"So me and Frank were on patrol up in Harlem, the 2-5," "Oh, yeah." "and we see this building on fire..." "I remember..." "I remember that." "I don't." "No." "That's before you transferred in." "Anyway, this woman comes running up to us and she says "My baby's in there!" "My baby's in there""" "So Frank and I, we decide not to wait for the fire department." "We head right inside." "We get inside, it's smoky as hell, we're coughing and choking." "I manage to get this woman and her mother and the frickin' dog out into the street." "I run back inside." "What do I see?" "I see Frank coming down the stairs, through the flames, carrying a baby." "Now, he's almost out the door of the building when we hear somebody else screaming." "Well, yeah." "So I hand Lenny the kid and I head back upstairs." "I head out the door, and all of a sudden, there's all these photographers outside, snapping photographs of this white cop cradling a black baby." "The crowd is cheering," "Lenny's taking bows..." "Two minutes later, Frank comes stumbling out, covered in soot, helping this old man in his underwear." "Now, nobody wants to see a picture of an old man in his underwear with a cop holding him." "Well, maybe now they do, but..." "Wait." "It gets better." "So the next day, my picture is on the front page of every paper in the city." "They even used it for the recruiting poster." "Did I get a lot of women from that?" "Oh, yes, I did!" "Thank you, Frank." "What'd you name your sports bar in Florida?" "Well, I-I decided to keep it humble." "I called it The Hero's Den." "And what did you use as the logo?" "Well, the picture of me and the baby." "Iconic." "You know, somebody really should write all this down." "Write what down?" "These stories." "Well, maybe somebody already did." "Nobody did." "No, somebody did." "I put it all down." "Like in a diary?" "No." "Like in a book." "I wrote a book." "About us." "All the true stories." "It's called Back in the Day." "It's coming out in the fall." "You guys are gonna love it." "Am I in it?" "Of course you're in it." "You're not gonna like what you see, but you're in it." "I'm home!" "Hey." "How was your day?" "Same as usual." "Ridding the city of the forces of evil." "What's going on with you guys?" "I'm just helping Jack with his homework." "I got you sesame chicken from that new Chinese place." "Great." "You always order the best." "Aw, thanks, babe." "Where's Sean?" "Went up to read." "Play video games, more like it." "I think I'm gonna go upstairs, too." "What happened to your eye?" "What?" "Your eye." "You got a shiner." "Yeah, I got elbowed playing basketball." "It's no big deal." "Well, I'm gonna put up your dinner for you." "Okay." "Hey." "You know what's going on?" "I fell asleep on my Barcalounger." "What a way to wake up." "ADA Reagan." "Investigator Abetemarco." "Thanks for getting here." "Sure." "Why the call?" "Looks like a robbery gone bad." "Man was high as a kite, demanding money, then he just started shooting up the place." "What's it to us?" "Well, one of the victims was an investigator in your office" " Robert McQueen." "McQueen?" "Oh, man." "Detective?" "We found something that tested positive for blood." "It blended in with the wood grain, so we didn't see it initially, but it leads all the way from the bar area out into the street." "Could be where he got into his car." "Let's hope we have cameras out there." "You think it's the shooter's blood?" "Witnesses say McQueen got off one round at the suspect before he was killed." "Maybe it found its mark." "Yeah, well, you should check every hospital in the area." "Already on it." "So how can we help?" "You know why your man was in the bar last night?" "Is this his usual hangout?" "Nah, he wasn't much of a drinker." "Could have been working a case, then?" "The other Vic was a young woman, Jenny Egan." "She was with McQueen at the bar." "You think he was having an affair?" "I guess anything's possible, but... he's in Park Slope with his wife and kids." "Seems pretty happy to me." "Yeah, I was out at the house last week." "He worships the ground his wife walks on." "At least he did." "You want to make the notification?" "Well, it's actually his case." "I know, but you knew him." "And so did you." "Flip a coin?" "No." "We'll both go." "Ah, this is brutal." "♪ Blue Bloods 6x11 ♪ Back In The Day Original Air Date on January 8, 2016" "== sync, corrected by elderman == @elder_man" "♪ ♪" "Pop?" "How much did you cooperate on The Boys in Blue?" "Cooperate?" "I threatened to sue." "They got every detail of our investigation wrong." "The dialogue was