Blue Bloods s02e10 Episode Script

(Whinnying) You know, horses are smarter than people.
You never heard of a horse going broke betting on people.
(Laughter) Will Rogers said that.
We take great pride in the fact that our best and brightest have always been drawn to duty in the mounted unit.
The men and women of the NYPD Mounted Unit are our ambassadors to visitors to this city.
And they have played a tremendous role in keeping the peace on our streets since the unit was founded back in 1871.
And I am happy to say that, that tradition is in great hands today.
Congratulations, good luck, God bless you, and God bless the United States of America.
(Applause) (Phone ringing) Nice job, fellas.
Hey, Ray.
Parker's gonna have a conniption.
Well, too bad for him.
We've already lost one man on this job.
I'm not going to another funeral because Parker refuses to abide by the safety rules.
I hear you, brother.
Let's do it.
Sully, we're pulling everybody off.
Right now? Yeah.
That means now.
(Horn blasts) MAN: tell the guys up top.
(Horn blasting) (Horn stops) Go get your signs.
Keep your heads up.
Hey! Hey! What the hell you think you're doing?! What does it look like? I'm shutting your ass down.
I've got 400 yards of concrete on the way.
Well, you should have thought of that before you started getting our guys killed.
You son of a bitch.
Thank you.
And just so there's no confusion We're shutting down all your jobs.
Scumbags! Come on, guys.
Well done.
Congratulations.
I heard you had a great uncle in the mounted unit, right, Commissioner? Teddy Reagan.
You must have heard the story.
No, sir.
Well, legend has it, Uncle Teddy and his horse, Dolly, holed up in a boxcar one night to get out of the cold.
And as was the case in those days, some mounted cops had a flask in their boot.
Long story short Teddy and Dolly wake up rolling into Pittsburgh just in time for sunrise.
Needless to say, that was the end of the glorious Reagan affiliation with the mounted unit.
Uh, Commissioner, can I? Excuse me.
I got to get back to work.
Well done.
Thank you, sir.
Welcome back to the 21st century.
Our Social Media Unit picked it up about an hour ago.
Who was the cop, and when did it happen? His name's Acosta.
Assigned to the 5-4.
Apparently it happened yesterday afternoon.
Let's get his C.
O.
up to my office.
Mmm, thank God for wine.
You know, the night we met, if it wasn't for that bottle of red I drank at dinner, I never would have asked you out.
Yeah, but I did say no.
You did, but the ice was broken.
And after that, you became a goal.
Like a site you had to organize? Hey, ten years and three kids later, I'd say my campaign was a success.
Happy Anniversary.
Happy Anniversary.
The waiter was nice.
He was good.
He deserved the tip.
I'm stuffed.
That veal was amazing.
(Gunshots, woman screams) Ray? (Screaming) Ray?! Help me! All right, let me get this straight guy runs up, pops off four shots, a dozen witnesses, but nobody gives a description? Perp wore a mask and gloves.
Oh, boy.
Let me guess he didn't say around for a celebratory drink.
What else you got? He parked a late-model sedan around the corner.
He got in it and drove off.
We get a plate? A partial.
We're running it through RTCC and checking LPRs citywide.
What a way to end a night on the town, huh? Meet your vic.
Ray Milo: Organizing Director Local 9056.
Concrete guys, great.
Rough bunch.
More like a tribe than a union.
Mob hit? Hey, in that racket, it wouldn't be first time, Lieutenant.
Excuse me.
(Sobbing) He bought me this dress for our anniversary.
Now look at it.
I'm very sorry, Mrs.
Milo.
(Clearing throat) Yes, this is my partner, Detective Reagan.
Mrs.
Milo, I'm sorry for your loss.
Look, is there anything you could tell us that could help us find out who did this to your husband? Any problems your husband was having on the job? Anything? Ray's job was to make contractors' lives miserable.
He was good at it.
He received threats, but he laughed them off.
Called it business as usual.
Anything recently? He never said much about it.
He told me not to worry about a thing.
"Don't worry about it.
" It was his mantra.
Maybe I should put it on his gravestone.
That's okay.
Go ahead.
I'll take her home.
Excuse me.
You riding homicides again? No, that's not why I'm here.
Was it bring-your-sister-along- to-work-day and nobody told me? The victim, Ray Milo, was a confidential informant.
