Blue Bloods (2010–…): Season 8, Episode 5 - The Forgotten - full transcript

The rioting spread
to another cell block.

That makes three on two tiers.

She wants to hold
a press conference.

ESU on the scene?

On but not in, pending our "go."

Strategic Response Group means
you have a strategy, usually.

That's her contribution?

- I hear sarcasm.
- No.

Carlton, tell her that'd be like
fiddling while Rome burns.

I want to know the one thing
I don't get in this.

Can you guess
what that thing is?



Why are the inmates acting out

when taking away solitary
is supposedly a win for them?

Half right.

What's the other half?

Are we sure it's the inmates?

Or are the corrections officers
acting out in protest?

They put on a uniform
every day just like cops.

And maybe when a mayor takes
a tool out of their belt,

they act out, just like cops.

I got nothing
that says it's the COs.

You got nothing from who? COs?

Yeah, the COs, like my
brotherinlaw Lenny,

been on that job for 14 years
and he's a good man.

Carlton, you can...



Sid, this is a policy beef,
not a family one.

All due respect, cops and COs
are part of the same family.

But tell her to expect his call

and don't try to duck it,
comprende?

The mayor says
it's an experiment

and many experiments have
unstable launches...

Of all the ignorant, egghead,
bleedingheart...

Just the messenger.

If an experiment
blows up the lab,

you shut down the experiment.

She's gonna have to hear that
from you.

Send in ESU. Got it, boss.

And she sure as hell
will hear it from me.

You and me.

No.

Me and Sid. Set it up.

Set it up, please.

Hey, what do we got?

Jessica Rossi, 40s, looks like
she was cut from ear to ear.

No weapon found.

Discovered lying here
on the kitchen floor

by her oldest son, Nick.

She's got three kids in all,

two boys, one girl.

Where are they? Over here.

Nick, Detective Reagan,
my partner Detective Baez.

We're very sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

Do you mind if we ask you
a few questions?

Steve, take Nicole
into the dining room.

Wait for Grandma and Grandpa.

Okay?

We were told that you were the
person that found your mom.

Could you take us through
what happened? Step by step.

I, came in through the
front door like I always do,

and I called out for her.

She was home a lot,

but she'd be out sometimes,

so I didn't think much of it
when she didn't respond.

Nick, if you're not up for this,
we can do it another time.

No. I can do it. I want to help.

Okay. You said
she didn't respond.

What happened next?

I went into the kitchen
to make some food, and...

it didn't even look like her.

There was blood everywhere.

We're so sorry.

Now I wish I had.

Should have at least
tried to help.

There's nothing you
could have done, Nick.

It was too late.

Or given her a kiss,
said goodbye.

What about your father?

Is he, on his way home?

No. He moved out a year ago.

Haven't heard from him since.

Will you be staying
with your grandparents?

I guess.

- Definitely not my dad.
- Okay.

Is there anything else
that you could think of

that might be helpful to us?

Well, I was thinking, um...

Go ahead, Nick, you can tell us.

Is that how I'm always
gonna remember her?

No.

But it is gonna take some time.

What's the holdup?

People have places to be!

Let's see who ran out of gas

in the middle of the
intersection today.

All right, okay.
All right, we got it.

We're checking on it.

Hey, ma'am. Hey,
can you hear me?

Hey! It's locked. Hey.

Jamie, we got to get in. Yep.

Hey, are you okay?
Hey, can you hear me?

Hello! Hey! All right.

I'm getting her out.
Hey, Eddie, call a bus.

Central, 12 David,
we have a female

approximately 18 years of age,

unconscious at this location.

We need a bus forthwith

at West 44 and 11th Avenue.

She okay? What's happening?

I'm not getting anything.
How far out is that bus?

We're gonna need more

than CPR.

Okay, you take over.
I'm gonna give her the Naloxone.

Go.

Do you think that'll
reverse the overdose?

Okay. Set.

Come on, sweetheart, get up.

Let's get up.

Come on.

Come on, hey.

Hey. Hey, you hear me?

What's your name? Hey!

Jamie, Jamie,
she's not waking up.

Hey, can you hear me?
Can you hear anything? Hey!

