Blue Bloods s08e04 Episode Script

1 (door opens) Honey, honey, wait, hold on a second.
Babe.
You forgot your coffee.
Ah.
Thank you.
You're welcome.
Have a good day.
- You, too.
- See you later.
(weapon cocks) (gunshots) (wheezing) Arthur? Arthur? Arthur? Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Arthur Arthur.
Help me, somebody! Oh, my God! Hold on.
Hold on.
Help me, someone! Okay, okay, let me in, Carol.
- Let me in.
- Help.
(speaks inaudibly) No! No, Arthur! No! Arthur, wake up! Wake up! Arthur! I'm with my neighbor (sirens wailing) Hey.
What do we got? So far we got nothing.
What do you mean, nothing? Not even shell casings? Nope.
Any physical evidence at all? Nada.
Nil.
(quietly): Oh, boy.
I know what you're thinking.
Well, if it walks like a duck and talks like a duck, it's probably a professional hit.
You think it's the Robert Cofey case? What else could it be? I mean, it's the best case we've had against a mobster in a decade.
It's a case that's gonna put Cofey away-- a career mobster.
And our star witness happens to be our fallen cop.
I'd say it's a good place to start.
You're probably right.
You speak to the wife? She say anything? Maybe he got a threat and told her about it.
She was taken to Bellevue hyperventilating.
Great.
What about neighbors? Neighbor mentioned Hines said something to him just before he passed.
What, like last word? More like one word.
What was it? Cofey.
Quack, quack.
(both sigh) (clattering) What is it? I thought I heard something.
Stay here.
Garrett, don't.
Stay here.
Huh? (clattering) Police! (siren whoops) (helicopter blades whirring) Hands up! Gun! Gun! He's got a gun! OFFICER: Don't move! Do not resist! (shouts) Hold still! Oh, my God! No! - Ma'am, ma'am! (indistinct shouting) No! (overlapping shouting) Cynthia! Get off her! (crying, screaming) Get off her! Cynthia! Blue Bloods 8x04 Out of the Blue How you doing? - How is she? - Out of the woods.
But rattled beyond belief, and for good reason, I might add.
Of course.
He stepped on my face with his boot.
Well, you did have a gun in your hand.
Because I thought someone was breaking into my house.
Hey, come on, let's get some coffee.
(sighs) Look, you got "swatted.
" Someone called 911, said you were holding Cynthia hostage, you had a gun, and you were threatening to kill her.
And they didn't verify? - Well, how? They thought you were the problem.
I don't care what they thought-- they had false information.
Well, I'm not excusing them.
Somebody could've gotten killed.
On a prank phone call? And they should have checked you out, but Look, it's a small department.
You can just call in a SWA team on an innocent man? And they actually go? What kind of a world is this? You know swatting is usually about revenge.
What are you saying? I'm just asking.
Anyone out there with an ax to grind? No.
- Okay.
You were separated recently.
That's your first guess? That I had an affair, and now I've got Glenn Close and boiled bunnies on my hands? I'm just asking questions.
And the answer is no.
Okay.
(sighs) You were not the only one separated.
Oh, wow, that's some bedside manner you've got there.
No, Cynthia does not have a jealous lover, either.
MAN: Boss? I got to go.
You take some time and take care of Cynthia.
I'll take care of this.
DANNY: I know there's never really a good time to do this sort of thing, so No, no.
It's okay.
I didn't know your husband well, but we had a lot of mutual friends, and to a man, they all said he was a cop's cop.
Around here he's known as the greatest dad and the finest husband.
I'm sure he was.
And, again, really sorry to have to No, no, it's fine, I I really want to help any way I can.
That's what he would have wanted me to do.
Good.
Um did you see what happened? No.
I was in the house.
But I heard the shots.
Can you think of anyone who would have wanted to hurt your husband? He was on the job for 20 years.
I mean, the list must have been long.
He never mentioned anyone to you who may have had an ax to grind with him? He kept me pretty much in the dark when it came to his job.
Do you know, when we were first married, I used to get pretty upset, so I do the same thing with my wife.
