All language subtitles for Blue.Bloods.S03E17.1080p.WEBRip.x265-KONTRAST

What do we all think
of the NYPD's

illegal spying network?

We need to take back the rights to privacy!

We want a police department,
not a police state!

We want a police department,

not a police state!

Come out, come out,
Commissioner!

We just want to talk!

Commissioner Reagan
can't hear you!

We want a police department,
not a police state!

We want a police department,

not a police state!

They call themselves

The Citizens for Police Accountability.

That's a mouthful.

CPA for short.

The accounting profession
ought to sue.

You know, if we had a balcony
and some water balloons,

we could really have some fun.

Ms., uh, Robshaw should be here.

Who again?

Whitney Robshaw.

Newly elected to the
executive board

for the ACLU.

What is this, Get Frank Day?

Uh, actually, she's reaching out

in an effort to establish
better cohesion

between the NYPD and her organization.

Okay.

Ms. Robshaw,
Commissioner.

Thank you.

Hello.

Commissioner Reagan,
Whitney Robshaw.

Nice to meet you.

Very nice to meet you.

Actually, um, we have met before.
Really?

Yes. Very nice to see you again,
Commissioner.

I'm sorry. I can't place where.

Don't kill yourself.
It was a whole other context.

Give me a second here.

You want a hint?

No, I'm going to get it.

You're a friend of Erin's.

Oh, very good.

Thank you.

We met at her 40th birthday
party.

Well, I think she prefers to call it

the tenth anniversary
of her 30th.

"Beauty may be fleeting,

but stubbornness is forever."

Excuse me?

It's the toast.

What?
The toast you gave to Erin that night?

Oh.

I've stolen it

for every other toast I've done since.

Oh. Thank you.

The commissioner has kind of

a packed day, if we could
dive in here.

Right.
Yeah. Please.

Thank you.

Let me just

start off by...

You were walking with a cane.

Yes.

I tore my ACL skiing.

How's the knee?

It's all better, thank you.

Good, good.

If we're done with the
medical update?

So, Commissioner...

What? That's completely
counterintuitive.

Next customer in line.

Hi.
Uh-huh. Well...

So what's their market capitalization?

Uh-huh.

: Let's go.

Let's go. Let's go.

It's on my desk.

My desk!

Police. Don't move.

Please don't make me shoot you.

Hand my boyfriend your gun.
All right, now, everybody...

Everybody on the ground now!
You get on the ground!

Hey, everybody, on the ground now.

You in the back, now!
We don't want to hurt

anyone, okay?
And we don't want your money.

We just want the bank's.

Think about how much they got

in the bailouts, okay?

The banks are the real crooks
here, not us.

:
They're robbing the bank.

Hey, you!
No phones, no phones!

What did you do?

What did you do?

I-I don't know.

Okay? I don't know.
It just went off. I swear.

Look, we got to... Hey!
Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Hey, where she go? Where did she go?
Give me the money!

We have to get out of here now.

We have to go. We have to
get out of here!

All right, come on.

Stay on the ground!

So how long were you, uh, liaising

with those pukes in the FBI

on bank robberies, anyway?

Three years.

Three years. Wow.

Till the commissioner disbanded
the joint task force.

Oh, well, that's because
he realized how much of

a time-suck the Feds can be.

All right, that's him.

Let's remember where your
loyalties lie, all right?

He's one of us, so be nice.

You've known me ten years,
Danny. When am I not nice?

You, on the other hand...

Officer Haskins?

For the time being.

They'll probably throw me
off the job

for this jackpot, though.

Yeah, well, look,
I'm Detective Reagan.

This is Detective Baez.

Ah, man.

Just when I thought my day
couldn't get any worse.

You're the commissioner's son.

Yeah, well, look, I'm not here

in that capacity, okay?
So you can relax.

Relax?

Never in a million years

did I think that girl was with him.

You were off-duty.

Yeah.

