Blue Bloods (2010–…): Season 7, Episode 21 - Foreign Interference - full transcript

♪ ♪

What are you doing
in a parish church?

You ever spend time in
one of your precinct houses?

Sure.

Have I answered your question?

In your way.

This an exercise in humility
or just for show?

What good's humility
if you don't make a show of it?

I mean,
how's anyone gonna notice?

You're really
on your game today.

KEARNS: I forget where
things stand with us



at the, uh, favor bank.

Oh, give me a break.

You got the best institutional
memory in this city.

The name John Macklin
mean anything to you?

Not offhand.

He was an altar boy
in my first parish.

And then, worked at
the 5-7 in the Bronx.

And I have been summoned here
to talk about him because...?

He's got stage 4 cancer
of the trachea in the esophagus.

The doctors told him
he's only got less than a month.

He'll leave behind a wife
and four boys.

I'll make time to go see him.

The family feels
that he got the disease

working on the pile after 9/11.



What's the doctor say?

(scoffs) You know how they are.

Claim's gotten caught up
in red tape.

And you think
the police commissioner

can untangle it
and get this classified

as a line of duty death.

I hope so.

You do know I get a lot
of requests like this.

But not from me.

Point taken.

I'm just asking you
to give it a look,

see what can be done to help.

McLaughlin.

Uh, Macklin. M-A-C-K.

Got it.

I'd be in your debt.

No. We'd be even
because you would say

I've been gifted
with the opportunity

to serve my church.

You know me too well.

I don't think we're
in any danger of that.

What do you say, Mullhearn?

You know, working in
the property clerk's office,

living the dream.

Yeah, well, I called ahead.
I'm picking up the drug evidence

for the Hickman case.

The, uh, Wall Street
drug courier thing?

Yeah. Trial starts
this afternoon.

So, let's get to it, all right?

They said it'd be ready.

All right, all right.

ABETEMARCO: I ain't
got all day.
All right.

What the hell?

There a problem?

Well, there's ants
all over this thing.

Who knew that they
liked heroin that much?

They don't. They
like brown sugar.

Someone's gotten into this.

Hey, Anthony, don't look at me.
We've lost things before,

but this is right where
it was supposed to be.

Yeah, maybe so, but this
evidence has been tampered with.

(siren wailing)

Hey! Police! Hey, break it up!

Hey!

It's over, it's over!

Hey, calm down, calm down.

Hey! It's over.

You, what happened here?

One minute, I'm behind
the counter, I'm filling orders,

and the next,
these two are going at it

like a couple of animals.
All right, what's up, guys?

This lunatic
pulled a knife on me.

Who you calling a lunatic?
You grabbed the knife first!

What are you talking about?
You grabbed it!
All right.

All right, you boys need to
calm down or you're both getting

locked up, you understand?

This man tried to kill me.

I want him charged
with murderous assault.

Yeah, you mean felony assault.
However you say it,

he's the mad dog.
He needs to be locked away!

All right, both of you
need to calm down now.

I want him charged!

I want him charged, as well!

All right, cuff 'em up.

That's it, you're both

going to jail.
(handcuffs tighten)

DANNY:
What the hell, Baez?

Go around the block
for a hot dog,

I come back, it's World War III.

Male, white, with a gun,

approximately
50-years-of-age,

approached the female victim
while she was walking

with her son
and just started shooting.

And what about these two?

BAEZ: Two male
victims got shot

trying to protect her.

Both of them are likely.
She's not doing so good, either,

but the EMTs think
she'll probably survive.

DANNY: Is she able
to talk to us?
Yeah.

Excuse me.

Miss? Detective Reagan,
this is Detective Baez.

What can you tell us
about the man who shot you?

Sergei, he's lost his mind.

So you know him?

He got a call. He wanted
me to go with him to Russia

and leave my son.
And when I...

when I say no, he
gets his gun and...

That's your little
boy over there?