ridiculous, the characters cartoonish." "But what happened?" "You threatened to sue;" "the book still came out." "Well, we made them fictionalize everything." "And then it turned into that horrible TV movie with Robert Conrad." "I kind of liked it." "Come on." "With these baby blues, only one actor could've played me:" "Paul Newman." "Right." "Dead ringers." "That what kept you up all night?" "My old partner, Lenny Ross, got it in his head to write a tell-all about the bad old days." "Lenny Ross." "How is he?" "Candid." "That bad?" "Well... how many times you tell a story and you leave a couple things out 'cause no one would believe it anyway if you left them in?" "Thousands." "Yeah, well, Lenny?" "He leaves everything in." "Everything." "Yikes." "That's a polite way of putting it." "Robert must've been meeting someone that night." "I'm gonna tell you this from experience, Erin:" "Nothing good happens in a bar after 3:00 a.m." "That's how I met my first wife, and I'm still paying for that one." "You checking your Facebook?" "I'm looking at the accounts of the other people in the bar that night;" "seeing if any of them were friends with McQueen." "Any luck so far?" "Nothing." "What about the other victim, Jenny Egan?" "Maybe she's got some photos of Robert on her page." "I don't think Robert's in that photo." "He could be deep background, by the water." "A little respect, Detective." "Hey, if we're not laughing, we're crying." "Keep scrolling." "Okay, Jenny's timeline." "Executive secretary at an accounting firm," "University of Michigan alum." "Oh, man." "Just got married six months ago." "That sucks." "Mitchell her maiden name?" "So what?" "Well, I've been going through" "Robert's other cases, trying to find some link, and that is ringing a bell." "Okay." "People v. Hoff Construction." "It was a bid-rigging case that our office was trying to bring last year." "And Jenny Mitchell is on the witness list." "Robert was the investigator." "That was about the Hurricane Sandy rebuild, who was getting the contracts." "Yeah, it didn't even make it to the grand jury." "One witness... had an accident." "The defendant disappeared, presumed dead." "I remember that." "Robert thought it was a mob thing." "Maybe Jenny had new evidence, someone stopped her from giving it." "Workable theory." "David Harris was the ADA on that." "He'll know." "Reagan." "Janko." "Get out of the bag and change back into your street clothes." "What's up, Detective?" "My boss cleared it with your C.O." "You two are gonna help us out on a case today." "Uh, doing what?" "We're looking for a guy named Roger Jeffers." "He's wanted in a series of home invasions." "It's his mother's birthday tomorrow, and..." "You want us to sit on her house?" "You get a gold star." "Here's a copy of the case file and some photos of Jeffers." "You'll relieve my guys at the end of their tour." "All right?" "You wanted a shot, Janko;" "now you got it." "What's he talking about?" "When'd you get so buddy-buddy with him?" "Oh, he was an instructor on that undercover course I took." "I been lobbying him to give us an assignment ever since." ""Us"?" "I know you don't like to put your name out there, so I did a little pushing." "What's the matter?" "You don't want in?" "No, it's fine." "Just check before you include me in something, okay?" "That book gets published over my dead body." "You haven't even read it, Garrett." "I read the coverage." "Simon  Schuster was kind enough to e-mail me the coverage and the sample chapter, and that's all I need to read." "Book's good." "The book's good?" "For Lenny Ross maybe, not you." "And how is this my call, Garrett?" "You have rights, Frank." "You never gave consent, you never sat down for an on-the-record interview." "They're portraying you as the lead actor in stories that are all but impossible to fact-check." "He's my friend." "He was my partner." "I do not want to go all legal on him." "And I hope you don't have to." "Hopefully, he'll listen to reason." "You don't know Lenny." "No." "I don't." "But what I do know is if that book gets published, you're handing your enemies a bat to beat you with." "With nails sticking out of the business end." "Oh, cut it out." "Are you kidding me?" "Poole?" "Potter?" "You just hold on!" "Every activist judge, community megaphone, left-leaning newspaper editor in the city is gonna go, "Hallelujah!"" "Oh, will you just hold it for a second?" "What?" "Aren't you winding me up here?" "I mean, just a little?" "Why would I do that?" "More trouble for me means more work for you." "Frank, look at me." "The truth is, if you