Yeah. And most guys

would've called it in,
but you stepped up.

And got a guy shot.

Perp says it was an accident,
but I don't know.

Looked to me like it was in
cold blood.

With my gun.

Look, we'll get your piece back

before they can do any more
damage, all right?

You got my word.

FBI already bit into me
good for that.

Why do they got to be in on this?

Banks are federally insured.

Yeah.

And speaking of the Feds...

Agents Cook and Valko.

We should check in.

Nah, I don't check in with Feebs.

Don't worry, I'll make sure
they know

who's kissing whose ring.

Hang tight.
We'll get your statement

in a minute, okay?

Everything's gonna be fine.

All right.

In my experience, when a perp
get his mitts on a cop's gun,

rarely does it turn out fine.

I know.

Oh, hey,

you two.

What happened?
You crack the case already?

Maria, there was another bank
just hit 12 blocks from here.

Male/female team, same M.O.

Kicked it up a notch.

Tell me there's no more casualties.

Luckily, there was no off-duty
NYPD there

to get anyone shot.

Ha, ha, ha.

That's funny.

Oh, you went and ordered
for us, huh?

You were late.

Don't burgers usually come
with fries?

Is that meant to be funny?

So, Maria, we know they fled
on foot

with six grand from the second
bank job.

Your lab lift any prints of value
off the holdup notes?

None that were in the system.

The first note was computer-printed.

Second, hand-written on the fly.

"No silent alarm.

Slip me a dye pack, you die."

Definitely not first-timers.

We know.
Yeah, three bank jobs
in the last two months.

We dubbed him the Protest Bandit,

based on the anti-bank rhetoric

in the notes.
Yeah...

You know, I noticed how

you do that—you give little, uh...

"bandit" nicknames to everyone.

Yeah, it captures
the public's attention.

It increases the volume of tips.

Yeah, I get that.

I was thinking about naming
these two Bonnie and Clyde.

That's good. I like that.

But you chose to name them

the Protest Bandit.

Bandit being singular, not plural.

Yeah, because he was believed
to have acted alone.

Yeah, it was believed he acted
alone, but...

there she is in a floppy hat

in this one, and an orange beret

in this one.

We realize that now.

Yep.

What does FBI stand for, anyway?
Famous But Incompetent?

Reagan...

Today was the first holdup

where "Bonnie" needed to participate.

And you busted our balls

over an off-duty officer trying
to play hero,

when they were actually just
trying to help out?

Okay, you know what?
In the interest of expediency,

maybe we should run
parallel investigations.

With the proviso we share

any pertinent information
as it comes to light?

Yeah. Sounds good.

Yeah. I think, uh...

that works gangbusters
for me, too.

We're gonna need separate
checks.

You want to buzz again?

Give it another minute.

Then you want to call over to
the mayor's office,

tell them we're running
even later?

Just hold on and look at the logic.

You ready?

Well past.

Think about it.

The police in this city

have their hands full

keeping ahead of criminals.

What gain would there be
wasting manpower harassing

law-abiding citizens?

Oh. That's your logic.

Not just mine.

And it doesn't jibe 0with public perception.

Well, then help me change
public perception.

Oh, right.

The ACLU in cahoots with
the NYPD?

Show me the logic in that.

I could, but you wouldn't listen.

Try me.

I don't get it.

These kids are young and
good-looking and,

judging by the lack of typos, educated.

What the hell is this crazy vendetta
against the banks?

I once saw you kick a hole in the wall

over a 20-buck overdraft fee.

Okay, but I didn't go shooting up
a bank over it.

You're a paragon of restraint.

Wait a minute.

I might have something here.

Failed bank robbery attempt
three months ago in Jersey.

Look at the picture.

Is that Clyde?

A little shaggier,
but yeah.

I see why the FBI missed it.

Well, the FBI couldn't find their
own asses with a GPS,

but I digress.

The whole MO is different.

No gun displayed,

no expert knowledge in
the holdup note.