Okay, we're gonna
take care of him

and you, all right?
But first,

you got to tell us
about this Sergei guy.

All right, do you know
where he lives?

Do you know
where we could find him?

He-he could be
anywhere. Please,

I must tell you,

he was with KGB and-and
Special Forces in Chechnya.

We can handle him, all right?
Don't worry about us.

No, no, you're not
understanding.

They call him Rambo.

He will kill anyone, any time.

If you are lucky,

you never find him.

♪ ♪

Three separate reviews
of Officer Macklin's claim

are the same degree of muddy.

About working the pile?

No. He worked most days
for a good three weeks.

Then, what's muddy?

He drank like a fish,
smoked like a chimney.

Okay.

Well...

Well what?

As far as I'm concerned, if you
worked that pile and got sick,

you and your family should be
taken care of, end of story.

(scoffs) You're not
an insurance claims adjuster.

For which,
I thank God every day.

See that arms get twisted.

Yes, sir.

(tosses notepad)

There's something else.

We've got a problem off a brawl
in a bagel shop.

The Archdiocese of
New York got involved.

Catholic Church,
fight in a bagel shop?

This is a joke, right?

I wish.

One of the cross-complainants

is from an Iraqi Christian
family the Church sponsored

to come over here.

The Church bailed him out
on orders of the archbishop.

Which is his right,
maybe even his duty.

Maybe so. The other complainant
is a Muslim doctor

from Sudan.

(sighs)
His family's in
a refugee camp.

They're both here illegally,
both charged with felonies,

which puts them on a list.

Hey, not our problem.

Frank, you met with
the archbishop.

Not about this.

The spin is
that you and the archbishop

teamed up to
let the Christian go free.

He didn't go free!
He made bail. I don't set bail.

I'm not a judge.
It's not our problem.

The mayor's very proud of
our status as a sanctuary city.

He feels this dents that.

Oh, please.

If the mayor wants to post bail
for the Muslim detainee,

let him have at it.

But I am the police commissioner

of New York City,
not sanctuary city.

We both knew this issue
would land on our desks

sooner or later.

It didn't just land.

It was placed, by the mayor.
Get it off.

Off what?
Off my desk.

How?
I don't care how.

Sure you do.
Start with City Hall,

see if they got a sanctuary city
rug they can sweep it under.

(in Russian accent):
I don't see nothing.

Come on, what do you mean
you don't see nothing?

I mean, three people shot
right out

in front of your place,
you didn't see any of it?

We were very busy
with the customers.

A dozen shots rang out.
You didn't hear anything?

You didn't see which way
the shooter ran, nothing?

I had lot of orders.

Bred kakoy to.

Wow, how much Russian
do you speak?

That's all I know.
What do you know?

Intel confirmed this
Rambo guy, Sergei Karenin,

was here legally on
a diplomatic visa.

The part about

the KGB and the Special
Forces is true, as well.

Where is he now?

6-4 squad went to his apartment.
The place is cleared out.

Car's abandoned,
his phone is dead.

How do you say "in the wind"
in Russian?

Well, somebody's got to be
helping him.

I don't know, but, Danny,

there's two detectives
from Moscow

on their way here
to help with the investigation.

Wait, what? Since when
do we work with the Russians?

We don't even have
extradition with them.

There's something called a
mutual legal assistance treaty.

Oh, my God.
Where we
trade help

with other cases.

If we're looking for
someone over there,

and the powers that be say we
should be trying to get along.

Okay, but this just happened.

You said those guys
are already on their way.

How could that be?

Yeah, hinky to me, too.

All I know is that
we're supposed to cooperate.

Ay-yi-yi.

What's the matter?

We got to talk now.

Right now?
It's important.

I couldn't call ahead. You've
been in court the whole time.

(whispers indistinctly)

Ms. Reagan,
are we ready to proceed?

Your Honor, may we approach?

Yes.

What's going on?

We need a break.
We're having trouble

putting our hands on
an exhibit for the case.