Nothing's happening, Jamie.
Nothing's working.

What did you find

when you ran the
exhusband, David Rossi?

A few misdemeanor assault
collars from a few years ago.

Apparently, David Rossi owns
a lucrative paving company.

And Jessica won over a million
in assets in the divorce.

So much for that million now.

She won every cent
she asked for,

including full custody
of the kids.

I wonder how she
pulled that off.

Apparently, Nick testified
against his father

in the divorce hearing.

See, that's something
I'll never understand.

You know, parents,
they always say

it's all about the kids.

They don't want to
put them through hell,

then they throw them
on the stand

as soon as they see
dollar signs.

Yeah, I think he wanted to.

What makes you say that?

Nick gave convincing testimony

that his father physically
and verbally abused them.

Physically abusive exhusband.

I guess it's time
to pay him a visit.

We'll wait till she wakes up.

Now might not be the time
to ask her questions.

She'll have to spend
the night here, sober up.

Will a guardian be joining her?

No.

Certainly someone
should call her parents.

You must have her phone.

She's 18. Legally, she's an adult.

When can we move her to the
precinct and process her arrest?

We have her on an Naloxone drip.

When we think she can
sustain without it,

once the heroin's
out of her system,

you guys can take her.

But she's gonna be okay?

Because of you, she should be.

She might be a little sick,
probably try to get away.

Most of them do.

We'll make sure she doesn't.

She seems awfully young.

When she's good to go, just let
the guarding officer know.

Okay.

Hi, Gina.

I'm Nurse Labrant. I'll
be taking care of you.

Um, I'm fine. I don't need to be
taken care of. Where's my car?

You're not getting
your car, Gina.

What are you guys doing here?

Do you realize that
you're under arrest?

How are you feeling, Gina?

II'm fine.

Where'd you get the heroin?

II don't know.

Um, I don't remember.

Um, what is this?

I'll explain everything.

Feel better, Gina.

Let's go.

But we have it under control?

No. We have it
under control for now.

Since when are we
on different teams?

Since my officers
were put in the crossfire

and you put them there.

I didn't expect this to go
without any conflict.

Madame Mayor, ESU can only
sustain this for so long.

You need to reinstate the option
of solitary confinement.

What we need is patience
and perspective.

Yeah, well, we're
fresh out of that.

All due respect.

I'm not sure

what Lieutenant Gormley's role
here is.

When I want to know
what the boots on the ground

are saying, I look to him.

I am making him
available to you.

Is there anything you can add

besides the boots on the ground
don't like this policy?

- Yes. Why they don't like it.
- Okay.

It elevates the socalled rights
of the incarcerated felons

over the CO's ability
to safely do their jobs.

It's causing way
more harm than good.

So was solitary confinement.

It's not the same thing.

We're not here
to defend solitary.

We are here to protest
your policy as it stands.

It's like a dry run
with live people involved.

And we got dozens of ESU
officers in on their day off,

and dozens more
on extended tours.

40% of all prison suicides

take place in solitary.

Not to mention, it costs our
taxpayers $78,000

per inmate, per year,

to more or less
facilitate those deaths.

Is this about a budget?

At the end of the day,
we all live by a budget.

At the end of this day,
some may not.

May not what?

Live.

And if it's a CO
or one of my officers,

there's gonna be hell to pay.

And if it's an inmate

that life somehow matters less,
Frank?

I didn't say that.

Any life lost to this kind
of fuzzy social experimenting

is a waste.

Any life.

So, you save a life,
and now you're just gonna let it

get ruined by the system?

That drug saved her, not me.

Right. You and the miracle drug.

You think that drug
is a miracle?

What do you mean?
Of course it is.

You know, it's not just EMTs and
hospitals that have it anymore...

The addicts carry it around.
So what,

are we just supposed
to let people die?

All I'm saying is, I don't know
if it's such a good thing

to make an OD less threatening.

She messed up.

Haven't you ever
messed up as a teenager?

Did you ever... get
caught with pot

or stupidly drive drunk?

I don't know. Not really.

Well, it must be nice
being so perfect.

You know what,
I can't help but wonder,

if she were different...