Right. No anti-bank manifesto.

Even the handwriting is different.

Maybe that's 'cos he didn't
have Bonnie yet.

Look at this.

She's nowhere to be found
in the background.

Maybe he didn't get good
until they became a team.

Well, that's great,

but this is the coldest of the cases.

The coldest of the cases

being the earliest of the cases.

The one in which Clyde

was likely to make the most mistakes.

Maybe one of those mistakes can
lead us to his real identity.

You up for taking a ride to Jersey?
No.

Come on, it smells great
this time of year.

What about this suit?

Not the price; just the suit.

Okay? It's a steal. Trust me.

Okay. It's nice.

What do you think?

What am I supposed to think?

Think of it as a coat of armor.

So when I call you to the stand

and you walk by that monster,

you can say,

"Everything you took from me,

I'm taking it back."

That's gonna take a little more
than a coat.

I know it is.

You said you didn't have anything

to wear in court.
I just thought we'd...

Who is that?

I have no idea.

Why is he taking my picture?

I don't know. Go into the
dressing room.

I'll be right back.

Who the hell are you?

What are you taking pictures for?

An exposé.

On your father and his nepotistic
dynasty!

For who?

For anyone brave enough to pick
up the story, but for now,

the Citizens for Police Accountability
Web site.

Okay, you need to stop taking
pictures now.

New York tax dollars pay your salary.

So, why are you out here shopping

in the middle of a work day?

Did you hear what I said?
You need to stop.

You're a private citizen on a public street.

Your father doesn't think
you're entitled to any privacy.

Hey, the person I am with is a
victim in a sexual abuse trial.

You need to delete her photos now.

You're just a chip off the
old block, aren't you?

Hey!

Hey, what the hell you doing?

What I said I was going to do.

You know, I can sue you for that.

Yeah, go for it.

Good luck with that.

Here you go.

Hey!

What are you hiding?

What are you hiding?
What are you doing?

What are you hiding?
Stop! Stop it!

What are you hiding?

Leave her alone.

What is wrong with you?

Jana.

Do you have any idea what
you just did?

Yeah, well, according to your daddy,

if she's not doing anything illegal,

it shouldn't bother her.

Thanks for answering
my questions

on your lunch break.

Actually,
I... I was held up once before.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah, I slipped
the guy a dye pack.

Couple of minutes later,
he's walking down the street,

a cop sees pink smoke
billowing out of his pants.

That's great,
but I'll tell you what,

can we just focus
on the one still at large, okay?

This photo's from
three months ago.

Well, it... it's like I told you
on the phone last night.

I mean,
something spooked this guy,

and he bolted.

What about this girl?

She wasn't here
that day, was she?

Uh, yeah, of course she was.

She's not in any
of the surveillance photos

from the robbery at this bank.

Yeah, but this angle
only shows the customers.

She's an employee?

Was.

Yeah, she worked
the window right beside me.

She hated this job.

She used to daydream
of somebody swooping in

and taking her away from all
the drudgery of it all.

You got a name on her?

Sylvie.

Sylvie, uh... Freeland.

Sylvie Freeland.

You know, come to think of it,
she... she quit,

like, the
very next day.

Come on, keep looking.

Whoever finds
that stolen Glock's

getting a steak dinner
on the arm.

Compliments of me.

Sylvie's part in
the first holdup

still doesn't make
any sense to me.

Well, apparently she was still
just a bank teller

and not yet a bank robber.

I know, but it's not like Clyde
took any hostages.

He didn't pull a Patty Hearst

and brainwash her
into becoming a bank robber.

Well, I don't know. Maybe they
already knew each other.

I mean, the, uh, teller said

that Dylan saw something
that spooked him.

Maybe that was it.

Maybe he saw Sylvie and thought,
"She's going to turn me in."

Yeah, and then there's
the obvious, which is:

Maybe they were already a couple
and it was an inside job.