let this go forward," "I won't have a lick of work to do, okay?" "All I'll be able to do is duck." "And you, too." "We were cops." "Young, single." "Throwing ourselves in our work at a time when this city might as well have been the Wild West." "That has a nice ring to it." "The book has a different ring." "Straight up." "Broadway Frank Reagan and his merry band of head-knocking, hard-drinking, stewardess-banging mad dogs." "There'd be no high moral ground left to you." "There'd be no coming back." "I know that." "I know you know." "What do I do?" "The lawyers are waiting for our go-ahead." "They want to push for an injunction." "Dad, Mom said I could play another game before I start all my homework." "First you're gonna tell me what happened to your eye." "Then you can play your game." "I already told you." "Can you turn it on?" "The truth this time." "Come on, I know when you're lying to me, Jack." "It's the downside to having an old man who's a detective." "Come on, tell me who hit you." "Dad, can you stop?" "Listen, I had plenty of fights in my day." "And I lost my share." "Okay, I'm just trying to help you here." "Now, tell me." "This kid's been cheating off me all semester, taking whatever he wants out of my lunch." "Calls it the "nerd tax""" "But you're not a nerd." "I wear glasses." "Actually read books." "That's all it takes with this goon." "Okay, why'd he clock you?" "Fed him the wrong answers on a test to mess him up." "Okay." "And?" "Then he found out and punched me in the schoolyard in front of everyone." "What advice did your mom give you?" "She wants to call the principal and get the parents involved and do peer-to-peer mediation, but I don't want to snitch." "Okay." "Is this kid big?" "Like, six-foot tall or bigger?" "Yeah, he's football-player big." "He's a psycho." "All right, then you don't want to fight him." "We got to come up with another way to get him to back off." "It's all I think about, Dad." "How?" "There's a thing that me and my friends did back in junior high to someone who bullied us." "What was it?" "If I tell you now, you got to promise me that you won't tell your mom." "L-Look, I promise." "Just tell me, please." "If a grinder like Dave Harris is missing a day of work, he must really be crushed about McQueen." "Well, I just hope he knows why Robert was in that bar that night." "Senator Harris." "Sorry to disturb you." "We're here to see David." "Oh, of course, of course." "Come in." "This is Inspector Abetemarco from the D.A.'s office." "How are you, sir?" "Pleasure." "I'm Erin Reagan." "Erin Reagan, of course!" "Of course, I know you." "I'm a great supporter of your father's." "How is David?" "Well, he's very shaky." "He and Robert were extremely close." "I've been afraid to leave him." "It's a terrible tragedy." "Mm." "It just seems like he was in the wrong place at the wrong time." "Maybe." "Are there any updates?" "Nothing yet." "It's ongoing." "Oh." "Oh, here he is now." "David, your colleagues are here." "How you doing, pal?" "Hey." "Is it all right if I take off now?" "Yeah, of course, Dad." "Go." "I'm going to stop by and see Robert's widow." "I think we're gonna take care of the funeral." "That's very nice of you." "Yeah." "It was a pleasure to meet you." "We'll see you." "Thank you." "Yes." "See you again." "David?" "You call me if you need me." "I've been on the phone with Carla all day." "She hasn't even told the kids yet." "She thinks that might make it too real." "She, uh, is absolutely devastated." "We all are." "Sorry, I got to take this." "Now, um, what's going on?" "You said this might be connected to the Hoff Construction case, of all things?" "Do you know of any new developments?" "There was no case left." "Uh, I have no idea why Jenny Egan would be meeting Robert at a dive bar in the middle of the night." "It's..." "Well, that was Connolly." "They think they located our shooter." "He died at St. Mary's Hospital." "So McQueen's shot found its target." "Looks that way." "You have an I.D. on him?" "Record a mile long." "Mob-connected." "You think it might've been a hit?" "Four people connected to the case have died so far." "It's a fair assumption." "Someone really doesn't want these people to talk." "That's for sure." "That Joint Operations Center is state-of-the-art." "Chicago and Los Angeles are the only other departments that have one." "There's pretty much nothing we can't do from up here." "Oh, it's very, very impressive." "Your, uh, your Detective Baker-- she's very pretty." "She married?" "Happily." "As are you, last you said." "Hey, just 'cause you already ordered