What do you mean?

If she were a poor male,

more like the people
we typically arrest...

Don't even go there, Reagan.

It's like you see yourself
in her or something.

How can you say that?

I don't know,
I'm just saying it how I see it.

You know where I can find
David Rossi?

David Rossi.

Police. Need to ask
you a few questions.

Look... you obviously
don't know my exwife and I

if you think I can help you.

We weren't exactly

on speaking terms.

Okay. Well, when's the last time

you did speak to her?

Maybe... two years ago.

We've exchanged words since,

but I don't think
it qualifies as talking.

Did your wife have any enemies?

No. I mean, she was
a real pain in the ass,

but she never pissed
anyone off for real.

- How about you?
- Enemies?

I got a few.

But anybody who knows anything
wouldn't go after Jessie

to get back at me.

At least... not anymore.

How about before, who'd
go after her before?

I didn't mean it like that.

How'd you mean it?
When Jessie and I

were good, we were good.

I was protective...

You couldn't get past me
to her if you tried.

So then where were you
Monday afternoon?

You think I did it?

The mother of my children?

Hey, I'm just checking
off all the boxes.

My oldest found her.

You think I would
do that to him?

Your oldest testified
against you in court...

I'm sure that pissed you off.

But I don't go
and kill his mother!

Hey, I'm still talking to you.

Hey!

Charley!

Charley!

This lunatic thinks
I have to talk to him.

Well, my client
has nothing to say.

You're his lawyer?
You keep a lawyer on call?

Charley works for my company.

Not that it's any
of your damn business.

Yeah, we need to
ask you to leave.

You know, only guilty
people keep lawyers

on retainer.

With cops like you,
only idiots don't!

You don't owe me the apology.

I just, II promise, I didn't
mean to cause you any trouble.

It's no trouble... it's my job.

Please don't tell my
dad, I'm begging you.

This isn't a hundreddollar
parking ticket.

How much is it gonna cost?

Thousands of dollars...
Depending on the lawyer.

Wait. Wait. I'm
gonna need a lawyer?

And pay a potential fee,
maybe several.

Can you afford that?

No.

You should tell
your parents, Gina.

No, no, no. They will
absolutely kill me.

You almost did that
for yourself.

I screwed up, and...

and now I don't know what to do.

You're gonna need help.

They're not gonna
help me with this.

Who got you that car

and the insurance
that comes along with it?

- My parents.
- Exactly.

Okay, but what do I say?

You're asking my advice?

Please.

You could start
by telling them what happened.

They're gonna be
so disappointed.

Could I ask?
What was it, your ACL?

What?

I saw the soccer
bumper sticker on your car.

Did you get injured?

MCL. And they put you on oxy?

Yeah.

For a couple months.

Then the prescription ran out.

Yeah.

And to think I was embarrassed

about having to wear a cast
for most of my senior year.

Look at me now.

Come on.
I'm gonna call your parents.

I'm gonna have them come down
to the precinct to meet you.

Okay? Come on.

Your sister came through
with the subpoena.

Got the phone records.

Great. See, I knew it...
She may act up,

but deep down inside
she's a big ball of mush.

Anybody on here
who can help us find out.

Rossi's whereabouts
at the time of the murder?

He had an incoming
right around that time.

All right, great.
Let's talk to them,

see if they could
tell us where he was.

You're not gonna
like who it was.

Well, who was it? Nick.

He called his father
right after he found her.

He told us he hadn't talked
to his father in a year.

Can we trust anyone
in this family?

Gina Marie.

Mom, I'm sorry.

I'll give you a few minutes,

then I have
to put her in a cell.

- II really can't go home with them?
- No, Gina, you really can't.

You shouldn't even be talking
out here right now.

Thank you, Officer.

Johnson.

Five minutes, then they're out.

I'll be back to process her.

Thank you.

Officer.

We didn't raise her this way.

I'm not here to pass judgment.
There has to be

something we can do to help.

I think just being here

for her now. I meant... for you.

Please don't do that.

What will it take?
Whatever you want, we have it.

That's a felony.

She can't stay in there.

Her bail will be set tomorrow

at arraignment.
She has to say overnight?