You know who'd really love
to weigh in on this?

Don't start with the Feebs
again, please.

Agent Valko.

Yeah, we really
should've notified her...

No, I don't think
you understand. I live here.

I don't understand
what you're doing here.

What... what do you mean,
I can't come in?

This is my apartment.

Well, unless she's
a master of disguise,

that's not our girl.

It's all right.
Let her in.

What's your
name, ma'am?

Diane Morris.

What is this?

Uh, this is
a search warrant.

And we need to ask
you some questions.

Why don't you come
sit down, okay?

We're looking
for Sylvie.

You seen her?

I have no idea
where she is.

She moved out about
three months ago.

The lease
is still in her name?

Because they evict subletters.

What about the utilities?

They're still in her name, too.

Sylvie left a note saying to leave

all the unpaid bills in her name.

So it wouldn't hurt my credit.

Hers was already trashed.

Why? She had a fulltime job.

Yeah, but that paycheck barely
covered her necessities.

I mean, her student loans alone
were over $100,000.

$100,000?

Wow. I got two kids to put
through college.

Maybe you should start robbing banks, too.

Yeah.
What, you think Sylvie robbed a bank?

That's crazy.

She has a degree in finance
from Allegheny.

Well, she's certainly making
a name for herself

in the banking industry.

This really didn't turn out the
way she expected here.

I mean, she was so miserable,
she went on antidepressants.

And then there's her bad taste
in men.

Who's he?

Oh, God, I think it's
that guy Dylan.

Dylan who?

Sanders, maybe?

And, let me guess,
he's a Rhodes Scholar?

No, we met him
at a party last year.

Sylvie completely fell for his

"we're the most screwed-over
generation" shtick.

He wasn't even into her.

Well, looks like they found
a common interest.

You know, back in the days
of the real Bonnie and Clyde,

banks had just
wiped everyone out,

started the
Great Depression.

I think I got Dylan's mom.

Uh, hello, Mrs. Sanders?

Yes, uh, my name is Danny.

Uh, I don't know
if you remember me.

I went to high school
with Dylan.

Well, that's okay.
I'm sure Dylan will remember me.

Look, um, the reason I'm calling
is I work for a firm

in the city, and, um,

we have a position
that opened up.

I was wondering if Dylan
was looking for work.

Uh-huh. Well, do you have
an address where he's staying?

Uh-huh.

Oh, no.
No, no, no.

Please, no, don't...
don't tell him I called,

because, uh,
that would ruin the surprise.

Yeah, no, I, uh,
want to surprise him.

Yeah, I have something
really big in store for him

when I find him.

Uh-huh.
Okay, thank you very much.

That's some gullible mother.

Yep, she probably would have
gave his information

to a serial killer.

He's staying at his
Uncle Mike's in Brooklyn.

Let's go.

Jana, I'm so glad to see you.

Why was that man
taking my picture?

That had nothing to do with you.

You promised me
that if I testified

I wouldn't be in the news.

And you won't.

Then what was he doing?

He was harassing me.
That's all.

Okay?

Look, we've lost
a full day of preparation.

Let's just press
the reset button...

I don't think I can.

Yes, you can.

No.

You were gonna ask me
all the gory details

about what he did to me,

then the other lawyer's gonna
do the exact same thing,

only he's going to make it seem

like I asked for it
or something.

Honestly,
that's pretty damn close.

The only thing
that you're leaving out

is that 20 minutes
of your life...

20 very uncomfortable minutes...

and you can guarantee
that Mr. King goes to prison

and is never allowed
around another minor again.

There are no
guarantees anywhere.

You want your life back.

You want to spare others

from ever having to go through
what you went through.

20 minutes.

That's all I'm asking for.

It's not about the minutes.

You got me the suit?

Well, you said you didn't have
anything to wear to court.

Ms. Reagan,
I'm sorry, but...

no suit is going
to make a difference.

No matter what I'm wearing,

I will feel completely
naked in there.

