Blue Bloods (2010–…): Season 5, Episode 11 - Baggage - full transcript

Danny witnesses a bank robbery from the inside. While chasing the evidence he finds it was committed to get money for a noble cause. When learning the facts Danny has an internal struggle of what to do. Garrett and Gormley clash over how to handle a public nuisance caused by a street artist. The internal strife causes friction between Garrett and Commissioner Reagan.

♪ ♪

My kingdom for
an empty bench

where I can devour
my cheeseburger.

It's two cheeseburgers
you ordered, hotshot.

It's gonna be three if
you don't finish yours.

Oh, there's a spot.

Hey, whoa, whoa.

Huh.

Excuse me, ma'am,
does this bag belong to you?

No.

Uh-uh. No.
No?



Hey, guys,

does that bag belong to any of you?
No.

No?
No. Uh-uh.

Sir, did you forget your bag
over here?

It's not mine.
Did you guys forget... Okay.

Excuse me,
anybody with this bag?

This bag belong
to anyone?

It ticking.
It's ticking?

Yeah. Let's just keep it calm
and back everybody up, okay?

Guys, we need you
to back up, okay?

Please, folks. Folks,
will you please clear the area?

Central, 12 David. Be advised,
we have a suspicious package

at Union Square Park
at 14th and Broadway.

Have Bomb Squad respond
at this time, please.



Do you have
the appraisal?

I have the appraisal.
Okay.

What about the letter
from the mortgage broker?

I got the letter from
the mortgage broker.

Come on, stop worrying.

Okay.

Maybe you should have worn
your blue tie.

Why?

It brings out your eyes.
What?

Blue implies honesty,
dependability, trust.

I'm asking him

to refinance our
mortgage, not marry me.

I know.
I'm just nervous, that's all.

Don't be nervous.
We got this

in the bag, okay?
My job is secure,

our credit is good,

and we have been
with this bank

for over 20 years.
Isn't that right?

Mr. Reagan. Mrs. Reagan.

Hi. How are you?
Please, right this way.

All right, let's go.

Relax.

What is it?
What's going on?

Someone left an
unattended bag.

Aw, man. Is it a bomb?

We're not sure
what it is yet, sir.

That's why
we're checking it out.

Why's everybody
laughing?

It's a Spanky.

What's a Spanky?

The guerilla
street artist, Spanky.

You've never seen
his art around town?

This isn't art.

This is yelling "fir""
in a packed theater.

Yeah.

We did everything by the
numbers with the appraisal.

Mm-hmm.

Even used the company
the bank recommended.

Yeah. Our mortgage broker
says we're a slam dunk.

Slam dunk.
Slam dunk.

I'm sorry.
We're not gonna be able

to refinance your mortgage
at this time.

You what?
Why not?

I suggest you check back
with us in a year.

A year?

To a year and a half.

No, no, no. You hold on
to those, because

there's got to be some mistake.
Okay, Danny, Danny...

We got to work
this out here.

You know
what my husband is

really saying here
is that we have been

very loyal to this bank--
20 years

we've been with this bank.
Over 20 years.

Yeah, so that much loyalty

maybe deserves
a little bit of a reward.

Big reward.

We appreciate your business.

We do. That's why I hope you'll
check back with us in a year.

To a year and a half.

- Well, I think that you...
- Listen up!

Do exactly as I say
and nobody gets hurt!

Everybody down
on the ground!

Get down!
Everybody get down on the floor!

Get on the floor!

Heads down! Heads down!

Everybody on the ground!

Danny, get down, get d...

All right.

Heads down!
Get on the ground!

Keep your head down!
Let me see your hands!

Let me see your hands!

Heads down!

Bags, purses and phones!

Let's go! Now!

♪ Blue Bloods 5x11 ♪
Baggage
Original Air Date on January 9, 2015

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@elder_man

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Nobody move! Head down! Down!
Get on the ground!

I need all wallets,
phones and purses out now!

You!

Get up! Move!

Hurry up!
Open the vault!

