Blue Bloods s12e11 Episode Script

1 And this is rising to the level of this office because? The cop in question is a 33-year vet and a decorated captain.
Way to bury the lede.
Taking food and drink on the arm.
Thing is, she's casting a wide net, taking way more than one person can consume, and on a regular weekly basis.
Merchants make the complaint? No, that's the thing.
Not a merchant, and not someone identified as from her command.
Captain Irene Terrell.
Tip came in anonymously to IAB.
Came to me as a courtesy.
More like as a hot potato.
IAB says the tip came over the phone.
And this will go out on the front page.
Well, not if we can help it.
How we gonna help it Squash it? You want me have a talk with her, boss, see what's what? Well, first find out what's what, then talk to her.
Put a tail on her collection points, see where the goods end up.
What's on your mind, Reagan? I have a broken window I'd like to fix.
Of course.
Get on the horn with building maintenance forthwith.
That won't be necessary, boss.
You like to swing the hammer yourself, Reagan? Not that kind of broken window.
"Section 203-02.
Tender and return a hand salute at the precinct front desk when entering the command.
" You're going way back with this one, Reagan.
Yeah, it hasn't been enforced for a while.
Since before I came on the job.
I'd like your permission to reinstate it.
I should've known.
Known what, boss? That you studying for the lieutenant's test was gonna mean some ball busting for them out there.
- Boss, I don't - It's okay.
I don't mean it in a bad way.
It's a compliment.
You're always looking to do better.
- That's a good thing.
- I'm happy you feel that way.
They're not be happy, know that going in.
That a yes? I'm about to start roll call.
Careful what you wish for.
"The dish served most often at those famous "Reagan dinners is hubris "with a side of pride, vanity, and pomposity.
" "Erin Reagan will never get over "being passed over for acting D.
A.
She's been crying in her chardonnay ever since.
" What's going on here? InChargeMan is slaying the Reagans on the website The Square of the Centre.
And who the hell is InChargeMan? - Just some guy's username.
- What'd he say? "When things don't go Erin Reagan's way, "her first call is to Daddy down at One PP.
Nepotism anyone?" She's gonna freak.
Who's gonna freak? Hey, Erin.
What's going on? You know that gossip site, Square of the Centre? They're busting your onions.
My onions? "The only thing bigger than Erin Reagan's ego is the size of her feet"? Happy birthday, Maria.
Like fine wine, you get better with age.
And more expensive, too.
Nothing a little overtime won't fix.
This is really nice.
Thank you.
You're very welcome.
Nine o'clock.
Jimmy Buffett.
- Sitting at the bar.
- The Margaritaville guy? Yeah, the Margaritaville guy.
My brother Joe turned me on to his music when we were kids.
We used to listen to it from Thanksgiving to St.
Paddy's Day.
It would make the winters breeze by.
- That's nice.
- Yeah.
I mean, he's got songs about stuff besides boats and booze.
You know, like, uh You just got to go into the deep cuts.
So go over.
I'm not gonna go over there.
It's your birthday dinner.
I'm with you.
If you don't go, my birthday dinner is gonna be all about this Margaritaville guy, and Chica's not gonna be happy.
- Really? - Yeah.
Go.
- You want to come with? - No.
- Okay, I'll go fast.
- Okay.
Uh, excuse me, - Mr.
Buffett? - Oh, hey, how you doing? Good.
I just wanted to say thanks for all the great music.
- Love your records.
- Thanks.
Okay.
I've been to see you live three times.
Jones Beach.
Love Jones Beach.
Yeah, well, thanks for, uh, listening, - and thanks for coming out.
- Uh, name? Uh, Danny.
Okay, Danny.
Well, much appreciation, brother.
Yeah.
Yeah, Have a good night.
- You too.
- Okay, take care.
So? - Yeah, he was really nice.
- Good.
- Called me brother.
- Oh.
Good.
Yeah.
He was real, too, you know? The way you hoped he'd be.
Yeah.
Like you hoped.
You know what I mean.
Would you like to order your entrée? Yeah, um, first, though, I want to take care of Jimmy Buffett's tab.
That's him at the bar.
There.
I thought that was him.
Yeah.
He's nice.