Who was he working for? He was working for me.
Well, this isn't looking like a quiet little homicide.
What exactly were you working on with this guys? I was building a racketeering case in the construction industry.
Crooked contractors in the unions.
So what was Milo's role? He was wearing a wire on his boss Dennis Driscoll.
Runs the local 9056.
Dennis Driscoll I heard of the guy.
He was like a Union reformer back in the day.
Supposed to be a good guy.
He's not a good guy anymore.
How'd you get Milo to flip? I didn't.
He came to us.
He was upset about what he believed Driscoll was doing to the Union.
Last week I convinced him to wear a wire, and tonight he's shot dead in the middle of the street.
Okay, hold on.
Don't start blaming yourself for this, all right? There's a hundred and one reasons why this guy could have got dead tonight.
Maybe it's just as coincidence.
I'm not a big believer in coincidence, Danny.
(Laughing): Man, he bitch-slaps that old guy.
Let me see that again.
(Laughing) Reminds me of the time I caught a guy for petit larceny.
He resisted I bounced his head off a panel truck.
(Laughter) Regular comedy festival over there.
You think this is funny, Sarge? I think it's lousy.
(Laughter) That's why I tell you Always assume you're being filmed.
Yep.
When I came on the job, the only people on the streets with cameras were journalists and tourists.
Now, forget about it.
(Phone ringing) New phone? No, I still got the old one.
Come on.
Let's go get our picture taken.
(Elevator bell dings) As you were.
How wide has the video spread? YouTube, Drudge, all of them.
The TV networks are at least calling for our side, but they are going to run it.
Captain Browne the officer's C.
O is waiting for you in your office, as requested.
Good to see you, Brownie.
Thanks for coming down.
You're welcome, Commissioner.
Please sit down.
I read Officer Acosta's file.
Tell me about the man.
Solid, committed, proactive.
Good example to the young officers on the job.
What's his status right now? He's on modified assignment, sir.
Has I.
A.
talked to him? They have, sir.
What is Officer Acosta's account of the incident? It's in the 49, sir.
I'd like to hear it from him.
Sorry to keep you waiting.
I'm Dennis Driscoll, the business manager for the union.
Detective Reagan.
This is my partner Detective Curatola.
Guys, hang in there.
I'll be right with you.
I was at my grandson's basketball game when I got the call.
Ray Milo he was not only my organizing director, he was my good friend.
We mourn him.
His wife said there were threats.
Ray was a hell of a union man.
As a result of his work, which is organizing job sites, these companies have to pay good wages and benefits.
And let's face it, there aren't a lot of these contractors who like to share.
We heard he had a beef with a contractor yesterday.
Yeah.
He was a point man on Parker/Rollins.
We shut them down.
A guy died in a wall collapse, and Parker refused to correct the safety problems.
This guys Parker he ever get violent with anyone? Nah.
He's more of a telephone tough guy.
He's real big on hollering.
But, this business, you always have to look over your shoulder.
Exactly how much is this shutdown costing Parker? Half a dozen sites it's got to be three a day.
Three what? Wow.
Yeah, I want to get a wire up on Sullivan.
No, right away.
Yeah, okay.
Reagan, hey.
How you doing? A lot better than Ray Milo.
Yeah.
Or his wife.
We need to make sure that leak did not come from this office.
Hey, Milo could've told a hundred people he was informing.
His pals, some drunk he met in a bar, who knows? We need to make sure.
I want to dump the phones of everyone in this office that knew of Milo's status.
I've been running the Rackets Bureau for six years.
I've seen informants refuse to testify, turn out to be pathological liars, commit felonies while supposedly working for the good guys.
But I never had one outed by this office.
Well, Ray Milo was not some craven bad guy who was selling out his pals to save his own ass.
He was a good guy.
And by the way, he came to us, you remember that? Fine.
Get me a list of everyone o had access to the fact that he was working for us.
Two investigators, the paralegal, my secretary, me and you.
I want to LUDs and tolls on everyone.
Okay.
Including you.
And I'd feel left out if you didn't.
You know you're entitled to have representation here with you? Yes, sir, but I don't want any representation for this.
FRANK: Okay, fine.
Tell me what happened.
I approached a male white for openly smoking marijuana.
I told the subject to put it out and to produce identification, at which point the subject grabbed for my weapon, sir.