Heads down!

Come on, open it.

Fill it up!

Get your head down! Down!
All right!

Come on! All of it!
All right.

Cell phones and wallets!

Take it easy.

Give it to me!
Here! Here!

- Give me the bag!
- Let's go!

Hurry up!
On the ground!

Come on.

Get the drawer!

Aren't you gonna do something?

You're a cop.
Shut up.

Tell him to do something.

In, like, a year
to a year and a half.

What is going on here?

Nothing. He was nervous.

I just told him to-to relax
and no one's gonna get hurt.

Sit up!
What?

Sit up.

I'm on the ground like everyone else.
Sit up!

It's okay.

Are you a cop?

No, I'm not a cop!
I'm just...

Are you a cop?

No!

Time!

We're out. Now!

Let's go!

Now!

Now!

You, on your feet!
Dial 911 right now.

Are you okay?
Yeah.

I need you to remember
something, okay?

Okay.
Listen to me.

Okay.
Female,

white, five-five, five-six.
Female, white.

Okay.
Southpaw.

Hair in a bun.

Male, white.
Okay.

Six-one, six-two.

Okay. Okay.
A scarred wrist.

Male, white. Bandage on the...
on the back of his neck, okay?

Yeah.
Don't move.

Everybody stay calm!

I got it.
I'll be back!

Okay.
Stay put.

Spanky?
What kind of name is that?

Did his mother
hate him?

It's his nom de guerre.

Nom de what?
Pen name. He's an artist.

No one knows
his real name.

We're gonna, soon.
A lot of smart people

have been trying
for a long time.

The police?
London and Paris, yes.

Yeah, they call him an artist.
'Cause I call him a terrorist.

Terrorist? Let's not get
carried away, Chicken Little.

Who you calling chicken?
As in "the sky is falling."

Frank, you want
to weigh in here?

I don't think we need to move
to code red just yet, Sergeant.

Exactly.
And I don't know

anything about art,
but I do know the law.

And what he did was a felony,
punishable by up to 25 years.

25 years
for a stunt?

You can't intentionally
leave a bag

that looks and sounds like
a bomb in a public place.

Not in this
day and age.

But it wasn't a bomb.

It was ticking.
It was a balloon.

That's not the point.

The point is it was made
to look like a bomb!

That's a threat.
That's intimidation.

That is the very
definition of terrorism.

We call this guy a terrorist,
and all that word implies

in this day and age?

We're not.

But he is.
You go out with that,

lumping Spanky with Al Qaeda,

the boss becomes a punch line

for the left
and the right,

from sea to
shining sea!

We're a police department,
not an arts foundation!

Stop!

You're hurting my head.

He's not a terrorist.

He's a person of interest
in a felony hazardous act.

And we do not arrest and charge

on the basis
of profession or profile,

only on the law.

Now figure it out!

Without making it

more work for me. Copy?

What are we doing out here?

Male white with the scars,
he kept checking that window

and looking
in this direction.

A lookout, hand signals--
from everything you've told me,

they seem like
a pretty sophisticated group.

Yeah, they knew
what they were doing.

Which is why
they would

probably pick a building
with the highest elevation

and the most cover.

Perfect spot
for a lookout.

This building--
come on, let's take a look.

Perfect sight line to the bank.

Unobstructed view
of the surrounding streets.

From up here,
you'd know

in a heartbeat
if the cops were coming.

What are you looking for?

Mistakes.

Cigarette butt.

Well, you can't smoke
in these buildings.

People probably sneak up here.

It could be anybody's.

Yeah, but it's field-stripped.

No middle-management
desk jockey's

gonna do that.

Or that.

What do you got?

Boot prints.

When I was in
the military,

it seemed like
I spent half my time

polishing my boots.
Call me crazy,

but those look like
military-issued boot prints.

Son of a bitch.

Sid, can I talk
to you a sec?

I got a big head,
but I'm all ears.

The commissioner
likes you.

You remind him of
who he was as a cop.