I just went over and said hi.
Don't you just love when that happens? Yeah.
It's her birthday, by the way.
You ready? Huh.
So, what can I get for you? Okay, it's not like I expected the guy to only order a cheeseburger - and a beer - Yeah, about that but what the hell is Dover sole? And $69 a pop for a piece of fish? And what about this wine What was in it, diamonds? - Maybe.
Look, Danny - It's got to be karma.
That's what it is.
It's karma.
I-It's payback from the universe for me leaving you sitting there alone looking - so beautiful on your birthday, right? - Danny.
- What? - I googled Buffett when I got up, and now, of course, he's all over my news feed.
Look, "The Parrotheads were wet and wild in Austin "when Jimmy and his band played an outdoor concert - straight through a rainstorm.
" - When? Last night.
Well, that's impossible.
He couldn't be in Austin last night.
He was sitting at the bar What couldn't be is you meeting him in New York last night.
Son of a bitch.
I got scammed.
Okay, well, now I got to find the fake Buffett and collar that son of a bitch.
And charge him with what Conspiracy to defraud a fish dinner? Officer Badillo, did you miss roll call this morning? No, Sarge.
So, you heard me instruct the troops that, going forward, every cop would be expected to salute the front desk - upon entering the precinct.
- Yeah, I heard it.
Great, so I don't have to repeat myself.
Lead with the elbow.
Raise the hand sharply and bring the salute to your brow.
Don't lower your head to meet it.
This time, it's just a warning.
Next time, it's a rip.
A rip, a rip.
What? Do you believe this guy? Oh, this time it's just a warning.
You hear him at roll call? Yeah.
We could win the unit citation.
That's just what I need, another nerd patch.
He's just doing his job, you know.
- Uh-huh.
- Uh-huh.
Sorry, Janko.
Forgot you were there.
She drives the loot to a veterans hall in Queens.
And a real haul, trays of ethnic food, fast food, soda, beer, liquor, - sundries.
- Sundries? Toothpaste, shampoo, you know.
What's she running, a FEMA tent? She's helping out military veterans.
I, uh, tinned the C.
O.
of the hall.
He says Captain Terrell makes the drops every Friday, and it all goes to the vets on-site, or gets delivered to ones with conditions that keep them shut in at home.
You trying to soften me up? No, boss, I'm just reporting my findings.
It's only charity when it's on your own dime.
Well, that's one way of looking at it.
I'm afraid I don't have the luxury of looking at it any other way, Sid.
Get Captain Terrell up here.
She's waiting down in my office.
Hell of a record here, Captain.
Thank you, sir.
Certainly nothing in it that would pave a path to what you're up to.
I'm up to charity, sir.
It's not charity that has you here today.
It's taking goods and services on the arm, a violation of the patrol guide, as I'm sure you know.
I'm bending it a little bit.
Not your prerogative.
I myself do not partake of any of the goods freely offered for my charity.
I have diabetes and the celiac, and I don't drink alcohol.
What about the sundries? I buy my own toiletries, thank you.
100% goes to the vets.
Well, that is admirable, but how you get the stuff is against the rules.
If I may When I was 12, my brother was wounded in Iraq and ended up six months in a V.
A.
hospital in Hackensack, which ain't pretty, let me tell you.
Visiting him there left me with a lasting scar and a vow to fulfill We're sorry for your brother, but May I finish? I swore I would do whatever I could to make those heroes' lives a little better, and that's all I'm doing with what those merchants gladly contribute.
I want you to know you have our respect for your intentions, but your methods have to stop, now, today.
Understood? And if I do? You will be given a command discipline with a penalty of warned and admonished.
That is what's on the table.
I'd like to think about it.
Boss? It's kind of like either everyone always said no to her, or nobody ever says no to her.
But you're not everyone or nobody.
I want to keep Internal Affairs out of this.
She's valuable on about five different levels.
So's sticking to the rules.
I know, Sid.
I know.
"Erin Reagan is like all the Reagans: slow on the uptake but quick to take credit.
" You're still obsessing over this nonsense.
Listen to this one from InChargeMan.
"We all act like her friend, laugh at her jokes, then roll our eyes as she moves on.
Such a loser.