I'm sorry, but I just...
I can't.

I... I... I can't do it.

Jana.

Please, just...

leave me alone.

I think you must have

the wrong Dylan Sanders.

Oh, well, you know,
we probably do,

but, uh, we'd love
to chat with him

just to make sure.

You know,
clear things up.

Are him and Sylvie
still staying here, by the way?

Oh, yeah, yeah, they have
their own private section.

I fixed it up
for them.

What time do you
expect them home?

Probably not till later.

Uh, they went to a party.

We're gonna need you
to stay here for a second.

Officer, would you
keep him company, please?

A party? They shot
a guy yesterday,

and tonight they party?

Well, that's what
crooks do, Baez,

since time immemorial.

I know, but...

everybody we talked
to seemed to think

that Sylvie had
a conscience.

Well, maybe she does.

Suitcases are packed, partner.

As if ready to leave
on a moment's notice.

Let's pull the uniforms
from out front, okay?

And get the uncle out of here
in case there's gunplay.

We're gonna be waiting for these

sons of bitches
when they get home.

I'm gonna call your BFFs
from the FBI.

Why? So they can just jump
the gun and mess everything up?

Don't even bother.

That was the deal.

Baez, you need to learn
to cut old ties.

Would you forget the Feds?

Valko sent me to voice mail.

Screw them.

Sounds like a plan.

Look at this.

Is that covered
under the warrant?

Sure is. Look at that.

Very Bonnie and Clyde.

Yep.
I'd like to wipe the smirk off
of his face.

Mm-hmm. Is that
what I think it is?

Yeah. Looks like
our cop's stolen Glock.

Son of a bitch.
This is gonna be

exhibit "A" at our trial.

You know what,
let's tear this place apart.

We got to find that gun.

You got to stop making these
Holy Grail promises, Reagan.

I mean, if you
do find it,

you look like
a hero;

if you don't, you
look like a total...

Hey.
What, another
picture?

No. I think we got
a change of plans.

I think they're gonna make
another hit tonight.

Look at this.
How? All the
banks are closed.

Underground rave.
$30 cash at the door.

They need cash if they
want to relocate, right?

They're not
going to party.

They're going to pull off
another heist. Come on.

Mom, I think you
ought to see this.

My friend Zeke sent me the link.

I think I've had my quota
of cute kitty videos.

No, Zeke wants
to be an anarchist.

This is one of
the sites he monitors.

Okay.

It's called Citizens
for Police Accountability.

Why would they have
your picture up?

It's just some nutcase
who's decided your grandpa

is trying to turn this city
into a totalitarian state.

He's harassing all of us.

There's a picture of Uncle Jamie
eating a donut.

Yeah, a cop eating a donut;
that's news.

One of Grandpa.
Mm-hmm.

Who's she?

I don't know.

Hey, that's your friend Whitney.

Yes, it is.

There's a line.

Yeah, and this
is a shield.

You got a warrant?
No, we don't have a warrant,

and if you're gonna waste our
time making us go get one,

we're gonna come back,
search everyone in the club.

If we find anyone underage,
guess what we're gonna do.

We're gonna lock
your giant ass up.

You got it?
You see these two tonight?

Couldn't say.
Well, could you say

if you knew
they're armed and dangerous?

Do I look like I'd let someone
like that by me?

Call in shots fired.
Okay.

Central 10-13, I got shots fired
at 344 Flushing Ave.

Police! Move it! Move it!

Didn't anyone see
the shooter?

Police! Move!
Can you see them?

I can't see anything.

The strobe lights are gonna
give me a freaking seizure.

Hey, hey, you work here?
Yeah.

What happened?
Somebody get shot? What?

No, they got Polly,
my cashier.

And the cash box.
Like, 13 grand.
Slow down.

What do you mean, they got
Polly? What are you saying?

They took her with them.
That way.

They shot the lock
off the back door

to get out.
They're gone!
Go. Move.