That's why you're
valuable around here.

That's nice to hear.
But he's not

a cop on the beat anymore,
he's the commissioner.

I know that.

Do you?

Yeah. So?

So you can't light him up
like that, Sid.

I didn't light up anything.

You used the word "terrorist."

If it walks like a duck...

I don't want to get
back on that treadmill.

The point is, it's our job

to steer the commissioner
to his best decision,

not your first
instinct.

I'll take that as an insult.

Don't.
Then what do you mean?

I just think,
in the next few months,

maybe it's best
if you followed my lead.

My instinct is

what got me here, Garrett.

That's what cops rely on.

To my point,
you're not in the field.

There's finesse,
gradations,

options and impacts
to be considered.

I'm not here to tap dance.

I'm not saying you are, but...

'Cause then the commissioner
would have two of you

instead of one of you
and one of me.

There's a learning curve, Sid.

And I'm on it.

You want to be an asset
or a liability?

You really asking me that?

Give me one reason
why I should help you.

Because I'm your
favorite brother.

Says who?

Says the way you laugh
at all my jokes.

I'm laughing at you,
not with you.

Will you come on?

If you don't help me out,
I got to fight through

13 rounds of Department
of Defense red tape.

That could take weeks
if not months.

Well, I haven't spoken to
Holbrooke in over a year.

Well, this is a great excuse
for the two of you to catch up.

Yeah, except I wasn't
interested in reconnecting.

Just like I wasn't
interested in a second date.

I thought
he didn't call you back.

Excuse me.
I didn't call him.

Okay, well, look, what's
the worst that can happen, huh?

You get a free cup of coffee
out of the deal, right?

What makes you so sure
the guy you're looking for

is military anyway?

The footprint.
Besides the footprint

of a boot that I'm sure I could
get at any Army Navy store.

Filter from his cigarette
was separated from the tobacco,

the paper was crumbled up
with no signs of weed remaining.

I'm sorry, was that
an answer to my question?

It's military procedure.

We're trained not to leave

any traces
of ourselves behind, okay?

So you take your
cigarette butts with you.

I'm pretty sure that's
what he was doing,

but he must have
dropped it.

How do you even know that?

I know because I know.

Look, can't you just
have Holbrooke

run a test
on the DNA I gave you?

And if I'm wrong, hey, I'll
spring for the coffee myself.

You're not wrong.

The DNA on the cigarette
belongs to

a Retired Army Sergeant
Joe Raymond.

You were testing me.

Yes, because it cost me
more than a cup of coffee.

I have to have dinner with him.

Well, lucky you.

Thank you.

For the free dinner?

You're welcome.

Joe Raymond.

Detective Reagan.
This is Detective Baez.

Detectives, how can I help you?

We're with the Lost and Found
department, Joe.

And we found
something you lost.

I'm not sure I understand,
Detective.

You dropped it on the rooftop

when you were doing lookout
for the robbery.

I wasn't on any roof.

I don't know anything
about a bank robbery.

We didn't say it was a bank.

Why don't you
come with us.

We're gonna have a little
chat down at the squad?

Wait, stop!

Am I under arrest?

We'll talk about it
at the squad.

No, am I under arrest
for something or am I not?

This is real bad
for you, Joe.

Anything you do now in
the way of cooperating

will go a long way
towards helping you.

Yes or no, Detective?

Technically, no.

Then have a nice day.

We'll sit on his place,
see if he goes anywhere

or anyone
comes to visit.

We could do that.

You got a better idea?

Raymond just made a call to a
restaurant in the East Village.

You went up
on his phone?

I got a court order.

I know. Good work.

Wow. Like that's never happened.

That damn Spanky's at it again.

Had to shut down the area
around Bethesda Fountain.

Press conference?

Just a release today.

Try to tilt it in our favor.

Like I wouldn't?

I know you disagree with me
but it's my call.

I'm just trying to look out
for you. For the office.

Public perception's
gonna be

we're launching missiles
at a gopher.

