Blue Bloods s08e22 Episode Script
My Aim Is True
1 DANNY: It's not like I lack for partners.
(wind whistling) Baez is a godsend.
The boys are growing into the role.
My family-- they always got my back.
They're Reagans.
It's how we're raised.
(sighs) Keep trying to remind myself I'm rich with partners, but you're the only one that really matters.
Putting on a real brave face out here, but between me and you I'm having a really hard time, babe.
I miss you.
(car door opens, squeaks) - Hey, Danny? - Yup.
- Time.
- Okay.
(sighs) Love you.
Love you most.
And while there's always room for improvement, obviously, we're very pleased with the results, as are the communities we've been focusing these programs on.
REPORTERS: Commissioner Reagan? Helen? Commissioner, can you comment on the five-million-dollar settlements awarded to the so-called "Prospect Park Six"? Well, those young men spent nine years in prison for a crime they didn't commit.
I don't know how you put a price on nine years of a life.
If they're satisfied, I am.
Do you feel a personal responsibility? For those of you who were not covering this office when the crime occurred, Helen is referring to the fact that a gang rape took place the night after Commissioner Reagan was sworn in.
But have you reached out personally to the six young men? Helen, we've released statements at every juncture in this case, leading Yes, but the commissioner's own perspective was not addressed in those statements.
Yes.
It happened on my watch, Helen.
There was a lot of solid evidence that could only be dismissed with the hindsight of a confession years later from the real perpetrator.
And no, I have not reached out personally to those men, because honestly, I can't imagine what I could say that would mean anything, and I still don't.
GARRETT: That's all.
Thank you.
Good day.
(camera shutters clicking, indistinct chatter) So you could hear him, but you couldn't see him? Uh, he he pulled up to the curb and asked which one of us was Ida Dooley.
I-I couldn't see him.
He was a little ahead of us.
Did he have an accent? - No.
He sounded white.
Young? Old? Just white and a man.
So Ida walked over to the car, and then, blam, he shot her in the head.
Okay.
Do you remember what kind of car it was? Black sedan.
Black or dark gray.
Not the kind that you take to the airport.
No? Which kind, then? Foreign.
Uh-huh.
- Like the kind you rent at the airport, maybe.
I don't suppose you got the license plate number? Are you kidding? Ida just had her head blown off.
Who'd notice anything else? Okay.
Look, we'd like to interview you both again, so as soon as you feel up to it, things settle down, would you give us a call? We'd be happy to come to you if that makes things easier.
I don't know when that'll be.
Whenever you're up for it, okay? Thank you.
Who puts a hit out on an old lady named Ida? I don't have a clue.
This is a first.
Life's rich pageant.
All right, stand back! Hey, are you okay? Yeah, but it's stuck.
All right, all right.
Hold on.
(metallic creaking) Hey.
(metallic creaking) (groaning) - Take it easy.
Take it easy.
(groans) Thank you, officers.
Yeah.
Hey.
Whoa! Hey.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Did not see that coming.
You got a driver's license? I'm working on it.
Where'd you steal the Beamer from? It's not stolen.
Officer Janko, do me a favor.
Call in these plates? Central, 12-David It's not stolen.
I swear, it's my brother's.
- Yeah, right.
- He let me borrow it.
All right, hands behind your back.
- Let's go.
How old are you anyway? - 15.
15? Well, that's way too much car for a 15-year-old, but I guess you know that now, huh? - Wha-What's your name? - Luis Escobar.
What's your brother's name? - Manuel.
- Plates came back 17 registered to a Manuel Escobar.
He's telling the truth? First time for everything.
So I can go? Yes, you can go back to the precinct soon as the tow truck gets here.
What for!? - Hey.
- Driving without a license, criminal mischief, just for appetizers.
Let's go.
These cuffs hurt! Yeah, well, they're new.
They'll break in.
All right, everybody step back.
ERIN: Any weekend plans? Uh, happily, yes.
(laughs) Oh, that sounds intriguing.
Promise not to tell anybody? Okay.
Promise not to laugh? Yeah.
That, too.
I'm going to Mohonk Mountain House.
- Okay.
- With my ex-husband.
Oh.
So, did he ask you, or you ask him? We kind of negotiated it.
One room? Yes.
Okay.
Do you think I'm crazy? No, actually.
You promise not to tell? - Sure.
- And not to laugh? (silenced gunshot) - (groans) Oh, my Go Oh.
(gasping) (screaming) Somebody call 911! Monica.
Someone help me! Blue Bloods 8x22 My Aim Is True (phone ringing) MAN: I'm gonna kill you, Luis! You arrest him for driving his own brother's own car? (indistinct, overlapping shouting) He's not a criminal! He's a baby! Everyone just calm down! All right? We brought you down here to release Luis into your custody as a juvenile delinquent.
Don't call him that.
JAMIE: He'll have to appear in family court in the next couple days.
What court? Family court.
Can they put him in prison in family court? He's not going to prison, but there are some charges.
He is not going into the system.
You cannot do this to us again.
You can't! - What do you mean "again"? - You have taken enough from my family! Mama, it's okay.
It's okay.
Let me.
I spent nine years in prison for a crime I didn't commit.
You were one of the Prospect Park Six? Yeah.
I'm sorry.
Just let us take my brother out of here, please? Please? There's just some paperwork you got to sign.
- We're gonna need a lawyer.
- It's just the release for your brother and the family court appearance ticket.
You don't need a lawyer for this part, I promise.
One thing I learned the hard way? You're in a police station, you sure as hell need a lawyer.
And cops' promises don't mean nothin'.
Let's have a seat.
(liquid pouring) I got a favor to ask you.
I'd ask my sister, but she's in no shape.
Shoot.
Kid borrowed his brother's Beamer, cracked it up.
- Anybody hurt? - No, just the Beamer.
Charges? Enough to get him sent to juvenile detention, he draws the wrong judge.
- He a friend of yours? - No, but brother who owns the car, Manuel Escobar-- one of the Prospect Park Six.
That family's got a break coming.
Five million bucks-- I'd call that a break.
I mean, a break from the cops and the justice system.
I think they're owed it.
I'll tell you what.
I'll talk to some people at the city law department, okay? Thanks, Anthony.
Erin, can you just set aside who it is for one moment? I can't.
You have to, Erin.
But I can't.
Look, a gun goes off, and what happens? Instinct takes over.
Your brain automatically tells your eyes to look where the shot came - But I didn't.
I looked right at the horror.
I've never seen someone executed in front of me, Danny.
- Okay, but - Just, just stop! Uncle Danny? Maybe in the morning.
Okay, I'm sorry, all right? It's my job.
I can't help it.
Maybe do your other job, Danny? (quietly): Hey, I'm sorry.
(sniffles) BAKER: The victim was a 16-year-old female walking the three blocks from band practice at her school to her building on the 300 block of East 108.
Nine millimeter shell casing was recovered at the scene.
- 16? - Yeah.
GORMLEY: CSU recover anything else? The city hall, Forest Hills, Stuy Town murders-- we didn't recover casings from those scenes, and they're running this latest one now.
Witnesses? An Uber driver on the block and a super in an adjacent building.
Both confirm a dark sedan with out-of-state plates.
There are 49 other states.