(sighs)

Well, this is an epic mess.

After three years,

our key evidence is gone?

I got our people up there
right now asking questions.

Well, is it possible it's
just another clerical mistake?

No way. It's the correct
weight for the drugs.

Somebody deliberately
substituted brown sugar

for the heroin so we
wouldn't notice the difference

until the ants got in.

Anthony, I don't even
know how many people

put their hands on the evidence
before we inherited this case.

Do we even have a paper trail?

We're putting together
a list now.

It's a lot of people.

Okay, so Hickman
was providing drugs

to a half dozen
Wall Street firms.

Is it possible that someone
is paying big money

to derail this case?

Anything is possible,
including a mistrial.

Erin, if this gets out...

No, I know, we've got to
keep this on the DL for now.

But, Anthony,
there's another crime here,

and someone on our end

is involved with it.

You know what
this is about, right?

A Christian and a Muslim
walk into a bagel store?

The P.C.'s hands
are tied.

He can't just tell the D.A.
to release the other guy.

We didn't suggest that.

You suggested our department's
turning a blind eye.

Trying to and failing.

It's not our bailiwick.

Until the P.C.'s
good friend,

the archbishop, weighed in.

Reagan doesn't dictate
to the archdiocese.

Oh, he has his ear, though.

Well, he certainly didn't
in this matter.

What are you looking
for here, Garrett?

Cooperation,

some ratcheting down
of the rhetoric.

You guys are a broken
record when it comes to

trashing One PP lately.

You are barking up
the wrong tree on this.

Being a sanctuary city

is high on the mayor's list
of priorities.

You mean it's high
on the list of what

the mayor loves to see when
he's looking in the mirror.

Look, we didn't open
this can of worms,

that archbishop did.

What are you saying,
I should counsel the P.C.

to lean on the archbishop?

Couldn't have said
it better myself.
You know,

it's this kind of politicizing
that doesn't help anyone.

Maybe just once, you could
stand up for something

other than saving your own hide.

Are you coming
to poker on Sunday?

I got a family thing.
I'll be half an hour late.

Intel says these Russian
detectives are almost here.

They are. In fact, their I.D.
pictures just came through.

You ready?
Yeah.

DANNY:
Wow.

That could be the new
Mr. Maria Baez.

Shut up.

I'm just saying.

Let's take a look
at bachelor number two.

Mr. December, from
the KGB pinup calendar.

(laughs):
No.

Putin taught him that smile
personally.

(in Russian accent):
You Reagan and Baez?

(clicks keyboard)

You know, they're not
supposed to let you up here

from the front desk
without an escort.

We expedited procedure.
I'm Levin, this is Vronsky.

BAEZ:
Good to meet you.

How was your flight?

Long, boring.

Ran out of vodka over Atlantic.

Uh...

thank you.

(tosses file)
Now that we got the pleasantries

out of the way,

how is it that you guys
were on your way over here

before this Rambo
even went crazy

and started shooting people?

First we eat,
then we discuss case.

(chuckles)
You want to go somewhere

and have dinner?

That would be better.
On the flight,

they only had peanuts
and dry pretzels.

DANNY:
Excuse me,

there are two people dead
and one's in intensive care,

so we don't give a damn
how hungry you are,

we're in a hurry
to find this guy.

We will eat, then we will drink,

and then, we will find him.

Okay. Let's get
one thing straight, okay?

You're in our country now,

which means
we're driving this thing

and you're just along
for the ride.

I don't think so, my friend.

We have crucial information
to catch this man.

Great, we'd love for you
to share it with us.

Please. You cannot find him
without our assistance.

And we are very hungry.

Okay, we'll eat.

Just don't expect us
to pick up the tab.

Thanks for coming in
on short notice, Mickey.

Sure, buddy. Just
a little confused.

Thought the Hickman
trial was starting.

It is, but we ran
into a problem.

This is you vouchering
for the drug evidence.

