Blue Bloods s05e10 Episode Script

Just pile on the sauerkraut and onions.
- Sure thing.
- You better load mine up too.
- Okay.
- Well, this is a new record.
For how long we'll have to ride around with the windows down after eating? No, how long my New Year's diet lasted.
Oh.
Mine lasted ten minutes into the Rose Bowl.
- Here you go.
- Thank you.
Come to mama.
- You see the shooter? - Heavy coat with a mask.
Help him.
I got the shooter.
Move it.
Get out of the way.
Move.
Move! Move.
Move.
- Stay on the ground.
You okay? - Yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine.
- Where'd the shooter go? - Hey, man, we need help over here.
All right.
Step back.
Call 911! Officer Brent Miller is promoted to the rank of detective third grade.
Thank you.
- Congratulations, detective.
- Thank you, sir.
Our final promotion goes to Sergeant Sidney Gormley.
He is promoted to the rank of lieutenant.
- Congratulations, lieutenant.
- Thank you, sir.
And again, congratulations to all of you, and just as importantly, to your families.
Lot to be proud of here today.
Commissioner Reagan, my wife Sheila.
- Nice to finally meet you.
- Nice to meet you too.
But, uh, I gotta make the rounds.
I'll be right back.
Okay.
- Detective Miller.
How's that sound? - Fantastic, sir.
- This is my mother Phyllis.
- Nice to meet you.
- We're lucky to have him.
- Oh, thank you.
- And my father Don.
- Don, congratulations.
- Thank you.
- Tell me where we've met.
We haven't.
Oh.
- Well, enjoy this day.
- Thank you, sir.
Sid, Baker.
Detective Miller's dad, have him detained as soon as he leaves the room.
As discreetly as possible.
- Yes, sir.
- Yes, sir.
No, no, no.
I'm just saying.
Remake all the movies you want, just don't touch Jaws.
Don't you think a CGI shark would look better? One more word and you're out of the car.
- Whoa.
Whoa, crazy lady.
- Please stop, officer.
Please help, officer.
- They're gonna kill him.
- What happened? A guy hit a girl, but it was an accident.
- Where is he? - Around the corner.
Right over there.
Around the corner.
Oh, wow.
- Oh, jeez.
Here we go.
- She wasn't kidding around.
Twelve David requesting a 10-85 forthwith, numerous additional units for crowd control, corner of Three-Four and Lex.
That's the third time.
That's the third time.
- You set? - Yeah.
- Keep it tight.
- Yeah, let's go.
Ma'am, she's over here.
Okay, ma'am, please back off.
Step aside.
Hey, relax.
Back up.
Back up! - Step aside.
Back up.
Police.
- Back up.
Get back.
- Get your hands off him.
- Help me.
Help me.
- Get off! - Leave me alone.
- Get back! - She came out of nowhere.
Let go of him.
Hey, get Back up.
Back up.
- He almost killed Mia over there! - All right.
- Back up.
- It was just an accident.
All right.
Calm down.
Stop talking.
Stop talking.
All right, calm down.
Calm down.
Son of a bitch tried to get away, so he's getting what he deserves, ain't that right? Ain't that right? Back up.
We got it.
We got it.
Is she okay? She's doing okay, just call a bus.
Central Twelve David, we need a bus Young girl hurt.
Hit by a vehicle.
Blood trail goes from here to Duane Park.
Get photos of it all.
Dead guy's name was Curtis Fallows, Can't believe this guy ran three blocks after being shot in the marbles.
Well, adrenaline's a hell of a drug.
I'm guessing shooter knocked on the front door over there, Curtis opens up, takes a shot to the groin, runs down the fire escape and the chase is on.
Any clues to what this guy did for a living? I don't know, but whatever it was, it wasn't enough.
He's got collection notices up the wazoo over here.
- Detectives? - Yeah, what do you got? Lady across the hall in 2B says two nights ago some guy was banging on your deceased's door, yelling he better pay back the loan he got, because if he didn't, he was dead meat.
Have CSU dust the front door for prints ASAP.
- And watch the blood.
- Got it.
- Guess he didn't pay back the loan.
- Yeah.
And now he is dead meat.
No pun intended.
Oh, whoa, hey.
Hold on.
Hold up.
Hey.
Hey, honey, you're gonna be fine, okay? - Thank you.