Did they say? One thought Jersey, the other thought Pennsylvania.
They're not murders.
They're assassinations.
Tomato, tomahto.
No, big difference in connecting pattern to motive.
What's your gut say, boss? Well, that's just it.
It doesn't make any sense, what my gut is saying, but it's a loud, clear voice I've heard all my life.
And what is it saying? Just for this room? - Copy.
- Copy.
- Of course.
That the assassinations are tied to the Prospect Park Six.
Their release, their reward.
Their innocence? Ah, I can't reconcile it, but it won't shut up.
And you can't pursue it, either.
There'd be torches and pitchforks at the gates, and rightfully so.
But it makes sense.
It does? Yes, in the sense that, look, you're carrying guilt around about the nine years that those kids lost.
Well, regrets.
Okay, and what you call "regret" would have any of us unable to get up off the floor.
It makes sense that you would want a box to put that in, a way to salvage something for our side out of this debacle.
That's probably all this is.
(sighs) Mr.
Dooley, we're very sorry for what happened to your mom.
But if her killer's still out on the street, then we'd like to catch the guy.
Yeah, I understand.
Have there been any threats to your mom lately? Look, I get it-- but no.
Okay? She was a classic little old lady.
She wouldn't hurt a fly, okay? Uh-huh.
And how about you? What, threats? Yeah, pretty much every day.
Corrections captain at Yorkville Prison.
Okay.
So anything pop into your head when you heard the bad news? That I'd love to catch this scumbag myself.
Yeah, like, any particular scumbag you had in mind? There was one skel, Randall Meems.
He's a vicious little twerp.
Got his charges dropped, and he walked the week before last.
He said something to me along the lines of, uh, "I owe you big time.
" And not like, "I owe you a solid"? - No.
- Okay.
- Because? - I had him on my block for almost a year while he was awaiting trial.
He needed a lot of corrections.
A lot.
And you supervised that personally, did you? Like I said, I'm a captain.
Yeah.
I bet you run a very tight ship.
You cops deal with these scumbags for what, maybe a couple of hours? We get them for months, even years.
(long sigh) Yeah, that's exactly right.
I know where Randall Meems is, and I'm not telling you.
We clear on that? Oh, we got you violating your parole ten ways till Tuesday, and won't hesitate to notify your PO.
We clear on that? Do you love Randall, Brandi? (scoffs softly) What the hell kind of question is that? Pretty simple one.
What does love have to do with anything? I'm getting a coffee.
- Anyone? - I'm good.
Yeah.
Black.
Two sugars.
(door closes) You do realize we simply want to ask Randall a few questions is all.
- Good luck with that.
- Do you really want to go back to the joint for violating just so's Randall doesn't have to answer a few simple questions? He lost a year of his life at Yorkville waiting for trial.
Did you know that? - I heard something.
- Yeah, it all started when some NYPD dick started asking questions.
He didn't like Randall's answers.
Do you know that? I know the charges were dropped.
Yeah, 'cause they didn't have a case.
Took 'em a year to figure that out.
One last time.
Where is he? One last time, I ain't saying.
I called in to the ME's office.
Randall Meems died of an overdose nine days ago.
So where he is, is six feet under.
Not our guy.
A uniform is on his way to escort you out.
You're free to go.
(door closes) Okay, a million for the apartment, a hundred fifty grand for the turbo.
Turbo S Cabriolet, all the trimmings, special order green paint-- so more like 230.
Okay, so you're at 1.
2 out of five.
A million for savings, a million for charity.
- What charity? - Charities.
Cancer research, food bank, those beagles they do makeup experiments on-- I'm saving all of them.
All right, that still only puts you at 3.
2.
You got to spend five.
I'll get you a new leather jacket.
That one you got is starting to smell like whatever animal it came off of.
- It does not.
Trust me.
Okay, say $500 for the jacket-- you're still way short.
1C.
BLANCA: Who's there? Officers Reagan and Janko.
Hi, Mrs.
Escobar.
Why are there cops at my door? It's a public service, Mrs.
Escobar.
My partner and I were in the neighborhood, and we just wanted to make sure that Luis is ready for his family court appointment.
And what business is that of yours? - It was his idea.
- And I don't want to hear from you, either, Blondie.
Fine.
3:30, be there or be square.
Ma, where's my tie? The hook in your brother's closet.
What are you really doing here? What he said.
Oh.
Making sure Luis makes his court date.
Yes, ma'am.
You must think I'm stupid.
So unless you have a warrant stay away from my door.
Why are you eating standing up? New diet: you eat one meal a day standing up, calories don't get to settle in, voilà , you lose three pounds a week.
Is there any science behind that? I didn't ask.
You know, this is too wide a field we're searching.
(sighs): Yeah.
- Monica put away mobsters, drug lords, guns for hire.
I mean, the whole Santa's list of dangerous enemies to have.
Right.
So what haystack is the needle in? If I were to pick, I'd start with the security logs from this building, uh, the video from 100 and 111 Centre Street courthouses, say, going back a month, and see if there's something we could call a dry run.
Okay.
Five bucks says he's gone.
Deal.
Still? Yeah.
Let's.
(knocking) Come in.
My time's not my own, so We just got to talkin' About the fact that you're holed up with the case files.
- My dime, my time.
- Well, we were talking about maybe you'd like to share your thinking with the three of us.
Two of us have held the rank of detective.
And Garrett could take notes.
Nothing for me to share yet.
- Nothing? Nothing that ties the murders to each other, much less to my gut.
Well, maybe that should tell you something.
- Like what? - Well, like maybe your hunch is based on playing defense, not offense.
(sighs) Go on.
Boss, it's natural for a cop, he finds out his collar was innocent of what he collared him for, he goes: Well, maybe he didn't do this one, but he's sure as hell guilty of something.
We've all been there.
Cops, that is.
I get it.
- This isn't that.
- You just said yourself there's no evidence backing this hunch up.
Actually, I said "yet.
" Okay, but - And this is not the Caine, and I am not Captain Queeg, so please do not tiptoe around me.
- We're not.
We're just concerned - Maybe in a week, if I am rattling ball bearings and mumbling about strawberries, then be concerned.
Right now, leave me be.
Yes, sir.
And know this-- the last thing I want is for any of these young men to be put through another ringer.
The last thing.
- Pop? - In here, Francis.
(door closes) (sighs) Well, well, well.
My idea.
How you doing? About how you'd think.
How much do you know? Just what Gramps told us.
That you are wrestling with a hunch.
Based on nothing.
Not nothing.
- No.
- Hmm.
Come on, it's just us, Dad-- out with it.
Well, one of the Six, Duwann Wilson, lost his mom to cancer while he was in prison.
But he insisted that she died of a broken heart.
And then the warden wouldn't let him go to her funeral.
Okay, well, that's harsh stuff, but it doesn't exactly add up to this guy going on a killing spree.
And five million heals a lot of hurt feelings.
Yeah, but after that he starting acting up, getting violent, promising payback to everyone who had a hand in putting him away.
Well, I'd go ballistic, too, if I were him.
Yeah, but stay with me, 'cause this is the leap.
