Blue Bloods s12e13 Episode Script

1 (INDISTINCT CHATTER) MAN: You always getting paid, but you never want to pay for weed.
Yo, hold up.
Whose man's this? Hey, man.
Yo, you lost? Yo, where you headed? Maybe we can help you out.
Why don't you just back the hell off? (LAUGHTER) MAN: Tough guy over here, right? Yo, he's a piggy.
Yeah, he's definitely lost.
You want to try something? Yeah, I didn't think so.
You ain't the only one packing around here.
You be careful, piggy.
Watch yourself.
(SCREAMS) Let's go! Come on! Sid.
How is he? Not good.
He'll be lucky if he makes it through the night.
Any leads? Apparently, Detective O'Neill flashed his shield to a group of guys.
But times have changed, and instead of the usual lip, they gave him a savage beatdown.
Son of a bitch.
His wife Sarah.
Commissioner Reagan.
Mrs.
O'Neill, uh I'm so sorry.
How are you holding up? Better than my husband, but barely.
You have to find who did this.
I promise, we will.
When? As quick as 35,000 of us can.
So, very quickly.
I take it you'll be holding a press conference? When we know more, yes.
I'd like to speak at it.
I need to speak.
Well, I know you're upset.
And you ought to be.
How many cops have been injured, or killed on the job this year? How many more will be before these cop haters have had enough blood? When we have something to report, I promise you I will hold a press conference.
Right.
Everything by the book.
Even sympathy for the victim and his family.
(SIGHS) I've been where you are.
For what it's worth, I know what it's like to feel so helpless.
I don't feel helpless.
I feel mad as hell.
Who steals from a bookstore? That's not just any bookstore.
It's Abenthy and Daughters.
You've heard of it? It's a New York institution.
Oh, thank God you're here.
Officer Janko.
This is Officer Badillo.
I take it you're one of the daughters - the store's named after? - Yes.
I'm sure Dad's turning over in his grave as we speak.
Uh, well, what happened? Uh, well, I came in this morning and found the place completely ransacked.
It's a disaster.
- They hit up the register? - Worse.
They raided our rare book section upstairs.
Come, I'll show you.
Oh, please, don't touch anything.
Our evidence collection team will be in to process all this.
This is my brother Charlie, and my sister Lila.
Finally.
We called almost an hour ago.
- That's not helping.
- You know what would have? You locking the door last night.
- I did.
- ALICE: Please, guys.
JANKO: It was change of tour when the call came in.
Do you know which books have been stolen yet? For starters, A Farewell to Arms, The Great Gatsby, Finnegans Wake.
All first edition, first impression? All what? Yes.
All true firsts.
(WHISTLES) And Finnegans Wake was signed.
That's some museum-level stuff.
I mean, those three alone are worth over six figures.
CHARLIE: Yeah, you're spot-on.
And that's just the tip of the iceberg, as Mr.
Hemingway would say.
LILA: We were already struggling to stay afloat.
After this, what are we gonna do? I-I don't know.
Please, you've got to help us get them back.
We'll do what we can.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER) Hey, Anthony.
Oh, hey.
What are you doing here? Uh, getting coffee.
Oh, right.
Of course.
Uh I didn't realize you came to this place.
Yeah, just when I'm running late.
Oh, uh, I'm sorry.
Uh, this is Yelena.
Uh, Yelena, Erin Reagan.
Nice to meet you.
Oh, the pleasure's all mine.
Anthony told me all about you.
Oh, has he? Uh, Yelena is a friend.
Uh, we were just catching up before I headed into the office.
Well, how nice.
Where are you from? Right now? New York.
But I'm a bit of a nomad.
Can't stay in one place too long.
Mm.
How romantic.
Oh, wow, I-I just realized I'm late for a meeting.
- Oh, with whom? - Uh, I have to debrief, uh, A.
D.
A.
, uh, Friedman about a background check that I ran for her.
Uh, we'll see you at the office.