- She does.
- She's just a kid.

Who committed
a very serious crime.

Five minutes.

Wait'll you hear this.

According to Carlton,

she likes all the officers
on her detail except one:

Officer Bunuel.

What's her beef with Bunuel?

Her gender.

Clarice Bunuel.

Wait. What?

'Cause she's a woman
seems to be the problem.

Talk about the pot

calling the kettle black.

I don't think
that's what that means.

What's the detail
say about our mayor?

In terms of?

In terms of how she
treats our cops.

They like her.

To a man, so to speak.

She treats them
with a lot of respect,

and has a nice
variety of snacks.

They lifted the lockdown
an hour ago.

Fighting broke out
20 minutes ago.

An ESU officer was stabbed

in the neck above his vest.

Condition?

Critical but stable.
En route to St. Victor's.

- This has got to stop.
- I'll tell your detail.

Where you going?
To see my officer.

You got to be kidding me.

They made you go back
to school already?

Nah, I wanted to go back.

I hate being here.
I know what you mean,

believe me.

So, about your dad...

What's up

with you and his relationship?

What about it?

I don't know, when's
the last time you talked

to him, exactly?

A year ago, like I said.

They split up, and he
hasn't cared enough

to talk to us since.

You know, Nick, if you
really want to help

the way you say you do,
this might be

a good time for you
to tell the truth.

Come on, I know
you called your dad

after you found your mother.

I swear I just didn't know
who else to call.

He was too far away anyway...
He couldn't make it in time.

Nick, come on.

You got to tell me
the truth here, kid.

Your dad beat you.

He beat you and your mother,

on more than one occasion,
and he beat you bad.

Yet he's the first person
you think to call

after you find
your mother dead? Why?

I made a promise to my mom

to keep this secret.
Well, that's got to be

one heavy load for you
to be carrying around, kid.

I think maybe this would be
a good time

for you to tell me the truth.

I lied at the divorce hearing.

About your dad?

Yeah.

And your mother
put you up to it?

She said it was the only way
for us to stay together.

What'd she make you say, Nick?

She told me
to tell the judge that...

he hurt her and that he hurt us

and that he was dangerous
to be around.

Was that the truth, Nick?

He never laid a hand
on any of us.

All right.

Eddie.

I wanted to say I'm sorry.

Hang on.

Let me grab my phone for a sec.

Can you say that again, please?

I'm sorry about what I said.

It's okay.

There might be some truth to it.

Doesn't matter, I
shouldn't have said it.

Besides, you were
right about one thing,

she is totally clueless.

Think there's anything
we can do to help?

Maybe. I think so.

You know, when I was 18,

I swear, I was much more mature.

I find that hard to believe.

Come on. I got to go
process her arrest.

The parents just left.
I don't think that was such

an easy conversation.
I could use your help.

I do like this look
on you, Reagan.

You're a real softy.

Gina? What the hell happened?

- Gina!
- What happened? What happened?

She's not breathing.

You administered Naloxone?
Twice.

Try again.

I'm sorry. She's gone.

Move, move, move.

Hey, Gina. Gina, hey, hey.

Hey, Gina. Come back to us.
Hey, Gina, come back.

Come on. Come back to us.

Come on, Gina.
Gina, come on. Come back.

Put in a second call for a bus.

Come on, Gina. Come back, hey.

I'm pulling my people
in 24 hours.

You won't do that.

I've got an officer
badly wounded.

They're not sticking around
for more.

You would leave the
correctional officers there

without any backup?
Of course not.

You'll call the governor

and request state troopers
and National Guard.

I don't take orders from you.
It's not an order.

When you say it...
You have every right

to ignore my advice,

and I have every right
to act when you do so.

You work for me.

I work for my police officers.

They're not canaries
in your coal mine.

Don't you paint me
with that brush.

My cops and your detail,
ask them.

They'll tell you you're making
a huge mistake with this

identity politics take
on prison reform.

You're a real piece
of work, Frank.

And the governor
has the power to fire me.

- I know that.
- Just checking.

Call Albany.

Let me clarify.

