Blue Bloods s10e10 Episode Script

1 This is ridiculous.
- I agree.
- Absolutely ridiculous.
So what are we gonna do about it? - Absolutely nothing.
- And why is that? You know why, Anthony.
This is the new law.
No bail for designated crimes.
He's a burglar.
He busted right through their window.
Good to see you too, Slim.
Burglary being a designated crime.
Cutting a lowlife like that? That's the real crime.
Yeah, maybe next time, I hit your mama's house, Slim.
Come on, come on, come on, come on.
He's just trying - to bait you.
Take a breath.
- Come on.
20 bucks if you got the stones to come over here and say it.
- Come here! - Anthony! Take a breath.
- Will you get him out of here? - Hey, you see what I'm talking about? I mean, a mope like that belongs behind bars.
State legislature says no bail, plain and simple.
We have no choice but to abide.
Yeah, well, I'm having a real hard time making that fly for me.
Okay.
But you said it yourself.
He's a lowlife.
He's gonna do something else, and we'll get him on that.
A-And the next time he climbs in through some window to take the place and there's an old lady there and he hurts her, then what's gonna happen? The law is the law, even if it sucks.
And where are we this afternoon? GARRETT: The latest intel is pretty much in line with what you were thinking.
No better? Any worse? Well, we don't have all the pieces yet, so no way to tell.
They outside? Let's have 'em.
(SIGHS) We, uh, have an allegation.
One of our chiefs, conduct unbecoming.
Which chief? Hundred to one it's Fitzgerald.
- All due respect - It's not Fitz.
- Then who? - We'll get to that.
Can you tell us the nature of this unbecoming conduct? An extramarital affair while on duty.
Oh, boy.
Possibly using a department vehicle.
The stones on this guy.
It is a guy, right? - Yes.
- Did I miss something? Isn't this Internal Affairs' bailiwick? Internal Affairs will not be handling this investigation.
They're not? Why not? This is precisely their purview.
I know that.
Chief of IAB is the one stepping out.
Spotless Holmes? I did not see that coming.
Nobody did, and IAB can't know a thing, has to be handled in-house.
This house.
- So what bureau? - No bureau.
Retail.
I need two people I can trust to do the job without burning the house down.
Give me a couple names, and I'll have 'em up here first thing.
He's talking about us, Sid.
Good morning, good morning.
Hey.
Good morning? I know it's technically not the morning, but it is the beginning of the day.
Beginning of your day, end of my day.
Aw, what's the matter? Why are you such a crankypants? I'm sorry.
Well, good news is your tour's over.
Go home, get some sleep.
That's exactly what I'm gonna do.
Go home and sleep for days.
You deserve it.
I'm gonna get going 'cause roll call is about to start.
Oh, right.
See you for brunch? - Okay.
- Okay.
- Be safe out there.
- Okay, bye.
Oh, I had something for you, um You know what? Forget about it.
It's, uh What is it, Edit? Um, it's just a couple of things.
I made you a list.
A "honey do" list? A what? "Honey, do this.
Honey, do that," a "honey do" list.
That's a thing? I didn't know that was a thing.
Oh, it's a thing.
Oh, Jamie, I It's fine.
No.
Enough.
"Honey do" roll call.
Okay.
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER) Hey, what do we got? The concierge said she stumbled in out of the rain, slipped on the marble and opened her head.
She stumbled in? Says she was three sheets.
Three sheets, huh? All right.
Thanks.
- You were working the desk? - Yes, officer.
Detectives, Reagan, Baez.
Apologies, Detectives.
Yes, I was behind the desk.
Where he's worked steadfastly for the last 38 years.
- You are? - Brooks Hammond, Detective.
My good friend, Frick Abbott.
Frick? What happened to Frack? Uh, let me guess, you two work here? No, we're members of the club.
What about her? She a member, too? No.
That would be impossible.
Impossible, why? Because she's a woman.
And? There are no women allowed on the premises.
Excuse me? Well, there's one here now.
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS) This is The Manhattan Bones Club.
It's the oldest private club in the city, with a very rich history.
- Mm.
- Six former Presidents have been members.
- So you - So when we elect a female president, you'll offer her membership? - Thought so.