Is that correct?
MICKEY: Yeah.

I was one of the
original investigators.

What's going on?

Well, half the drugs
are missing now, Mickey.

Somebody pulled a switch.

What, you think it was me,
my brother?

You just put yourself
at the scene.

Oh, so the Puerto Rican dude

must have stole the heroin.

Either sold it on the street,
maybe did it himself?

This is your chance
to tell it your way.

No. Look, lady,

you can drug test me right now.

Strap a polygraph on me.
I've got nothing to hide.

You have a better explanation?

Look, I know
I'm just a street guy,

but I followed procedure.

I made the collar,
I vouchered the evidence,

and when somebody
in this office needed it,

I picked it up.
But I am not gonna take the fall

for one of you guys.

What are you suggesting?

I'm not suggesting. I'm telling.

When I signed the drugs out
for a pretrial hearing,

they stayed in the
property safe here,

in this damn office.

So instead of pointing
the finger, you best

get your own house in order.

(Russian music playing)

Eti lyido smeshny.

What'd he say?

He's being critical.

Of what?

Of your country.

He's saying women are
smarter than the men,

and stronger, too.

Can't argue with that.

(whispers in Russian)

What'd he say now?

He want to know if you're
sleeping with your partner.

DANNY:
That's funny.

Do you sleep with your partner?

Hey, we don't do that

around here, okay?
We're working.

If you say so.

Zda-ró-vye.

All right, all right,
enough already.

Look, this Rambo guy's
running around,

and you two are sitting here
getting drunk.

We're working as well,
right now.

BAEZ: How about you tell us
what's really going on

with this Rambo guy?

You obviously had
some kind of tip

he was gonna pop his cork.

LEVIN:
Okay, lady.

(vodka pours)

Politsiya politsiy.

"Police is police."

We had information

he was upset.

About what?

He call Moscow and tell 'em
that he was displeased.

Yeah, we know about that
already.

Got called back
for an assignment,

but he didn't want to go

without his girl.

We have information, too, okay?

But we're trying to string
the pieces together here,

fill in the blanks.

Excuse me, pretty lady.
(sniffs)

Where's he going?

LEVIN:
He's going to bathroom,

even though I tell him
to keep it.

All right, look, there's
a killer running around,

and you guys aren't
telling us anything.

Maybe because we need
to trust you first.

Fine. Down the hatch.

(gunshots)

(screaming)

Everybody down! Stay down!

Police!
Watch it!

LEVIN:
Vronsky!

Hands up. Hands up!

Turn around.

On byl zdes'.

Reagan, Baez!

He was here.

Rambo was here?

Yeah.

And he got away again?

You see anyone?

Huh? Where'd he go?

(speaks Russian)
Where'd he go?

He say he don't know,
but he knows.

(handcuffs rattle)

I didn't start this, Frank.
One of them started it.

The Muslim,
according to the Christian.

Well, you brought it
into our world

when you bailed the guy out.

First things first.

This is the first thing.

Not from where I sit.

Have you looked into

the matter of Officer Macklin?

It's John Macklin now.

He left the department
eight months ago.

Once a Catholic, once a cop,
same thing.

It's complicated.
I'm looking into it.

Well, look faster, please.

The poor man is
barely hanging on.

I would like to help,
if I'm able.

You're able.

Just as you are able
to ask your Christian

to withdraw his complaint.

Ah... huh.

Please.

That would be wrong.

No, it would be pragmatic,
and it would go a long way

to putting out a fire
that you poured gas on.

What if Mr. Asad won't
withdraw his complaint?

Oh, I think he'll consider it.

You think? You mean you know.

I'm confident
if Mr. Khoury will, he will.

I can't.
Why not?

He looks at it as
standing up for all his people.

It was a fight over
cutting in line

in a bagel shop, Kevin.

It would be
the wrong way out, Frank.

It would be an abuse
of my influence.

I'd be using the power
of the faith to...