So this is about Gormley.

He's got a job to do,
same as you do.

I worry about him
having your ear.

Well, don't.

Look, I like you;

I respect you; in many ways,
I genuinely look up to you.

But I think you have
a blind spot

when it comes to how you view
your command.

Do you, now?

Yes.

And lately I think
you put too much emphasis

on how you're connected to your
officers and not enough emphasis

on how you're connected to,
and perceived by,

the rest of the world out there.

It does matter.

Bring me the release
when you have it, please.

Let's hope this Joe Raymond
wasn't just ordering takeout.

Keep your eyes open for anything
that doesn't look right.

Like that Cobb salad?

Okay, folks,
you ready for some chow time?

That's her.

Who?

It's the girl
from the bank.

You sure?

It's her voice.

Excuse me.

We're ready to order.

Um, this isn't
actually my section,

so I'll get your server.

Please?

We're in a bit of a rush.

You were right.

I am a cop.

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

Yeah, you do.

Joe Raymond called
you 40 minutes ago.

Yeah, how about
you tell your boss

you're gonna
take a walk outside.

Danny.

Hold it!

Hold it!

Stop!

Move it!

Hold it!
Watch out!

I think you're gonna need I.T.

to take a look
at our server again.

I never got the e-mail
on this meeting.

Garrett, I'm sorry.
It's fine.

I'm not mad, but we .

Garrett, no.

You didn't get the e-mail
for the meeting

because you're not on the list.

What do you mean?

Oh.

I see.

I'm sorry.

No, not at all.

All right, Angela Cabot,
who was your friend?

Why'd he do the hundred-yard
dash when he saw us?

I don't know.

You'll have to ask him that,
won't you?

That's okay.

I know who he is.

He was the one checking
the window in the bank.

I recognized the scar

on his wrist.

Lot of people have scars.

Yeah, a lot of people
don't run from the cops either.

Anything else?

My boss is gonna
start getting pissed.

Yeah, I got
something else.

How long did you serve
in the military?

Who says I did?

Well, the hand signals
used in the bank says you did.

Nice try.

You referred to lunch
as "chow time."

Military jargon.

Coincidence?

I did one tour.

12 months in Baqubah.

There you have it.

So you did a tour in Baqubah,

same as Joe Raymond,
incidentally.

And also same, I'm guessing,
as, uh, crazy legs

who just took off here.

So want to tell us

what the hell's going on with

a bunch of former soldiers
robbing banks?

Don't say a word.
Who the hell are you?

My name is Eli Campbell.

I'm her attorney,
and this interview's over.

It's not an interview,
Eli Campbell,

it's a conversation
amongst friends.

Not anymore it's not.
Let's go.

You called your lawyer?

You got a problem with that?
Innocent people

don't usually have their lawyers
on speed dial.

Another word out of you, and
I'll file harassment charges.

Have a nice day, Detectives.

He was with them.

What?
The lawyer.

He was the one bagging the cash
in the bank.

He had a bandage
over his tattoo.

Seriously?

Son of a bitch.

What the hell is going on here?

That's not exactly
how I remember it.

Oh, really?

Mm-hmm.

How exactly do
you remember it?

Well...
Hi.

Daniel Fitzgerald Reagan,
what are you doing here?

I need your help.

Uh, no, actually I need
your help.

My help?
Yeah.

Who is this?

My brother.
Her favorite brother.

My least favorite brother.

And I already told you no,
so drop it.

He can decide for himself.

Drop what?

Nothing. You've already
done enough, and Danny is

just leaving.

Good-bye, Danny.

This is about that bank robbery.

You know what,
it is about that bank robbery.

Did you know
they were all military?

Angela Cabot, Michael McCarty,

Joe Raymond,

even the lawyer,
Eli Campbell.

They all served together
in Baqubah.

I'm a vet myself.

It's the last thing
I ever wanted to discover.

What are you looking for?

Well, as far as I can gather,
they were all

part of a five-man
Stryker team.

And you want to know
who the fifth man was.