- You told the officer that you witnessed the deceased stumbling? Uh, she appeared to have been overserved.
- You mean she was drunk? - Yes.
And you two observed the same thing? We were in the parlor.
The parlor? Is that where you get your hair done? The card room upstairs.
We were having a drink, playing cards.
Any chance she showed up to join the party? Again, there are no female members.
Is it possible that, since there are no female members, that the deceased was a guest of one of the privileged male members? No.
No? You sure? So then you won't mind us taking a look at any surveillance footage you have? There are no cameras in the club.
And if we take a look through your cell phones, we're not gonna find any text messages between you and the deceased? No, not at all.
We are not even allowed to bring cell phones to the club.
We leave them at home before coming.
I know it makes us sound stuffy and a bit out of touch, but it's simply an attempt to preserve a sense of tradition.
So, just to be clear, neither of you were familiar or knew the deceased? That's correct, Detective.
So she just breezed in, slipped in her heels, and cracked open her skull on your 200-year-old marble floor? Like I said, we were upstairs.
In the parlor? And you observed the same thing? Yes, Detective.
We're gonna need all your contact information and anything you can remember, reach out and give us a call.
I pull a quarter ounce out of his back pocket and the guy says to me that it's Thank you.
And, um, and he goes, "Oh, those aren't my-my pants," and I said, "Well, you're wearing 'em," and so he insists that they're his roommate's pants.
My boss says, "Well, go over to the apartment, ask the roommate.
" - You're kidding.
- So I go pull the guy out of bed at the apartment.
So I go, "Dude, those your pants?" And he looks at me like I'm smoking dust, and he just shakes his head, and he gets right back to bed.
That's a good one.
You really cannot make that stuff up.
(CHUCKLES) So how about you? How was your morning? Oh, I got a-a full eight hours.
I can't remember the last time that happened.
And I got in a run.
Honey, that's great.
Oh, God.
Oh, God, what? Honey.
Yeah? No, you said "honey.
" Okay, so? I forgot to do your honey do list.
Oh, no, seriously? I'm sorry.
It's fine.
No, but what? F Well, Freud would say that we never really ever just forget something.
It's our subconscious speaking up for us.
You think I forgot to do your honey do list on purpose? No.
I think that your subconscious forgot to do my list because, well, it didn't like being told what to do by a woman.
Whoa.
Where in the world is this coming from? Well you're the one that called it a "honey do" list.
("WE WISH YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS" INSTRUMENTAL PLAYING) Imagine that.
Fentanyl.
Enough to turn her entire world upside down.
Enough then to also cause her to slip and fall and crack her head open on a marble floor? Especially with the amount of booze - she had in the mix as well.
- There you go.
So the official cause of death is an overdose? The blunt force trauma to her head is what killed her.
So it's not an OD? No, but she was high as a kite.
Okay, which is consistent with what the doorman said.
Concierge.
Whatever.
He said he saw her come stumbling in, slip and fall.
The blow to her head, that was definitely from the marble floor? All I can say is that the injury was caused by the blunt force trauma, not the object that caused it.
So someone could have delivered that blow to her head? It's possible.
But not likely.
What is going on with you two? (SIGHS) My partner is getting soft in his old age.
(CHUCKLES): No, my partner is letting her personal political leanings get in the way of her proper judgment.
Come on, Danny.
You know something doesn't smell right.
No, what I know is the same thing you always tell me: a jury doesn't care about my personal gut instinct they care about the facts.
What do you think? Did she slip, fall and hit her head? Or did someone kill her? That is the best part about my job I don't think.
I just present my findings.
And your findings are? Cause Undetermined Pending Police Investigation.
A CUPPI.
- A CUPPI.
- You do realize that helps us, like, zero? I do.
It's a CUPPI.
(SIGHS) It's a real honor, you know that? What, sharing my Pringles? No, being handpicked by the boss for this assignment.
- Yeah, it is.
- You know how many other cops he could've called on for this? 40,000? Yeah.
Exactly.
But he didn't.
He picked me.
- Us.
- Right.
Us.
You ever step out on Sheila? You kidding? The woman's patron saint is Lorena Bobbitt.