You had a hand in starting this,

you have a responsibility
to finish it.

I have a lot of
responsibilities.

High on that list

is defending the flock.

(knock on door)

Your Eminence.

Yes, we're late.

I'll tell you what.

You get Officer Macklin's
health claim put through,

and also see that
he gets promoted

to Detective First Grade
so his family can receive

the pay and benefits
that go along with it,

then we can revisit
this conversation.

You're doubling down.

I'm defending the flock.

May God bless you
and keep you safe.

Thank you, Your Eminence.

(sighs)

ERIN:
Thanks for coming in, Gary.

Oh, I'm happy for the excuse
to stop by and see old friends.

So, what's up?

Just following up on an issue

from a case I inherited
when you left the office.

Tommy Hickman?

Right. Of course.

I thought that trial
was just beginning.

It is, but we've
hit a roadblock.

Evidence had been tampered with.

Are you kidding?

Someone substituted sugar

for the drugs that we wanted
to present at the trial.

You think Hickman got to someone

in the property clerk's office?

We're talking to everyone

that would have
handled that evidence.

GARY:
Of course, I'll get you a list

of every investigator
I worked with.

Well, we've spoken
to all of them.

Hey, Anthony, what's going on?

(door closes)

Gary, uh, we've been
hearing some stories

about why you really
left the office.

You know why
I left the office, Erin.

We talked about it.

It was a tough time
in my marriage.

And there are other rumors

about why your marriage
was in trouble.

Rumors are just rumors.

Gary, we have to ask you,

did you have
a substance abuse problem?

(scoffs) I don't see why
I have to answer that,

I-I don't work here anymore.

Oh, come on, Gary.

You wouldn't take that
from a skel.

Why should we take it from you?

I'm not some skel, Anthony.

I was a prosecutor at this
office for ten years.

And, if I had a problem,

it's over.

I'm remarried,
we just had a baby.

ABETEMARCO: Gary, you
know how this looks?

Those drugs were kept in a safe

in your personal office,

while you were
preparing for hearing.

Don't go there, you guys.

Tell me, did you steal
them for your own use?

Oh, my God, how can you
even ask me that?

We have to, we started trial.

Do you know what's the first
thing I teach my students?

Never ask a question if
you can't handle the answer.

Yeah, you also taught me,

if you have an
inconvenient fact,

you need to get in front of it.

So you need to come
clean, Gary, right now.

No, you don't.

I'm warning you.

Not just as a former colleague,
but as a friend,

if you start spreading dirt,
it won't just get on me.

What are you talking about?

I successfully prosecuted
30 or 40 drug cases

while at this office.

If you smear me,

all those criminals
could go free.

Is it worth it to you,
just to go after

that piddly little
courier?
Come on, Gary,

that's no kind of choice.
Let's end this conversation

right now or I promise you,

we'll all rue the day.

(door opens)

VRONSKY:
Nyet. Mne ne nuzhny narkotiki.

LEVIN:
Well, madam,

he say he don't need
any of your pain drugs.

It's American weakness.

Yeah. Let's talk outside.

Give us a second.

Why the hell didn't you tell us

you had a tip Rambo would be
in the restaurant?

Classified information.

Classified my ass, we could've
had the place surrounded.

Rambo wouldn't
have got away again,

and the witnesses
would be talking to us.

We cannot share
our sources with Americans.

Do you tell us everything
that you know?

If one more person gets killed

because you're not
telling us what you know,

we're gonna have
a serious problem.

And I don't mean a
Russian-America problem,

I mean a me and you
personal problem!

Okay, Reagan, relax.

Sergei, Rambo,

he went to Chechnya.

And he was involved in,
uh, what we call,

"acts of extreme subjugation"

with terrorists
and their families.

He come back not the same.

Meaning he snapped.

When Moscow called him back,

he said he changed sides.

"Changed sides"?
Meaning he became a terrorist?

And now he's running
around my city,

and you don't think
that's something

that you should share with me?