You left her alone,
out of a cell,

for long enough to go
unconscious and be surrounded

by a dozen or so officers...
To talk to her parents.

Where she subsequently died.

Do you let all of your prisoners

make themselves at home
in the precinct?

Of course not.

So you extend that courtesy
to just the females.

Sergeant, that's out of line.

She was a kid.

She needed her parents.

Technically,
she was 18 years old.

Have you met an 18yearold?

The attitude
isn't gonna help the fact

that you and your partner failed
to follow proper procedures.

Officer Janko had nothing
to do with this.

I was the arresting officer.
I administered the Naloxone.

How much previous training
did you have

with the Naloxone device?

I attended the
department training.

Do you believe you administered
the fluids correctly?

I did it as I was taught.

And when you came upon
Ms. Walker unconscious,

the second time,
did you use Naloxone?

No. Other officers were
already trying to revive her.

Without success.

Look, the ME explained it to me.

All the Naloxone does
is balance the heroin.

The hospital misinterpreted
the amount in her system.

We're not disputing if the
hospital is or is not to blame.

We don't work for the hospital.
We work for NYPD.

Well, they're the ones
that should be answering

these questions, though, not me.

Officer Reagan, you took part
in administering Naloxone

into Ms. Walker's system.

So you're telling me if I
sat back, waited for the EMTs,

and didn't save her life,
I wouldn't be in this mess?

That would make it
a pretty unusual case.

If the murderer is a stranger
of a female victim,

rarely does the rape kit
come up clean.

No sexual assault,
no forced entry.

It's gotta be someone she knew.

What else can you tell us?

She did die quickly.

The incision around her neck
was extremely deep.

Killed her almost
instantaneously.

Any idea what kind
of knife was used?

Not a knife.

More like some kind of tool.

Tool like you'd find
in a toolbox?

No. Tool like you'd find
in a toolshed.

Something meant for wood,
maybe gardening.

More like a machete.

Did you see anybody
working around their place?

No.

But I did see her
perfect gel manicure.

No way was she getting
those hands dirty.

Right.

You know, it kind of feels like
I'm the one being suspended,

riding with Ramos,

eating tuna fish
sandwiches all afternoon.

Well, I'll trade places
with you any day.

How is the Naloxone
retraining going?

Just a constant reminder
of Gina's death.

Yeah, we need to try to move on.

Gina's parents aren't moving on.

- They suing?
- Yep.

I would.

How are we supposed to know
you can have a second OD,

24 hours after intake?

It wasn't a second OD.

It was the same one.

What do you mean?

She was just...

too doped up on the drip
for anyone to tell

that she still had
the heroin in her system.

So the hospital's at fault,
not you.

IAB doesn't care about that.

You saved that girl's life
the first time,

and you did the right thing.

Says who?

You treated that girl
like a human being, Jamie.

I should have just
stayed out of it.

We both should have.

Then she would have been
in her cell.

Who knows what would
have happened?

She could have died
in her cell, too.

Yeah, well, we'll never know.

Right. We can play the "what
ifs" game all night if you want,

but it's not gonna change
the fact that Gina's gone.

I'm not exaggerating.

It seems like
every other call these days

is some version of kids
plus drugs equals tragedy.

Another classmate

from my high school overdosed
just last month.

That's three in one year. From?

Fentanyl or heroin, not sure
what the final verdict was.

I know two kids in my
neighborhood who died this year.

"Knew them" knew them?

Well, one kid's older brother,

another kid's sister.

You're way too young

for that kind of tragedy.

Tragedy doesn't have
a minimum age, sad to say.

It's like the modern plague.

Yeah, except it's worse.

The plague is a sickness

that you catch.
You don't go out and say,

"Hey, let's score
some plague tonight."

These kids are doing this
to themselves.

And you can't just go,
"Just say no."

Yeah, but sometimes the simplest
answer is the best one.

And the right one.

Not just a catchphrase...
The point, the education.

That's right.

Might not have solved
everything,

- but "just say no" was a start.
- Yeah.

Where did it come from?

Really?

Yeah. I mean,
I know it's a thing.

Another Reagan,
believe it or not.

First Lady Nancy.

I think Dad's right.

It comes down to education.