It was nice to meet you.
You, too.
(SIREN WAILS) Oh.
If it isn't our old friend Bugs.
- Detectives! - What do you got for us today? Oh, little wicker chair, maybe a yoga mat for the lady.
We're gonna need something larger than that, my friend.
Well, it's pretty quiet.
Y'all been doing a good job keeping the streets safe.
We let you stay on the street in exchange for information.
Or did you forget about the three times we arrested you for possession? Why you keep bringing up old stuff? I have no info.
Ain't nothing but clean living over here.
Hey, hey, hey! Hey, what you doing? Just seeing what else you got for sale.
Well, check this out.
This is LL Cool J's radio.
How about that? This LL Cool J's, too? That's confectioners' sugar.
I'm into baking.
I do a lot of baking.
We're gonna have to take a ride, my friend.
All right, wait, wait, wait, wait.
I might, I might have heard something.
Oh, now he wants to talk.
Yeah, a little too late for that.
I'm sorry.
- Turn around.
- Okay.
All right.
It's a big one.
Boss, I swear.
- What? What? - (CHUCKLES) I know about that cop that got his ass whupped.
All over TV? Detective O'Neill? Oh, is that what his name is? What do you know about him? Turns out, he's not the angel we all thought he was.
You don't just get popped for being a cop in the streets.
He was in deep with them gangs.
The Dead Twins.
You've got some imagination.
I'm serious, Delicious.
I-I mean, Detective.
DANNY: So you want us to believe one minute ago you knew nothing, now you suddenly know about the most high-profile crime in the city? Brain fart, but yeah, I know.
Harold would've loved it.
It was a beautiful service.
It was.
He was the best chief of staff I could've wished for.
You doing okay, Pop? Yeah, I'm fine.
I'm fine.
Excuse me.
Are you Henry Reagan? - Yes.
- I'm Ellie, Harold's granddaughter.
I just wanted to say hi.
Hi, Ellie.
Jamie Reagan, grandson.
Thank you both for coming.
I used to love hearing the stories of the two of you.
Harold and Henry, two peas in the One PP pod.
I used to love hearing them, too.
Though I didn't believe half of them.
- They were all true.
- It's hard to believe he's gone.
He was in such good health.
He didn't drink, he didn't smoke.
Went for runs every day.
Doesn't seem fair.
I always used to tell him, "Take it easier.
" We lose too many men to heart attacks out for a run.
Oh, uh, he didn't have a heart attack.
- He didn't? - That's what we thought, but the M.
E.
said that his heart was fine.
It looks like he fell and hit his head.
We're very sorry for your loss.
Uh, yes.
If there's anything - we can do, j-just ask us.
- I will.
Thank you.
What is it, Pop? Do you really think he just tripped and fell? You don't? I don't know.
- So? - So chain of command-wise, I probably should be talking to Lieutenant Gormley.
But you're not? No, because when it comes to a cop in question, Lieutenant Gormley tends to go deaf, dumb and blind.
Well, some of the time.
Okay.
And, look, it may be nothing, but I had an informant in the interrogation room for three hours.
Claims Detective O'Neill is a dirty cop.
And you believe him? He could be making it up to save his own ass.
Yeah, but something got your attention.
Like I said, three hours in the box.
He stuck to his story, Dad.
(SIGHS) So, dirty how? Allegedly, Detective O'Neill is in business with a gang called the Dead Twins.
My C.
I.
didn't give me the how or the why.
Something track for you? Well, things haven't exactly been adding up around Detective O'Neill.
Like, what was he doing in that neighborhood that night.
I heard he was working undercover in narcotics.
Yeah, he was working undercover, but his C.
O.
said there was no reason that he should be there.
No other leads? (SIGHS) Nope.
Well, if it walks like a duck.
Maybe someone else saw him flash his shield and took him out.
Hmm.
Maybe.
Or it's like what your C.
I.
said.
Everyone's calling him a hero cop, Dad.