" I told you to stop reading that stuff.
It's a bunch of nonsense for a bunch nobodies.
Every worker in city government reads this website.
They're all laughing at me.
- You're out of your mind.
- Are you kidding? You know how many text messages I've gotten about this? Inside baseball horse crap.
It's not horse crap if you're a baseball player.
- Here, let me help you.
- Eh Is this really how everyone thinks of me? O-Of my family? - Not at all.
- It's right there in black and white.
- It's one person's opinion.
- Is it, though? I mean, how do we know it's just one person? Maybe they all hate me.
Listen to me, you're spiraling.
It's him, I know it's him.
Wallace from Sex Crimes.
He has never liked me.
That's Webster from Quality of Life, and he likes you just fine.
Well, you see? I don't even know my coworkers' names.
This InChargeMan E-everything he says is true.
Relax, would you? We're gonna get to the bottom of this.
How? Look, I got the computer crime squad on the case, and they're gonna let us know exactly who InChargeMan is.
I promise.
Did he use his credit card at the bar last night? Nope.
You paid his whole tab.
Right, I did.
Uh, did he leave a phone number or e-mail address when he made his reservation? No.
He was a walk-in.
Right, 'cause even when a place is packed like it was last night, a guy like Jimmy Buffett could just walk right in.
- Well, yeah.
- Yeah.
I thought you were a fan.
Well, I am a fan of the real Jimmy Buffett, but not that grifter.
What do you mean? Well, that guy wasn't Jimmy Buffett.
He was a fake.
The real Jimmy Buffett had a concert in Texas last night.
But you said he was.
Well, I got duped.
It happens, you know.
What? I met him after I got off.
Oh.
Well, did he tell you directly that he was Jimmy Buffett? Now that I think about it, he said to just call him Chief.
- Chief.
- Said all his friends do.
And did he scam the bar you met him at? Actually, we didn't meet at a bar.
Where'd you meet him? My apartment.
Oh.
Okay, uh well, was anything missing when he left? - Not that I noticed.
- He didn't harm you in any way? Didn't make you do anything you didn't want to? He was a perfect gentleman.
I mean, until such time as gentle wasn't called for, if you catch my drift.
I do.
What's wrong? - Nothing.
- Eddie.
Nothing's wrong.
Why do you always think something's wrong? I don't always.
Just when you're stabbing your mashed potatoes that you shaped into a voodoo doll likeness of me.
Okay, that's funny.
Funny enough to earn me an honest answer? I just don't understand why you're doing what you're doing.
I'm gonna go out on a limb and say that you're not talking about me eating my dinner peacefully.
You know what I mean.
Why don't you tell me what you mean.
- You're picking a fight.
- I'm really not.
That's how everyone sees it.
Doesn't make it so.
You're digging up some obscure rule from 100 years ago.
My philosophy, there's a reason for every item in the patrol guide.
Saluting the front desk? - Mm-hmm.
- That has no relevance today other than being super formal for no reason.
Is that what you think? That's what people think.
Are you one of those people? No.
I really believe that the little things add up to the bigger things, like winning the unit citation.
Who cares about that? About us being our best? I do, and I hope you do, too.
Well, yeah, of course, but is it worth it? Worth what? Being hated by every single cop in the house.
It doesn't matter if they hate me.
Only matters if they follow me.
How do you do it? No matter what time I get here, you're here before me.
I was called in early.
Extremely urgent.
Extremely sensitive, I was told.
- The D.
A.
? - Nope.
Then who? I was told not to speak to anyone about it.
Yeah, but I'm special.
I was called in early fo by the C.
O.
of Computer Crimes Squad.
Well, that's good.
So, they got something.
Yeah.
They were able track down the I.
P.
address for InChargeMan.
- And do we know them? - Very well.
Oh, man, I'm afraid to ask.
Who is it? It's you.
He's over there, Detective.
Thank you.
Hey, Jimmy! Wait up.
I said stop! Police.
Stop right there.
Let me see some ID, right now.
Yes, sir.
Dickie Delaney from Savannah, Georgia.
Yes, sir.
Think you know why I stopped you, right? Uh, I think on account of you think I'm Jimmy Buffett.