So, did your husband mention anyone making specific threats recently? Oh.
You know, um, he did say something, sort of.
Sort of how? Well, he's been working this really big case.
The, uh, Robert Cofey case? Right, and he didn't come out and say it, 'cause that's not what he did, but I knew there was something about this one that had him out of sorts.
Um, out of sorts how? He came home one night, and he was pretty pissed.
And I asked him what was wrong, and he said, "Nothing"" But I knew there was something that was nagging at him.
And he finally said that it was nothing to worry about, that there was some two-bit clown associate of Robert Cofey who was trying to spook him.
I tried to understand what he meant, but he just shook me off.
Did he describe the man to you? I'm afraid not.
(sighs) I thought it was you, and look at that! It is you.
Sorry? I said I thought it was you, and it is you.
I'm Jimmy Pearson.
You know, remember, Anthony's friend? Oh, yeah.
How are you doing? Good.
I'm doing good.
Doing real good.
Really good.
Really great.
Just excellent.
Good.
Good.
How you been? What? I was just wondering how you been? You ever seen a treadmill before, Jimmy? (chuckles): Yeah, is it is it that obvious? We're not really bumping into each other on accident, are we? I got a proposition.
And I've got an office with a staff-- so you have something to bring me, you bring it through the proper channels.
And by proper channels, I mean your friend Anthony.
Yeah, he told me to take a hike.
Then take a hike.
He's making a mistake.
This is a good piece of business.
For me or for you? For both.
(panting) Look, Jimmy, doesn't take a genius to see you're in trouble again.
Fair enough.
You know, I'm not I-I won't even deny that, okay? But, you know, something else is also true.
I have something that you want.
Is that right? Three times you tried to put the screws to Benny Tomassi, and three times you whiffed.
You're looking at the guy who can get you another at-bat.
You know Tomassi? Carlo, his son.
You had my attention.
Past tense.
Listen to me! Six months ago, Tomassi puts knucklehead Carlo in charge of the old man's stolen car ring.
Don't you get it? I'm handing you the Tomassis on a silver platter.
(sighs) How long were you partnered up with Arthur? Almost seven years.
Seven years.
You guys pretty close? Let's just say Arthur knew me a hell of a lot better than my wife ever did.
We're very sorry for your loss.
Not gonna catch me sitting here feeling sorry for myself.
Arthur would have kicked my ass if he saw me doing that.
Look, maybe you can help us with something.
Anything.
Arthur's wife said he had come home one night complaining that some guy had threatened him.
He did? - Yeah, he did.
That doesn't sound like Arthur.
He was a pretty tough customer.
Usually kept things like that to himself.
Or maybe he shared it with his partner.
So, he ever share anything like that with you? I don't know.
Anything we can do to help your memory? Look, you and I both know that if something like that did go down, Arthur should have put it on paper and reported it to Intel.
And if he told you, you should have filled one out, too.
Promise you won't get me jammed up? We're not here to jam anyone up.
We're here for the same thing, right? To nail the son of a bitch who killed your partner.
He told me that one night, after he left the precinct, some dude came up to him all incognito, told him to shut his mouth on Robert Cofey.
He give a description? Well, like I said, he was incognito, but Arthur had a gut read on the guy.
And? Said it was Cofey's right hand, Victor Lugo.
How many left? This is the penultimate one.
- The what? - The second to last.
Why didn't you just say "second to last"? Why don't you speak English? I'm gonna grab a coffee.
Do you want one? Uh, no.
Hey, wait a second.
What? Hines outside the precinct.
You got something? Let me check the picture from the Victor Lugo file.
That could definitely be him.
Same height, same build.
Think you better make that cup of Joe to go.
(sighs) Okay, yeah.
Uh-huh.
I'll talk to you soon.
Queen Sheba, you rang? Yeah.
What the hell are you doing here? I'm enjoying this delicious apple, kemosabe.
What the hell is going on? I'm putting Jimmy on the payroll as a confidential informant.
Yeah, well, have a lovely day.
Anthony, have a seat.