What if you had eight more years for this to fester? What if you got it in your head to seek revenge in kind? Might you, instead go after someone nearest and dearest to the person who wronged you, so that they would be left to suffer that loss for the rest of their days? To suffer a fate worse than death.
Like that, yeah.
That's a lot of what-ifs.
And nothing to tie him to the murders, I know, and maybe just the mind games of a rusty old detective with a guilty conscience.
I know that, too.
And if you're in the ballpark one of us would be on that list, too.
If I'm in the ballpark.
ERIN: Maybe the bullet for Monica was meant for me.
Pretty easy to tell you two apart, though.
(phones chiming) Especially at close range.
(phone chimes) We got an officer shot.
Line of duty? No, off.
Apparently, walking her dog.
They were in Yorkville for 11 months awaiting trial.
I've wrangled thousands of scumbags in my 15 years.
Do you think I remember every one of them? Well, you remembered Randall Meems pretty good.
It was a pretty famous case.
A young schoolteacher was gang-raped and left for dead.
- Okay.
So? - So did you have any of them on your cell block? Again, that was ten years and thousands of Come on, it was all over the news for months-- you had one, you bragged on it.
All right, s-so what if I did? So if you did, were there a lot of "corrections" involved? Meaning, did you get medieval on any of them? What, are you trying to get me jammed up? No, I'm not trying to get you jammed up.
I'm trying to find the killer-- your ma's killer, and four other people.
One scumbag did 'em all? That's what we're trying to figure out.
And if you keep holding out on us, you're gonna find out what "jammed up" really means.
Now, did you know 'em or not? All right.
Yeah, one.
Which one? The one whose name sounds like, uh, the NBA player.
Duwann Wilson? That one, yeah.
Tall.
Real scumbag.
You think he'd remember you? And how awful you treated him? (clears throat) Samson, thank you for coming down.
We're so sorry for your loss.
Thank you.
It was our loss, too.
I just want you to know she admired you.
Both of you.
Please.
Any other day, it would be just as devastating, but we were about to start over.
Start a new chapter in life.
I know.
We talked about it just just that day, actually.
Yeah.
So cruel.
Well, let's, uh, let's get down to business.
What can I help you with? Well, I-I know this is a long shot, but did you have any involvement in the prosecution of the so-called Prospect Park Six? Involvement? (chuckles) Erin, I-I led the prosecution.
ABETEMARCO: What did we miss? There's nothing in the trial records about you.
Well, that's because two days before trial was set to begin, I was ordered to undergo a triple bypass.
There was no thought of adjourning, so my second seat took over.
And they just erased you from the records? Glory hogging doesn't happen in this building? What does this have to do with? Who did you offer to plead down if they flipped on one of the others? Five of the six.
Against who? Hmm, a made-up name.
Dontrell or Dashonte Duwann Wilson? That's it.
And what did you see that you thought the others might flip on him? Alpha dog.
Intimidating.
You know how they stick out.
The kind a cop says, "He's guilty of something.
" And did they flip? No.
'Cause they were all innocent, as it turns out.
So, again, what's this all about? (exhales) Officers Reagan and Janko.
What this time? Just want to check up on your family court outcome.
They agreed to adjust his case.
Luis just has to stay out of trouble.
We thought maybe you'd want to thank us.
We're a long way from even.
Moving out.
Manuel bought a house in Yonkers.
Nine rooms.
Well, good luck to you.
Uh, Manuel.
Say "he"" to Duwann for me, you talk to him.
- He don't talk to Duwann.
- You know Duwann? Yeah, I used to coach him in police league hoops.
Yeah.
Yeah, he could play.
Yeah, he sure could.
- He don't talk to Duwann.
- Okay, well, got a number for him? I'd like to keep in touch.
Look, he don't have nothing 'cause they ain't in touch.
All right, well, I'd like Manuel to have my digits, just the same.
(sighs) I hear from him, I'll pass it on.
Now, if you'll excuse us, we have a house to pack up.
Who's Duwann? One of the Prospect Park Six.
You coached him in hoops? Never told me that.
That's because I never coached him.
But he was six foot by seventh grade, and from this neighborhood, he definitely would have played hoops.
You want to tell me what this is about? Yeah, on the ride.
GORMLEY: We got surveillance video near four of the five scenes has a black or gray '05 Nissan Sentra with Jersey plates.
Two of the plates we could ID, both stolen from cars in the long-term lots out at Newark Airport.
GARRETT: Old Nissans around here is like pickup trucks in Texas.
They're everywhere.
GORMLEY: Pieces of the puzzle, not the completed.
(door opens) BAKER: Last night's fatality, Officer Nunez? Her father was the lead detective in the Prospect Park rape case.
Since retired to Florida.
GORMLEY: So we got ties to three out of five hits.
Four.
That 16-year-old victim in Harlem? Her stepmother was one of the arresting officers the night of.
Also since retired.
GARRETT: Boss.
- What? If your theory's correct, wouldn't a Reagan be on the list? Well, it came up, but was kind of discarded.
And, you know, right now those aren't tied to the hits.
They're just coincidences.
Boss, I'd call it more than that.
All right? I think we should scoop up Duwann.
Okay, Sid.
Say we scoop up Duwann or any of them.
No weapon, no witness placing 'em.
Just the hunch of one cop.
Well, you put it that way Yeah.
So, they call their lawyers.
The lawyers calls the press, and the press writes that we're still persecuting these young men.
And you're the worst person in the world.
And if it turns out I'm wrong about this, they'd be absolutely right to say that.
I don't know.
Hey, Reagan.
Guy looking for you out back.
Manuel something.
You know him? - Yeah.
- Said he doesn't want to come in.
That's-that's cool.
Thanks, Jack.
What's this? She made me give up the card.
Because? She don't want me having nothing to do with any of the guys.
But you're still in touch with Duwann? Yeah.
Yeah, he texts me on and off.
Sometimes some crazy stuff.
- Like what? - Just stuff.
How five million would never be enough.
How we just got paid like we was nothing.
I figure he's back on the weed, 'cause he always talking crazy every time he gets high.
But you came down here anyway.
I can't have a cop thinking I'm holding out on him or a cop in my business ever again.
I lost ten years for that.
I'm innocent of everything, and I'm staying that way.
I'm terrified of cops.
I'm not surprised.
You got the number and the texts? Yeah.
All right.
I want you to forward them to me, and not a word of this to Duwann or anyone else.
Last thing I'm-a talk about is talking to a cop.
All right.
DANNY: What do you got? Looking at the cell records, far as I can tell, that phone hasn't left Miami since March 9.
- Are you positive? - Yes.
It's active for over 16 hours a day, mostly in a 12-block radius in South Beach.
Okay.
Well, maybe he had a second phone.
And have someone using this phone day and night in Miami to cover his tracks? - New one on me.
- Good point.
Detective.
A Duwann Wilson has been in residence at the South Beach Grand Resort & Hotel since early March.
His presence is known to the staff on a daily basis.
Great.
Flip you for who tells the old man.
Heads, I win.
Tails, you lose.
Hey, wait a minute.
(soft, indistinct voices) Yeah.
- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.
We got to be missing something.
Yeah, but what, Gramps? Phone records and a hotel full of witnesses show that Duwann was in Miami before the shooting spree even started.
It is what it is.
You always say you have to walk in the other man's shoes first.
