reagan

started chasin'
after us.

I guess he thought I was gonna
get beat up or something.

A-And did he identify himself
as a police officer?

I don't know.

I mean,
I was runnin'

and... then I heard
the brakes screech.

And that's when Ricky got hit.

But shortly after the accident

you gave a statement
to detectives that...

Officer Reagan
did in fact

identify himself
as a police officer.

Is that not true?

I mean, I said that.

But... you know,
when I think about it,

it's like...
somebody said, "Police."

I mean, I heard the word
but I don't know who said it

'cause I was runnin'.

No further questions.

That's not good.

What?

Looks like your friend
threw you under the bus.

What are you talking about?

Well, look at him.

They flipped him.

Damn.

Yo, Tomas. Hold up.

Hey, yo, man. Why don't
you just leave him alone?

Ain't you done
enough damage?

Hey, we need to talk.

He ain't got nothing
to say to you.

Aunt Marisol,
let me handle this.

What happened?
You changed your story?

I just wasn't sure.

No. No, come on, man.
You changed your story.

What happened? Y-You lied.
Why'd you lie?

You don't think

they're gonna kick my ass
if I screw this up for them?

All that cash
that Ricky got coming?

And maybe they break a piece of
that off for me and my aunt.

Is that what they promised you?

Man, I ain't sayin' nothin'.

Come on. I know you.

You don't know me.

Make a choice: me or them,
right or wrong.

You don't know me.

So, what, you fooled me,
huh? Is that it?

Huh? You fooled me?!

Good for you.

Good for you.

Hey. How's homework, guys?

Good, good.

Hi.

Hi.

You made dinner?

Ace detective work.

Nice.

Can you put those
in some water for me?

I can.

What'd you make?

The boys' favorite.

Taco pie. Mm-hmm.
Taco pie?

Mmm. How 'bout a table for two
at Le Madri?

How 'bo we don't have
a sitter?

Done. Christina Caputo confirmed
for 7:00 p.m.

Really?

Mm-hmm. Done and doner.

Hmm.

What do you want me
to put these in?

Uh, there's a vase
in the cabinet there.

Come on.
Got it.

This better not be

the sitter.

It's for you.
What?

Guess who.

Be right back.

Marianne, what the hell
are you doing?

Lookin' for you, obviously.

Why?
Well, I called you five times

and it went straight
to voice mail.

I was gonna call you back.

You're duckin' me!

I'm not ducking you.

What do you want?

You went by Joe's gym?

Yeah.

You did?

I went to straighten
the guy out.

What?

Well, now he's pissed off.

Yeah, he's not the only one.

He's pissed off at me!

O... If you didn't want my help,
why did you call me?

I didn't want you to go
and harass him!

Dad, who's she?

Get in the house.

What?
Go on. You listen to me,

Marianne. My husband
is a good man.

He's trying to honor a pledge
he made to your brother.

But you abuse the privilege.

I ain't abusin' nothin'.

Hey, what are you doin'?

Take your sad little
lollipop act

someplace else, okay?

My husband
is officially

off-duty when it comes to you!

What are you doin'
with my phone?

Danny Reagan,

delete!

And Ambush?! Seriously?!

73. All the way down.

Seventy-four.

75. Yeah.

Wow.

I didn't think I could do that.

You really inspire me.

Yeah?

Yeah, big-time.

I have a little problem though.

Oh, yeah? What's that?

Well, whenever I work out
like this,

I'm so dead by the time
I get home,

I just want to go
to sleep, and...

I like to have energy
to do stuff at night.

Yeah? You do?
Yeah,

I do.

Are there any...

supplements you take
or something?

What, like a vitamin pack?

Last year, I trained
for this triathlon,

and my old boyfriend

gave me something
called Mexican Dragon?

That stuff was dynamite.

I might know somebody.

Want to meet up
for a drink later?

Yeah, that'd be awesome.

Why do I have to hose out
the back of the car?

That's what rookies do.

Till when?

Hey, process him.

And I have to
do paperwork?

You looking for me?

Yes.

They took Tomas' phone, and
I didn't know how to reach you.

Who took it?

The boys who beat him.

Marisol, all due respect,

there's nothing I can do
for him, okay?

He made his choice.

No, you have to help him.

No, I don't.
He went back to the courts.

What are you talking about?
I don't know

if they followed him or if the
Cisneros' lawyer said something,

but the word is on the street.