- Okay, thanks guys.
- She okay? - Just cuts and scrapes.
- See you got the crowd calmed down.
- They're still pissed.
Mia's the third kid who's been hit on this street in two months.
- The city hasn't done anything.
- I'm not sure human sacrifice is the way to get speed bumps installed.
Hey, excuse me.
- You two were the first on the scene? - Yeah, and just in time, detective.
- How's the driver? - Rattled, bruised.
Claims he didn't even know he hit someone until he turned that corner and saw people waving behind him.
Circled round the block and came back to see what happened.
I did not mean to hurt her.
I tried to be responsible, but they attacked me.
Relax, Mr.
Santiago.
You'll get your day in court.
Look, this is a crapfest all around.
Highway's en route to give him a sobriety test, but I want statements from everyone, and I want the guy who tried to string him up.
- I know who the ringleader was.
- And I'll interview witnesses.
All right, then let's get to work.
You admit you've been living under an alias, Donald Miller, when your real name is Donald DeCarlo.
Yes.
And you knew you were wanted in connection with the shooting death of Police Officer Steven Dixon back in 1976.
Yes.
Could I get a glass of water, please? That's your guy, Pop.
I can't believe we finally got him.
Walked right into 1 PP.
- He gave himself up? - Well, not exactly.
I promoted his son to detective and he came to the ceremony.
- Does Danny know? - Yeah.
I got word to him.
Heh.
Thirty-some-odd years, three generations of us trying to find him, and he falls right into our lap.
- I never would've recognized him.
- Oh.
Last time I saw him, he had hair down to his shoulders.
I had TARU age-progress his teenage mugshot every five years.
Bald, not bald, beard, no beard, all the variables.
I guess I got used to the idea that the one who got away really did.
- Here.
- Thank you.
Yes, I was the kid that Officer Dixon was chasing that day.
But someone else shot him.
Oh, the ever popular "someone else.
" If you weren't the shooter, then who was? I don't know.
Someone reached out from behind me and fired.
- I never saw who it was.
- Yeah? I have never so much as even touched a gun in my entire life.
I saw you do it, pal.
So you're telling me you did time in Spofford as a juvenile for robberies and burglaries, and then went out on the lam for almost 40 years for a crime you didn't commit? Because I knew that no one would believe me.
But from that day, I have turned myself around.
I got married, had Brent.
I mean, if I were a cop killer, would I have encouraged him to become a cop? That's why I had to come see my boy get his promotion.
Come on, officer, we weren't really trying to hurt that guy.
You were just pulling his ass out of that car - to see if he was okay, right? - He almost killed Mary.
- She's like a kid sister to me.
- Mia.
Her name's Mia.
- That's what I meant, Mia.
- You don't even know her, you just wanna beat someone up.
You know what? Here's your chance.
Go on.
Have fun, I'll get my cuffs back later.
So that's our ringleader? Yeah, not so tough now, is he? How'd that breathalyzer go? Mr.
Santiago blew a point-one-two, which means we got him for leaving the scene, - reckless endangerment, and DWI.
- Sounds like a good day.
- Thanks to you and your partner.
- Hey.
Detective? We got a problem.
That woman says there were two people in the car.
- Come again? - Yeah, she says the guy you collared - wasn't even the one driving.
- So who was? She couldn't see, but she swears Mr.
Santiago was in the passenger seat.
When the car came back around the block, - he was behind the wheel and alone.
- Maybe she's confused.
- She seems sharp as a tack.
- How long you been on the job? A little over a year.
So you're barely off probation and already playing detective? I have a credible witness.
I have the guy who hit the girl in the box right now writing out his confession, and still a little intoxed while doing it.
- Detective - Thanks for your help, guys.
- You believe me, right? - I believe you believe your witness.
- That's it? - It's just one witness - out of a hundred, Eddie.
- And my gut.
Which is all you usually have when you drag us deeper on some case.
I said I would go and talk to her.
You know what? Don't worry about it.
Eddie, please.
Hey.
Nice car.
Hey, maybe I could take you for a ride.
I'll show you a place you've never been before.
Oh! - Max Murdock.
Police.
- What'd I do? Same thing you always do when someone doesn't pay.
You whack them.
I don't whack people.
Unh.