I-I get that a lot.
No, no, no, no.
On account of you made me think you were Jimmy Buffett, which is identity theft.
Not to mention the fact that you let me pick up your dinner tab, which is criminal impersonation with intent to defraud.
That's why I'm arresting you, so turn around, put your hands behind your back.
Detective, first, could I, uh, reach in my pocket for a fact sheet? A what? Of the actual guidelines for those charges? As you can tell, under the law, I've neither promoted, conspired or coerced, uh, anyone into thinking that I was Mr.
Buffett.
That's not true.
You thanked me for liking your music.
I never said it was my music.
Okay, well, you, uh, you told that waitress your name was Chief.
- Yeah.
- Your name's not Chief.
It's not even Jimmy Buffett.
It's Dickie Delaney.
A lot of people call me Chief.
Uh, I've been a longtime member of the Isle of Hope, uh, Volunteer Fire Department back home.
You think you're funny, don't you? No, sir, no, sir.
I'm sorry for any inconvenience, Detective, but have a nice day.
Yeah.
You have a nice day, too.
Officer Badillo, you want to try that again? Sorry, Sarge.
Didn't see you there.
Shouldn't matter if you see me.
Right.
Of course.
That's a one-day rip.
What? You heard me.
For that? You got to be kidding me.
Didn't I give you a warning yesterday? Lose a vacation day? For this? That's ridiculous.
No.
Losing two vacation days would be ridiculous.
You want to try for that? No, sir.
Good.
It wasn't me.
You got to know that.
I know that, Anthony.
I would never say those things about you or your family.
I know, it's just It's not easy to fake an I.
P.
address, so someone went to a lot of trouble to make it look like it was you.
Oh, so you do think it was me.
No.
Someone wants me to think it was you, and I want to know why.
I don't have a clue.
Do you have any enemies, anyone that you know that wants to drive a wedge between us? My only enemy is the scale, Reagan.
I'm being serious, Anthony.
Yeah, well, so am I.
Look, I didn't say those things, I would never say those things, and I got no idea why someone wants to make it look like I did.
Just feels like this is a small part in a much bigger picture, you know? Bigger how? Like, uh, the other shoe's about to drop? I don't know.
Hang on.
What's wrong? Well, it looks like that other shoe just dropped.
The Post outed you as InChargeMan.
How is that even possible? Only you, me, and the computer cop know.
I'm telling you, we are being toyed with.
But by who? I don't know, but I'm starting to think it's not your enemies we need to worry about.
Yours? But there's so many.
We'll never even get I didn't mean it that way.
There's only one enemy of mine savvy enough to do this.
Crawford.
Yeah.
Crawford.
I swear, this guy's more Boy Scout than cop.
Wonder how he sleeps with that stick up his butt.
I wonder how Janko sleeps with him at all.
Seriously, what does she see in that guy? He's probably got his sergeant stripes sewed on to his pajamas.
Um w-we're supposed to be back on the road.
It's 1400.
Yeah.
I-I was just coming to get you.
What's her problem? All right, shut up.
Hey.
Wait up.
Sorry about that.
Sorry about what? We weren't talking about you, if that's what you were thinking.
- Whatever.
- Look, it's not you, it's him.
You mean Sergeant Reagan, your superior officer? Off the record? He's not winning any friends here with this saluting thing.
What he'd say, he's your boss.
He's not here to make friends.
- What about you? - What about me? What would you say? Or are you not allowed to have an opinion? I'm me.
He's him.
So, are you the "stand by your man" type, or the "go your own way" type? That's a little personal, don't you think? You gonna report me to Human Resources for getting al for a minute? I'm not a rat.
Just watch it.
Listen, truth is everyone here likes you.
Including me.
You're a good cop.
Good girl.
I'm a good girl? Forget it.
My point is, you can only play monkey in the middle for so long.
Pretty soon, you're gonna have to choose a side.
At least there's no voodoo doll on your plate.
What's going on, Jamie? It-It's like you read the wrong book.
How to Not Win Friends and Influence People.
Eddie, I'm I know, I know.
You're the boss, not their friend.
Trite, but true.
I make decisions based on what I think's best, not what's gonna be popular, and then I live with the consequences.