You're a knucklehead, you know that? Better a knucklehead than a cliché.
What's that supposed to mean? My first week on the job, I was riding with this old hairbag, and he says to me, "There's two things you can do "to take the edge off.
"The first is to drink.
The second is to get a girl on the side.
" Then he turns to me, looks me in the eye and he goes, "The smart ones end up in AA.
" That's super depressing.
What about you and Brian, huh? Still living in paradise? I think so.
You think so? Best part of being a cop is almost nothing gets past you.
Worst part is your guard is always up.
Your guard is up in regard with him? It's gonna be after working this.
I get it.
It's hard not take it home.
Another reason to choose to drink instead of the goomah.
Okay.
Here they come.
GORMLEY: There he is.
Spotless Holmes, as promised.
(SHUTTER CLICKS) And - the other woman.
- (SHUTTER CLICKS) (SHUTTER CLICKING) Yeah.
Of course I did.
Do I really look like someone who-who would forget to eat dinner? Spaghetti and white clam sauce.
No, Ma, of course it wasn't as good as yours.
I'm always careful.
Come on, stop.
I swear on Pop, may he rest in peace, that I will be careful.
All right, you happy now? Yeah, look, Ma, I-I got to, I got to run.
No, it's nothing.
Nothing's happening.
- (GRUNTS) - I promise, I'm not doing anything dangerous.
Now what was that you said about my mother? Aw, come on, Slim.
What, you're not happy to see me? (GRUNTING) Turn around, you piece of garbage.
You got the right to remain silent.
Anything you say may be used against you in a court of law.
Come on.
Come on, Thurgood.
- Here you go.
- Thanks.
- Ta-da.
- What is this? Well, the guys made a Castle run, so I got you some.
- You did? - Yep.
I love White Castle.
I know you do.
By the way, something big just happened to come up.
Triple homicide uptown.
We're still working this case.
Well, I mean, we're crossing T's and dotting I's on this case.
But they could really use our help uptown.
You game? This cheeseburger's a bribe, isn't it? Absolutely not.
Wow.
Did your voice just go high on that? Come on, Baez.
You heard the M.
E.
The-the, the case is a CUPPI.
Which means we have no reason to believe it's anything other than what the eyewitness says it is.
An unfortunate accident.
(CLEARS THROAT) How many times do we follow your gut? (SIGHS) Okay, fine.
I'll work with you on this.
But you got to give me something more than the fact that you don't like these people because they don't allow women into the club.
Okay.
How many people do you know in this day and age that leave their house without a cell phone? You heard Frick and Frack.
They didn't bring their cell phones because they're not allowed in the club.
I'm talking about the deceased.
She didn't have a cell phone on her, either? She didn't just stumble in off the street.
She knew exactly where she was going, and that she couldn't bring her cell phone with her.
Oh.
(SLURPING) GORMLEY: TARU's got a discreet way to run her mug through the facial recognition software.
For? Well, her identity.
We should know who she is.
Sid's right.
We should be able to verify her identity.
But Abigail, you already know who she is.
What's going on? Ay how long we been? You know her? Lorraine Burch.
We used to work together in the 2-2.
GORMLEY: She's on the job? Was.
Retired to the private sector.
Now she works for a law firm.
Why didn't you tell me on the day? - Not my place.
- So she's not a cop anymore.
Makes things simpler.
Actually, no.
Why "no"? Only one of ours is involved, not two.
Lorraine has been married to Inspector Jack Burch.
For years.
- Okay.
- Of all our chiefs, Burch of Counterterrorism - is the one who's - Is utterly indispensable.
This entire city needs him on his game every hour that God sends.
Okay, this is enough of a pickle without Okay.
You're right.
There are people who could replace him.
- There are always people - Only they work for Mossad or MI-5 and have never set foot in this building.
What if they're separated? Getting divorced? For all we know, Burch has a girl of his own.
For all we know, a job that stressful, he may tether his sanity to a happy home life.
I'll just shut up from here on in.
No, you got a point.
We need more information.
We need all the information we can get.
(DOORBELL RINGS) Detective Reagan.
My partner, Detective Baez.
We need to speak with Albert Becker.