Anthony, sit down! An Anthony.
- What the hell's going on? - Yeah.
- D-Did he tell you I already said no to him? - Yes.
Then what is he doing here? - He's got a good case.
- Yeah? Well, whatever Jimmy's got is good for Jimmy and Jimmy alone.
End of story.
I don't get it.
You're the one that brought this guy into our world in the first place.
Yeah, well, that was different.
Why, because it was your idea? No.
Because it wasn't his idea.
Look, I've been trying to take Tomassi down for years.
This is an opening I can't turn down.
I put the drop on his son, I'm gonna be able to draw a straight line to the father.
This is Capone on tax evasion.
Yeah, that's if Jimmy can close.
I have mapped out a foolproof plan.
Nothing's foolproof with Jimmy.
You know the Midas touch? He's the opposite.
Everything he touches turns to crap.
Not with us at the helm.
No, with you at the helm.
I can't do this without you.
I'm sorry, but this is for your own good.
Don't make me make you do this.
I'm sorry, dollface, but that's exactly what you're gonna have to do.
Then consider it done.
(sighs) You can come out now, knucklehead.
You got what you wanted.
I promise, best behavior.
GORMLEY: There were no shell casings at the scene.
BAKER: No forensic evidence at all so far.
And Detective Reagan caught the case.
- No hooks? - No hooks.
Good.
Anything he wants.
And make sure we're taking good care of my officer's family.
Right, boss.
Frank.
- Garrett.
- Hey.
- There he is.
- Yeah.
-How you doing? - Okay.
- Good to see you, buddy.
- You, too.
I must have missed the memo about casual Wednesday.
I'm sorry.
I, uh, just swung by to pick up some paperwork.
So, you're not here? No.
Well, we could kind of use all hands on deck.
I'm sorry.
I didn't realize what you were carrying this morning.
Guys, could could we have the room? I'm sorry.
Uh, Cynthia-- it's just, she's not doing very well.
- I've-I've I've never seen her like this.
- Right.
Yeah.
Well, that would be normal.
She's had a traumatic event.
You know, sometimes just saying you have the right to be freaked out is half the battle.
Easier said than done.
Well, tell her I called the Bronxville PD.
You will be getting a letter of apology, and I assure you, you will not be getting swatted again.
I'm not sure that's gonna work, either.
I-I need to be with her.
How long are you gonna be out? I don't know.
Well, do what you got to do.
I'm sorry.
I-I just need time to see this through.
Garrett, I have a dead cop, and his killer's in the wind.
Would you ask Sid and Abigail back in, please? Right.
(sighs) (door opens) (door closes) - You're sure Carlo's gonna be there today? - Every day.
And he'll handle the exchange himself? He knows.
I only deal with Carlo.
I bring the car in, he gives it the once-over, and then we're done.
Okay, you need to mention the money, and you need to make sure you mention where you stole the car from.
- I got it.
- Okay, you need to get it on the wire.
The longer, the better, the stronger the case is.
Jimmy's got you covered, all right? I can flap them gums with the best of 'em.
Where's the ride? It's coming.
You got me a 911? I didn't get you anything.
The second we make the arrest, that's going back on the flatbed.
I got it.
I got it.
You need a hand there, Ant? Let me give you Get the hell away from me! JIMMY: Whoa.
Easy, big boy.
You're gonna kill the shocks on that thing and blow this whole deal.
You want to blow the deal? I'll put your head right through the windshield.
Come on, come on, come on.
Knock it off.
Does he know what he's got to do? He knows.
I told him.
Yeah, I know.
I got it up here, Ant.
Don't worry about it.
All right? Now if you don't mind (engine starts) (tires squealing) Oh.
(tires squealing) Hey, watch it! (car horn honking) (indistinct chatter) Victor Lugo.
Detective Reagan, partner Detective Baez.
You two lost? Doughnut shop's across the street.
(laughter) DANNY: That's funny.
You think of that all by yourself? Just busting chops, defectives.
"Defectives.
" Yeah, that's another good one.
Never heard that before.