I did.
Guy gets some serious money suddenly, and he does exactly what I'd expect him to do: throw some around a nice hotel in Miami Beach.
My hunch was wrong.
Well, wait.
Just h-hold on a minute.
Why? He's right.
Or we're throwing the baby out with the bathwater.
There's too many good pieces in place.
You know, maybe he's right.
I mean, at a hotel, what are you doing? You're ordering room service.
You're eating out.
You're getting your clothes cleaned, put back in your room.
Bed made, etcetera.
But what are you really doing? Trading up.
Exactly.
You're having somebody else do for you what you typically do for yourself, but now you can afford to have them do it for you instead.
Okay.
A little lost.
Yeah, what are you saying? I'm saying that maybe Duwann didn't have to pull the trigger physically himself.
One of the other Six? No.
The hit man he hired.
Bingo.
(Dramatic instrumental music) Dante Sorrento was on the same cell block as Duwann Wilson till his release a month after Wilson.
Got a record as an enforcer and alleged executioner going back to his teens.
Do we have him? It's out on Nlets to every agency nationwide.
You still got it, boss.
Well, let's not count our chickens, Sid.
Right now they're just persons of interest.
Well, have it your way.
But thank you.
You okay? Oh, I just want this to be over.
Yeah, well, I hear you.
But it's never really over, is it? Best you can hope for is a lull before the next bad thing.
Yeah, well, keeps us on our toes.
(chuckles softly) Right now my toes hurt, Sid.
That's a good one, boss.
All right, six months travel, minimum.
France and Italy on a vintage Triumph Bonneville.
Don't you mean "in"? In what? In a Triumph, not on it.
It's a motorcycle, not a car.
Count me out.
I don't like bikes.
Well, this is my fantasy.
It's not supposed to be accommodating.
But couldn't it be a cool old car? It could in your version.
But this is my five million.
Wow, so selfish all of a sudden.
JAMIE: Give me a break.
JANKO: I think I liked you better before you had money.
(engine starts, revs) (phone rings) Yo, who this? Duwann Wilson? Yeah.
I said who this? It's Danny.
DUWANN: Danny who? How'd you get this number? Detective Danny Reagan with the NYPD.
Dante Sorrento gave me your number.
(phone clicks off) Where are my pants? Miami-Dade Police! Turn around.
Put your hands on the table.
Now! Do what she said! What the hell this about? First degree murder, conspiracy to commit murder in the five executions you ordered.
I don't know nothing about no executions.
Well, these officers just witnessed your reaction to Sorrento's name, not to mention the money transfers from you to Sorrento for services rendered.
This is a warrant to bring you back to New York, where it was snowing last time I checked.
So you better dress warm.
JAMIE: And last but not least, funding some kind of Reagan family foundation benefiting the families of fallen officers.
I can't fault that one.
That's a first.
I'm still saving beagles with mine, though.
To each his own.
Her own.
Right.
Ooh, they make good coffee.
Pull over? What do you want? I'm buying.
A three-pound lobster and a Dom Pérignon.
You're such a jerk.
All right, I'll have a tea.
Thanks.
Excuse me.
DISPATCHER: All patrol units be advised, the earlier Finest Message regarding an '05 Nissan Sentra with ND New Jersey registration is now amended to add a black '05 BMW 7 Series.
Registration not confirmed, but possibly also bearing ND Jersey registration.
Operator may be suspect Dante Sorrento, DOB 3-9-1964.
Male, white, five-foot-nine, 54 years of age.
Please advise if contact is made with subject.
Approach with extreme caution, as suspect is believed to be armed and responsible for five homicides.
Move! Jamie! Police! Move! Out of the way! Excuse me, Officer.
Jamie! (screaming) (gunshot) (people screaming) - Jamie! (gunshots) (engine revs, tires screech) Stay down! Stay down! Jamie! (revving) (gunshot) (tires screeching) Jamie! Jamie.
I'm okay.
Go, go.
(pants) Jamie He's DOA.
(panting) That was some shot.
(panting) You saved my life.
Jamie, it was like I heard a voice, I swear to God.
That's called a radio.
No.
Serious.
Like I knew, I knew you were in trouble before you even were.
Like I w-was warned.
(shuddering): Jamie.
I'd spend the five million on you.
(Janko chuckles softly) (crying softly) (sirens wailing) (sighs) - He's kind of making a habit of this.
- I think I'm gonna change the statute of limitations on how long we have to wait till Jamie gets home to eat.
No, you're not.
Anybody heard from him? - No.
JAMIE: Hey! Sorry! (chuckles): Hey.
It's on the table! - Come on! - Let's go! About time.
Uh, Jack, could you get me one more place setting? Yeah, sure.
- What's going on? - I have no idea.
We having company or something, kid? Um What's going on? Oh.
Hi, everyone.
- Hi.
- DANNY: Hello.
- Hello.
- Hello.
- Hi.
Officer Janko.
Just Eddie today, Dad.
Actually, not just Eddie today.
Well, since this morning, the future Mrs.
Jameson Reagan.
What? Get out! You're kidding! NICKY: Oh, my goodness! - Congratulations! (chuckles) - Way to go! NICKY: Whoa! - JACK: Congrats, Uncle Jamie.
DANNY: Way to go, kid.
'Bout time.
NICKY: Wow.
(quietly): Did you know? I didn't know anything! - Whoa.
(chuckles) (chuckles) Well, I'll be damned.
(laughter) Francis.
Congratulations.
- Thank you.
- Mm.
- Wow! - Right? Just this morning? Uh, yeah.
Wow.
(chuckling) Well, at least I know one wedding present you're getting.
Your choice of precincts to transfer to.
ERIN: Oh, gee, Dad.
Every bride's dream.
Hey.
I'm just sayin'.
JAMIE: Actually, uh, we both really like the house that we're already in.
- Oh? - HENRY: But you know that you can't work together anymore.
JAMIE: Well, that's what we thought, too, Pop.
You thought? Well, assumed.
But I looked it up.
And there's nothing in the Patrol Guide-- or any of the books, for that matter-- says married cops can't be partners on the job.
Nowhere? No.
Wow! But I knew that you and Dad would be for that rule, even if it wasn't actually a rule.
But the rule does make enormous sense.
Why? Well, a couple partnered together on the job can create conflicts.
Yes, but But? Hear us out? Consider if two people willing to swear the following to each other could still be good partners on the job.
Swear the following what? Vows that we wrote V to each other.
You wrote vows already? - Okay.
- (Janko chuckles) Turns out she's been working on 'em for a while, so I just - Turns out so has he.
(chuckling) (scoffs) So Uh, I will always have your back.
If you fall behind, I'll wait up.
I'll earn your respect and pay you respect every day we have.
I'll be your scout, your night watchman, your cavalry.
Your medic, your chaplain in our army of two.
No retreat, no surrender.
- No retreat, no surrender.
(chuckles) - No surrender.
You can count on me.
And you can count on me.
Welcome to our family, Eddie.
Thank you.
Dad.
(laughter) (Erin clears throat) FRANK: Okay.
Shall we say grace? (chuckling) Bless us, O Lord ALL: and these, Thy gifts, which we are about to receive from Thy bounty.