doesn't mean you can't still look at the menu." "Can't look at the menu." "Except nowadays," "I need glasses and a brighter light." "No, but you look good." "Really good." "Not as good as me, but good." "Do you want something?" "You want coffee?" "Anything?" "Water?" "How about peanuts-- you got them?" "Peanuts?" "Yeah, for the elephant in the room." "Come on, Frankie, I know you." "You read the book the minute you got home." "And no call?" "Not a peep." "Tell me something, Len." "What'd you think I'd say?" "Well, I'd hoped that you'd be flattered." "Honored even." "No one loves going back there more than you." "Yeah, in a bar over drinks." "Why do you think we get a private room though?" "So no one else can hear." "Lenny, I got a granddaughter, grandsons." "What?" "What is it?" "The part about the two stews at the Hotel Oswald?" "We were young, single and off-duty." "Who cares?" "What does it matter?" "Look," "I'll take that part out if you want." "It's not that." "It's the whole thing." ""The whole thing"?" "Wow." "Just tell me something, Lenny." "Why'd you write it?" "And why'd you leave everything in?" "I want people to know what we did." "I'm proud of it." "This city was an ugly mess, and-and we took it back block by block." "But our methods were exactly what everybody is up in arms against now." "But, Frank, that was then." "How else could you read it?" "From where I sit?" "Every enemy I have-- and there's a line around the block-- will brandish your book as the bible of who I really am." "Was." "Too fine a point." "So... you're worried about what?" "That people aren't gonna think that you became top cop by immaculate conception?" "It's not about me." "Really?" "No, it's not." "It's about this office, not the man in it." "Look, Lenny, I..." "I'd love to give you my blessing, but I am certain that publishing your book will hurt this office." "I'm pretty certain you've been drinking a little too much of your own Kool-Aid." "That ain't fair." "You know what?" "This was just a courtesy." "Everything in that book was accurate." "I don't need your permission to publish it." "My lawyers say different." "Well, I have lawyers, too, Frank." "Maybe they should have a conversation in a private room." "I don't want it to go this way." "Me neither, brother, believe me." "But, hey... it is what it is." "I'll see you." "A burner phone was found in our shooter's pocket." "I want to have it dumped, get the call history." "Find out who might have ordered those hits?" "That's the idea." "Look, I kicked this upstairs, told them we wanted to continue the investigation..." "And they want you to back off." "That it had been referred to D.O.I." "Yeah." "How'd you know?" "I worked another Sandy construction case in Brooklyn." "And it never made it to the grand jury either." "What happened?" "They told me the same thing that they told you." "And I never heard about it again." "And I asked, believe me." "You think they're burying it?" "What the hell is going on here?" "The message is clear." "We're gonna be pissing off the wrong people." "I'm in if you are." "We're burying a friend tomorrow." "I don't think we have much of a choice." "Let's see who the shooter called." "We'll take it from there." "Hey." "Hey, you do what I said?" "You put the ipecac on his brownie?" "Yeah, the goon wolfed it right down." "Really?" "Did he even have time to make it to the john?" "Oh, no." "It was so gross." "He puked right there." "Yes!" "Huge crowd gathered." "And I said, "Everything come out all right""" "Boom." "Yeah, and then I said, "Find yourself a new nerd."" "Everyone was pointing, laughing." "Turns out I wasn't the only one he was all over." "I bet." "Yeah." "I'm really pleased about this." "Yeah, so am I." "Did he snitch or anything like that?" "Mm-mm, no." "He was too busy throwing up." "What's so funny, guys?" "Nothing." "Mm." "All right, well, where's the silverware?" "Come on, we don't eat with our hands." "Got to look at every detail." "Never know what's gonna be important." "We've been staring at the same block for the last eight hours." "It's getting important that I got to pee." "All part of detective work." "Yeah, the boring part." "Well, making big cases isn't boring." "And neither is the salary or the gold shield." "I can't wait to get a perp in the box, match wits, you know?" "Is that our suspect?" "Uh, I don't think so." "Roger Jeffers is at least ten years older." "But that is Mother Jeffers though, right on time for her shift at the hospital." "You wouldn't miss patrol at all, Eddie?" "Being out on the street?" "Uh, EDPs, the drunks, domestic