- My husband? - Right here, Colleen I got it.
Albert? Is everything okay? Just fine.
Nothing to worry about.
What are you doing here? You're not gonna invite us in? It's not that.
My wife is the nervous type.
Police show up unannounced, she starts to worry.
Your wife has nothing to worry about.
We just wanted to ask you a few questions about the testimony you gave to us yesterday.
- Testimony? - Mm-hm.
The statement you made? You know, the woman stumbled into the club, lost her footing, and cracked open her head on the marble.
Yes, what about it? Well, we're wondering if there's anything you wanted to add, or anything you might've forgotten about what happened.
No.
I don't think so.
Or subtract anything? - Subtract? - It's just that it's really important that we get clarity because whatever we put down today will serve as the permanent record.
You understand? Any adjustments you make moving forward will be viewed as contradictory statements.
- DANNY: Mm-hmm.
- (EXHALES) Albert? Is everything okay? Everything's fine, Colleen.
I'll be right in.
You do understand the consequences for lying to police officers, don't you, Albert? BAEZ: Hindering prosecution? Tampering with evidence? Albert! What in the world have you gotten into? Colleen, please.
BAEZ: Mr.
Becker, perhaps you should retain a lawyer.
A lawyer? Albert, what is going on here? Colleen, go inside.
I have to go.
May I go? Yes, Albert.
Go inside.
Think we got him on the ropes.
Yeah.
And now we're gonna let the wife deliver the knockout punch for us.
Can't wait.
(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS) - Top of the morning to you! - Mary and Joseph, you want to give me a coronary? I'm sorry, did I surprise you? Yeah, you did.
Lurking behind the cabinet like some kind of lurker.
You mean stalking.
I think that's the word you're looking for.
Yeah.
Exactly.
Like some kind of stalker.
Like what you did to Thurgood last night.
Did you think you were really gonna go Charles Bronson on me, and I wouldn't find out about it? I did not go Charles Bronson.
You camped out in his neighborhood, staked him out, and then pounced on him the second he tried to do something.
Yeah, which took him all of 20 minutes.
Proof positive he's the animal I said he was.
And for all that trouble, you arrested him on attempted grand larceny? A misdemeanor? So, he's gonna be cut loose this afternoon, just like he was the other day.
That's not the point.
No, it's not.
The point is, what you did was waste this department's resources.
You do it again, and I won't sign off on your overtime.
You think I care about overtime? No, I don't.
I know what you care about, Anthony.
And I'm with you.
But you have to understand you work for this office, and when you work, it has to be in line with its principles.
What the hell is that supposed to mean? It means what you did was not in the spirit of the law.
Even if you despise the law, you still need to respect it.
Yeah, well, the way I see it, my job is to protect the people of this city.
Not again.
Promise.
I swear on Pop's grave, may he rest in peace.
- Anthony.
- Kidding.
I'm kidding, I'm joking.
Dry cleaning.
The, uh, framed pictures from the art store.
Spare keys you were asking about.
And I talked to the super about that back burner that's been out.
He's gonna fix it this weekend.
So Wow.
Someone's been busy.
Tell Freud he can go tell it on the mountain.
Except for you did just prove his point.
All right, here we go.
(CHUCKLES) You know what, don't worry about it.
Thank you very much, I really appreciate all this.
Oh, no, no.
I want to I want to hear - how I proved his point.
- Well, you know what, - I'm late for roll call, so - No.
Over my dead body.
Come on.
You know Okay, fine.
Someone might look at all this and say that you're overcompensating.
Overcompensating? Th-This is great.
So if I don't do the list, I'm a misogynist, but when I do do the list, then I'm overcompensating? - Which one is it? - Both.
It can't be both.
Sure it can, because it's both.
- How? - How? Because you went so far out of your way to do all this stuff, to prove that I was wrong that you were uncomfortable taking direction from a woman, you just proved I was right.
You're officially insane.
I'm insane? Why don't you think about it? A part of you must have thought that I was right in the first place, or you wouldn't have worked so hard to do all this stuff - to prove I was wrong.
- I, honestly, I can't even think straight anymore.
I'm Oh, okay, well, good The good news The good news is that none of this is your fault.