Right. Why wasn't
he part of the score?

Why was he the odd man out?

You think maybe they approached
him, he turned them down.

Exactly.

And if he turned
them down,

maybe there's something there,
maybe I can get him to talk.

Sam, it is
completely understandable

if you are not
comfortable with this.

Let's see what I can do.

Thank you, Sam.

How's your salad?

Good morning.

Not very.

Okay, it was until now.

You froze me
out of that meeting.

What, that?

That was a police meeting.

It had no public relations
component.

So that's all I am,
public relations?

Well, you are,
after all,

my deputy commissioner
of public information.

And I sat in hundreds
of police meetings

just like yesterday's,
but suddenly I'm disinvited.

Uninvited. "Disinvited" implies

you were invited
in the first place.

Oh, thank you for clarifying.
I feel much better now.

Cut it out.

It was a purely

technical huddle.

I didn't want
to waste your time.

Look, if this
is about yesterday...

What about yesterday?
What I said.

You said what you
were thinking,

which I would encourage
you to continue doing.

Hard to stay encouraged
when saying what I was thinking

got me sat on the bench.

It didn't.

As I just said.

And while I got you here,
there's something

we need to get straight:
Gormley stays.

You say it like I was
trying to get rid of him.

I have no idea what your
intentions are, but he stays.

Because he is valuable,
because I need his input.

As opposed to, say, mine.

In addition to yours!

I'm just asking you
to get used to it.

Asking?

What, do you need an order?

No, sir. Will that be all?

I don't know. You're the one
who came barging in here.

Anything you want to discuss?

I think we're done here.

We don't know what to expect
from this guy,

so be ready for anything, okay?

Who is it?

Police.
Open the door, please.

Richard Sullivan?

Yes.

Detective Reagan.

This is Detective Baez.

You think we can have a word?

Of course.

Can I offer you

anything to drink,
Detective, uh...

uh, Detect... uh...

Baez.

Yes. That's right.

I'm, uh... I'm sorry.

I'm not, uh...
I'm not, uh...

I forget things.

It's okay.

Nothing for
me, thanks.

Where'd you serve?

Baqubah.

Two tours Fallujah, myself.
Marines.

I was, uh...

I was with the, uh...

Sixth Stryker Brigade.

May I?

They your buddies?

Yeah.

That's right.

So, what is it
I can help you with?

Sorry.

It's okay.

IED explosion.

Took the roof right off
the Stryker we were in.

We'd been hit before,
but this time...

...this time we took it bad.

I'm very sorry.

Funny thing is,
when I lost my legs,

I was devastated.

Now...

I realize that part was nothing.

It's losing my mind
that's killing me.

Concussions?

Traumatic brain injury.

I used to have a 140 IQ.

Now I'm lucky if
I can follow the grocery list.

Look, I don't
want to bore you

with my-my sob story.

Truth is, that's
all behind me now.

I'm on my way back
to being the man I was.

That your wife?

Angela.

Bless her soul.

She put together
a charity in my name.

They raised $100,000.

I start treatment next week.

She's beautiful.

Yeah.

How long you married?

Four years.

We did a tour together and got
hitched when we came stateside.

Then I went back
for two more tours

and, um...

...came home like this.

Tough break. Sorry.

Not at all. I'm lucky.

I know lots of guys
came home just like me,

but their wives
couldn't take it.

And I honestly
can't say I blame them.

But, you know,
like I said, I been lucky.

Angela would do
anything for me.

Yeah, I bet she would.

Yeah, uh, thanks for your time,

and, uh,

good luck with your recovery.

But you forgot to tell me
what it is

you wanted to talk to me about.

Uh...

Uh, burglaries
in the neighborhood.

Just wondered
if you'd heard anything.

Not a thing,
but I'll keep an eye out.

Okay.

Sorry to take your time.

I hate this job.

Yeah.

Good night. Bye.
Good night.

Hey.

What do you want?

I don't know.

Part of me
wants to lock you up,

the other part
wants to turn the other way.