He changed his testimony?
Yes,

for you. And look at
what it got him.

Into the hospital.

Okay.

Okay. Wait here.

For a smart guy,
you sure are stupid sometimes.

Yeah? How's that?

To do right by you,
I had to do wrong by them.

Good point.
Yo,

just let me be.

Some time will pass
and they'll forget

why they're giving me
these beat-downs.

That's no kind of life.

Yeah, it is.

Mine.

You stepped up for me.

Now I'm gonna step up for you.

And how you gonna do that?

I don't know.

For starters,

let me get you something
from the cafeteria.

Come on.

I'll go for a ginger ale
and a straw.

And barbeque chips.

You got it.

How long you been partners
with her?

About six months. Why?

She any good on a sting?

She's my partner.

She could probably
teach you a few things.

I'd like that.

Sorry.

Oh, my gosh.

I am so sore.

Probably need a good
deep-tissue massage.

Definitely.

I took massage.

What? There's a massage school?

No, it's part
of getting certified.

Well, not part, but...
you can add it on,

which I did.

You're really
a complete package, huh?

I like to think so.

Speaking of which, you, um...

you got that thing
we talked about?

Which thing's that?

You know, the...

Dragon from Me-hi-co?

Oh.

Yeah.

We talked about that.

Ralphie? What?

I'm just wondering
if I'm talking to a cop.

You bastard.

Maria!

What's going on?

I don't know.

I think she called an audible.

Ah, hold on.

Give her a second.

Maria, wait up.
Maria...

Why? So you can insult me
some more?

Look, I'm sorry, okay?

What the hell
does that mean, a cop?

What, am I butch to you?

No, n...

I thought you liked me.
I do.

You wanted to help me get buff.

I do.

Here.

It's on me.

No, no, look, I'm...

I'm paying.

Okay? Just...
start over.

Even steven.

All right?
Uh...

have it your way.

And I'm not a cop.

Detective.

Whoa. Remember me, Hercules?

Put the jacket down.
Turn around.

Pretty good-looking
for a cop, huh?

Nice work, partner.

What's up?

Two things.

One is, working with Tomas Lugo
this past while,

it's really hit home
how important it is

to have a present father.

You've been that
every single day of my life.

And I'm grateful.

Thank you.

What's the second thing?

This kid, Tomas...

he really backed me up.

Turned around
and changed his disposition,

told the truth.

But now he's a walking
punching bag for it.

He needs to move.

I'm not a Realtor.
No, but you have

a Housing Bureau Chief,
and she's got ins

with the Housing Authority.

We owe Tomas.

This kid got hung out to dry.
We?

Well, he signed up for a program
that you helped devise,

and one that you support.

I mean, we can't have these kids
crap where they eat.

If that's the deal,

then you should just 86
the whole program.

Tomas ask you for the favor?

No.
You tell him

you could make it happen?

No, that's way above
my pay grade.

You can't save every puppy
in the pound, Jamie.

I know it.

Come on, we're gonna get
Joe Frye sooner or later.

If you cooperate,

I can talk to the DA about
keeping you from doing time.

I told you, I ain't talkin'.

Hey, partner. You get
anywhere with this joker?

No. Let's call
it a night?

Yeah. Well, normally,
Ralphie, you would spend

the night down in Central Booking,
but all the arraignment judges

have left for the evening, so you're
gonna have to wait till the morning

when the corrections bus
comes to pick you up.

Well, I'll take him
down to holding.

Actually, that's gonna be
a problem, too.

All the holding cells are full.

Ralphie's just gonna have
to sit here until morning

when the, uh, corrections bus
comes to pick him up.

Yeah?
Detective, can I leave this guy

in here with you till the
bus comes for your guy?

Well, that sounds
like a plan.

Bring him in.

What's your name, big fella?
Tiny.

Tiny? Okay.

Well, I'm sure
Ralphie here won't mind

having a little company for the
evening-- ain't that right, Ralphie?

Have a seat.

Ralphie, this is Tiny.
Tiny, Ralphie.

You two gentlemen,

I'm sure, have a lot to talk about,
so you have a great evening.

Good night, Ralphie.

I smell chicken.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

This your first sleepover?
You know,

just... chill out.

Shh. We'll make it a party.

You're gonna be my date.

I ain't gonna be nothin'.

Oh, yes, you are.