calls?" "Honestly, I think the only thing that I would miss is hanging out with you." "Might as well call it in." "Roger Jeffers isn't showing his face tonight." "Not here anyway." "So what's up?" "You said you had something?" "Yeah, grab a seat." "You want a beer?" "I'm about to start my tour." "Okay, we dumped the shooter's burner phone." "Made four calls, one to the Chinese delivery, the other three to a mystery phone." "The last call an hour before the shooting." "Yeah, it turned out to be a pay phone outside of 5934 West End Avenue." "I know the address because we schlepped up there yesterday." "Who were you seeing?" "David Harris, the ADA." "The phone's right outside the duplex that he shares with his father." "You mean Stanford Harris?" "Yeah." "You know, we can't imagine why the shooter would have contact with either one of them, but maybe they were being surveilled." "David Harris might be a target because he was the agent..." "Wait a second, wait a second." "What case are you investigating here?" "Some kind of conspiracy?" "Look, there's four deaths connected to the Hoff Constru..." "'Cause my case was the double at McFane's Pub, and we solved that;" "that's a win." "Stanford Harris?" "Hit men?" "Why would you ever go down that hole?" "To find out what the hell is going on." "Hey, we lost a brother here, Connelly." "I know, but... the truth is, you have nothing." "Anyone on the planet could have picked up that pay phone." "Who the hell knows?" "Somebody say something to you?" "Say something?" "Yeah." "What do you mean by that?" "This is the first I'm hearing about it." "Look, Erin, nothing's gonna bring McQueen back." "And this is way above our pay grades." "I'm not risking my pension poking around, and neither should you." "Screw him." "He only cares about his own ass." "Yeah, well, he's right about one thing." "We take this on, we need much harder evidence than this." "I owe you an apology." "Wow." "Stop the presses." "You owe me an apology." "Imagine that." "I'm being serious." "We should have told you the truth about Jack's eye from the beginning." "It was just, he was scared that you would be... disappointed." "Mm-hmm." "He was scared I would be disappointed he lost the fight." "Then you were scared that I would fly off the handle, drag him out to the garage and prepare him for combat." "Mm." "But he did say that you... you gave him some really good advice." "You solved the situation in a constructive way." "Hmm." "Did he say how?" "He said it was between you two." "Hmm." "And I respect that." "I do, you know?" "Good." "Poor guy's been so miserable." "I'm just glad that you figured it out." "Me, too." "He's a good kid." "Hey." "I am sorry that I underestimated you." "It's okay." "Just don't let it happen again, or I'm gonna have to spank you next time." "Danny, we're on our way to church." "I said next time." "Get out of here." "What do you say is the most realistic cop story ever told?" "Let's see, most realistic cop story." "Guess I'd have to say Serpico." "Ah, movie or book?" "Both." "Book by Peter Maas, movie by Sidney Lumet." "I knew Serpico." "He really was that whiny and self-righteous." "Yeah, but he blew the whistle on some pretty nasty stuff." "Guy was a hero in his own way." "Well, that's 'cause he was played by Al Pacino giving us his most magnetic Pacino." "You're in the minority on that one, Pop." "Yeah?" "For me, The Onion Field was the real deal." "The New Centurions, too." "Mm." "Because they were both written by Joseph Wambaugh, a man who actually was on the job." "I say French Connection." "You got "Popeye" Doyle, realistic detective work, and the second best car chase in movie history, after Bullitt of course." "What about 21 Jump Street?" "What planet are you on?" "That's a comedy, genius." "And at least that movie came out this century." "Sean." "My favorite is actually a made-for-TV one." "Saw it when I was a kid." "Boys in Blue." "Boys in Blue?" "Yeah, Robert Conrad was chasing these jewel thieves in the Riviera, looking so cool in his turtleneck." " You know the one I mean?" " Know it?" "I lived it." "They got it all wrong." "What do you mean?" "That story was about me." "The Hotel Pierre heist." "I mean, Robert Conrad was my character?" "Come on." "I didn't know that." "They cast Robert Conrad to play you?" "That's not right." "You're telling me it's not right." "Yeah, they should've got someone more handsome at least." "Yeah, like, uh, Paul Newman." " Paul Newman." " Paul Newman." ""Baby Blues""" "Now, that would've been perfect casting." "Okay, Francis." "Very funny." "Very, very