So I stepped back and swung, hitting him with an open hand and driving him to the ground, where I cuffed him.
You're sure he was going for your weapon? Well, yes.
In-in the moment, I was.
And you're sure you didn't use excessive force? As I said, sir, I thought he was going for my weapon.
I can vouch for Officer Acosta's professionalism, sir.
Officer Acosta, you have had six civilian complaints filed against you in the last two years.
Yes, sir.
The 5-4 is a busy house, sir.
Five were dropped, one for verbal abuse, which was a load of bull.
You had to be there, sir, but it But I wasn't there.
As I wasn't there during the arrest on the video.
So I have to deal with what I can see.
Yes, sir.
Hang in there.
(Car horn honks) (Men chanting) (Clamoring) All right.
No scabs here, guys.
No scabs here, all right? Look at the shoes.
We're not scabs.
Maybe they can bring this rat over to my ex-husband's house.
Is he that bad? Yeah, he actually is.
Mr.
Parker.
Detective Reagan.
This is my partner, Detective Curatola.
We'd like to speak to you for a minute, sir.
(Chanting continues in distance) Yeah, what can I do for you? Gentleman you had a dispute with ended up dead a few hours later.
We'd like to talk to you about it.
Yeah.
Can we step over here? Yeah, why don't you step right over here.
Yeah, we've heard there's been some arguing going on, you know, some, uh, verbal altercations.
(Chuckles): I mean, come on.
I-I scream bloody murder all day long.
You know, I mean, you would, too, if you were in my shoes.
These damn union bloodsuckers.
We're in a union.
Well, I'm happy for you.
So what do you want from me? You want an alibi, my lawyer's phone number, what? First, I'd love for you to drop the attitude.
Secondly, I'd like to know where you were last night when Milo was shot.
I was at the Contractor's Association Dinner at the Waldorf.
Can anyone corroborate that for you? Like, a thousand contractors.
Who, by the way, if they would've announced the news that Milo had been killed, I think there would've been a standing ovation.
You probably would've led the applause.
(Knock on door) Hey.
Figured you might be hungry, so I brought you some of your favorite Italian from Reda's.
Great.
I'm famished.
I haven't left this office for hours.
Yeah? You come up with anything? Been checking the phone records of all my people who knew about Milo.
What about you? Eh, not much, either.
I got a partial print on a shell casing, we got a message out on the shooter's car, and I had two lovely conversations one with Parker and one with Driscoll, who both, of course, say they didn't do it.
They're two beauties, aren't they? Yeah.
We suspect that Parker's been kicking back to Driscoll for years.
Well, if either one of them knew Milo was cooperating with you, that's motive, but they both have solid alibis, so If they did do it, they hired it out.
(Door opens) COREEN: One second.
Miss, please.
I'm so sorry, Erin.
No, it's okay.
Mrs.
Milo, this is Detective Reagan.
Sure.
We met the night you killed my husband.
Hey, come on, that's enough of that.
Mrs.
Milo Oh, just shut up! I don't want to hear it.
It's all crap.
(Sniffles) I found this in Ray's things.
It has your name on it.
Seems like he was taping your little meetings.
ERIN (over tape): Ray, we need to get Driscoll on tape.
It's the only way.
It's the right thing to do.
You know that.
You can do this.
MILO: I'm not worried about me, but what about my family? What if something happens? ERIN: Nothing is gonna happen.
Your family is gonna be fine.
It's my job to protect you.
(Tape clicks) So, because you suck at your job, I'm a widow and my kids have no father.
Hey, what do you got? We pulled video from around the abandoned getaway car.
Check this out.
When was it? About an hour after the shooting.
All right, clothes fit the description.
Can't make out this guy's face though.
No, TARU said they can't enhance it any more though.
All right, well, if you knew the guy, you could probably recognize him, right? Yeah.
Great.
Hey, I need to see you.
Ma'am.
Come on.
Hey.
Don't you "ma'am" me.
Next time, it's gonna be a summons.
Really? Yeah.
(Phone ringing) And then what are you going to do, beat me like you beat that poor old man? Yeah? Regular tough guys, smacking a man twice your age.
JAMIE: Sure thing.
Catch you later.
Only guys with two cell phones are either drug dealers or bookies.
Come on, what's going on? I can keep a secret.
I can keep a secret, too, Sarge.