Or lack thereof,

in this case. Tell me something.

How many of your
friends have you lost

to drunk driving accidents?

None.

None.

None.

Because...?

Designated drivers.

Taxis.

And...?

Because it's drilled into us
from kindergarten.

Don't drink and drive. Period.

But heroin and cocaine?

I mean, it should

go without saying.

But clearly, it needs saying.

It was kind of the opposite
when we were growing up.

- "Drugs kill."
- Yeah,

like that fried egg commercial,
where they crack the egg

on the sizzling frying pan.

"This is your brain on drugs."

That worked.

Yeah. And how many
of your friends OD'd?

None of 'em. Me, neither.

Yeah, but drunk
driving fatalities?

Three, four?

At least.

Jimmy Driscoll, that's five.

Yeah,

so maybe the drilling
saved you from that.

It's not like they said,
"Don't drink and drive,

but go ahead and do drugs,"
you know?

Don't, okay? Just don't.

And if you see
your friends doing it,

or even your enemies, bust 'em.

We're not cops.

I know that. I mean bust 'em

the way other kids
do to each other.

Whatever you have to do.

When I think I've had
a tough week, I remember:

Not as tough as being
the parent of a teenager.

Amen to that, brother.

Are you high?

What's eating you?

Nothing.

Come on, you can't fool me.

Just pissed off.

At your dinner?

Our screwedup system.

Well, at least you're not
gonna lose your job.

Yeah, I know, I get it.

I'm not gonna lose my job,
I should be happy. Right?

I'm not saying
you have to be happy.

God knows I'm not always happy.

It's just...

I was expected
to save her twice.

And me, I couldn't believe
I saved her the first time.

Well, you're gonna lose some,

but you're gonna save some, too.

It comes with the territory.

I don't think we're gonna
put a dent in this world

with drugs like heroin.

Her death's not on you.

That's not what I'm hearing.

Should've seen her, sis.

She came back to life
before my eyes.

But it didn't matter;
I couldn't save her in the end.

You did your best.

And they're telling me
my best wasn't good enough.

You do enough, Jamie.

Do me a favor, will you?

Tell the sergeants
down at IAB that.

- Come on, would you just open up?
- Go away.

Well, look, we're not here
to arrest you.

Good.

Go away.

Hey, you know,
your kid gave you an alibi.

What do you want?

We want your help,

that's what we want.

Now, why would I help you?

Because you want
to help your kids.

And because whoever did this
is someone your wife knew

and it's probably someone
you knew.

Two minutes.

That's my partner,
Detective Baez.

How are you?

We made a list. We noted

your exwife's, FedEx guy,

pizza delivery,
mailman, handyman,

lawn service...

No, that's wrong.

Which?

Joe's not doing the lawn
anymore.

He's an old friend.

Quit the business
a couple weeks ago.

Well, did she bring in
a new landscaping company?

Someone's been doing that lawn.

Jessie would never

leave it unattended.

Well, where would she go?

Yeah, she take recommendations
from friends, neighbors?

- What?
- No, I doubt it.

She liked to do things
on the cheap,

unlike most people
in our neighborhood.

Okay, well, if she didn't want
to hire local,

where would she go?

Her father used to hire guys

outside the convenience store.

You know, 7:00 a.m.,

bunch of guys
wait to get work for the day.

Day laborers.

I know where to go.
Then let's go.

Take the keys out
of the ignition,

put your hands on the wheel.

Keep your hands
where I can see them.

Officers, II swear, I don't...
Relax.

We're not Immigration.

We're investigating a homicide.
We need you to answer questions.

Get your hands on the wheel.
Homicide?

I don't know anything
about a homicide.

You recognize this woman?

Did you hire someone
to do her lawn?

I don't think so?

Maybe you'll think better
down at the squad room?

No, no, no, no,
that won't be necessary.

Who did you hire to do her lawn?

Some guy.

- He hasn't been around here lately.
- I wonder why.

Come with us.
Show us where he is.

- I don't want to.
- Sure, you do.

We'll get you a bacon, egg
and cheese on the way. Let's go.

Okay, okay, okay.
Yeah. Thank you.