How very noble of you, Jamie.
Except for you forgot one part so do I.
So do you what? I also have to live with the consequences of your decisions, except I don't get a vote in making them.
What are you talking about? We're married, Jamie, so that means that if everyone at that station house can't stand you right now, then they also can't stand me.
Except, I'm not the one who decided to resurrect some stupid old rule just to show who's boss.
We've been over this.
Perception is reality, my friend, and, right now, everyone thinks you're Sergeant Stick up the Butt.
Is that what everyone thinks? Yes, Sergeant Stick Up the Butt.
It's already an extraordinary courtesy you're extended to her, but rules are rules, right? What's got you flopping around on the dock? Her.
Yeah, I know.
Yeah, she's one of those cops you don't want to go up against, and that's coming from me.
I know who it's coming from, Sid.
I'm right here.
You feel the same way, don't you? Captain Terrell.
Let's have her.
Good morning.
And to you, Captain.
As an ex-Marine, I know you know how that bond to your fellow brothers and sisters never leaves you.
I myself never got to serve, but I'm honoring my brother's service by By shaking down merchants with your uniform and your rank.
The Marines still mean a whole lot of things to me, Captain, but cheap sentiment isn't one of them.
I am not shaking down anyone.
I am sharing what I've earned, the fruits of respect for my service.
If you'll agree to stop harvesting your precinct, I will let this pass with a "warned and admonished.
" So, same as yesterday.
What do you think, he bargains himself down? You can cloak this in any flag you want, but the fact remains, it is against our rules and a burden on merchants.
Who contribute gladly.
Have you even asked them? Captain, I am not going any further down this rabbit hole with you.
Take the offer.
Commissioner, Lieutenant, I appreciate the courtesy you've shown me, but I'm afraid I cannot accept your offer.
I'll see you in the trial room.
Trial room? Seriously? Sergeant, one more.
Officer.
Yes, Sergeant.
I think you forgot something.
You new here? Yeah.
- Transferred last week.
- From? Uptown.
The 5-1.
Okay, well, down here, we salute the front desk when we enter the command, per the patrol guide.
Okay.
What's your shield number? Officer.
Without looking at it, what's your shield number? What's your shield number? Hey! Hey, hey, stop that cop! Stop him! Hey, hey, you! Stop him! Badillo, get his gun.
Got it.
Hands behind your back.
You got cuffs? Hey, stay up here.
Mattresses, 50% off to police officers and first responders.
Four nights in Orlando, Florida, including airfare for the price of two nights, same.
Snowblowers, 50% off sticker, same.
I think we get it, Captain.
But, Your Honor, I still got a couple of d I said I think we get it.
So, you see my point? I see that discounts are advertised by select businesses to our police officers.
Commissioner Reagan? Your rebuttal? These merchants are offering these discounts.
It's a whole different ballgame when a cop is demanding one.
I don't demand.
The moment you show your shield and ask the price, it is an implied demand.
The moment a cop places his radio on that lunch counter, it is an implied demand.
I invite to a good cause.
Your Honor, this is a two-tiered, outdated system.
NYPD prohibits its officers from taking discounts offered on the job, and yet discounts are freely, legally available to our officers each and every day, so, which is it, Commissioner? I certainly admit there are discrepancies, and I thank Captain Terrell for pointing that out.
But it is not the prerogative of any officer to decide for herself that a rule is outdated, and so currently act as if it had been repealed.
The challenge to a rule or a law always comes before a change.
A pillar of effective policing depends on respect for the law as it stands, not by personal interpretation.
I have all I need.
I will forward my recommendation to the commissioner's office.
But I commend you for your advocacy.
- That and 50 cents.
- Pardon? Thank you, Your Honor.
Well, isn't this a pleasant surprise.
Well, you're very kind, but the reason for my visit is unpleasant.
And not much of a surprise, either.
You were expecting me? It's my job.
Please, take a seat.
Well, Garrett, I know you have seen what they've been saying about me on Square of the Centre and the family.
- Of course.
- And now they've dragged poor Anthony into it for no reason.
Not no reason, very good reason.
To demonstrate that even your closest friends have nothing nice to say about you.
Thank you, Garrett.