In all probability,
he's just looking for a means

to escape to another country.

In all probability,

he could planning his
next attack right now.

That is true, he's terrorist.

We're gonna start working
together before we end up

facing a wholesale
slaughter, you got it?

Maybe, but it is still
essential to control

the flow of information.

No "maybe."

My city, my country, my way.

We work together.
(speaks Russian)

It's okay.

So, this is the safe where
the drugs were being held

before the hearing?

Yeah, only a handful of people

had the combination,
and Gary was one of them.

And nobody in the office
knew what he was up to?

No, he was being smart about it,
like addicts can be.

He knew the drugs
had already been subjected

to a lab analysis,

so he substituted sugar
every time he used

so the weight and color
looked the same.

And because he thought
we'd never get to trial,

he'd never get found out.

He says he's clean.
I think I believe him.

Well, good for him.

Meanwhile, he's left us

with a big fat problem
with the Hickman case.

Have we tried to do
a quick and dirty plea deal?

It'd be sticky.

Sticky's what we do here.

Hickman's lawyer already senses
we have a major problem.

The only deal
he's gonna consider

is no jail time for his client.

Erin, I don't like
cutting Hickman

that big of a break either,

but we need to handle
this as quickly

and as quietly as possible.

I know, but it's too late.

The case is too high profile,

and even if we make a deal,
there's no guarantee

that Hickman's gonna
keep his mouth shut.

If it comes out that Gary
tampered with evidence,

every case he was involved in
will be reopened.

Gary's going to prison.

And he's a friend,
and a mentor to both of us.

I...

I have to say, Monica,
I don't...

I know.

There are no good options.

(in Russian accent): I'm sorry,
I still don't understand.

My English is not so good.

Funny, considering you went
to high school in Coney Island.

Why don't you cut
the crap, all right?

We know you helped
Rambo get away

from the crime scene.

So lose the accent and tell us
where the hell he is.

(tapping on glass)

(without accent): If you know
about his nickname,

why do you think
I'd help you get him?

(sighs)

What?

I have idea.

Great.

I'm thinking I should
speak to him alone.

Do you have room
with a window, no bars?

So you can hang him
out the window by his ankles,

is that what
you're talking about?

There would be more honesty
in conversation.

No, we don't do things
like that around here.

My clearance rate
is almost 100%.

What is yours?

Look, we make cases
the right way

so they stand up,
you understand?

Okay.

How do you say, um...

it is your funeral.

(sighs)

Thought we were gonna
work together here.

American, you thought it
would happen right away?

(sighs)

Okay. Where were we?

Will you please tell the
detective what you just told me?

Tell me what?

Promise you won't say I talked.

To who?
Right?

Fine.

Rambo said he just needed
to go some place

where he could chill
and clear his system

without being tracked.

What does he mean
clear his system?

He's really not a guy you
want to ask a lot of questions.

Clear his system?

Clear his system, you hear...?

Hey!

Hey, you see

where the dumb looking
Russian guy went?

(scoffs)

BAEZ:
How did you know

he was headed back to the
same restaurant?
I didn't.

It's a GPS
I put on his car before.

Like the other Reagan said,

trust, but verify.
(sighs)

What do you think
he's doing here?
Don't know.

He must think we miss him.

Let's find out.

(speaking Russian)

Huh?
(speaks Russian)

Please.

Your presence is unhelpful
and unnecessary.

(chuckles)
Duly noted.

Where's Rambo?

I'm trying to find out, but
now you're getting in the way.

Oh, we're getting in the way?

How about we lock you two up
for obstructing, huh?

We'll put you in a nice small
room with bars on the windows.

Okay, okay,
we'll do it together.

Police is police.

Right?
Wrong.

Pokazhi mne.

What, he's in the freezer?

(speaking Russian)

What'd she say?

It's passageway.
She wants you to go first.

(sighs)
Step aside.

Go.