So you get to go home, get some rest.
I'm gonna go to work.
Wait, whose fault is it? Your father, your grandfather, and a little bit Danny.
(SCHOOL BELL RINGING) - Okay.
Daddy! Hey, buddy, how you doing? - DANNY: Frick Abbot! - How was school? Hey, remember us? Detectives, can I help you? Actually, you can.
Thank you for offering.
Right.
Sure.
Wesley, go hang out with Gregory, okay? - Okay.
- I'll be right there.
This will just take a second.
You know, actually, this is my kid's school.
Can we Can we do this another time? BAEZ: It sure is.
All-boys school? Look, I'm with my son.
Can we meet later? Like my partner said, it'll just take a few minutes.
Okay.
Uh, but if you can, be quick.
Okay.
We were wondering why Albert Becker called you this morning right after we spoke to him.
- What? - Yeah.
I-I don't know.
You were on the phone with him for five minutes.
Uh It must have been pretty urgent.
I mean, he literally wasted no time in calling you.
Something tells me you two don't shoot the breeze very often.
What'd you two talk about? - Dad? - I-I'll be right there.
Can we please do this another time? It's a simple question.
You answer it, we'll be on our way.
Okay, I don't like the way this is going.
I don't like the way this feels.
How's it feel, Frick? You know what? I would like to speak to my attorney.
That's your prerogative.
Wesley, let's go.
You gonna dig that out of the garbage, or am I? I'll do it.
Good morning, Colleen.
I can't talk to you.
Is that what your husband said? He didn't have to.
I'm smart enough to figure that out on my own.
Smart enough to make him call Frick Abbott to get out of this mess, too.
I don't know what you're talking about.
Sure you do.
Just like you know everything that goes on at that Bones Club, but without your husband ever having to say a word.
I think I left the oven on.
Have a nice day.
This is Frick Abbott's coffee cup with his fingerprints all over it.
Same fingerprints that were found on the deceased's ankles.
I don't know what that means.
It means your husband just bought himself a one-way ticket to the grand jury.
She said everything was great with her marriage.
And you bought it? She actually said that? Well, not in so many words, but she spoke about the future the way you do when you're happily married.
And how's that? I'm curious what that sounds like.
She got him a new set of golf clubs for Christmas.
They found a house at Point Lookout for a steal, his blood pressure's under control.
Wow.
Don't you think it would be useful for me to talk to Lorraine? As what? As a rightly concerned third party with a big stake in the outcome.
- No.
- I asked her.
And I'm telling you that could blow up in your face.
I can't answer that.
- As a police matter.
- It's not gonna play as a police matter to her, except maybe as intimidation, and we're not that kind of police.
I'm not interested in persuading her one way or the other.
I simply want to give her the opportunity to soft-land this situation with her husband, who just happens to be one of this city's most valuable assets.
Boss, maybe it's best you just deal with Chief Holmes.
Show him the pics, pull his stars, and let the chips fall where they may.
- And open another can of worms.
- You don't know that.
Rumors fly through this department faster than a high school cafeteria.
The question of the day is gonna be, "What did Holmes do to lose his stars?" You can't just let the chief of IAB get away with something like that.
What message does that send? Sid's right.
Plus, whoever tipped this thing in the first place is watching.
Which brings us back to Lorraine Burch.
I can say she has nothing but respect for this department.
And shows it door-to-door.
And that she'd want to protect this department.
Here's the thing.
She hasn't committed a crime.
Her private life is not your police business.
You saying it is won't make it so.
I disagree.
Three against one.
So be it.
Colleen, you home? In here, Albert.
Colleen, what are you doing? Don't worry, she didn't say a word.
Albert, you need to talk to them.
I've already said enough.
Please, leave my home.
We'll leave.
And you're coming with us.
To the grand jury.
We found Frick Abbott's fingerprints on the deceased.
You told us nobody touched her.
You said she fell and hit her head.
Remember? BAEZ: We subpoenaed your phone records after we left here the other day.
He was your first phone call.
Talking to Frick to get your stories straight? Is that the plan, Albert? Albert, I know you.
You're a good man.
I know you would never harm anyone.
Whatever happened, it's time to tell the police.