Trust me on this one? WOMAN: Hey.
We're watching you.
She's watching you.
She's watching you.
(Both chuckle) There's even a music video version now, set to "Another One Bites the Dust.
" You want to see it? No, I don't want to see it.
Do we know who's behind it? It was first posted by Jerry Randall.
Remember him? Somebody still paying him to write? He's blogging out of his basement in Forest Hills now, but he's still the same ol' Jerry, telling it like it isn't.
Guy's probably costing them more in lawyers' fees than he ever made them in circulation.
Still, I always kind of admired his brass.
Not sure the feeling's mutual.
And he's been asked for the unedited version? And refused.
That's just Jerry doing his job.
And how would you like me to do mine here? If I may make a suggestion? Please.
You need to think outside the box.
Hey.
Hey.
Hey, you know the, uh, construction racket.
Tell me if you can make out who this guy is.
Oh.
Uh-oh.
Man, you don't pay me enough.
Really? I didn't make that gun collar go away, you'd still be in the joint right now.
Yeah, but I'd be breathing, plus three hots and a cot.
Telling me you're afraid of this little guy? How about a raise? Call it hazard pay.
How about I plant a piece on you and drop you off at Central Booking? You ain't that kind of cop, Reagan.
Sometimes I wish I was.
Look, I really need this one.
Come on.
Give me something.
Billy Reese.
Third-generation goon, at least.
I was up in Lewisburg with his old man and his uncle.
Legitimate tough guys.
Nobody ever looked funny at them.
Even the made guys called them mister.
These Reeses, they tend to come down on the side of labor or management? Depends who pays the most.
They sell muscle and mayhem.
And they like it so much they even do pro bono work.
Great.
Where can I find this Reese character? The Reeses are out of Throgs Neck.
They never go too far from the water unless they're going to hurt someone.
They own a joint up there called, uh, the Sun Bright.
Small businessmen, huh? Yeah, rumor has it they made the previous owner an offer he didn't live long enough to refuse.
(Engine starts) Right.
Stay out of trouble.
Take it easy.
(Tape winds, clicks) MILO (Over tape): I'm not worried about me, but what about my family? What if something happens? ERIN: Nothing is gonna happen.
Your family is gonna be fine.
It's my job to protect you.
(Tape clicks, winds) MILO: I'm not worried about me, but what about my family? What if something happens? ERIN: Nothing is gonna happen.
Mom? (Tape clicks) Did you really get a man killed? Nicky I overheard you talking to Uncle Danny on the phone.
I know what's being said between the lines.
There was a man that was helping me make a case.
An informant? Yeah.
You cared about him.
I can tell.
Yeah, he was, uh very nice.
Are you going to catch the man that killed him? I hope so, honey.
This is Throgs Neck, huh? Only people I ever met from here: Policemen, firemen, hard hats and gangsters.
Yeah? Well, my chiropractor's from here.
(Sighs) That and most of the Local 9056.
Well, looks like we got the place to ourselves.
Bottle's cold.
(Door opens) (Door closes) Yo, we're closed.
So what are you doing here? I work here, tough guy.
Yeah? We're going to need to ask you a few questions, tough guy.
Hey! Hey! Hold on! Hey! Come here! Come here.
(Coughing) (Yells) Oh, my arm! Ow, my arm! My arm's broken! What, this one, Evel Knievel? Huh? Shut up.
On your feet.
JACKIE (Over intercom): You're going to have to do better than this, Billy.
Come on, do yourself a favor, here.
So all you got on this guy is leaving the abandoned getaway car? I got him leaving the abandoned getaway car, he fits the description of the shooter, he had a pocketful of stolen credit cards.
This guy's dirty.
Okay.
That's a long way to a murder conviction, Danny.
We like him for the shooter, Erin.
The fact that he is a member of local 9056 at least ties him to Milo and Driscoll.
(Sighs) JACKIE: All right.
I'm gonna try this again.
Where were you Thursday night? I don't remember.
(Door closes) But, uh I kind of wish I was with you.
Mmm.
You are pretty hot for an old lady.
(Reese Laughs) Did you know Ray Milo was shot to death? REESE (over intercom): Uh, there's a rumor going around.
Poor Ray.
(clicks tongue) He was a nice guy.
Do you also know we have pictures of you leaving the getaway car? And the description of the shooter looks a lot like you.