(clears throat)

5-4, detectives requesting
a 10-85 forthwith at...

where the hell are we anyway?

Behind the restaurant, lady.

(men laughing)

Russian bathhouse adjacent
to our previous location.

Why would Rambo come here?

LEVIN: Clear his system,
steal clothes, I.D.,

get a massage.

Hey, kid, hey.

You seen him?
(Levin yells in Russian)

LEVIN:
For sure, he is here.

Reagan, once he knows
he's in a corner,

he gonna be much more dangerous.

BAEZ: Should wait
for emergency service.

We don't have time.

Oh, son of a bitch.

We got two in here.

10-13, two dead at the scene.

An active shooter
in the building.

Where'd he go?

(yells in Russian)

What'd she say, Levin?

Levin!

Where the hell did he go?

(gunshots)

(women screaming)

(gunshots)
Move, get out of the way!

Police!

(screaming continues)

Police, move!
MAN: Back there.

Back there.
Get out of the way.

Move, move!

(women screaming)
Move it!

Which way, which way?!

MAN:
There, there!

(steam hissing)

(whispers):
Turn it off.

(steam hisses)

DANNY:
Hey.

Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm hit. He's in here.

Sergei Karenin!

Police!

(coughs)

Sergei?

Reagan, what are you
waiting for?

Shut up!

Don't be a girl!
Shut up!

BAEZ:
Reagan?

I got him.

KGB, my ass.

Everything you wanted.

That hardly ever happens.

Including his promotion to
detective with all its benefits.

What about the benefits

from the World Trade Center's
Health Program

or the Victim's Comp Fund?

I don't control those.

But your word has weight.

You know, he had some
good years on the job,

and some less good ones.

What's that a code for?

Smoked and drank for decades
before he got sick.

But he also worked

on the pile before he got sick.

It would be pushing it

to attribute his illness
strictly to working on the pile.

So you're denying him?

No, I am pushing it through.

But I thought you should know...

it's a favor.

Well, then, thank you, Frank.

Or it will be when I sign them.

Which, I take it,
you have not yet done.

You know, I thought
we should go out together

and visit Macklin
and his family,

make a private little
ceremony of it.

Oh, that's a nice idea.

Right after you
pick up that phone

and call your legal eagle,
Mr. Sloane,

and tell him to post bail
for the other guy.

I'm the archbishop
of New York, Frank,

I'm not a bail bondsman.

You put your thumb on the scale,

now it's time to take it off.

You forcing my hand?

I've been ducking calls

from Immigration and Customs
and the State Department.

I don't like ducking calls,
makes me feel all sweaty.

You'd really withhold benefits
from this officer's family?

Hey, it was a coin toss
whether he qualifies,

so, I flipped the coin
till it came up heads.

Like I said, as a favor to you.

But your part is private, quiet.

What you're offering in return
would be public

and controversial.

You chose the playing field,
not me.

Uh... I don't like this, Frank.

More to the point,
I don't like you in this.

Me, either.

I'm just gonna have
to live with that.

Not much choice.

I don't have all day,
Your Eminence.

Do we have a deal?

(line beeps)

Uh, can you find me
Mr. Sloane, please?

(clears throat)

ERIN: Were you aware
that quantities

of heroin were removed
and replaced with sugar?

Well, I became aware when
you brought it to my attention,

recently.

Did you take some of the drugs
and replace it with sugar?

On the advice of counsel,
I'm going to invoke

my Fifth Amendment right
against self-incrimination.

Isn't it true that
during this time,

you were addicted to painkillers
because of a back injury?

On the advice of counsel...

ERIN:
Did you transition

from using painkillers
to using heroin?

Again, on the
advice of counsel...

Counsel, approach.

Ms. Reagan,

we can spare everyone
a lot of agony here

by granting this
witness immunity

to get his full testimony
in this hearing.

In what world is that
fair to my client?

A prosecutor who is
stealing drugs gets immunity

while the regular citizen
gets prison.

Ms. Reagan?