What if he turns out to be the opposite? (SIGHS) Let me worry about that.
I'll follow it down wherever it leads.
All this and the guy may never wake up.
(SIGHS) (SIREN WAILS) BADILLO: I've always found the antiquarian book world fascinating.
You're angling for a spot in major case as the art theft expert or something? Maybe there are some things you just don't know about me yet, Janko.
Like, you moonlight as Nic Cage in National Treasure? Like, my dad used to read me Lord of the Rings every night before bed when I was little.
I've loved books ever since.
You're serious? What? I just didn't see that for a badass cop from East Harlem.
Reading was my way of escaping where I grew up.
Becoming a cop was how I dealt with it.
Which is why I want to help them.
We've done our part.
Major case has it from here.
I talked to Detective Gallagher.
He'd like us to assist.
Would he, really? Turns out he'd like us to go back and make sure we didn't miss anything in our initial interview.
Are you cool with that? I guess it wouldn't hurt to go back and check in on them.
Just returning the Adams file.
Just put it anywhere, thanks.
So, uh Yelena, huh? What about her? She's your, uh, "friend"? Yep.
How did you two meet? Through family, years ago.
- Come on, Anthony.
- What? You can't even look at me when you're saying that.
I'm busy.
I bet you are.
What, is she half your age? Erin, you have no idea what you're talking about.
And now I got a 1:00 p.
m.
deadline on this thing.
Look, I'm just concerned.
Seriously? Yeah.
You remember what happened with the girl you met on Tinder? What the hell does that got to do with anything? Well, you have been taken advantage of before.
I'm not being taken advantage of.
Now just let it go.
(DOOR OPENS) (DOOR CLOSES) Ah, there you are.
- What's all this? - Thanks for coming.
I need your help investigating Harold's murder.
Murder? That's right.
You think Harold was murdered? Well, I know he didn't just trip and fall while he was out taking a run.
Sure you're not getting a little ahead of yourself on this one, Pop? What are you talking about? This isn't just your way of coping, or? This is not me coping.
Y-You're calling it a murder based on nothing but your gut instinct? Jamie, I was in law enforcement for 60 years.
I think my gut instincts are pretty damn good.
Of course it is.
I'm just saying, the fact this guy was your friend, maybe it's clouding your judgment.
Eh, ye of little faith.
Who's Chris Kelly? A violent mobster that Harold put away some 30 years ago.
The parole board released him one week before Harold was killed.
He was released in New York? Yes, he was.
That's not nothing.
It sure as hell isn't.
So, are you gonna help me investigate this or not? Let's go.
You're gonna give up your source on Detective O'Neill or we're gonna give you over to Rikers Island.
How's that sound? I told you I don't remember.
- You don't remember? - You know how you be, like, hearing things sometimes, but you can't remember who, like, said it? That's what's going on right now.
Do you hear these things before or after you shove all that stuff up your nose? Before! I mean, I-I don't shove things up my nose, you know? - (SNIFFLES) It's bad for you.
- Or maybe you just made the whole thing up, huh, Bugs? I swear I didn't.
Because the Dead Twins would want you to know all about the most high-profile crime in the city.
You, Bugs, of all people.
(EXHALES) I'm telling you the truth.
You're not telling enough of the truth.
Now give us a name or I'm gonna call the D.
A.
and add obstructing to your list of charges.
- For a little booger sugar? - No, for a whole lot of booger sugar.
See, this is what you get for helping pigs.
Uh, "cops.
" Cops.
No, this is what you get for lying to the cops.
Now give us a name.
Clock's ticking.
- Time's up.
- All right.
All right.
Name! Marcus.
Who the hell is Marcus? He's my brother.
Her full name's Yelena Popova.
31 years of age.
Born in Moscow, Russia.
She moved to the U.
S.
at age ten.
Initially resided in Brighton Beach, Brooklyn and then moved around a lot.
Lived in five different states by the time she was 18.