BAEZ: We already have you for perjury, Albert.
It's starting to look like tampering with evidence and accessory to murder.
Oh, my God.
Be the first one to talk to us.
I guarantee you one of them will.
DANNY: Come on, we're trying to help you out here, Albert.
You really think those rich guys are gonna have your back? Albert, please, tell them what happened.
(TAKES DEEP BREATH) Well, that was a very merry Christmas party.
Very merry.
You okay? You're not saying much.
My father, my grandfather, and a little bit Danny.
What is that, a riddle? What, like, they all walk into a bar or something? That's what you said to me.
Or did you forget? Oh, that.
Yeah, that.
Well, I shouldn't have said that.
I'm I didn't mean it, and I'm It wasn't nice.
Not nice? I don't even know what it means.
I don't know what a lot of the stuff you say these days means.
It's just I don't like that we are just two ships passing in the night every night.
So this is you picking a fight? - No, this is me getting worried.
- About what? Do you realize that we are the only couple in your entire family? That's not true.
Yes.
Your dad, your grandpa, your brother, they're all widowers.
And your sister is divorced.
Okay, but they all were married.
Like a hundred years ago.
Eddie, what's your point? It's just I don't Everybody in your family is good on their own.
And they're all really good at being alone.
And I worry.
I don't want that.
I want to be your teammate.
This is all because I called it a "honey do" list, isn't it? Yep.
And I'm the crazy one? I know.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
No.
I am.
And I know just how to make it up to you.
How? By giving you this.
A honey do list? Ooh You realize number three is illegal in some states? Not in New York City.
(LAUGHING): Oh, my God.
(BEEPS) When the members wish to partake in mixed company, they send me on an errand to the pantry or the stock room.
You mean when they want to bring girls into the club.
DANNY: They pull you off the desk so you can look the other way? Precisely.
Did you see the deceased enter the club? (SIGHS) I did not.
And you didn't observe her slip and fall? No.
When did you first see her? After Frick and Brooks carried her down the stairs and placed her on the marble floor of the foyer.
And was she still alive then? ALBERT: No.
(SNIFFLES) She was dead.
Got any rules against moving dead bodies around in your fancy Bones Club? Or how about a rule against tampering with physical evidence, hmm? Hindering prosecution? Murder? It wasn't me.
It was Frick.
Hmm.
Okay, Frack.
- (NOTEPAD HITS DESK) - You're gonna write that down, every single word of that.
(PEN CLICKS) Have a seat.
ABETEMARCO: Ah, let me guess, you're moonlighting as Santa Claus? Come on, Slim, why the hell you always sweating me? You know, I'm not sure.
Maybe because your material is so stale.
You know, I'm "Slim" because I ain't slim.
I mean, seriously? This is entrapment, bro.
You can't keep doing this.
But then maybe again it's because you're a lowlife that belongs behind bars, and not only can I do it, I'm gonna keep on doing it.
You scumbag.
(SCREAMS, GRUNTS) Any more smart remarks, Thurgood? (GRUNTS) (GROANS) (ELEVATOR BELL DINGS) Detective Detective Abetemarco? Anthony? What are you doing here? What do you mean, what am I doing here? I got a call that you were shot.
Oh, yeah, that.
"Oh, yeah, that?" No biggie.
Everything's fine.
What do you, what do you mean everything's fine? Come on, you really think, uh, I'd let a couple of bullets get to me? They bounce right off me.
I'm a superhero.
What the hell are you talking about? I'm kidding.
It was my vest.
It saved my life.
- (SIGHS) - Yeah, one just missed my heart.
There but for the grace of God.
So you're okay? Except for a couple of black and blues that'll blow your mind.
Are they bigger than this one? - Ow! - Or this one? What's that? What the hell is wrong with you? What the hell were you doing? Why are you doing I told you to stay away from there.
- I told you to stand down.
- I'm sorry.
You're sorry.
Am I crazy? - Giving me a heart attack.
- I'm sorry.
Sorry.
I'm sorry.
Geez.
Chief Holmes.
- Got a second? - For? P.
C.
wants to chat.
The affair ends now.
If there are loose ends, use all your skills to tie them up, like it never happened.