Do I get to pick?

Are you confessing?

No.
Well...

Spent some time
with your husband today.

What did you say?

I didn't say anything,
'cause believe it or not,

I want to help.

We don't need any help.

Look, I know he's been
waiting three years

for Veterans Affairs
to approve his treatment.

That's as long
as he served over there.

And that would make
a lot of people--

especially a jury-- understand,

maybe, why you took
matters into

your own hands the way you did.

You'll forgive me if I've lost
my faith in the system.

Look, I can't
change the system,

and you will go away
for a long time,

but how long depends on you.

Hey.

You cooperate, I'll put in
a good word with the D.A.

I've had a long day and night
on my feet, Detective.

I'm trying to help.

I don't want to see things
get any worse

than they already are
for your husband.

Why do you care so much,
Detective?

Because I was there, too.

But you came home okay.

On the outside.

Look, Angela,

I'm this close.

And when I get you--
which I will--

you're all going away
for a very long time.

Think about what I said.

Maybe you could just
look the other way.

Jack, she
and her friends

robbed a bank.

That's a crime--
a serious crime.

I know, but it was
for a good cause.

Doesn't work
that way, Jack.

You follow that logic
all the way through,

and we're living
in anarchy.

Yeah, where anyone can
do anything they want,

so long as they
feel like it's justified.

But I know
where you're coming from.

Yeah, me too.

Don't think it hasn't
crossed my mind

to just tell them all
to get out of town.

Which would make you
an accomplice.

Which, in this case,
would be an honor.

Don't romanticize it.

Not at this table.

Look, I'm a vet, like you

and you, and I hate

seeing her husband
suffer the way he is

without any help
from the government

he put his life on the line
to protect.

Nobody likes that.

Doesn't mean
the only alternative

is to go out and rob a bank.

I know. But we got a vet
who desperately needs help,

and the only thing
stopping him from getting it

is gonna be me
locking up his girl

and her merry band of thieves.

That's if you can prove it.

Yeah, Grandpa's right.
You're feeling guilty

over a collar
you can't even make yet.

But you think you can make it.

I know I can make it.

How?

The other night, when
she left the restaurant,

she took the
uptown train.

So?

If she was going home, she would
have taken the downtown train.

Yeah, well, maybe she was
running some errands, you know?

Or-or meeting
some friends for dinner.

Except she wasn't.

I followed her and got pictures.

Of?

Extracurricular activities.

What's wrong with that? We have
those all the time at school.

Not the school kind, honey.

Okay, so that
might not be right,

but it doesn't make it illegal.

Also doesn't
prove she robbed a bank.

Not yet. But it will.

How?

He can use it as leverage.

Either she confesses
or he reveals the photos.

Then you arrest her
and you capture

the cash from the robbery,
and that leaves her husband...

Right back
where he started from.

That's not right either.

You got a minute?

A minute.

I just got a call
from The New York Times

about Spanky.

The investigation's ongoing;
more as the situations warrant.

From their
Arts and Leisure section.

You're kidding.
No.

They're putting together
a piece about how the NYPD

is trying to save
New York from art.

Well, today's the day.

Now I have really
heard everything.

Do you want me to make you
or Sergeant Gormley available?

Seriously?

I have to ask.

Neither.

What about me?

What would you say?

That it's a ridiculous premise

for an alternative
college newspaper,

much less the Old Gray Lady.

Oh.

You were right about this
from the start.

Correction.

You and Sergeant Gormley
were right

about this from the start,
and I missed it.

It was a fastball right down
the middle of the plate,

and I never got the bat
off my shoulder.

Not down the middle;
it just nicked the corner.

Regardless, I missed it.

And what's worse than that,
I blasted Sergeant Gormley,

the guy who hit it
on the screws.

I owe him an apology.

Yes, you do.

I'll get him a nice bottle.

What does he drink?

What? You mean like a version
of candy and flowers?

What do you mean?

You can't apologize like that.

I can't?