Any criminal history? No, but her old man is serving life for a double homicide.
- No kidding.
- Yeah.
Looks like he was Russian mob.
Offed a couple rivals about 20 years ago.
Any signs she's in the life? Not that I can tell, but she was certainly surrounded by it.
What do you like her for? Escort? Uh, a con, maybe.
I don't know.
Thanks, Joe.
(SIGHS) (KNOCKING ON DOOR) Hey, it's me.
Open up.
Go away, Bugs.
I don't have any handouts for you today.
Hello, Marcus.
You sure he's your brother? Half brother.
Who are you? Detective Reagan, and my partner Detective Baez.
We got a few questions.
Are you kidding me right now? They just want to know about the cop who got his ass dragged up the block.
- Shut up.
- All right.
Look, we can stand out here if you want so the whole neighborhood can see.
Come on.
After you.
(DOOR CLOSES) Look, I don't know anything about any cop.
That's not what you told me.
You said he was on the take.
- I told you to shut up.
- You right.
You know, it sounds to me like you do know - something about Detective O'Neill.
- How would I? Bugs says you're involved with the Dead Twins.
I got out of the life years ago.
Got a wife and kids now.
So you were in the life? You're trying to convince us the Dead Twins never come by their old stomping grounds and chat about business? MARCUS: If they did, I'd keep quiet about it.
That'd be the smart thing to do.
Well, too bad your half brother isn't as smart as you are.
Hey, hey.
Hey.
Look, he's going to jail if you don't help him.
Come on, it's just us here.
Look I overheard that cop was working with the Twins but overstepped himself.
Okay, well, Bugs already told us that much.
You got to know a little bit more.
There's a guy named Tee.
- Tee.
- He used to be the head enforcer for the Twins.
He just got out of jail.
He one of the guys who beat up O'Neill? That's all I got for you.
(SIGHS) The antiquarian book world is small.
You think whoever did this is a part of it? They knew exactly which books to go for, and where to find them.
So, yeah.
And they've definitely been here before.
So have thousands of other people.
Do you have a list of dealers you've worked with? You know, people who might have bought for you and would know your inventory? We gave that to the detectives already.
And shouldn't I be talking to them instead of you? We're here on Detective Gallagher's behalf.
Yeah he's a real stickler.
He didn't think our initial statements were detailed enough.
- Yeah.
- So, can we get that list? Got it on the computer.
Just curious, out of all the books that were stolen, did any strike you as odd? - Odd? - Any that stuck out? Didn't quite fit in with the rest.
Actually, there was one.
A copy of Watership Down.
A classic, don't get me wrong, but worth a fraction of what the others were.
Now that you mention it, Dad won that at auction in a heated bidding war with Robert Blauner.
Who is that? A private collector.
It set off something of a feud between them.
(CHUCKLES): Any idea where we could find this guy? Uh-huh.
I'm really sorry to bother you.
Not at all.
What did you want to ask me about? Your grandfather Harold, he used to run regularly, right? Every day.
And did he run the same route every day? I guess he was a man of routine.
- Mm-hmm.
- He'd start at Kellogg's Diner and run the loop through Prospect Park.
And other people knew about this routine? I guess.
Why are you asking? Did he ever mention a guy named Chris Kelly? That's the perp Grandpa used to tell stories about.
- Mm-hmm.
- And I remember him in particular because they used to write each other letters.
Letters? Kelly would write them from jail? I guess it was some sort of rehabilitation program or something? I I thought it was creepy.
What's this about, Jamie? Just trying to help my own grandfather find some closure.
GARRETT: And did you know Sarah O'Neill appeared with the PBA president, and mostly talked about why you haven't held a press conference yourself.
We're just not there yet.
Well, you never should've agreed to let her appear with you.
I didn't agree to.
I just didn't hit her with a hard no.
(LAUGHS) Same thing.
No, it's not, Garrett.
She was 20 feet away from her husband who was broken in 50 places.