Through Christ, our Lord.
Amen.
(chattering indistinctly)
(wind whistling) Baez is a godsend.
The boys are growing into the role.
My family-- they always got my back.
They're Reagans.
It's how we're raised.
(sighs) Keep trying to remind myself I'm rich with partners, but you're the only one that really matters.
Putting on a real brave face out here, but between me and you I'm having a really hard time, babe.
I miss you.
(car door opens, squeaks) - Hey, Danny? - Yup.
- Time.
- Okay.
(sighs) Love you.
Love you most.
And while there's always room for improvement, obviously, we're very pleased with the results, as are the communities we've been focusing these programs on.
REPORTERS: Commissioner Reagan? Helen? Commissioner, can you comment on the five-million-dollar settlements awarded to the so-called "Prospect Park Six"? Well, those young men spent nine years in prison for a crime they didn't commit.
I don't know how you put a price on nine years of a life.
If they're satisfied, I am.
Do you feel a personal responsibility? For those of you who were not covering this office when the crime occurred, Helen is referring to the fact that a gang rape took place the night after Commissioner Reagan was sworn in.
But have you reached out personally to the six young men? Helen, we've released statements at every juncture in this case, leading Yes, but the commissioner's own perspective was not addressed in those statements.
Yes.
It happened on my watch, Helen.
There was a lot of solid evidence that could only be dismissed with the hindsight of a confession years later from the real perpetrator.
And no, I have not reached out personally to those men, because honestly, I can't imagine what I could say that would mean anything, and I still don't.
GARRETT: That's all.
Thank you.
Good day.
(camera shutters clicking, indistinct chatter) So you could hear him, but you couldn't see him? Uh, he he pulled up to the curb and asked which one of us was Ida Dooley.
I-I couldn't see him.
He was a little ahead of us.
Did he have an accent? - No.
He sounded white.
Young? Old? Just white and a man.
So Ida walked over to the car, and then, blam, he shot her in the head.
Okay.
Do you remember what kind of car it was? Black sedan.
Black or dark gray.
Not the kind that you take to the airport.
No? Which kind, then? Foreign.
Uh-huh.
- Like the kind you rent at the airport, maybe.
I don't suppose you got the license plate number? Are you kidding? Ida just had her head blown off.
Who'd notice anything else? Okay.
Look, we'd like to interview you both again, so as soon as you feel up to it, things settle down, would you give us a call? We'd be happy to come to you if that makes things easier.
I don't know when that'll be.
Whenever you're up for it, okay? Thank you.
Who puts a hit out on an old lady named Ida? I don't have a clue.
This is a first.
Life's rich pageant.
All right, stand back! Hey, are you okay? Yeah, but it's stuck.
All right, all right.
Hold on.
(metallic creaking) Hey.
(metallic creaking) (groaning) - Take it easy.
Take it easy.
(groans) Thank you, officers.
Yeah.
Hey.
Whoa! Hey.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Did not see that coming.
You got a driver's license? I'm working on it.
Where'd you steal the Beamer from? It's not stolen.
Officer Janko, do me a favor.
Call in these plates? Central, 12-David It's not stolen.
I swear, it's my brother's.
- Yeah, right.
- He let me borrow it.
All right, hands behind your back.
- Let's go.
How old are you anyway? - 15.
15? Well, that's way too much car for a 15-year-old, but I guess you know that now, huh? - Wha-What's your name? - Luis Escobar.
What's your brother's name? - Manuel.
- Plates came back 17 registered to a Manuel Escobar.
He's telling the truth? First time for everything.
So I can go? Yes, you can go back to the precinct soon as the tow truck gets here.
What for!? - Hey.
- Driving without a license, criminal mischief, just for appetizers.
Let's go.
These cuffs hurt! Yeah, well, they're new.
They'll break in.
All right, everybody step back.
ERIN: Any weekend plans? Uh, happily, yes.
(laughs) Oh, that sounds intriguing.
Promise not to tell anybody? Okay.
Promise not to laugh? Yeah.
That, too.
I'm going to Mohonk Mountain House.
- Okay.
- With my ex-husband.
Oh.
So, did he ask you, or you ask him? We kind of negotiated it.
One room? Yes.
Okay.
Do you think I'm crazy? No, actually.
You promise not to tell? - Sure.
- And not to laugh? (silenced gunshot) - (groans) Oh, my Go Oh.
(gasping) (screaming) Somebody call 911! Monica.
Someone help me! Blue Bloods 8x22 My Aim Is True (phone ringing) MAN: I'm gonna kill you, Luis! You arrest him for driving his own brother's own car? (indistinct, overlapping shouting) He's not a criminal! He's a baby! Everyone just calm down! All right? We brought you down here to release Luis into your custody as a juvenile delinquent.
Don't call him that.
JAMIE: He'll have to appear in family court in the next couple days.
What court? Family court.
Can they put him in prison in family court? He's not going to prison, but there are some charges.
He is not going into the system.
You cannot do this to us again.
You can't! - What do you mean "again"? - You have taken enough from my family! Mama, it's okay.
It's okay.
Let me.
I spent nine years in prison for a crime I didn't commit.
You were one of the Prospect Park Six? Yeah.
I'm sorry.
Just let us take my brother out of here, please? Please? There's just some paperwork you got to sign.
- We're gonna need a lawyer.
- It's just the release for your brother and the family court appearance ticket.
You don't need a lawyer for this part, I promise.
One thing I learned the hard way? You're in a police station, you sure as hell need a lawyer.
And cops' promises don't mean nothin'.
Let's have a seat.
(liquid pouring) I got a favor to ask you.
I'd ask my sister, but she's in no shape.
Shoot.
Kid borrowed his brother's Beamer, cracked it up.
- Anybody hurt? - No, just the Beamer.
Charges? Enough to get him sent to juvenile detention, he draws the wrong judge.
- He a friend of yours? - No, but brother who owns the car, Manuel Escobar-- one of the Prospect Park Six.
That family's got a break coming.
Five million bucks-- I'd call that a break.
I mean, a break from the cops and the justice system.
I think they're owed it.
I'll tell you what.
I'll talk to some people at the city law department, okay? Thanks, Anthony.
Erin, can you just set aside who it is for one moment? I can't.
You have to, Erin.
But I can't.
Look, a gun goes off, and what happens? Instinct takes over.
Your brain automatically tells your eyes to look where the shot came - But I didn't.
I looked right at the horror.
I've never seen someone executed in front of me, Danny.
- Okay, but - Just, just stop! Uncle Danny? Maybe in the morning.
Okay, I'm sorry, all right? It's my job.
I can't help it.
Maybe do your other job, Danny? (quietly): Hey, I'm sorry.
(sniffles) BAKER: The victim was a 16-year-old female walking the three blocks from band practice at her school to her building on the 300 block of East 108.
Nine millimeter shell casing was recovered at the scene.
- 16? - Yeah.
GORMLEY: CSU recover anything else? The city hall, Forest Hills, Stuy Town murders-- we didn't recover casings from those scenes, and they're running this latest one now.
Witnesses? An Uber driver on the block and a super in an adjacent building.
Both confirm a dark sedan with out-of-state plates.
There are 49 other states.
Did they say? One thought Jersey, the other thought Pennsylvania.