Hey, you knew what you were getting into when you threw your hat in the ring.
It's time to thicken that skin.
So, this is about me running for D.
A.
Probably.
And Crawford is behind this This underground smear campaign? Certainly was my first thought Okay.
So, what do we do? which usually means it was a dumb idea.
What? In politics, if you catch your mind moving in a certain direction, it's a pretty safe bet that someone wants it going that way.
Meaning whomever is doing this wants me to think it's Crawford.
- Exactly.
- So, it's not Crawford? Or it actually is Crawford.
Or it really is Anthony pretending not to be Anthony pretending to be Crawford.
Uh, you have me totally confused.
That's the point.
What am I supposed to do? - Let me look into it.
- In the meantime, I do what? - Absolutely nothing.
- I'm not very good at that.
You think I don't know that? It's the Reagan Achilles' heel.
Buffett was my first concert.
- You're a Parrothead? - Mm-hmm.
What's a Parrothead? - Yeah, my thought exactly.
- Come on.
Parrotheads are fans of Jimmy Buffett.
We are a very - proud breed.
- Oh! Whoa.
My first concert was Kiss at the Garden in 1983.
No, it wasn't.
It was Michael Jackson.
I got you the tickets.
No, actually, Dad, it was in fact Kiss at the Garden, before Michael Jackson, in 1983.
No, that's impossible.
You were, like, 11.
I was actually ten.
You snuck out.
- I did.
I'm sorry.
- Whoa! My first concert was 50 Cent.
No, your first concert was the Rolling Stones.
Your mom and I took you.
No.
My first concert was 50 Cent.
- Uh he snuck out.
- What? Whoa! - See, you reap what you sow.
- Thanks, Dad.
My first concert was Old Blue Eyes at the Paramount.
There was a band called Old Blue Eyes? - God help him.
- Frank Sinatra.
When singers actually could sing.
- There you go.
- Springsteen was my first.
The Tracks Tour.
Mom made me bring you instead of Gary Iannico.
I heard Gary dumped you after that.
No, I broke up with him.
That's not what he told me.
Black Album.
Jay-Z.
Madison Square Garden.
- I will never forget it.
- Wow.
- I was there.
- No, you weren't.
I was there, at the Garden.
I was there.
So was I.
Yeah, see? All right.
Dad, you're the only one who hasn't shared.
- What was your first concert? - Yeah, come on, Dad.
Well, you're not gonna believe it.
- I've never been to a concert.
- What? - You've never been to a concert? - That's not possible.
Everybody's been to a concert.
- That's not possible.
- Tell us you've never - been to a concert? - Nope.
Not the Stones Nope.
- Or Elton, Zeppelin? - Nope.
Not even after you married Mom? Well, you're mother and I preferred to make our own music.
Oh.
Oh! No! No.
- That's smooth, Dad.
- I don't want to know.
Yeah, I thought so.
There was a fake Rod Stewart making the rounds a few years back.
- You remember him? - No.
Walking in and out of restaurants and clubs on the arm.
He even got invited backstage to Hamilton.
Wow.
Surprised I didn't buy him dinner, too.
Come on, Danny.
I'm a detective first grade.
I can't be getting fooled by some local yokel.
- Detective Reagan.
- Yeah.
A Jimmy Buffett's looking for you? What? Detective Reagan? You again? You didn't have enough fun fooling me once? Listen, I know what you're thinking.
No, what I'm thinking is fool me once, shame on me.
Fool me twice, and I'm gonna throw you out of here on your ass.
So I came prepared.
I got a passport, driver's license.
Here.
Take a look.
It is Jimmy Buffett.
What do you know.
- Yeah, it really is me.
- Wow.
Yeah, but I heard you had a little problem with a a guy who was pretending to be me.
Yeah.
Yeah, he-he fooled me.
You think you could help me find him again? What, so you and him can have a little chat? Yes, that.
Yeah.
I'd love to.
You familiar with a woman named Ashley Adams? Uh, no.
I don't think so.
Should I be? - I know her.
- You do? Yeah, uh, she's one of the new interns.
Started a couple of months ago.
That's right.
Do you know how she got her job? Sure.
Uh, through a program we run with the local colleges.