A hard no had no place there.
GORMLEY: I don't see what the big deal is, anyway, Garrett.
She's probably still in shock.
She gets that discount.
And we look all zipped-lipped about her hero husband.
And by "we," you mean me.
This office.
What's going on? GORMLEY: The investigation is still inconclusive.
That's what's going on.
But conclusive enough to know bringing her up to speak to Frank is a no-go? - He didn't say that.
- He didn't say anything.
(SCOFFS) What are you not telling us about Detective O'Neill? There is nothing not to tell.
You got some kind of beef with this guy? Sid, easy.
There's a way these things usually go and this ain't it.
We are sifting through conflicting stories.
Who's we? Because we all seem to be in the dark.
Before I order it, I'm just gonna ask it.
Just please, sit tight.
And quit assuming the worst about one of our guys.
I'm not assuming anything.
Garrett, I know you are just doing your job.
But so am I.
And mine has the priority.
Understood.
I could reach out to the wife.
Purely personal, "Been there, I know how you're feeling, and so does the PC.
" (SIGHS) Thank you.
(SIGHS) What do you got, Bugs? Well, I asked around, real quiet like you asked me, and I figured out where Tee is.
Okay.
Where is he? In the courtyard in the middle of the housing projects.
Just sitting there by himself? Sitting there by himself.
And you're sure that's what he looks like? Yep, the spitting image.
I saw him with my own two.
Okay.
Get out of here.
He's alone.
We may not get a better shot at him.
Let's go.
(WHISTLES) Get back! They're gone.
They knew we were coming, Danny.
That's 'cause Bugs set us up.
Come on.
(SIREN WAILS, TIRES SCREECH) No - Beat it.
- All right.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Son of a bitch.
- You set us up.
- No, I didn't.
- No, no, no.
- You led us right into an ambush.
I didn't know, I swear.
I swear I didn't know.
Then how'd they know we were coming? All I did was ask for Tee.
One of the homeboys said he was gonna be in the courtyard all day.
In the courtyard all day waiting to ambush us! I don't know, maybe he was out there for some fresh air.
Fresh air? It's January, moron.
There is one other person who knew we were coming.
That's right.
Your brother knew we were coming.
My brother.
What you think, my brother did it? Come on.
You're not thinking smart.
- Y'all better than that.
- Maybe your brother did tip them off.
Maybe he's still in the life.
Let's take a ride and find out.
- Come on.
- All right.
Why did the banana go to the doctor? - Why did the banana go to the doctor? - 'Cause he wasn't peeling well.
O'NEILL: Take it easy.
I'm a little weaker than I used to be.
Okay.
Well (IMITATES MONKEY, LAUGHS) Hey, I love you guys.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Be good to your mother.
(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE) Hello.
How can I help you, Officer? Are you Chris Kelly? - Yes, sir.
- I'm Sergeant Reagan.
I was wondering if I could talk to you for a minute.
Come on in.
(DOOR CLOSES) What can I do for you, Sergeant? Harold Walsh passed away last week.
The morning he died, he met with you at Kellogg's Diner.
I checked the security footage.
That's true.
We had coffee together.
An hour before he died.
(SOFTLY): Yeah.
God rest his soul.
What did you two talk about? - The Mets, mostly.
- You get out of jail and five days later you have coffee with the guy who put you in there.
An hour later, he's dead.
I got that right? You think I had something to do with his death? Look, I'm the last person in the world who'd want to hurt him.
Why's that? He's the reason I'm here at all.
When I was in prison, one of the programs I was in involved writing letters to the people that I hurt.
Making amends, that sort of thing.
All right, but you-you wrote letters to Harold instead.
Yeah, well, the victim's fam (SIGHS) Tommy's family wouldn't take my letters.
But Harold did.
Look, I was just a kid, working as an enforcer for the mob.
19 years old.
They'd send me out to tune people up for insurance money.
One time, it went too far.
Harold was the only person who gave me a second chance.