What do you want? Came down to escort you to the squad room.
(chuckles) Now, that's funny.
Well, we just got a few questions.
Won't take but a minute.
Tell you what, why don't you call my assistant, Ben Dover, and make an appointment? "Ben Dover.
" That's good.
Ben.
Ben Dover.
Yeah, you're just chock-full of jokes, aren't you? Okay, have it your way.
We'll just talk to you here in front of all your friends.
I'm sure they'll like that.
Where were you the morning of October 10? Why don't you ask your wife? (coughs) You ever disrespect my wife again, that blade'll go through your throat like a stick of butter-- you got it? (straining): You psycho.
(coughing) Ah You're psycho.
Yeah, a psycho who's gonna lock you up in a box for life for killing a cop.
Whoa, I didn't kill no cop.
Well, we think you did.
Sit down! You're fishing.
Trying to get me to take chump bait, but I ain't no dummy.
And we ain't no fishermen.
We got video of you threatening Detective Hines outside his precinct.
I'm not saying another word without my lawyer.
(chuckling) - What's so funny? - Well, I thought you said you weren't a dummy, but you just told us everything we needed to hear.
Now, call your lawyer, tough guy.
(sighs) Is there any chance you can give me an actual usable image off this? Um pretty damn close.
Close enough so I could use it with the facial recognition software, maybe? Can't make any promises, but this is a pretty decent image, so only time will tell.
How much time? It's not math, it's art.
Art.
Okay.
Reagan.
- Hey, what's up? Lugo is here.
Came in on his own? Great.
Just throw him in the box, I'll be right there.
Not on his own.
What do you mean, "not on his own"? Hey, don't tell me he brought some jackass lawyer with him.
(clears throat) Detective Reagan.
Herbert Talbott, attorney for Mr.
Lugo.
You have a minute? Right this way.
What can we help you with? Signed affidavits from various witnesses who swear under oath that you physically assaulted my client.
You got to be kidding me.
And finally, a medical report from two separate doctors highlighting just how close you came to severing my client's carotid artery as a result of the incident.
You think this is supposed to scare us off? Our intention is to educate, not intimidate, Detective.
Educate? Educate.
Subsequent to this meeting, my client will be filing a formal complaint with the department.
Hopefully, this incident will serve to inspire the NYPD to better train its personnel.
Yeah.
This is a bunch of trumped up garbage, okay? Your client barely got a nick.
In fact, he probably did that shaving this morning.
TALBOTT: And I quote: "Another two centimeters "and the patient would most certainly have died as a result of this laceration.
" (sighs) Let's go.
Look, the best you can hope for is I get modified for a week.
Which doesn't change the fact that I got video of your client threatening Detective Hines, which is gonna put him away for the rest of his life.
Ah, I'm glad you brought that up.
I almost forgot.
My client was at the Elastic Gym at the time of Detective Hines' unfortunate passing.
Right.
Time-stamped 7:11 a.
m.
Have a nice day, Detectives.
Later, defective.
(music playing loudly) Hey, moron.
(music continues playing loudly) What the hell do you think you're doing? Can you believe this ride? Turn it down, idiot.
You think I want you drawing attention over here? Right, you're right.
Sorry.
(music stops) It's sick, right? Three-year-old 911.
Fully loaded.
It's not bad.
Not bad? This thing is mint.
How hot is it? Cool as a cucumber.
I clipped it from JFK.
Can you believe some numb-nuts left this beautiful baby in long-term parking? I'll give you 20.
What are you, back on the pipe? This is a $100,000 car.
That sticks out like a sore thumb.
Not a penny under 40.
30.
Final offer.
Have it your way.
I'll let your old man know that you don't know a deal when you see one.
How do you think Benny Tomassi's gonna feel about that? (engine starts) (tires screeching) Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Whoa, whoa.
MAN: What are you doing?! Okay, fine.
See, now you're acting like a gentleman.
(sirens wailing) Let me see your hands! (overlapping shouting) Police! Get your hands up! Hands on the ground! - You have the right to remain silent.
- See those hands.
Art class is over.