All right, boss man.
Is that the guy?

Yeah, that's the guy. Arturo.

You sit tight.

Excuse me.

Wondering if you
could help us out.

We're a little bit lost.
We're looking for number 214.

You want to help us out?

Hey!

Hey!

Hold it!

Arturo?

Hey, man, we just want to talk.

All right?

Yah!

Didn't anybody ever tell you

not to bring a shovel
to a gunfight?

Get on your feet.

Get on your feet!

Tell this scumbag
he's under arrest

for menacing an officer.

I think he knows.

Commissioner,
were you expecting the mayor?

No.

She is in the building
and on her way up.

Actually,
she is off the elevator,

and she looks locked and loaded.

Madam Mayor.

Do you know

who couldn't get the time of day

or a glass of water in Albany?

You.

I could've told you that.

The governor and AG agree 100%

on who they'd like to see
as commissioner.

Who?

Abby who?

Anybody but you.

They said no to backup.

I had to reinstate
the solitary confinement option

against my better judgment.

Well, I guess all's well
that ends well.

I ended up defending you.

That was painful, Frank.

Here's a revised proposal.

What changed your mind?

Detective Clarice Bunuel.

Sorry. Doesn't ring a bell.

She's on my detail.

She has a psychology degree

that specializes
in anger management,

and she is smart.

That's good to hear.

Would you look at that?

I'd appreciate your thoughts.

Done.

Thank you.

And, Frank, remember
when you compared yourself

to those old buildings?

They're an eyesore
till they get torn down,

and then they're beloved?

Well, that was just a metaphor.

Well, you know
what really happens?

Couple of people bitch
for a couple of weeks,

and then life just goes on.

No one is indispensable.

Certainly not me.

But not you, either.

Good day.

Officer Reagan?

I didn't mean to interrupt.

You here to visit Gina?

I came to drop these,

but I understand
you wouldn't want me here.

Come over here.

I'm sorry.

Please, don't apologize.

Aren't you in the middle

of suing the department?

No. Not anymore.

But it doesn't matter, really.

Blame's not gonna
bring her back.

I'm so sorry.

What you must
be going through...

Officer Reagan...

Jamie, please. Call me Jamie.

Jamie. I've been wanting
to thank you.

If it wasn't for you,

we wouldn't have gotten to see
our little girl

before she passed away.

Wouldn't have been able
to touch her,

to hug her.

We owe nobody but you for that.

Come in.

Thanks.

You don't go away.

- Do you?
- We got him.

- Who was it?
- Landscaper.

Arturo Alvarez.

- I don't know him.
- He's only been cutting her lawn

for a few weeks,
but she caught him

sneaking upstairs
that afternoon.

He freaked out
and didn't let her live

to tell about him.
Son of a bitch should rot in jail.

He will.

You always make house calls?

Not usually, but...

didn't really come here
for this.

- Do you m...?
- Yeah.

Look, I was giving it
some thought,

and I kind of realized
you and me,

believe it or not,
may have something in common.

Yeah? What's that?

Well, my wife died
a few months back, too.

I'm sorry to hear that.

It's all right.

Thing is, she left me
with two teenage boys,

and, way I see it,
it's kind of like

having a big, new job now.

You know, I got to make sure

that the one parent
those boys do have

is the best possible parent
he could be.

So finding myself
making breakfasts

and lunches
and talking about emotions

and things I never
really had to do as a father.

I don't picture you in an apron.

I can't cook a TV dinner, okay?

But, in many ways,

it's been the best opportunity
of my life.

An opportunity
that I might not have taken...

probably wouldn't
have stepped up for if not...

Look, my children
don't want that from me.

Do you really believe that?

I mean, who did Nick call

when he was afraid?

Who did he turn to
when he didn't know what to do?

Me.

Yeah, you.

And yet here you are,
wasting that opportunity.

Maybe it's not my place,

and if I'm out of line,
I apologize, but...

your kids are growing up.

They're gonna be
graduating school,

having families,
falling in love.

Father to father,

don't you want
to be part of that?

I do.

Maybe it's time
to put on your big boy pants

and be a dad again?

I'm sure your kids
could use one.

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