Must've been a handsome bastard, this, uh mysterious shooter.
DANNY: No, actually he was a sawed-off runt whose life never amounted to squat.
That's the description we got.
And guess what? Now he's facing the death penalty.
New York ain't no death penalty state, so Really, boy genius? Well.
We can make your case federal with a simple phone call.
Say hello to the assistant district attorney.
(Whistles) It is raining hot mamas in here.
Man, tell me you're not tapping some of this.
The only thing I'm gonna be tapping is the glass wall at the death chamber, when they're about to give you the hot shot, you got it, jackass? (Laughing) Yeah, keep laughing.
I'll make sure you wave to you.
I ain't got nothing to do with this, so keep laughing, too.
ERIN: Would you like to hear some of the crimes that quality under the federal death penalty statute? Retaliatory murder of a witness, victim or informant.
Check.
Murder for hire.
Check.
Murder involving a racketeering offense.
Check.
Do you need to know what "racketeering" means, Mr.
Reese? - I ain't no snitch.
- Really? - Yeah.
Is that going to be your grand accomplishment in this life? (Laughs) (Door opens) Wait.
Wait.
Wait.
Nah, I'm just messing with you, sweet cheeks.
(Reese chuckling) You know what I got? What? I've got my shooter, and a clear path to the death penalty.
So if you want to sit here and be a tough guy, it's fine.
I'm gonna go home and get some sleep.
(Door opens) I was up with your boss Just checking in.
I'm fine, Dad.
It's not my first tough case.
I had this informant, and I saw him at Yankee Stadium.
Dad, I So I tried to pass on by, pretend I didn't know him, but he had a couple of pops in him, stops, gives me a big hello, shakes my hand.
Three days later he's shot dead.
Déjà vu.
Was it because of me? Erin, this is the business we're in.
You can't make it personal.
Yeah, but Ray Milo wasn't a perp trying to buy a break.
He was a whistle-blower trying to do some good, and all he's got now is a widow and some fatherless kids.
Well, beating yourself up isn't going to do him any good.
I know.
I'll leave you to it, then.
Dad? My boss is in Washington today.
Oh.
You want to make amends, catch his killer.
(Door opens) (Door closes) (Whispering): Stay here, okay? ERIN: Mrs.
Milo.
You haven't returned my phone calls.
I just wanted to let you know that we arrested a man we believe shot your husband.
That's just great for you.
It's a real feather in your cap, I bet.
That don't bring my Ray back.
But still, I thought you might want BOY: Mom? You get the hell away from what's left of my family.
Get away and stay away! All the good you did my Ray.
Now go on! Go! Nobody wants you here! Don't come back! We don't need your help! Don't call, and don't come back! Just stay away from us! So if I told you that Jack flushed my army men down a toilet, it would make me an informant? No.
No.
If you snitch on your brother, that makes you a tattletale.
Ah, ah! Nice try, though, Sean.
But if someone is really doing something wrong, it's not tattling if you tell a grown-up about it.
FRANK: Everybody's gonna know what you did anyway.
The way things are going, every move they make's gonna be recorded by a camera somewhere.
Everything? So always tell the truth.
JAMIE: Think about it.
All the surveillance we have keeps the streets safe and makes our jobs easier, but it's a double-edged sword.
DANNY: I don't know.
You got nothing to hide, you got nothing to worry about.
JAMIE: Well, we don't know if this Officer Acosta had something to hide or not yet, right? Yeah, but he's being tried on a zillion screens because of that video.
Yeah, I saw an Auto-Tune remix of it on Gawker this morning.
I don't even want to know what that is.
Big Brother is watching.
Exactly, but now everybody has access, so everybody's watching.
Well, I don't know what you call it, but it's not progress.
Still say you got nothing to hide, you got nothing to worry about.
FRANK: Okay, Danny.
Did you know that I.
A.
had a hidden camera in the interrogation room in your precinct? For a split second (Laughing) Busted! (Laughing) Who's busted for what? Danny.
For sainthood.
Boy, in what world does that exist? Hey, Mom.
Hi, honey.
I'm sorry I'm late.
HENRY: Pass the butter, please.
That's better.
Better than what? Better than the rest of my day so far.
I'll get you some wine.
Oh, I can get that, Frank.
No.
You're busy being married to a saint.