Go! Clear it out!

They scored a nice haul.

Yeah, and a hostage.

I know it's a nuisance, sure,
but Zachary Danhart

and his group
didn't break any laws

unless they published a picture
of your victim,

which you say
they did not.

No.

They did post a picture of you.

A few of them.

Did they get my good side?

They got you with
Whitney Robshaw at a restaurant.

I see.

I know it's none of my business.

It is none of your business.

Having said that,
what is going on?

Well, believe it or not,
she's trying to forge

a working relationship
between the ACLU and the NYPD.

Being forged over dinner
at a nice restaurant.

A drink at a place that, yes,
got an "A" rating

from the health department.

I wasn't born yesterday, Dad.

I know exactly
when you were born,

which is somewhere around
the time she was also born,

if that's your point.

Yeah. So seeing someone my age,
you think that's appropriate?

Is she happily married?

She's not married at all.

Does she have a criminal record?

Okay, you know what I mean.

Yes, I do.

So it's strictly business?

You know, even I am
entitled to a little privacy.

How... how would you like it
if I was dating

one of Nicky's classmates?

Not much.
I'd have to arrest you.

Nicky's classmates
are only 16 years old.

Dad, you're being
very difficult.

And if you brought him
across state lines, I'd have

to bring
in the Feds.
Okay.

Love you.

Hey, you get my message?

Yeah, I got your message.

What the hell are the Feds
doing here?

I called them.
We caught a break.

You called them?
It's my case.

You don't call anyone unless
I ask you to, okay?

Let's go.

Detective Reagan, thanks for joining.

You're welcome.

This is Polly Wollman.

Polly the hostage?

How'd you escape?

I didn't. They finally just
let me go, thank God.

They took Ms. Wollman out
of the club at gunpoint

and forced her to drive
them around in her car.

Okay, how about you let her
speak for herself, okay?

And you put an alarm
out on her car?

They didn't take it.

The guy wanted to,

but the girl said
they don't steal

from people, just...

Just greedy corporations.
Right. We know their mantra.

Do you have any idea
where they were heading?

No.

What else did they say?

The girl said to tell you
that her boyfriend

didn't mean to shoot
the man at the bank.

She said to tell you
that was an accident.

Did they hurt you?

No.

The guy threatened to,
but the girl...

she seemed kind of

protective of me.
She was nice.

These are not nice people.

They're armed thugs
who shot a man in cold blood.

We need to find them
before he kills somebody.

Give me one second.

Officer Haskins, right?

Yeah. Sorry to
bother you.

That's all right.

Let's go talk over here, okay?
Okay.

What can I do
for you?

I heard you raided the perps'
residence last night.

A lot of evidence
was recovered?

Yeah. Unfortunately,
we didn't find your gun.

So they still have it?

Yeah.
More people are gonna get hurt.

Look, my off-duty gun
ended up in the wrong hands

not long ago.

And the guy did
some pretty serious damage.

So I know how you feel.

I promise you
I'll get it back to you, okay?

Hey, there's no report
on the guy that got shot?

I want to apologize
and see him,

but I can't face him.

If he dies...
Well, look, he's in great hands.

He's at St. Vic's.
They got great people there.

My wife works there.

Is she taking care of him?

No, she works
in the ER

But I tell you what,
I'll give her a call,

and I'll have her check up
on him, okay?

I appreciate that.

Look, I know you're in a jam.

All I can tell you
is hang in there.

I'm doing all I can.

All right.

I just wanted to check on the status

of one of your patients...
a Kenneth Harrington.

You know, he's the GSW
from the bank shooting.

Yeah. He's got
a little post-op infection,

but the nephrectomy
was successful.

Wow. He lost a kidney, huh?

The other one's healthy.
Huh.

Plenty of people
do just fine

with one, you know?
Yeah.

Oh. Sorry.

I've got a hiatal hernia calling.

Well, have fun. Thanks.