So there's another Max Murdock at this address who's known to work as a leg-breaker for loan sharks? - I mean, I quit that job.
- Really? Two nights ago, you were banging on some guy's door saying you were gonna kill him.
You left your prints.
- What guy? - Curtis Fallows, the guy you gunned down this morning in Duane Park.
- Curtis is dead? - Look at that, he does know the guy.
- Uh-huh.
- Okay, I didn't quit that job.
But you did kill him because he didn't pay up.
These porn types always pay up.
Whoa.
Slow down, back up.
What do you mean "porn types"? My boss is branching out.
He's financing films of an erotic nature.
Ends up making loans to some of them too.
I'm not really catching an alibi in any of this garbage, are you, partner? No, just a bunch of words like "films of an erotic nature.
" I suggest you come up with an alibi real quick and make it a good one.
Otherwise you're gonna be starring in your own pornos in the joint, you follow me? - I was in Bensonhurst, Uh-huh.
Breaking a guy's arm.
I'll give you his number.
He'll tell you I wasn't in Duane Park.
Copping to assault so you don't get locked up for murder? You're almost not as dumb as you look.
- His alibi will check out.
- What are you, psychic now? Ten minutes ago, patrol responded to a homicide in Kips Bay.
Some guy wearing the same kind of mask knocked on a woman's door and killed her as she opened it.
I'm guessing that's the guy we're looking for.
Alana Robbins, 26, Rhode Island license.
The neighbors all describe the killer as the guy with the heavy coat and mask we saw at Duane Park.
- Stabbing's a different MO, though.
- Yeah, but I think this was Plan B.
Killer must have got the gun jammed, tossed it over here, got up-close and personal with her.
- What kind of pistol is that? - Oh, it's at least a.
45.
Used for hunting, same as that knife.
- An outdoorsman in the city? - Maybe he's from out of town.
Though that doesn't explain why he'd kill her.
Because she was a porn star too? Big Apples 6? Oh.
I didn't even know there was a one through five.
And Taxi Driver Secrets and Maids in Manhattan.
All produced at some place called Cinema Kitty Studio.
- I guess we're gonna be calling L.
A.
- Actually, just a drive over to Chelsea.
They make pornos in New York? Since when? Since the Internet and the 12-megapixel camera phone came along.
- I mean, that's what I heard.
- Right.
I'm sure that's just what you've heard.
Hey, Lenny.
Can I have a minute? Hi, Mr.
Santiago.
I'm Officer Janko.
I know, you and your partner saved me.
Thank you.
The way you're trying to save whoever it was that was really driving your car? - I was driving.
- You were in the passenger seat.
No, it was me.
I'd been drinking.
Yeah, that's probably why they were driving.
But after they hit Mia, you made them get out of the car and then you drove around the block.
- Can you take me to jail now? - Mr.
Santiago, just talk to me.
I wrote down my confession.
That's called making a false statement.
Hey, Eddie.
- Hey, what's going on here, partner? - She's saying that I'm lying.
I'm saying you're doing something wrong even if it's for the right reasons.
Eddie, let's go.
Now.
Because he's already been interrogated.
- Detective, I was just - Going on a little crusade, - like your partner? - Excuse me? Yeah, Reagan, everyone knows you like to kick over rocks in hopes of finding a promotion underneath.
But your old man is not his old man.
So you screw with my case again, you will regret it.
I'll take him down to Central Booking myself.
Let's go.
Move it.
- Mr.
Santiago.
- Eddie, what the hell are you doing? - Trying to find the truth.
- You gotta have more than your gut.
- I have a witness.
- Who you wouldn't let me talk to.
You know what, Reagan? I learned, like, a million things from you.
In fact, I learn something new from you every single day, so it's time that you learn something too.
- Yeah, like what? - Like to trust me.
This ought to warm you up.
- Watch out.
- Wait.
Wait, cut.
Cut! She seems talented.
I'll be sure to let Linda know you're a fan.
I'm just saying, I recognize a talent when I see it.
Well, maybe we can get you a DVD.
Hi, I'm Cat Holloway.
- Detective Reagan and Baez.
- This is about Curtis and Alana, right? - You already heard, then.
- Yeah, we all have.
Everybody's been freaked out all morning.
Matter of fact, can we go over here? It's kind of a mood-killer and we're way behind.
Great.