Um, then what? Neither did this conversation.
Thanks.
Where you going, Brooks? Detective.
You, get your ass in the car and stay there.
What's wrong, Brooks? You look surprised to see me.
Hi, Brooks.
Oh, no.
Did I mess up? Are girls not allowed on the plane? Look, I was just heading out of town on a quick business trip.
Says here you're off to the Maldives.
Yeah, one of the few countries without an extradition treaty with the U.
S.
- What a coincidence.
- And there's no return date.
- Look, I can explain.
- You know, if I didn't know better, Brooks, I'd swear you were trying to skip town.
Which doesn't really make sense since you're hardly in trouble.
It was Frick that killed that poor girl by accident, that's what you told us, right? Yes, and it's true.
And we believed you.
That is, until we went to pick up Frick and, well, he shared a little surprise with us.
See, Frick was a bad boy, he snuck his cell phone into the club the night you killed your date.
- Wait a second.
- And it's a good thing he did 'cause he played a little recording of you telling him how you accidentally killed that girl and that you needed his help to bring her dead body downstairs.
BAEZ: We played it for the district attorney's office this morning.
They'd like a word with you.
That's another way of saying you're under arrest.
BAEZ: Don't worry, there won't be any girls in your cell, only men, just the way you like it.
Yup.
Yes, Baker? Unless there's anything you need, we're taking off for the weekend.
Okay.
Have a good one.
See you on Monday.
A good weekend in the dark? - I think I have a right to know.
- I'm good.
- Sid.
- GARRETT: Hold on.
A want is not a right.
Okay, I want to know, in case she reaches out, off all the sudden shuffling.
What sudden shuffling? Well, Chief Holmes losing his stars? Not on my watch.
Wait, he isn't? Well, see, the IAB Chief and I had a brief discussion, and he is losing her number, and that is all, and everybody is agreeing that none of this ever happened.
So a cover-up? I prefer to think of it as reverse engineering.
What about the cop who blew the whistle? Is he in on it, too? I don't think so.
And his initial complaint didn't bear fruit, so, hopefully, if he doubles back, he doesn't find anything.
Hopefully.
I took your advice, I did not talk to Lorraine.
Oh.
See, it appeared to me the only thing to do was, essentially, to do nothing, and hope nobody was the wiser.
I can't pretend we have an equal say in here.
I do have the last word.
I sometimes question your advice, but I never dismiss it.
Please try and remember that.
- Will do.
- Yes, sir.
Copy that.
And three against one is never fair.
So from now on, one of you suck it up and side with me.
(DOOR OPENS) (DOOR CLOSES) Bless us, Oh Lord, and these thy gifts which we are about to receive from thy bounty through Christ our Lord.
Amen.
- Amen.
- RANK: Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Pass the beans, please.
- DANNY: Ham! Ham! - Ham! Ham! - Right now, please.
Oh, Francis.
- Hold on, hold on.
Hold on.
- (EVERYONE QUIETS) What do you say we try that again? What do you think, Pop? Absolutely.
Did I mess up? Did I forget something? - No.
- No, nobody messed up, nobody forgot anything.
What's going on? It was rushed.
Isn't it always? Well, yeah, see, today is different.
Oh, I get it.
Get what? Uh, I get it, too.
You get it? It's that time, isn't it? What time? I don't get it.
16 years at this table and you still don't get it? (GASPS) Oh! I got it.
- I got it.
- Thank you, numbnuts.
I still don't got it.
It's that time of year It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas Everywhere you go - Okay, Christmas.
- Yes.
Exactly.
And during the Christmas season, we like to try to add a little more grace to our grace.
Ah.
What's that mean? (LAUGHTER) Jamie, do the honors.
In the name of the Father and the Son and the Holy Spirit.
ALL: Bless us, Oh Lord and these thy gifts which we are about to receive from thy bounty through Christ - our Lord.
Amen.
- Amen.
(LAUGHTER) - Now ham! - Yeah.
- (OVERLAPPING TALKING) - Give me those beans.
I need potatoes, please.
Hey, merry early Christmas, everyone.
Merry Christmas.
ALL: Merry Christmas.
(OVERLAPPING CHATTER)