He even talked to the parole board on my behalf.
That's part of why you got released? Like I said, he's the reason I'm here.
Mm-hmm.
I bought him coffee that morning because it was the only thanks I could offer.
You got an alibi for where you went after the diner? I was at the laundromat around the corner.
They have cameras.
You okay if we talk for a little while? Of course.
I checked, uh, your file.
You got a spotless record and, uh, the highest number of collars in your narcotics team.
Lot of being in the right place at the right time.
But the thing is, most of the collars are gang members.
It's narcotics, gangs are mostly who we deal with.
Yeah, I know that, but see, here's the real thing.
All those gang members are rivals of the Dead Twins.
I want to know what you were doing in that neighborhood that night.
I was working overtime.
That's not what your C.
O.
said.
(SIGHS) The truth is, I used the Twins.
They'd give me dirt on their rivals and I'd get more bad guys off the street, and that's a good thing.
So, maybe you tipped off the Twins about an investigation or two, or maybe you gave them a heads-up about the cops and where they might be at any given time? No, of course not.
Okay.
Did you take any money from them? I want the truth, Pete.
Yes.
(SIGHS) I knew it was a mistake.
That's why I was in that neighborhood that night.
To return the cash and tell them I wouldn't work with them anymore.
That's why the beatdown.
I guess they were sending a message.
Not just a message, a hard truth.
You don't get to just walk away from that life.
(SCOFFS) (EXHALES) - I'm sorry I let you down.
- Nah.
Doesn't matter about me.
But your wife, your kids.
Your fellow cops.
Look I'm off the job, and they're saying I'm probably not gonna walk again.
So I paid for my sins, right? I mean, you don't got to say anything, right? Why punish my wife and kids? I just disappear.
ABETEMARCO: Hey.
I'm gonna head out if you don't need anything else.
Wow.
You're all dressed up.
You look great.
I got a dinner later.
Okay, well, go.
Have fun.
See you tomorrow.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER) (SIGHS) You remember that book collector Lila mentioned? The one who was feuding with her dad? - Yeah.
What about him? - Well, he was down at a book fair in Florida when the robbery happened.
He had a book stand and everything.
- So he clears.
- Which leaves us with exactly nada.
Maybe we should just send what we have to major case, enjoy our beer.
Maybe.
What? I checked the title on the bookstore.
Only the daughters are listed as owners.
It's kind of in the name.
Yes, but the store used to be called Abenthy's.
The old man changed the name to Abenthy and Daughters a few years back.
Well, that's a little weird.
Maybe Charlie got left out of some of the inheritance.
I mean, the way the books were knocked over in parts of the store where nothing was stolen? The way the front door was conveniently unlocked.
Whole thing felt kind of funny to me.
Maybe.
And Charlie was the one who locked up that night.
Yeah, but he doesn't seem like the type.
You're onto something here.
But you don't think it's Charlie.
I think it's the sisters who are gonna lose their store.
It's Lila who turned us on to the Blauner guy.
Like she was trying to get us to look the other way.
Mm-hmm.
Insurance fraud for books that are worth that much, it's a lot of jail time.
Let's let them know how much.
See who sweats.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER) Okay.
You be careful.
- YELENA: Thank you.
- Take care.
What the hell are you doing here? Uh, just having a drink.
Did you follow me from the office, Erin? Seriously? I did.
And then you camped out here and spied on me for our whole dinner? I'm sorry.
I did.
And you didn't think I was gonna notice? I'm a detective.
I just wanted to make sure you were okay.
Okay? Why the hell wouldn't I be okay? I did a background check on Yelena.
She has mob ties.
Her father is currently serving a life sentence.
This has con written all over it.
You're unbelievable.
Yeah, I know her dad's in jail.
You do? Yeah, because I'm the one that put him there.
You did? Yelena was just a kid at the time.
No one thinks about what happens to the children that these criminals leave behind.
But they're just as much victims as anyone else.