funny." "You'll get yours." "Okay." "So, basically, you gave out a few wood shampoos, rousted a few black and Latino gangs, fooled around with some girls and took meals on the arm." "Basically." "You ever kill anyone?" "Steal anything?" "Get strung out?" "No, nothing like that." "Well, then all this book says to me, then, is that you're like every other good cop I ever met." "Yeah, but I'm not just any cop now." "Look, Dad, you want an opinion, you should actually let us read the book." "Oh, you two aren't reading it." "Why not?" "Because there's personal stuff in there, too." "Your mom and me, battles I had with Pop." "Stuff I chose not to share." "And now I'm supposed to share it with the whole world?" "All due respect, sounds like you already made up your mind, so why ask us?" "Because him and Lenny are tight." "Were, back in the day." "Are, or you wouldn't be sweating it out." "I guess." "Sounds like maybe he stepped on the line." "Every cop's war story should be his to share or not share however he wants." "But he's still your friend, that's clear." "I know I wouldn't want my adventures out there for anyone and everyone to read." "That's for sure." "And I'm just me." "You're..." "you're you." "What's that supposed to mean" " I'm me?" "You're, like, you know, the Pope of cops." "Yeah." "Infallible." "CCTV footage from 5934 West End Avenue the night of the double." "Got a minute to watch?" "Of course." "Okay, the fourth and final call from the burner phone was made at... 23:36 hours." "I can't see his face." "Phone should ring right... now." "Stanford Harris?" "I don't get it." "Me neither." "Why would the shooter possibly have contact with Stanford Harris?" "And why would he have ordered the hits?" "It doesn't make any sense." "There might be a reason." "I mean, everything leads back to Hoff Construction, right?" "Stanford Harris has a connection to that." "Which was?" "After Hurricane Sandy, he led a delegation to Albany." "He secured three billion in state aid to repair damages." "And the bids Hoff Construction were accused of rigging were for the Sandy rebuild." "Did Stanford Harris control who got the contracts?" "Did he allocate the funds?" "I mean, he certainly has the juice." "For sure." "Seems like a conflict of interest at best to assign David, the son, to a corruption case where the father might be implicated." "Eh, Stanford's been pushing the kid up the ladder his whole career." "That was just one more move." "So David's role..." "David." "I, uh... guess we, uh, need to talk." "I'm, um..." "I'm gonna go call my lawyer." "♪ ♪" "David!" "David!" "What are you doing?" "!" "Give me..." "No!" "No!" "Give me..." "give me the gun!" "What the hell is going on?" "!" "Why would you ever want to do that?" "Oh, God." "Oh, my God." "Look at me." "Look at me, David." "Talk to us." "We already know everything, so you might as well just get it off your chest." "You slipped your father the confidential witness list on the Hoff case." "He took it from there." "I swear I didn't know anybody was gonna get hurt." "Robert McQueen was my friend." "I know his wife." "I know his children." "And, uh..." "Your father was covering up for kickbacks on three billion in Sandy aid." "That's what he didn't want to come out if the case went to trial." "He had four people killed, David, including McQueen." "You can't take the weight for that." "You want to save yourself?" "Yes." "Then you know what you have to do." "Mother Jeffers is running late tonight." "Maybe she changed her shift." "No." "Looks like she's just grabbing the next one." "All units, we got a 10-13 at Building 4, Parksdale Projects." "Officer needs assistance." "All units responding." "Parksdale Projects is, like, two blocks away." "We should take it." "Rivera told us to sit tight no matter what." "We should let someone else grab it." "Eddie, it's two days after the woman's birthday." "Roger Jeffers isn't gonna be showing up tonight." "Look at her;" "she's just going to work." "Repeat." "All units, 10-13." "It's a 10-13." "We're taking it." "Reagan!" "Detective?" "What do you got, Janko?" "Uh, Roger Jeffers' mom isn't wearing her nurse's uniform." "She might just be changing there, but I..." "I thought I should report it." "We call that a hunch." "Um, no, her-her bus is here now." "And she's getting on, as usual." "I'm gonna send a car to the hospital, see if she goes to work." "We'll keep you apprised." "Roger that." "Hey, what's going on?" "Everything okay?" "The 10-13 is a 10-90X." "Unfounded?" "The lady who called-- her father had a heart attack and the ambulance wasn't