So how often did Curtis and Alana work for you? Him, a little.
Her, a lot.
Cinema Kitty produces women-centered, sex-positive erotica.
Oh, a little like those R-rated, soft-focus porns? No, it's X-rated, but we cater to women's fantasies.
Anyone's fantasies go unfulfilled? Disgruntled employee, overeager fan, maybe? Not that I know of.
Only problem that we've ever had was Josie Phillips.
- That's, uh, one of your stars, I take it? - Yep.
From Montana, I think.
- Last year.
- What was the problem? Josie started partying too much.
She stopped showing up to work.
I had to let her go.
And then three months later, she jumped off a building in Madison Square.
So small-town girl moves to the big city, lives the wild life and commits suicide.
Couple days later the cops came by.
Said somebody from Montana called and claimed that Curtis and Alana had seduced her over the Internet.
- But her death was ruled a suicide.
- Okay.
Thanks for your time.
Let me know if you need anything else.
So maybe the someone from Montana wasn't happy about that and decided to get even? Yeah, her dad.
- So now you're a psychic? - No, but I am a father.
The cold-case squad has sent over - their file on DeCarlo.
Mm-hm.
I have our people tracking down all of the old witnesses, and your 4:30 is a half an hour early, - so I put him in your office.
- Uh, okay.
- What was wrong with the lobby? - He said the chairs suck.
Thank you, Morgan.
Look who's raring to go.
Ah, I've been waiting a long time for this.
Okay.
Why don't you walk me through the facts of the case? - You wanna refresh your memory? - Don't need to.
Remember that day like it happened yesterday.
Well, I wasn't even born yet, so I'm gonna cheat.
Okay, report says that at 10:45 hours on January 14th, 19 in the Bowery when Steve Dixon calls for back-up because he's chasing a kid for a burglary when a bunch of other kids start throwing bottles at him.
- You sure about that? - Which part? DD-5 says 1976.
- What'd I say? - '77.
Same difference.
Anyway, I arrive on the scene and sure enough, there's Steve surrounded in the courtyard of this apartment building at 444 South Doyle.
- Uh Ahem.
- And - What? - It says 448 East Harvey.
The only thing that matters is that I saw Donald DeCarlo with a Saturday night special in his hand and the next thing you know, Dixon is dead.
That's all a jury needs to hear.
Detectives Baez and Reagan.
We're looking for Jerry Phillips.
My husband went for a walk.
- Do you know where to, ma'am? - No, he just likes to walk.
We called your place in Montana to ask you some questions and found out you were in New York.
Oh Uh, is there a problem? A lot of people visit New York.
Do you mind if we come in, Mrs.
Phillips? Oh, not at all.
Forgive the mess.
Housekeeping hasn't been by yet.
So how long have you and your husband been in town? Uh, three days.
It's a little overwhelming.
- You on vacation? - Yes.
Well, I mean, not exactly.
We came to lay roses where our daughter passed away last year.
But you haven't yet.
Every day we say, "Today, we'll go.
" Then Jerry says he's not ready.
Heh.
It's gotta be tough.
Does your husband hunt, ma'am? Why are you asking me this? Reagan.
I got something.
An indentation from the top page that's been ripped off.
- Did you write this, Mrs.
Phillips? - No, Jerry did.
- It's an address.
You think? - Only one way to find out.
- What's going on? - Sorry to take up your time.
- Have a nice day.
- Uh Be safe in the city.
Well, how many details did he get wrong? More than he got right.
He can review his notes before he takes the stand.
Dad, we're talking about Grandpa here.
A defense attorney starts hammering him about some inconsistency, Grandpa is gonna start hammering back and down goes the gavel.
Yeah, I know.
He's the only witness we've got.
There were ten other witnesses there.
And half of them did not see DeCarlo with a gun, the other half are either dead or unreachable.
Which is why I am thinking of a plea deal.
You don't want to plead out a cop killer.
No, I don't.
But it's better than nothing, and that's pretty much what I've got right now.
Look, Pop's been after this guy for 40 years and he handed it down to me, and I gave it to Joe and then to Danny.
- I can't let it go at a discount.
- You can't look at it that way, Dad.
Erin, I can't look at it any other way.
- All right, thanks.
- You find out who lives here? The porn director from that set we were on, - Jake Gayley.