They're not murders.
They're assassinations.
Tomato, tomahto.
No, big difference in connecting pattern to motive.
What's your gut say, boss? Well, that's just it.
It doesn't make any sense, what my gut is saying, but it's a loud, clear voice I've heard all my life.
And what is it saying? Just for this room? - Copy.
- Copy.
- Of course.
That the assassinations are tied to the Prospect Park Six.
Their release, their reward.
Their innocence? Ah, I can't reconcile it, but it won't shut up.
And you can't pursue it, either.
There'd be torches and pitchforks at the gates, and rightfully so.
But it makes sense.
It does? Yes, in the sense that, look, you're carrying guilt around about the nine years that those kids lost.
Well, regrets.
Okay, and what you call "regret" would have any of us unable to get up off the floor.
It makes sense that you would want a box to put that in, a way to salvage something for our side out of this debacle.
That's probably all this is.
(sighs) Mr.
Dooley, we're very sorry for what happened to your mom.
But if her killer's still out on the street, then we'd like to catch the guy.
Yeah, I understand.
Have there been any threats to your mom lately? Look, I get it-- but no.
Okay? She was a classic little old lady.
She wouldn't hurt a fly, okay? Uh-huh.
And how about you? What, threats? Yeah, pretty much every day.
Corrections captain at Yorkville Prison.
Okay.
So anything pop into your head when you heard the bad news? That I'd love to catch this scumbag myself.
Yeah, like, any particular scumbag you had in mind? There was one skel, Randall Meems.
He's a vicious little twerp.
Got his charges dropped, and he walked the week before last.
He said something to me along the lines of, uh, "I owe you big time.
" And not like, "I owe you a solid"? - No.
- Okay.
- Because? - I had him on my block for almost a year while he was awaiting trial.
He needed a lot of corrections.
A lot.
And you supervised that personally, did you? Like I said, I'm a captain.
Yeah.
I bet you run a very tight ship.
You cops deal with these scumbags for what, maybe a couple of hours? We get them for months, even years.
(long sigh) Yeah, that's exactly right.
I know where Randall Meems is, and I'm not telling you.
We clear on that? Oh, we got you violating your parole ten ways till Tuesday, and won't hesitate to notify your PO.
We clear on that? Do you love Randall, Brandi? (scoffs softly) What the hell kind of question is that? Pretty simple one.
What does love have to do with anything? I'm getting a coffee.
- Anyone? - I'm good.
Yeah.
Black.
Two sugars.
(door closes) You do realize we simply want to ask Randall a few questions is all.
- Good luck with that.
- Do you really want to go back to the joint for violating just so's Randall doesn't have to answer a few simple questions? He lost a year of his life at Yorkville waiting for trial.
Did you know that? - I heard something.
- Yeah, it all started when some NYPD dick started asking questions.
He didn't like Randall's answers.
Do you know that? I know the charges were dropped.
Yeah, 'cause they didn't have a case.
Took 'em a year to figure that out.
One last time.
Where is he? One last time, I ain't saying.
I called in to the ME's office.
Randall Meems died of an overdose nine days ago.
So where he is, is six feet under.
Not our guy.
A uniform is on his way to escort you out.
You're free to go.
(door closes) Okay, a million for the apartment, a hundred fifty grand for the turbo.
Turbo S Cabriolet, all the trimmings, special order green paint-- so more like 230.
Okay, so you're at 1.
2 out of five.
A million for savings, a million for charity.
- What charity? - Charities.
Cancer research, food bank, those beagles they do makeup experiments on-- I'm saving all of them.
All right, that still only puts you at 3.
2.
You got to spend five.
I'll get you a new leather jacket.
That one you got is starting to smell like whatever animal it came off of.
- It does not.
Trust me.
Okay, say $500 for the jacket-- you're still way short.
1C.
BLANCA: Who's there? Officers Reagan and Janko.
Hi, Mrs.
Escobar.
Why are there cops at my door? It's a public service, Mrs.
Escobar.
My partner and I were in the neighborhood, and we just wanted to make sure that Luis is ready for his family court appointment.
And what business is that of yours? - It was his idea.
- And I don't want to hear from you, either, Blondie.
Fine.
3:30, be there or be square.
Ma, where's my tie? The hook in your brother's closet.
What are you really doing here? What he said.
Oh.
Making sure Luis makes his court date.
Yes, ma'am.
You must think I'm stupid.
So unless you have a warrant stay away from my door.
Why are you eating standing up? New diet: you eat one meal a day standing up, calories don't get to settle in, voilà , you lose three pounds a week.
Is there any science behind that? I didn't ask.
You know, this is too wide a field we're searching.
(sighs): Yeah.
- Monica put away mobsters, drug lords, guns for hire.
I mean, the whole Santa's list of dangerous enemies to have.
Right.
So what haystack is the needle in? If I were to pick, I'd start with the security logs from this building, uh, the video from 100 and 111 Centre Street courthouses, say, going back a month, and see if there's something we could call a dry run.
Okay.
Five bucks says he's gone.
Deal.
Still? Yeah.
Let's.
(knocking) Come in.
My time's not my own, so We just got to talkin' About the fact that you're holed up with the case files.
- My dime, my time.
- Well, we were talking about maybe you'd like to share your thinking with the three of us.
Two of us have held the rank of detective.
And Garrett could take notes.
Nothing for me to share yet.
- Nothing? Nothing that ties the murders to each other, much less to my gut.
Well, maybe that should tell you something.
- Like what? - Well, like maybe your hunch is based on playing defense, not offense.
(sighs) Go on.
Boss, it's natural for a cop, he finds out his collar was innocent of what he collared him for, he goes: Well, maybe he didn't do this one, but he's sure as hell guilty of something.
We've all been there.
Cops, that is.
I get it.
- This isn't that.
- You just said yourself there's no evidence backing this hunch up.
Actually, I said "yet.
" Okay, but - And this is not the Caine, and I am not Captain Queeg, so please do not tiptoe around me.
- We're not.
We're just concerned - Maybe in a week, if I am rattling ball bearings and mumbling about strawberries, then be concerned.
Right now, leave me be.
Yes, sir.
And know this-- the last thing I want is for any of these young men to be put through another ringer.
The last thing.
- Pop? - In here, Francis.
(door closes) (sighs) Well, well, well.
My idea.
How you doing? About how you'd think.
How much do you know? Just what Gramps told us.
That you are wrestling with a hunch.
Based on nothing.
Not nothing.
- No.
- Hmm.
Come on, it's just us, Dad-- out with it.
Well, one of the Six, Duwann Wilson, lost his mom to cancer while he was in prison.
But he insisted that she died of a broken heart.
And then the warden wouldn't let him go to her funeral.
Okay, well, that's harsh stuff, but it doesn't exactly add up to this guy going on a killing spree.
And five million heals a lot of hurt feelings.
Yeah, but after that he starting acting up, getting violent, promising payback to everyone who had a hand in putting him away.
Well, I'd go ballistic, too, if I were him.
Yeah, but stay with me, 'cause this is the leap.
What if you had eight more years for this to fester? What if you got it in your head to seek revenge in kind? Might you, instead go after someone nearest and dearest to the person who wronged you, so that they would be left to suffer that loss for the rest of their days? To suffer a fate worse than death.