I don't think so.
I got good news.
Pack it up, Picasso.
He ain't the guy.
So this is not his tattoo? Tattoo? Mm-hmm.
Show me what you got.
You got to get closer.
Uh Any tighter than that and it'll distort May I? That is a work of art.
Tell Baez I'll be back.
I'm man enough to admit it when I'm wrong.
Jimmy did a good job.
A real good job.
The way he said Benny Tomassi's name on the wire.
No doubt.
Slam dunk.
See? Aren't you glad I twisted your arm? Erin knows best.
CAMERON: There you are.
This is Dale Quinn, attorney for Carlo Tomassi.
Well, good afternoon, Mr.
Quinn.
I'm sorry you're having a crappy day.
On the contrary.
Nothing puts a bounce in my step like a victory over the state.
Victory? Are you familiar with a young woman named Grace Allesi? Get to the point, Mr.
Quinn.
Grace Allesi is Carlo Tomassi's girlfriend.
Well, I hope their romance can survive his incarceration.
I'm afraid there won't be any incarceration.
You see, Grace used to be Jimmy Pearson's girlfriend.
Damn it.
I don't get it.
So what? He's going to make the argument that my prosecution is driven by personal bias against his client.
What? It's got nothing to do with you.
It's got to do with Jimmy.
And the same Jimmy Pearson, who, as a paid confidential informant, is viewed by the court as an employee of this office.
I can still beat you in court.
Who are you kidding? After I leak it to the press, you won't get this case within a hundred feet of a courtroom.
I'll give you 24 hours to release Carlo before it all goes online.
Don't say it.
Not a word.
Not a word.
(sighs) (door opens) He's here.
Okay.
How is he? Don't ask.
- Baker made it sound like you wanted me ASAP.
All good.
All good.
How's Cynthia? Still a little fragile.
I won't bore you with the details.
If you think you are owed an apology, I'm sorry.
I never thought "owed.
" Well, whatever.
There it is.
Take it or leave it.
You do remember what we do here-- a hundred things at once, many of them life or death? Please don't patronize me.
Then, please don't make me.
You know, there was a small part of me that thought you might actually be understanding about this.
I should have known.
I understand, I do.
I just have limited ways and means to express it.
I wasn't issued a set of brass balls at the police academy like the rest of you.
Police academy? Let's be honest, Frank, I'm a civilian.
Well, who works alongside the best cops in the world.
Not the same thing.
I thought this was about Cynthia.
This is about both of us.
This happened to both of us! Stop! Please.
Sit down, my friend.
Okay, the guy who did this went through several routers and multiple firewalls.
So, knew how to hide.
Yeah, exactly, so let me ask you-- who did this? - Who swatted me? I have no idea.
- I think you do.
And I'm telling you I don't.
- I think you're shortchanging yourself.
- What? Just push all the anxiety and the fear and the guilt out the door.
Push me out the door.
Empty the room.
I'm telling you Just shut up a minute.
Who's left in the room? No one.
Who did it, Garrett? I don't know.
Who's in the room? There! That.
What was that? What was what? You caught a glimpse.
- It was nothing.
- You caught a glimpse.
Of who? This is nuts.
Just say the name.
Is this some kind of card trick? Just say it.
Don't overcomplicate it, just let it out.
Adam Cassir.
Yes! Who's Adam Cassir? It's not possible.
Who is he? A 16-year-old blind boy.
Oh.
Hey, Detective Ogden.
Hey, Reagan.
How's it going? Well to be quite honest with you, it's not going so good.
Lugo, it turns out, has a rock-solid alibi.
- He does? - Yeah.
His lawyer came by the squad, showed me all these photos of him working out at the gym at the exact same time of the murder.
Well, maybe the shooter was one of Lugo's goons.
Yeah, maybe, but it was Lugo who threatened Hines, right? Hines told you that personally, right? 100%.
Okay, good.
That's good.
That's, uh, that's very helpful.
- It's just, um - What is it? (chuckles): Well, yeah, it's just something's not adding up.