No immunity.
I'd like to continue.

Then have at it.

Mr. Falk,

you were an officer of the court

who swore to uphold the law,
didn't you?

I did.

Did you betray that oath?

On the advice of counsel,

I invoke my...
Did you betray your friends?

No!
Your colleagues?

No!
Did you betray
that oath you took?

That wasn't my intention.

But that's what happened,
isn't it?

(sighs)

JUDGE:
Mr. Falk?

Do you wish to invoke
your Fifth Amendment again?

(voice breaking):
No, Your Honor.

I'm prepared to answer
Ms. Reagan's question.

Did you betray your duty
to uphold the law?

(cries):
Yes.

And for that...

I am profoundly sorry.

More than you or anyone else

can possibly know.

And finally, Mr. Falk,

did you ever tamper
with evidence

in order to convict someone
that was innocent?

No, Ms. Reagan.

I never planted evidence.

Every case I brought
was legitimate,

including the one
against Mr. Hickman.

If...

if I have to go to prison...

like the people
I've prosecuted...

so be it.

At least my conscious
is clear now.

DANNY: You know, the doctors
wanted both of you guys

to stay here for
continued observation.

VRONSKY:
This is not necessary.

LEVIN: Moscow doctors,
best in the world.

If you'd both been
a little more upfront,

neither of you would be
going home with gunshot wounds.

Oh, please. These
are marks of honor.

Souvenirs from New York.

Oh, and to think,
we were gonna stop

and get you NYPD coffee mugs.

(laughs) I've already
took one from your desk.

Ha! Just kidding.

(Levin groans)

If you ever come to Moscow,
please let me know.

I will love to
take you to Bolshoi.

So, what is this?

Potatoes au gratin.

Or French for
"cheesy deliciousness."

(all chuckle)
And that's French for

"straight to your butt."

(chuckles)
Exactly.

Made with Dubliner
Irish cheddar,

with an eye to the old sod.

It's the 101st anniversary

of the Rising.

The what?

The Easter Rising?
Mm.

They don't teach that
in school anymore, Jack.

DANNY: They don't even give
out books in school anymore.

(all laugh)
It was the Irish, our ancestors,

fighting for
their independence in 1916.

And some of the family
who didn't make it over here

got caught up in that.

We had family who
fought over there?

Mm-hmm.

As soldiers?

They weren't exactly soldiers.

They were fighting to get their
country back from the British,

and they called themselves
"rebels."

And you know what the British
called those rebels?

Micks?

Excuse me?
(Jamie laughs)

Terrorists.

Seriously?
ERIN: Mm-hmm.

Bet you didn't think that term

existed 100 years ago.

Actually, I didn't think it did.

So why were they
called terrorists?

Because, by definition,
they were.

Well, why not call them
"guerillas"?

Isn't it the same thing?

JAMIE: Well, guerilla's actually
Spanish for "little war."

Their tactics are alike, but
the big difference is that

a terrorist will target
civilians for political ends.

So, we are descended
from terrorists.

Whoa...

Come on, that's a very
college way of putting it.

FRANK:
Not terrorists

the way they use the term now.

I know.
DANNY: Right.

We have relatives

who were freedom fighters, okay?

Let's just leave it at that.

Amen.
Here, here.

And one other thing:
Hardly anybody who's here

is really from here.

I guess you could say

we're all foreigners.

Yeah, and usually they're
fleeing some kind of grief

in their own country.

Some things never change.
JAMIE: We're not perfect,

but no one's come up with a
version 2.0 that's better, so...

So who gets to say that they're
really, truly from here?

Munsees, Algonquins, Iroquois,

and a whole bunch
of other tribes

whose names I've forgotten,
they can.

Everyone else...

is an immigrant.

Here's to all us great unwashed.

Here, here.
DANNY: Drink to that.

ERIN:
Bottoms up.

Here, here.

Cheers.

FRANK: Here, here.
(Henry chuckles)