Like that, yeah.
That's a lot of what-ifs.
And nothing to tie him to the murders, I know, and maybe just the mind games of a rusty old detective with a guilty conscience.
I know that, too.
And if you're in the ballpark one of us would be on that list, too.
If I'm in the ballpark.
ERIN: Maybe the bullet for Monica was meant for me.
Pretty easy to tell you two apart, though.
(phones chiming) Especially at close range.
(phone chimes) We got an officer shot.
Line of duty? No, off.
Apparently, walking her dog.
They were in Yorkville for 11 months awaiting trial.
I've wrangled thousands of scumbags in my 15 years.
Do you think I remember every one of them? Well, you remembered Randall Meems pretty good.
It was a pretty famous case.
A young schoolteacher was gang-raped and left for dead.
- Okay.
So? - So did you have any of them on your cell block? Again, that was ten years and thousands of Come on, it was all over the news for months-- you had one, you bragged on it.
All right, s-so what if I did? So if you did, were there a lot of "corrections" involved? Meaning, did you get medieval on any of them? What, are you trying to get me jammed up? No, I'm not trying to get you jammed up.
I'm trying to find the killer-- your ma's killer, and four other people.
One scumbag did 'em all? That's what we're trying to figure out.
And if you keep holding out on us, you're gonna find out what "jammed up" really means.
Now, did you know 'em or not? All right.
Yeah, one.
Which one? The one whose name sounds like, uh, the NBA player.
Duwann Wilson? That one, yeah.
Tall.
Real scumbag.
You think he'd remember you? And how awful you treated him? (clears throat) Samson, thank you for coming down.
We're so sorry for your loss.
Thank you.
It was our loss, too.
I just want you to know she admired you.
Both of you.
Please.
Any other day, it would be just as devastating, but we were about to start over.
Start a new chapter in life.
I know.
We talked about it just just that day, actually.
Yeah.
So cruel.
Well, let's, uh, let's get down to business.
What can I help you with? Well, I-I know this is a long shot, but did you have any involvement in the prosecution of the so-called Prospect Park Six? Involvement? (chuckles) Erin, I-I led the prosecution.
ABETEMARCO: What did we miss? There's nothing in the trial records about you.
Well, that's because two days before trial was set to begin, I was ordered to undergo a triple bypass.
There was no thought of adjourning, so my second seat took over.
And they just erased you from the records? Glory hogging doesn't happen in this building? What does this have to do with? Who did you offer to plead down if they flipped on one of the others? Five of the six.
Against who? Hmm, a made-up name.
Dontrell or Dashonte Duwann Wilson? That's it.
And what did you see that you thought the others might flip on him? Alpha dog.
Intimidating.
You know how they stick out.
The kind a cop says, "He's guilty of something.
" And did they flip? No.
'Cause they were all innocent, as it turns out.
So, again, what's this all about? (exhales) Officers Reagan and Janko.
What this time? Just want to check up on your family court outcome.
They agreed to adjust his case.
Luis just has to stay out of trouble.
We thought maybe you'd want to thank us.
We're a long way from even.
Moving out.
Manuel bought a house in Yonkers.
Nine rooms.
Well, good luck to you.
Uh, Manuel.
Say "he"" to Duwann for me, you talk to him.
- He don't talk to Duwann.
- You know Duwann? Yeah, I used to coach him in police league hoops.
Yeah.
Yeah, he could play.
Yeah, he sure could.
- He don't talk to Duwann.
- Okay, well, got a number for him? I'd like to keep in touch.
Look, he don't have nothing 'cause they ain't in touch.
All right, well, I'd like Manuel to have my digits, just the same.
(sighs) I hear from him, I'll pass it on.
Now, if you'll excuse us, we have a house to pack up.
Who's Duwann? One of the Prospect Park Six.
You coached him in hoops? Never told me that.
That's because I never coached him.
But he was six foot by seventh grade, and from this neighborhood, he definitely would have played hoops.
You want to tell me what this is about? Yeah, on the ride.
GORMLEY: We got surveillance video near four of the five scenes has a black or gray '05 Nissan Sentra with Jersey plates.
Two of the plates we could ID, both stolen from cars in the long-term lots out at Newark Airport.
GARRETT: Old Nissans around here is like pickup trucks in Texas.
They're everywhere.
GORMLEY: Pieces of the puzzle, not the completed.
(door opens) BAKER: Last night's fatality, Officer Nunez? Her father was the lead detective in the Prospect Park rape case.
Since retired to Florida.
GORMLEY: So we got ties to three out of five hits.
Four.
That 16-year-old victim in Harlem? Her stepmother was one of the arresting officers the night of.
Also since retired.
GARRETT: Boss.
- What? If your theory's correct, wouldn't a Reagan be on the list? Well, it came up, but was kind of discarded.
And, you know, right now those aren't tied to the hits.
They're just coincidences.
Boss, I'd call it more than that.
All right? I think we should scoop up Duwann.
Okay, Sid.
Say we scoop up Duwann or any of them.
No weapon, no witness placing 'em.
Just the hunch of one cop.
Well, you put it that way Yeah.
So, they call their lawyers.
The lawyers calls the press, and the press writes that we're still persecuting these young men.
And you're the worst person in the world.
And if it turns out I'm wrong about this, they'd be absolutely right to say that.
I don't know.
Hey, Reagan.
Guy looking for you out back.
Manuel something.
You know him? - Yeah.
- Said he doesn't want to come in.
That's-that's cool.
Thanks, Jack.
What's this? She made me give up the card.
Because? She don't want me having nothing to do with any of the guys.
But you're still in touch with Duwann? Yeah.
Yeah, he texts me on and off.
Sometimes some crazy stuff.
- Like what? - Just stuff.
How five million would never be enough.
How we just got paid like we was nothing.
I figure he's back on the weed, 'cause he always talking crazy every time he gets high.
But you came down here anyway.
I can't have a cop thinking I'm holding out on him or a cop in my business ever again.
I lost ten years for that.
I'm innocent of everything, and I'm staying that way.
I'm terrified of cops.
I'm not surprised.
You got the number and the texts? Yeah.
All right.
I want you to forward them to me, and not a word of this to Duwann or anyone else.
Last thing I'm-a talk about is talking to a cop.
All right.
DANNY: What do you got? Looking at the cell records, far as I can tell, that phone hasn't left Miami since March 9.
- Are you positive? - Yes.
It's active for over 16 hours a day, mostly in a 12-block radius in South Beach.
Okay.
Well, maybe he had a second phone.
And have someone using this phone day and night in Miami to cover his tracks? - New one on me.
- Good point.
Detective.
A Duwann Wilson has been in residence at the South Beach Grand Resort & Hotel since early March.
His presence is known to the staff on a daily basis.
Great.
Flip you for who tells the old man.
Heads, I win.
Tails, you lose.
Hey, wait a minute.
(soft, indistinct voices) Yeah.
- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.
We got to be missing something.
Yeah, but what, Gramps? Phone records and a hotel full of witnesses show that Duwann was in Miami before the shooting spree even started.
It is what it is.
You always say you have to walk in the other man's shoes first.
I did.