coming." "So she told 911 that a cop got shot in the stairwell." "And the cavalry came." "Her father live?" "Yeah, they saved him, but she's getting collared for falsely reporting an incident." "You can't just yell "fire" like that." "Yeah." "Detective Rivera?" "Mom got off two stops after the hospital, met her son here." "We got him." "Good eye and good cop instincts, Janko." "That's how you do it." "Thank you, Detective." "Where's Reagan?" "He stayed back at the house just in case she doubled back." "Good." "Really good work." "Meet me at the squad; you fill out the DD5, okay?" "Eddie!" "Jamie, we got him!" "We got Jeffers!" "I don't care." "Don't ever do that again." "Don't do what?" "What are you talking about?" "10-13 trumps everything else, Eddie." "But Rivera specifically told us to stay put." "Besides, I heard on the radio that call was unfounded!" "You didn't know that at the time." "I don't get you." "We got the guy, and I covered for you with Rivera." "Everything worked out." "That's all you care about?" "You're busy chasing a shield when a cop could've been in trouble?" "I'm sorry, I'm not gonna apologize for wanting a career." "Well, I need a partner I can trust." "So you ever sit out a 10-13 again, you can find somebody else to ride with." "So after seven years of asking for the car, she finally leaves it to me in her will." "Let's do this discreetly, not cuff him in full view." "Discreetly?" "This scumbag killed my friend." "His ass is mine." "Senator Harris, could you come with us, sir, please?" "Is everything all right?" "I'm having a great day." "But you, you're under arrest." "Under arrest?" "For what?" "Murder one, sir." "If you could just come with us, please." "Is this some kind of a joke?" "Call my lawyer, make an appointment." "This is outrageous." "So..." "Come on, get up." "Take your hands off of me!" "Get up!" "You want to add a lawsuit to this?" "This is nothing, gentlemen." "I'll be out by dinner." "You're throwing your career away right now." "I hope you know that." "I don't care who your father is, you're done." "No, sir, you are." "I don't know what you think you have on me." "I have a witness who knows everything about you." "No one knows everything about me." "Think harder." "Hey." "Hey." "I'm sorry things got heated last night." "Can I ask you something?" "Do you want to be a detective or not?" "Maybe." "What about the sergeant's exam?" "After law school," "I swore I'd never take another damn exam." "So, what, you just want to ride in an RMP for the next 20 years?" "Didn't say that." "Could you be a little more vague, Reagan?" "I like being on patrol, Eddie." "For now." "I like the idea of actually preventing something bad from happening, rather than just mopping up after it." "Again, for now." "Okay." "And something else." "You didn't ask to get partnered with me, I know that." "I like being partnered with you." "I think I know that, too." "But it puts you in a kind of position, under a certain microscope, being partnered with the PC's son." "I'm sure that a lot of the brass probably think that I might use that to leverage moving up." "I won't." "I know." "I got your back there, too." "Thank you." "Rivera gonna be your rabbi?" "I hope so." "He wants me to work towards getting my gold shield." "Mission accomplished, then." "We good?" "We're good." "Okay, you do what you have to do, okay?" "So will I. Okay." "If they'd told me it was you, I would've come right down." "All good." "Listen, Frank, I'm already late for the airport, so I, uh..." "This'll just take a second." "What's this, a subpoena?" "No." "Well, what, then?" "Why would I serve you with a subpoena, Lenny?" "Well, after dealing with your lawyers for the last few days," "I don't know what to expect." "Yeah, well... that's going away." "Well, the book isn't, Frank." "I wrote a foreword." "To the damn book." "What?" "I don't write as good as you do, but you can use it if you want." "Why'd you change your mind?" "That's my business." "Come on, Frankie." "I tell you, the whole world's gonna know." "But..." "I'm not ashamed of how I got to where I am, and I didn't get to where I am without living the life that's in your book." "No sense trying to hide it." "They told you sit down, and you stood up." "Something like that." "Thank you." "Love you." "Listen, I'm already late for my flight, so, uh, see you next trip?" "No, I'll give you a lift." "No, no, you don't have to do that." "You know a faster way to get to JFK from here?" "Lights and sirens?" "If you promise not to write about it." "== sync, corrected by elderman == @elder_man"