(Henry chuckles) HENRY: Got you again.
What? Got you twice.
JACK: Dad's a saint.
Hey.
JACKIE: Hey.
What's going on? Well, I've been running through the activity on Reese's stolen credit card.
Uh, this guy's been living it up.
A half dozen bars, restaurants, and three massage parlors.
Well, you know, even hired killers need a little stress relief from time to time.
Check this one out, though.
Liquor store, 30 minutes after Milo was shot.
A liquor store, huh? Mmm.
Looks like he went for that celebratory drink after all.
Great.
Let's go check this place out.
Yeah.
Hey.
What's up, sis? Uh-oh.
You got that look in your eye.
I went to see the wife, yesterday, before dinner.
Okay, you really need to stop wallowing.
Well, I was wallowing, but I went to see her, and it didn't register with me right away, but I told her that we had arrested someone for killing her husband.
And? And nothing.
She didn't even ask me who it was.
I mean, wouldn't you be a little curious? Well, yeah.
I mean, I suppose I'd be curious.
But didn't we check the wife out? Yeah, we checked her out, and there's no history of domestic problems, no 911 calls, no new insurance policy.
I had our tech guys dive into the Milos' home computer.
Someone had Googled divorce lawyers two dozen times.
Well, you know, it could've been Milo.
Most of the time stamps show that he was with me.
Okay.
I'll check out the liquor store myself.
You two see what you can dig up on the Merry Widow.
Yeah, right.
So, regift it, Jerry.
You must know somebody who has respect for the NYPD.
Never said I didn't.
Not in so many words.
But actions speak louder than.
Is Reagan really stopping by? He's the one who asked me to invite you up here.
I'm not giving up my reputation for a swag bag and a handshake from the commish.
Nobody asked you to.
Hello, Jerry.
Thanks for coming.
No biggie, Commissioner.
This building's been my beat for a long, long time.
I know that.
I just wanted to thank you, personally, for bringing that video to the public's attention.
(Laughs) Wh seriously.
Well, listen.
You know I haven't always agreed with your take on things, but for once, you and I are on the same side.
Well, I just thought people have the right to know.
FRANK: And to have complete confidence in their police force, so I want you to know that I'm seeing to it that Office Acosta is held accountable.
Well, that would be the right thing to do.
FRANK: Now, the district attorney is taking the case to the grand jury, so of course to present the case, he will need the original tape.
Okay.
The full, complete, unedited original tape.
And this is a subpoena for that tape.
The unedited tape.
(Paper rustling) Well, I-I, uh guess I can check through my files.
Great.
You want to run home and get it? I'm sure we don't need to remind you what it means to ignore a grand jury subpoena.
Thanks for stopping by.
You guys Wow.
Thought you'd want to be the first to know.
From the Dumpster behind Laddie Liquors, right where Billy Reese stopped was shot.
You tie it to Reese and the shooting? Not yet, but I'm a betting man.
What about you and Jackie? You come up with anything on Mrs.
Milo? Ran her credit cards.
She's been checking into the Winston Hotel under her maiden name.
Nice place.
She has good taste.
Yeah.
Reese thought so, too.
Reese? Some of the charges on his stolen credit cards are from the lobby bar at the Winston Hotel.
Huh.
A killer and a lover.
Or a killer hired by a lover.
Which could mean that Ray Milo was not killed because he was your lackey.
You may be off the hook after all, sis.
Go find out? I'm all over it.
What a sad sack.
Mm-hmm.
Do we really think that Jenna Milo slept with this potato head? Ooh.
No way.
She'd definitely be trading down.
Definitely trading down.
(Groaning sigh) Let's not tell him we think that.
No.
Mmm.
Well, it's nice to see her again.
But I'll tell you, I am sick and tired of sitting here for a stolen credit card.
Why don't you ship me to Rikers and go hassle some real criminals, like someone who was, uh, jaywalking or something? (Chuckling) Yeah, funny guy.
Yeah.
How long you think that smile's going to be on his face? I'd say ten, 15 seconds, depending how fast you speak.
Well, we got good news and bad news.
The bad news is we found the gun right where you left it behind Laddie Liquors with your fingerprints on it in the Dumpster with the ballistics matching the murder weapon.
Good news is we decided to drop the credit card charges.
So I guess today's your lucky day.
So, laugh it up now, fun boy.