Guy gets some serious money suddenly, and he does exactly what I'd expect him to do: throw some around a nice hotel in Miami Beach.
My hunch was wrong.
Well, wait.
Just h-hold on a minute.
Why? He's right.
Or we're throwing the baby out with the bathwater.
There's too many good pieces in place.
You know, maybe he's right.
I mean, at a hotel, what are you doing? You're ordering room service.
You're eating out.
You're getting your clothes cleaned, put back in your room.
Bed made, etcetera.
But what are you really doing? Trading up.
Exactly.
You're having somebody else do for you what you typically do for yourself, but now you can afford to have them do it for you instead.
Okay.
A little lost.
Yeah, what are you saying? I'm saying that maybe Duwann didn't have to pull the trigger physically himself.
One of the other Six? No.
The hit man he hired.
Bingo.
(Dramatic instrumental music) Dante Sorrento was on the same cell block as Duwann Wilson till his release a month after Wilson.
Got a record as an enforcer and alleged executioner going back to his teens.
Do we have him? It's out on Nlets to every agency nationwide.
You still got it, boss.
Well, let's not count our chickens, Sid.
Right now they're just persons of interest.
Well, have it your way.
But thank you.
You okay? Oh, I just want this to be over.
Yeah, well, I hear you.
But it's never really over, is it? Best you can hope for is a lull before the next bad thing.
Yeah, well, keeps us on our toes.
(chuckles softly) Right now my toes hurt, Sid.
That's a good one, boss.
All right, six months travel, minimum.
France and Italy on a vintage Triumph Bonneville.
Don't you mean "in"? In what? In a Triumph, not on it.
It's a motorcycle, not a car.
Count me out.
I don't like bikes.
Well, this is my fantasy.
It's not supposed to be accommodating.
But couldn't it be a cool old car? It could in your version.
But this is my five million.
Wow, so selfish all of a sudden.
JAMIE: Give me a break.
JANKO: I think I liked you better before you had money.
(engine starts, revs) (phone rings) Yo, who this? Duwann Wilson? Yeah.
I said who this? It's Danny.
DUWANN: Danny who? How'd you get this number? Detective Danny Reagan with the NYPD.
Dante Sorrento gave me your number.
(phone clicks off) Where are my pants? Miami-Dade Police! Turn around.
Put your hands on the table.
Now! Do what she said! What the hell this about? First degree murder, conspiracy to commit murder in the five executions you ordered.
I don't know nothing about no executions.
Well, these officers just witnessed your reaction to Sorrento's name, not to mention the money transfers from you to Sorrento for services rendered.
This is a warrant to bring you back to New York, where it was snowing last time I checked.
So you better dress warm.
JAMIE: And last but not least, funding some kind of Reagan family foundation benefiting the families of fallen officers.
I can't fault that one.
That's a first.
I'm still saving beagles with mine, though.
To each his own.
Her own.
Right.
Ooh, they make good coffee.
Pull over? What do you want? I'm buying.
A three-pound lobster and a Dom Pérignon.
You're such a jerk.
All right, I'll have a tea.
Thanks.
Excuse me.
DISPATCHER: All patrol units be advised, the earlier Finest Message regarding an '05 Nissan Sentra with ND New Jersey registration is now amended to add a black '05 BMW 7 Series.
Registration not confirmed, but possibly also bearing ND Jersey registration.
Operator may be suspect Dante Sorrento, DOB 3-9-1964.
Male, white, five-foot-nine, 54 years of age.
Please advise if contact is made with subject.
Approach with extreme caution, as suspect is believed to be armed and responsible for five homicides.
Move! Jamie! Police! Move! Out of the way! Excuse me, Officer.
Jamie! (screaming) (gunshot) (people screaming) - Jamie! (gunshots) (engine revs, tires screech) Stay down! Stay down! Jamie! (revving) (gunshot) (tires screeching) Jamie! Jamie.
I'm okay.
Go, go.
(pants) Jamie He's DOA.
(panting) That was some shot.
(panting) You saved my life.
Jamie, it was like I heard a voice, I swear to God.
That's called a radio.
No.
Serious.
Like I knew, I knew you were in trouble before you even were.
Like I w-was warned.
(shuddering): Jamie.
I'd spend the five million on you.
(Janko chuckles softly) (crying softly) (sirens wailing) (sighs) - He's kind of making a habit of this.
- I think I'm gonna change the statute of limitations on how long we have to wait till Jamie gets home to eat.
No, you're not.
Anybody heard from him? - No.
JAMIE: Hey! Sorry! (chuckles): Hey.
It's on the table! - Come on! - Let's go! About time.
Uh, Jack, could you get me one more place setting? Yeah, sure.
- What's going on? - I have no idea.
We having company or something, kid? Um What's going on? Oh.
Hi, everyone.
- Hi.
- DANNY: Hello.
- Hello.
- Hello.
- Hi.
Officer Janko.
Just Eddie today, Dad.
Actually, not just Eddie today.
Well, since this morning, the future Mrs.
Jameson Reagan.
What? Get out! You're kidding! NICKY: Oh, my goodness! - Congratulations! (chuckles) - Way to go! NICKY: Whoa! - JACK: Congrats, Uncle Jamie.
DANNY: Way to go, kid.
'Bout time.
NICKY: Wow.
(quietly): Did you know? I didn't know anything! - Whoa.
(chuckles) (chuckles) Well, I'll be damned.
(laughter) Francis.
Congratulations.
- Thank you.
- Mm.
- Wow! - Right? Just this morning? Uh, yeah.
Wow.
(chuckling) Well, at least I know one wedding present you're getting.
Your choice of precincts to transfer to.
ERIN: Oh, gee, Dad.
Every bride's dream.
Hey.
I'm just sayin'.
JAMIE: Actually, uh, we both really like the house that we're already in.
- Oh? - HENRY: But you know that you can't work together anymore.
JAMIE: Well, that's what we thought, too, Pop.
You thought? Well, assumed.
But I looked it up.
And there's nothing in the Patrol Guide-- or any of the books, for that matter-- says married cops can't be partners on the job.
Nowhere? No.
Wow! But I knew that you and Dad would be for that rule, even if it wasn't actually a rule.
But the rule does make enormous sense.
Why? Well, a couple partnered together on the job can create conflicts.
Yes, but But? Hear us out? Consider if two people willing to swear the following to each other could still be good partners on the job.
Swear the following what? Vows that we wrote V to each other.
You wrote vows already? - Okay.
- (Janko chuckles) Turns out she's been working on 'em for a while, so I just - Turns out so has he.
(chuckling) (scoffs) So Uh, I will always have your back.
If you fall behind, I'll wait up.
I'll earn your respect and pay you respect every day we have.
I'll be your scout, your night watchman, your cavalry.
Your medic, your chaplain in our army of two.
No retreat, no surrender.
- No retreat, no surrender.
(chuckles) - No surrender.
You can count on me.
And you can count on me.
Welcome to our family, Eddie.
Thank you.
Dad.
(laughter) (Erin clears throat) FRANK: Okay.
Shall we say grace? (chuckling) Bless us, O Lord ALL: and these, Thy gifts, which we are about to receive from Thy bounty.
Through Christ, our Lord.
Amen.
(chattering indistinctly)