- Jake Gayley? Shots fired! Come on.
Police! Coming in! Everybody okay? Don't move, you.
Get the mask off.
Come on! Now! Jerry Phillips? They killed my daughter.
Detectives, I don't know what you want me to say.
Okay, so you confess to killing Alana Robbins, - Jake Gayley and Curtis Fallows? - Yes.
For what they did to my daughter, they deserved it.
This department didn't think they even deserved to be arrested.
- This department? - You heard her.
All I heard was excuses why nothing could be proven, why none of them could be charged.
- There are such things as laws.
- There's also what's right.
So you decide to play God, is that what you did? "For if there is harm, you shall appoint as penalty life for life, eye for eye, tooth for tooth.
" Exodus 21:23.
"Do not take vengeance against evil, but wait for the Lord and he will avenge you.
" Proverbs 20:22.
- You ever had a child die? - Almost.
And a broken heart is no excuse for what the hell you did.
I came to you people for help and nothing happened.
I am not a smart man or a rich man, but I am a family man, and as such I did what's right.
- Really? - Yes, I did! Which we're about to receive from thy bounty through Christ our Lord.
- Amen.
- Amen.
Lot of opinions being thrown around talk radio about what to do with that DeCarlo guy.
Since when do you listen to talk radio? Since you haven't fixed the CD player in the car.
Talk radio is just that.
All talk.
- Is he the man you looked for forever? - Yep.
Then your grandpa took over and then your father.
- What did he do? - He shot and killed a cop, - that's what he did.
- Allegedly.
Listen.
Pop saw DeCarlo shoot Steve Dixon, and an eyewitness testimony from a fellow police officer goes a long way.
If that's what I really saw.
Look, I know I screwed up a lot of the details with Erin the other day.
It's almost 40 years.
I'm sure your original report reflects what happened, Pop.
I wish I was so sure.
Forty years is a long time.
Come on, Gramps.
You've been carrying this around half your life.
You're just gonna pull the thread on it now? No matter who remembers what, DeCarlo still has to pay.
But first we gotta build a case.
You know what you saw, Pop.
I didn't say I changed my mind.
- What are we doing here? - Seeing if you're right.
I'm not following.
I called the lady who thought there was another person in the car.
You did not.
Yeah, then I did some poking around Ted's life, saw what he might have been up to the day that Mia was hit, - and who he might've been with.
- Well, who was it? I'll talk to you guys later.
Carlos Santiago.
Yeah? Relax, you're not in trouble.
Yeah, in fact, uh, congratulations are in order.
Heard you had a great meeting with a recruiter from Vanderbilt - last Thursday.
- How'd you know that? We're cops, we find out stuff.
Hey, you know, I always wondered about those meetings.
What do they do? Like, get you into a fancy hotel suite, give your dad a few drinks, loosen him up, - and then they hit you with the pitch? - My dad doesn't drink.
Well, he was arrested for driving while intoxicated about an hour after your meeting.
I mean, I didn't see him have any drinks that day.
Yeah, you did.
That's why you drove home.
- Like a good son.
- No, I I took the bus home.
Yeah, you took the bus home after you accidentally hit Mia and your dad made you get out of the car.
To keep you from losing everything you've worked so hard to achieve.
Like a good dad.
Listen, Carlos, we can't force you to tell the truth.
In fact, you can walk away right now and all this goes away.
But how is it gonna feel playing without your dad cheering for you in the bleachers? All because you let him go to jail for a mistake that you made.
He was alone in that car.
So I am walking away.
What do you mean there's something hinky with our case? - Would you prefer "funky"? - We caught the killer, doc.
- No, you caught a killer.
- What? First and third victims, .
45-caliber bullet through the scrotum and torso.
- Right.
- Angle of entry indicates a shooter who's approximately 5-foot-10.
- That's what our guy is.
- Right.
Your second victim, however, killed using a different MO.
- His gun jammed, he improvised.
- Right.
Serrated hunting knife, single stab wound to the left chest.
What the hell is hinky about that? An attacker who's 5-foot-10 would angle more down into the victim's sternum.
The angle on Ms.
Robbins is more level, indicating an attacker who's no more than 5-foot-6.
- So a shorter man.
- Possibly.
But the depth of penetration is markedly less than typically associated with the upper body strength of a male.