- What? - Well, you see, we got the surveillance footage, like you said, then we found in the footage the meeting between Lugo and Hines outside the precinct.
So what's the problem? Well, the problem is that it's, uh, it's not Lugo on the video.
I mean, Hines said that the guy was all incognito.
Yeah, well, that's because the guy on the video has a tattoo.
What kind of tattoo? Um, you know, it's not important, actually, um Anyway, thanks for your help.
Okay.
Actually, it's a tattoo that looks just like that one.
You want to tell me what the hell's going on, Detective? Come have a drink.
Ralph, a 7 and 7, please.
And a bunch of beers for my friends over here! My friends! (cheering) All my friends.
(laughs) Oh! - Having a good night, Jimmy? - Yeah, yeah.
I'm having a good time.
Anthony, this is my friend, Kira.
- This is this is, uh, Anthony.
- Hi.
He's a good guy to know.
I'm gonna go to the bathroom.
I'll be right back.
Don't go anywhere.
Now, Jimmy, time to have that man-to-man talk I've been promising you.
Reagan, how did you know he had that tattoo? I clocked it the first time we talked to him.
It's a Marine Corps tat.
He say anything when you brought him in that could help us? No.
As soon as I mentioned the tat, he dummied up and he lawyered up.
You really think he's working for Robert Cofey? He set his own partner up? I don't know.
We got to find out where he was at the time Hines was shot.
His lawyer said not to say a word to us.
Yeah, but we already know he was off duty, right? So let's just stay on that path and eliminate the possibilities.
How, if he won't talk? His phone records will talk, right? So let's get his phone records, see who he called around the time of the shooting.
And if he did the hit Maybe he calls Cofey right after to say it's done.
Exactly.
(knocking) (clears throat) Detectives.
We're sorry to bother you again.
Do you do you have a minute? Of course.
Come in.
Yeah, um, something came up, and we were wondering if you would, uh, be able to help us out with it.
Sure.
What is it? (clears throat) We think your husband's partner, Patrick Ogden, had something to do with your husband's murder.
Oh, my God.
You can't be serious.
Did your husband ever mention any uneasiness about Ogden? Uh, not that I know of.
I mean, you know, they were partners, so sometimes they would fight like an old married couple.
But, um, it was never anything serious or real.
Did you get along with Ogden, Mrs.
Hines? I mean, any conflict between the two of you? (chuckles) Where are you going with this? What you getting at? We canvassed the neighborhood.
We spoke to one of your neighbors who said she saw you go out and give your husband his cup of coffee before leaving for work.
I liked to take care of him.
Is that something you do every morning? Well, not every morning but often enough.
Hmm.
That's funny, because your neighbor told us that that's the first time she ever saw you do it.
What does that got to do with anything? Well, we actually have a theory.
You see, your husband walked out the door that morning with his briefcase in his left hand, which meant his right hand, his shooting hand, was free.
Until you put a cup of coffee in that hand.
(chuckles) So when the shooter came out of the bushes, your husband was unable to go for his gun to protect himself.
Okay, this is ridiculous.
I do not need to listen to this anymore.
You need to get out of my house.
Do you want to know what your husband's last word was? "Coffee.
" Which we thought was his way of telling us that it was Robert Cofey who'd set him up.
That is, until we realized that it was actually you who'd set him up.
No.
Okay, I don't need to listen to any of this, okay? You need to leave my house right now.
- We're not going anywhere.
Phone records show hundreds of calls between you and Mrs.
Hines over the last year.
Were the two of you having an affair? Yes.
We were.
DANNY: And is it true that you and Mrs.
Hines plotted the murder of her husband? (sighs) Yes.
No.
He's lying.
- Okay - That's not true! He's lying.
Yeah, well, we think you're a cop killer, and we're gonna take you down to the squad room with us.
No, you don't understand.
I'm a detective's wife.
- Do you understand? He's lying.
- That's great.
So you won't have any problems coming down to the squad.
Come on.
- He's lying.
ERIN: Okay, got it.
(sighs) Uh, where have you been all morning? I've been trying to get in touch with you.