Poly sci majors, that kind of thing.
Very good.
But she didn't have to go through all that trouble.
Do you know why? - Because she's the mayor's cousin.
- What? - Seriously? - And she's not poly sci.
She's computer sci.
Intern by day, hacker by night, which is why she was able to self-assign her IP to your log-ins.
I literally didn't understand one single word you just said.
I'll cut to the chase.
Neither of you are the target of this attack.
Okay, well, that's a relief.
My father is.
The negative press swirling around you two this week, not to mention the colorful smearings of the good Reagan name.
Great stuff for the mayor to have in his back pocket.
There she is.
- Where do you think you're going? - Hey, Anthony.
To send her packing.
Easy, big guy.
We want her to stay right where she is.
Wait.
We do? Sure we sure do, and when the time is right, we'll funnel false information back to her and the mayor.
Okay.
Now I'm interested.
Which is why she's to be made none the wiser that we're on to her.
I have to say, Garrett, I'm a little bit freaked out and a lot bit impressed.
Your father refuses to play politics.
It's why he has me.
Hey, it's cranking out there, huh? Hey, I'd be happy to take you to my favorite spot.
Oh, that's okay.
Nah, it's too much trouble.
And plus, who's gonna run the store? Oh, man, I'll close up.
Hey, it's 5:00 o'clock somewhere, right? Yeah.
All over the world, huh? Hey, Dickie.
Got someone I'd like you to meet.
Dickie Delaney.
Hi, Jimmy.
Boy, you've really gone too far this time.
- I'm sorry.
- You tried to scam a cop.
What the hell were you thinking? I swear, I didn't know he was a cop.
I didn't.
- Tell him.
- It's true.
He didn't know.
No excuse.
You need to pay him for the dinner.
That's all I have.
- I don't want it.
- Take it.
I'm good for the rest of it.
And you, take a year off.
Understand? Yes, Jimmy, I understand.
How's the family? Oh, they're good.
Yeah, Maria finally got engaged to that boyfriend.
- About time.
- Yeah.
Give 'em my best.
I will.
Come here, Chief.
And you get your ass back to Georgia and stay there.
Yes, sir.
Exactly how long has this been going on? Mid-'80s, give or take.
And you're okay with it? Yeah, you know, couple of days a year, he can run out, play me, and have a blast.
The rest of the time, he lives a very hard life.
For all that I've been given, if I can't show a little mercy, who would I be? You're a good man, Jimmy Buffett.
- Good to see you, Detective.
Take care.
- You too.
Hey, those vintage boards Can you show me those? Oh, this one? Yeah.
Right here.
What do you think is that me? You asked for a day to think, and he gave it.
And I appreciate that.
You asked for your day in court, and you got it.
Yes.
And the court found for the PC.
Now, we're fresh out of breaks here, Captain.
Will you cease and desist in exchange for the warning? - What part of the - Sid.
Give us the room.
Boss? Thank you.
Would you please have a seat? What's the real reason? I feel it my duty to give back What's the real reason? I was hoping it wouldn't come to this.
It has.
I am a Black woman whose sense of pride and purpose in my job as a cop is shot.
The disrespect and suspicion that even my friends and family treat me with nowadays has ground me down.
I take off my uniform at the end of my tour, and I'm still wearing it in their eyes, like I'm some kind of traitor.
What I'm able to do for those vets To bring them the stuff I can get for them because I wear the uniform Is the only reason I can put it on each day.
Please don't say, "I can't expect you to understand.
" Give me that.
Okay.
Your excellent point in the trial room was that deep discounts are widely available to cops.
Discounts, not handouts.
Yes.
So get discounts.
No more handouts.
How big a discount? Do I look like your sales manager? No, sir.
That is all, Captain.
- Anderson.
- Here, Sarge.
Just a quick minute.
The other day, a police impersonator came through those doors and tried to get access to our locker room.
Turns out this impersonator entered the locker rooms of numerous precincts throughout the city and stole two guns.
Needless to say, IAB is swarming those precincts now.
Thanks to Sergeant Reagan bringing back the desk salute, that will not happen here.
Here, he was collared.
As you were.
Officer Badillo.
Here, Sergeant.