No, no, um, you know that lady D.
A.
? Maybe I want to talk to her again.
Well, that deal is off the table 'cause you got nothing to offer in trade.
No, she wanted to know who hired me.
Well, nobody hired you, right? I mean, she must have been misinformed.
You said nobody hired you, so that means you did it all by your lonesome.
Yeah, but what do I got against Ray Milo? The fact that you want his wife.
(Chuckles) I don't even know his wife.
Sure you did.
You met her at the Winston Hotel.
I mean, we know you were there.
You remember the stolen credit cards, right, Einstein? We also know she was there at the same time.
See? Two plus two.
And we also know that you do like hot mamas.
I mean, you did tell us that.
Yeah, and you love them hot mamas, don't you? See, you did it solo, so you go down solo.
You got nothing to offer, so you get no deal.
All right, wait.
Okay, I was at that hotel.
But I wasn't meeting her.
Man, he must have been upstairs tapping her.
Then he came downstairs.
Yeah, and he met me in the bar.
Hey.
What are you talking about? Who was tapping Ray Milo's wife? I get that deal no death penalty? You give us something real, maybe you get a deal.
Now, what are you talking about? Real enough.
He paid me ten grand.
Who are we talking about here? Driscoll? The construction guy.
Parker.
DANNY (over phone): Parker, the contractor.
Parker? Yeah, look, whatever kind of dirty dealings this Driscoll guy had going on, Parker obviously had dirty dealings going on of his own, and as an informant, Milo could have brought either one of them down, but only one of them is sleeping with Milo's wife Parker.
Bring him in.
No.
Hold on.
Parker's not some kind of punk.
Okay? He's not a Billy Reese type of character.
He's going to come in with serious lawyers.
You got to be ready for that.
Yeah, and I'm a pretty good lawyer myself.
How did Parker know that Milo was wearing a wire? Well, how else would he know? Mrs.
Milo.
I want her.
BROWNE: Ten-hut! (Frank speaking indistinctly) (Continues indistinctly) Yes, sir.
Yes, sir.
Commissioner Reagan has some new information he'd like to share with you.
As you were.
The unedited video of the incident in question is being disseminated to all media outlets as we speak, but I wanted Officer Acosta and all of you to hear it from me first.
The full version makes it clear that Officer Acosta acted professionally and in a manner that reflects well on all of us.
Couple of takeaways here.
First, I want you to know this.
If you do your job correctly, I will back you to the hilt.
Always.
Secondly, cameras are everywhere.
It's the world we live in.
But if your first duty is to protect the public, right behind it is your duty to get back here in one piece.
And how you look on film is way down the list.
Captain? Officer Acosta.
Front and center! You're restored to full duty.
Thank you, sir.
Be careful out there.
(Applause) (Door opens) (Door closes) What are you doing here? The cops told me they wanted to give me an update.
I've been wondering about your husband's case.
Keep asking myself, did I push him too far, too fast, to a place where he couldn't go? Well, he's dead because of you, isn't he? My daughter she asked me if I was responsible for getting a man killed.
That is a hell of a question to hear your kid ask you.
But it's okay.
'Cause I can tell her, "No, I'm not.
" But you can't really say the same, can you? (Laughing) You must need a psychiatrist.
What the hell are you talking about? We know everything.
I should sue you people.
We know about the Winston Hotel.
I get my hair cut there.
There's a salon.
Yeah, Vittore's.
I know.
I've I've had my hair done there.
We'll check with their records and see how often you go in.
It's probably not as often as you register at the front desk of the hotel under your maiden name.
So when we show your picture and Ron Parker's, do you really think that no one's going to put the two of you together? So I had an affair.
With the man who murdered your husband.
That's crazy.
We have the guy he hired.
He told us Ron Parker hired him at the bar of the Winston Hotel.
Ron Parker is a good guy.
And your husband wasn't? He was working for you.
He told you that.
He trusted you, and you ran off and told your boyfriend 'cause you knew what he would do.
No, I didn't.
You told him because you knew he would kill your husband to keep himself out of prison.
You chose that crook over your husband.
I don't know what fancy-ass place you grew up in, but where I come from, there is nothing worse in this life than a rat.
That rat was the father of your children.
He stood up for what was right.
And where I come from, that means everything.
Pick up that punk Parker.
That's my kid sister.