I had to take care of something.
You had to take care of something? No.
This is what we had to take care of.
In less than an hour, we have to cut Carlo loose.
That's what I was taking care of.
You already let him go? Even without talking to me first? Relax, would you? I didn't let anybody go.
And we ain't gonna do nothin'.
Okay, this is where we get into trouble with your double negatives.
I literally have no idea if we're gonna do something or we're not gonna do anything.
We are not gonna do nothin'.
Yeah.
Not helping.
Listen to me, we are not gonna let Carlo go and we're not gonna drop the charges.
We have to.
You heard his lawyer.
We have no case if it looks like I tried to prosecute the case with a personal bias to helping Jimmy.
Right, but we didn't do it.
It doesn't matter that I know that or that you know that.
What matters is how his lawyer makes it appear.
Well, he can't make it appear that we helped Jimmy if Jimmy is locked up, too.
But Jimmy didn't get locked up.
Sure, he did.
First thing this morning.
What? Jimmy confessed this morning to stealing multiple cars and fencing them to Carlo over the last six months.
Which makes him a codefendant.
What? True story.
Why the hell would he do that? You know, my dear, there are some things that you don't want to know about.
Believe me, this is one of them things.
Now, you hungry? I'm starving.
Let's get some pizza.
Pizza? It's 10:00 in the morning.
Then how 'bout some meatballs? Come on.
(sighs) Wait up.
ADAM (over video): So I'm good to go.
All a sudden, this Garrett Moore, this clown, he goes, "Sorry, kid, we're not doing Commissioner for a Day this year.
" This is just after Linda's death.
Yeah.
And I'm like, "Yeah, right.
" Like it's got nothing to do with me being blind? Give me a break.
DETECTIVE: So you decided to get back at him.
Blindside him.
With the SWAT.
Clearly, the kid's got troubles Commissioner a Day wasn't gonna fix.
- Exactly.
- Any regrets? - About the kid? - Yeah.
- No.
- Well, the way he took it, that he got blackballed because he was blind? Never entered my mind.
If anything, I thought it was a huge plus having a blind kid take the honor.
It just wasn't the right time.
Well, you were protecting me.
I didn't have much in the tank at the time.
Just doing my job.
Yeah.
And you're back at it? Your job here? Yes.
Ah.
As it turns out, my being around all the time was only adding to Cynthia's troubles, not subtracting from.
Ah.
(laughs softly) Congratulations on your first collar, Deputy Commissioner.
Hey, you gave us the name.
Maybe you're a better cop than you give yourself credit for.
Thank you.
Back to work, Sherlock.
Yes, boss.
JACK: Holy guacamole.
Could that have gone on any longer? Yeah, talk about patience of a saint.
HENRY: Come on.
An hour a week in God's house? I think you can spare that.
I don't think he's talking about the mass.
I'm pretty sure he meant the homily.
Ramble much, padre? All right.
Respect.
Yeah, keep it down.
We're having a very serious meal down here.
All right.
Relax, okay? Danny's fine.
Let's not worry about Danny.
No one's worrying about Danny.
Except when you refer to yourself in the third person.
Me, myself and I are doing just fine, thank you.
It's just that we acknowledge that, uh, you got a lot on your plate is all.
That's not it.
It's about his case.
That's what's bugging him.
And what makes you say that? Not judging.
I'm just saying, 'cause you missed it.
I missed what? What-what did I-- what'd I miss? Forget it.
Nothing.
Forget what, Jamie? I'm just saying, you're mad at yourself because it got past you.
It being the wife.
It's not the first time something got past me.
So? No, but you didn't think she would have if If what? If what? Nothing, Danny, really.
Forget it.
- Well, it's something.
Why don't you finish what you started here? My bad.
Okay? I'm seeing something that wasn't there.
Well, we don't bite our tongues here, Jamie.
Whatever it is you want to say, just feel free to say it.
Just struck me as funny.
That's it.
"Funny," like ha, ha? Like I'm a clown? Like I amuse you? I'm kidding.
See? Danny's fine.
Pass the potatoes.