So I always made it a point to check up on her to make sure that she was doing all right.
That's all this is.
So why didn't you just tell me that? Yeah, because I know how it looks, me associating with the daughter of a criminal.
It's weird.
Yeah.
And you know what else, Erin? Because it was none of your business.
I'm sorry.
Yeah.
You said that already.
Just let me, let me talk, man.
I told you not to come around here anymore.
I just want to talk, bro.
That's all you do! Talk and talk and talk.
You're gonna get us both killed.
Or maybe you'd like to get us both killed.
Is that the idea? Detectives, w-what are you guys doing here? We thought we'd come by to thank you, for the tip you gave us.
Yeah, you know the one that led us right into an ambush? I didn't have a choice.
The Twins knew you came around.
If I didn't help them, they'd come after me instead.
Or maybe you're not really out of the life after all.
I am, I swear.
I got kids, man.
What's wrong, you nervous about something? - What? No, no.
- Are you nervous about something? Was anyone else inside there? Some other guys.
I didn't really get a good look.
- Let me check.
- No, don't go back in.
Don't (GUNSHOT) (GUNFIRE) Turn around! On your face! Turn around! - (SIREN WAILS) - Keep your hands where I can see them.
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER) It's okay, you're gonna be okay.
(GRUNTS) You did good, Bugs.
You're crazy, but you did good.
This is a blend of Merlot, Syrah and Cabernet.
It's fruit-forward, but still dry.
Since when are you two into wine? - Yeah.
- We joined a club.
- Ooh.
- JAMIE: We get different bottles - every month.
- Mm-hmm.
It's what couples do when they get bored with each other.
(LAUGHTER) Cheers, everyone.
ALL: Cheers.
Cheers, cheers, cheers.
Mmm.
- HENRY: Mmm.
- What do you think? It's, um, interesting.
You hate it.
ERIN: I don't hate it.
I just don't get it.
It's wine.
DANNY: Well, we know this much.
- It's definitely red.
- HENRY: Yes.
And it's definitely wine.
That.
I'm getting notes of alcohol.
- DANNY: Yeah.
- (LAUGHTER) Well, how about chocolate or nutmeg? FRANK: Oh, come on.
You really think you can taste all that? Yeah.
You don't even know what nutmeg is.
- Never mind what it tastes like.
- SEAN: Let's see.
Okay, take it easy.
Oh - Hey, hey, hey.
- Okay.
- (ALL GROANING) - All right.
Enough, enough.
I was doing more research.
DANNY: Yeah, I'm gonna research you.
Don't you guys think that expensive wine is a scam? DANNY: Of course it's a scam.
It's just a bunch of grapes.
Yeah, over 80 bucks a bottle, my taste buds don't have a clue.
Well, thanks, guys.
Yeah, you're welcome.
There were those guys who put cheap wine in vintage bottles and sold them for a fortune.
No one could taste the difference.
Even fooled some experts.
No surprise there.
Sometimes you guys are all so cynical.
Hey, we've seen all the angles.
Not everyone is out to get you all the time.
You know that, right? Yeah, but it doesn't hurt to cover all the bases.
Hope for the best but plan for the worst.
JAMIE: Yeah, but sometimes that mentality makes you see ghosts.
The day I see ghosts is the day I am one.
And I would say we're more skeptics than cynics.
Well, you all could stand to look on the bright side every once in a while.
Which is difficult to do when you see what we all see every day.
Yeah, and there's only so much that you can unsee.
We may be cynical, but, hey, we're still all here in one piece.
Wow.
Is this still about a free bottle of wine? Well, look, Eddie's right.
It's a good thing to look for the light - at the end of the tunnel.
- DANNY: Mm-hmm.
HENRY: Yeah.
In case the train's coming right at you.
(LAUGHTER) What? Anthony.
Can I talk to you, please? - I'm busy, Erin.
- Please.
Look, I want to apologize.
I-I know what I did was out of bounds.