- So a shorter woman.
- Son of a bitch.
- Couldn't be.
- Women hunt.
- Janice? - Who else could it be? Thanks, doc.
Come on, we gotta go.
Detective Miller, sir.
Thank you, Baker.
- Commissioner.
- As you were.
Have a seat.
Do you know why I detained your father - after the promotion ceremony? - Yes, sir, he told me about it.
Told you what, exactly? He said that there was an incident when he was a kid.
A cop that had been shot and killed, and that he might have been at the scene at the time.
- Might have been? - Yes, sir.
He said that it was almost He said he barely remembered it.
Well, after the shooting, he went into hiding and changed his name.
He left that part out.
Your father's real name is Donald DeCarlo.
My father was on the job and on the scene.
He thought then, and we think now, that DeCarlo was the shooter.
Sir, I swear I have no knowledge of any of this.
The district attorney's office believes that, uh, we do not have a solid case, as is.
Look, uh, I would never ask you to testify against your father.
Commissioner, I have no testimony against him.
But if you asked him - Sir? - Would he tell you the truth? - I don't know.
- Would you be willing to find out? - Ask my dad if he killed that cop? - Yes.
While wearing a wire? Yes.
As an N.
Y.
P.
D.
Detective trying to close a case on a murdered fellow officer.
Detective Miller, this is not an order.
I want you to know I am sincerely sorry for what I'm asking you to do.
I think I understand the burden, the sheer weight that I am putting on your shoulders, and I will understand if you don't do it.
In which case, this conversation never happened.
But I am asking.
Janice Phillips! When we served the search warrant, she said she was going back - to Montana right away.
- Maybe she had more hunting to do.
Not with a gun, we found all of Jerry's.
She's handy with a knife.
You can find those easy enough in the city.
- But who would she go after? - Cat Holloway would know.
She might even be on the list.
Come on, come on, come on.
Cinema Kitty Studios, leave a message.
- Nothing.
- No answer? No.
I'm driving.
You try her again.
Somebody there? Hello? Is there anybody there? Hello? It's your turn.
It's your turn.
- Let her go, Janice! - No.
No! - Let her go.
- Help.
- No.
- Let her go right now.
- Help.
- Cover.
No.
Aah! - Let her go.
Let her go.
- No.
She killed our daughter.
They all killed our daughter.
Detectives to Central, we need a bus at 182 West 20th Street.
Female's been stabbed at this location.
We had to make them pay for what they did to Josie.
All you did was make other families pay in the process.
You and Jerry can think about that while you're locked up for the rest of your lives.
Ugh.
Another day, another dollar.
How about Uptown Burger Palace? My treat.
- What for? - Believing me about Ted Santiago.
I just wish it worked.
Janko, Reagan.
You two really are something, aren't you? Gotta get the gold star, even if it means - stepping on another cop's back? - That's not what we were doing.
Then why the hell do I get a call from Ted Santiago yelling about cops harassing his son at school? Oh, you mean the son you never interviewed? You know what? Let's find out what your sergeant thinks about you going off the reservation.
I'm sure he'd like to hear about how you handled the case.
- Great.
- Great.
- Detective Buckley? - Here you go, a formal complaint.
Only complaint I have is about these two.
Go on, tell her.
My dad wasn't driving when that kid got hit.
I was.
What? Then I took the blame and tried to keep him out of trouble.
Bad enough when he got arrested the other day.
Then I find out what they really did? Nuh-uh.
Not in my house.
Baseball isn't half as important as doing the right thing.
- Smart lady.
- Yeah, she is.
Let's go up to the squad and get this all sorted out.
Thank you.
You still wanna go get that burger? Donald DeCarlo.
- What is it now? - We got you.
You got squat.
Confessing on tape.
I didn't go on any tape.
You didn't know you were going on tape, big difference.
Did you order him to do it? Yes, I did.
But you're the one who raised an N.
Y.
P.
D.
Detective.
What are you smiling at? I've waited 40 years to see the look on your face.
It was worth it.
Jimmy? Donald DeCarlo, you are under arrest for the murder of Police Officer Steven Dixon.
You have the right to remain silent and refuse to answer questions.
Anything you do say may be used against you in a court of law.
You have the right to consult an attorney and to have an attorney present during any questioning - now or in the future - And that's that.