Not between men.

Not in something like this.

What then?

You ask him to do you a favor,
a favor that would flatter him.

How is that an apology?

You show the respect
that you didn't show

when you did the thing
you want to apologize for.

Nobody gets all mushy,
nobody has to hug it out.

Trust me on this.

How did you know?

Does it matter?

It's not what it looks like.

We're friends.

Yeah. Uh, we're probably
a little bit too close, but...

we never really crossed
the line.

Well, we're happy

to hear that, but I'm not sure
Richard would see it that way.

You don't understand.

You don't know
what it's been like.

I am a good wife.

You know how long I went

without a single loving touch?

We're not here to judge you.

No, no.

You're here to flip me,
to use those against me.

No, we're here to help you.

Yes, some help you are.

My husband gave
everything

for his country,
and he got nothing in return.

He's hanging by a string,

and now my choice

is to either destroy
the man I love

with these pictures,

or send myself

to jail, and in the process,

strip him of any chance
of getting better.

What's this?

I got a friend
in the Department of Defense.

They cut through
some red tape.

The V.A. authorized treatment
for your husband.

He checks in Tuesday.

It's fully covered.

And I go to jail?

Choice is yours.

He's coming home.

What's going on?

Richard.

Wh-What's wrong?

Uh, you've, uh, met
these detectives already?

Yeah, they came around

asking about break-ins
in the neighborhood.

Yeah, that's not
why they were here.

Yeah, I'm starting to get that.

So what is it?

Any news?

Sure, come right in, Danny.

Thank you. Have you
heard anything?

Yes, I just spoke to the D.A.

And?

They will each get
five years apiece.

Yes! Great.

Gave them a nickel
when they could have got a dime.

First-time offenders.

D.A. thought
five years was enough

to knock some sense into them.

Thanks to you.

I owe you big-time
on this one, sis.

You would only owe me
if I wasn't doing my job,

but that's all I was doing.
Hmm.

Right. How's things
with you and Holbrooke?

Shut up.

Yes!

All right. All right.
Thank you. Thank you.

Come on in.

Good news?

They got him!

Our guys just grabbed
one Ned Tobolowsky, aka Spanky,

trying to board
a flight to the U.K.

They're bringing him in now.

Congratulations.

Thank you, and, uh,
my, uh, condolences to you.

No, that's not...
that's not right.

You want me
to get you his autograph?

No.

Or I could take you
down to booking,

get one of those selfies with
him for your Instamatic page.

You mean Instagram?

Yeah, that one.
I don't have one.

Oh.
Hey, we got him!

Oh, yeah,
I just heard!

I was just talking to Garrett
about getting a picture

with him and Spanky.

It would make a great
Christmas card.

I'm kidding you.
I'm kidding you.

You needed me?

Uh, no, it can wait.

You guys celebrate.
No, no, no. Come on, shoot.

Well, I wanted
to ask you a favor.

Okay.

The John Jay School of Criminal
Justice-- they asked us

for a speaker

for their International
Urban Policing Symposium.

And you want me?

Well, they got a lot
of kind of...

...egghead types
already signed up.

Figured they could use
a real smart cop, a cop's cop.

And you thought of me?

Yeah, I thought of you.

Hey, it's his call, Sid.

Thank you, Garrett.

I'd be glad to do that.

You know
I don't like long good-byes.

I just want to make sure
you get settled in okay.

You've already done
more than enough.

Then you can thank me
by letting me do this.

Trust me, Richard.

If she's anything
like my wife,

just give it up now.

Checking in?

Name?

Uh, Richard, uh...

This is Captain Richard Sullivan
of the Sixth

Stryker Brigade Combat Team,
Ninth Infantry Division.

Please escort Captain Sullivan
to his room.

I love you.

And when we both get out,

this is gonna be better.

Good luck.

Oorah.

Oorah.

I don't know what to say.

Just say you'll
never do it again.

Never.

Good.

And thank you.

Thank you?

Well, that is a first.

Let's go.

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