It was weird and paranoid.
And I think maybe you need a vacation.
Well, maybe you're right, but I just want to make it up to you.
Maybe take you and Yelena out for a drink? Look, Erin (SIGHS) I know your heart was in the right place.
I just think maybe it's best if you and I took a little space.
A little space? Look, you're my best friend and I know you were just looking out for me.
But best friends don't follow one another to dinner.
And they listen to each other.
I'm really sorry.
You know, we're all damaged goods in this line of work.
I just think we should keep things strictly professional between us for a while.
You know, take a step back.
If-if that's what you want.
Uh That's what needs to happen.
Okay.
I understand.
Good.
Okay, well, I guess I'll see you around.
(KEYS CLINK) Officers, I was just closing up for the day.
Mind if we have a word first? Uh, yeah.
Uh, you want to talk to my sisters? Uh, actually, all three of you.
Are you aware that insurance fraud of this magnitude is a Class C felony? - What are you talking about? - Just a hypothetical.
If one of you stole the books yourselves to fence them, to collect the insurance money, you'd be looking at five years minimum.
That is absolutely ridiculous.
This is a famed New York institution.
That's going under, right? You sent us on a goose chase after Robert Blauner.
You care to explain that? I just answered your questions.
And what about you, Charlie? It's come to our attention that you and your father had a falling out.
And why are you asking about that? JANKO: Well, apparently, he left the store to your sisters and not you.
You were skipped over on the inheritance.
I don't see what that has to do with anything.
Charlie is as much a part of this store as either of us.
JANKO: Yeah, but maybe he didn't feel that way.
Maybe he thought he was owed something.
Do you have an alibi the night the robbery happened? I-I don't know.
We have a winner.
That's it.
Yeah, why don't you come down to the station? We're gonna ask you a few questions.
Wait.
He didn't steal them.
How do you know that? I-I just do.
What are you saying? What is she saying? She's saying she's the one who stole the books.
You stole from us? Where are they? I think I want a lawyer.
I think you need one.
(DOOR OPENS) I have Sarah O'Neill.
Want me to sit in? And the temperature? Still hot.
No.
But thank you.
Let me have her.
Thank you, Detective.
Please.
I'm fine standing, thank you.
Okay.
(SIGHS) I did appreciate Abigail reaching out.
Was that on your orders? No, that was her idea.
It's been almost a week and you still haven't said a word.
With or without me.
We have arrested the assailants and gotten full confessions.
I meant about my husband.
About heroism and service and gratitude.
Mrs.
O'Neill, look at me.
No, I mean really look at me, without the attitude, for a minute? Do you really think I don't care about my cops? Do you really think I don't care about your husband? I didn't say "care" Well, I do.
And I've handled this the best way I know how.
For who? You? For your family.
The best way to honor his sacrifice is with silence? Give me a break.
(SIGHS) There are but three people who know what happened that night.
There's me, but I don't seem to have any traction with you.
There's my son, who is a great detective but has the bedside manner of a pit bull.
And then there is your husband.
So, ask my husband.
Yes.
And then, if you still have questions about why I stayed silent, well my door is open.
(DOOR CLOSES) (SIGHS) Hey.
Hey, grab yourself a drink.
You got any more information on Chris Kelly? Yeah, his alibi checked out.
He's clean.
No, that can't be right.
You must've missed something.
I didn't miss anything, Pop.
Harold wasn't murdered.
Doesn't make any sense.
Why not? H-He didn't drink, he didn't smoke.
He was healthy.
I-It wasn't his time.
Somebody did this.
No one did this.
Sometimes there's no rhyme or reason to these things.
They just happen.
No, no, no.
It's not right.
Why should he be gone and I'm still here? We don't get to choose when our number gets called.
You know that better than anyone.
He was my protégé.
I used to call him "kid.
" I know.
It's not fair.
(CRYING SOFTLY) Are you okay? I don't know.
To Harold.
To Harold.