You're my date tonight.

Mmm...

mm!

Baez!
Ah-ah-ah.

Baez!

Baez! Baez!

Okay.
Hey, Baez!

What is it, Ralphie?

Could we go
somewhere and talk?

You messing with me?

No.

Come on.

Nice work, Detective.
My pleasure, Detective.

How's the wife,

by the way?
She's great.

Good. I'll see you
at the softball game Sunday.

I'll be there.
All right.

These are copies?

I assume so.

You'd know.

I am assuming the originals
are somewhere in Newark.

That is everything I have.

And now it's yours.

I'm not sure I understand.

I don't want anything
to do with them.

I could have
just destroyed them;

I just thought you should know
what you're dealing with.

An invasion of my privacy
at a vulnerable time

during a hellish divorce.

That's part of it.

The part that's in the past.

What's the other part?

The NYPD is... unique.

Like the Israeli army
or the Vatican,

it has its detractors.

But its supporters

are legion, and heaven help you
if they think you are

monkeying with our purpose.

You can't rattle me, Frank.

You or your legions of fanatics.

Supporters.
Whatever you want to call them.

I'll skip the Kool-Aid
and stick with gin and tonic.

Okay.

But you can't wish it away.

Is that why you asked me here?

That was part of it.

I am going to push to expand

the JRIP program
to include the involvement

of the City Housing Authority
to provide relocation options.

We can't ask these kids
to crap where they eat.

And I'm gonna push right back.

Why?
This whole program

reeks of social engineering.

And honestly,

I'm surprised
it has your support.

This feels

way out of your wheelhouse.

Expect the unexpected.

Is that a promise or a threat?

I don't make threats.

The program is
a waste of resources.

Involving Housing is
only gonna compound that.

And that's the battle
I'm picking.

That's yours.

And anything like it
that lands on my desk.

I play hard,
but I don't play dirty.

Good to know.

Well, it looks like Joe
done left the building.

Hit his house?

I got another idea.

Marianne, this is Danny.

Listen, we got a warrant
for your fiancé's arrest.

No, we're on our way
to his house

to pick him up now, all right?
I want you to call him

and talk some sense into him.

Tell him to surrender--
we don't want

anyone to get hurt.

Just do what I say, all right?

Now we'll go sit on her house.

You sure?
Yeah. I know how she thinks.

Joe Frye! We need to talk.

Okay, fine, you know what, come on
inside, we'll talk it over inside.

No. You can make it
easy or hard, Joe.

Stop! Police! Reagan!

Around the front!
He's getting away!

Call for backup!

Hold it!

Hold it!

That's it. It's over, Joe.

Come on.

Stopped short
of the end zone again.

Story of your life.

Joey!

This is all your fault,
you stupid cow!

Hey! You're talking
to a lady.

Knock it off.

Let me go.

Yeah. Marianne Romano.

Marianne Romano?
She's still around?

Yeah, like a bad cold
you can't shake.

I remember her.
Very pretty.

In a cheap sort of way.

I mean, they only dated for...

A month.

Uh, longer than that.

No.

Ye...

How is she looking?

She looks her age.
Older.

Hey, didn't she go to L.A.
right after you guys graduated?

No.

Yeah, and then somebody
swore that they

saw her in a Guns N' Roses

video out there, too.
Yeah.

No, that was somebody else.

Okay?
What?

Wait, who are we talking about?

Nobody.
An old friend of Dad's.

But not of Mom's.

Marianne the car wash girl?

No, no.

Come on, Grandp...

Linda, did you make this pie

from scratch?

It sure is good.

She worked at a car wash?
No.

No, no, no, no.
They were just raising money

for the school prom
or something.

And being good
grandparents,

Betty and I
drove the Buick over.

Marianne was

all wet from washing the cars.

And Betty thought

that I should arrest her
for indecent exposure.

Well, you probably should have.
You know,

14 years ago tonight,
I kissed a girl

on the corner of 10th Street
and University Place,

and my life was
never the same.

That was today?

Yep. We went to the movies,

we saw The Cider
House Rules,

we had slices afterwards, and
I even saved the ticket stubs.

You kept the stubs?
Yes, I did.

All these years.

I knew I loved you
that night...

and I have known that I
love you every night since.

That is so sweet.

Nice save.

Mm-hmm.

I'm gonna need to see
those ticket stubs.

My thought, exactly.

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