Excuse me.

Yeah?

Can you tell me if Kenneth
Harrington's gonna be okay?

Are you a relative?

Oh, um, I don't...
I don't need to see him.

I just... I... I saw on the news

that he was in critical condition.

And I... I tried calling on the
phones earlier,

but nobody was really
telling me anything, so...

is he gonna pull through?

You know, I... I...
I don't work on this floor.

But if you give me a second,
I'll go check

and find somebody
who can help you out, okay?

Um, okay.

Security?

So how'd you get yourself
mixed up in this thing, huh?

You do understand
that you could've gotten

yourself killed, right?

The global economy is collapsing

because of the banks' greed
and corruption.

But not a single CEO
has gone to jail.

The only punishment
that they're receiving

are multimillion-dollar bonuses.

Right. And Dylan filled your
head with all this stuff, right?

It's all true.

Mmm.

What, you don't think

that they should be punished
for their crimes?

I think those scumbags
should be punished

for all their
crimes, absolutely.

But don't you think that you and
Dylan should be punished, too?

I mean, for your crimes?

Hmm?

I mean, I notice you kept
all the money you stole.

You didn't give it back
to the banks' victims.

We were making a statement.

We were highlighting
the banks' crimes.

Mm-hmm. And the rave
that you guys ripped off,

what was your moral stand there?

Dylan found out that the record
company throwing the rave,

QMQ, is fully owned
by the larger conglom...

Sylvie, stop. Stop! Stop it!

Look, don't you see that this
guy's manipulating you?

Huh?

He's not. He saved me.

Well, he's not here
to save you now, is he?

And you know why?

Because he doesn't care
about you, Sylvie.

Okay? Look, I get it.

You're in love with the guy.

I understand.

And you can't see
what he's doing.

But... hey, look at what
he's gotten you into.

Robbing banks?
Attempted murder?

No, no, that was an accident.

It wasn't an accident.

He's a bad guy.

He's a bad guy, and
he's ruined your life.

What life?!

Okay, I... I have done everything
I was supposed to do,

and I have nothing!

I studied, went to college,
and for what?

Zero options.

You had options,
and you have options now.

And let me tell you something.

You're gonna take the option
that's right in front of you.

You're gonna help me help you

and tell me where I can find Dylan.

Look who's trying
to manipulate me now.

Okay.

Look, if you don't want
to do it to save yourself,

do it to save your boyfriend.

Because the real
Bonnie and Clyde,

you know
how that story ends, right?

Yeah, you do.

Cops put 150 rounds into them.

Trust me, you want it
to be me who finds Dylan,

not some other cop.

You understand what
I'm telling you?

Oh, my God.

Tell me where I can find him.

Detective Reagan.

I'm a little busy right now.

It looks like you could use a break.

What the hell are you doing?

Me? You're the one who's
out of line here.

You do not come into my house
and interrupt my interrogation.

We had a deal.
In the history of bad timing...

You were supposed to notify us
in the event of an arrest.

And she's about to tell me
where the kid is!

You cut me out now,

I will get her writ over
to the federal system.

Ms. Freeland, I'm Special Agent
Emily Valko with the FBI.

I'm sure Detective Reagan
has covered this,

but I would like to remind
you of your Miranda rights.

You have a right to remain silent...
Yes.

Excuse me?

I would like to assert that right.

And I want an attorney.

Nice work.

What's up with you?

: Get over here.

Where's Dad?

: I don't know.

Why are we whispering?

Do you know who Whitney
Robshaw is?

That friend of yours, the hot
ACLU attorney?

Yeah.

It's not confirmed yet,

but there's a slim possibility
that Dad is...

dating her.

I mean, so?

What do you mean, "so?"

You can't possibly approve
of that.

Dad doesn't need my approval
or yours.

Jamie, this is not a good match.

Why not?

What? What do you mean,
"why not?"

It just... It's not, okay?

It's just not.

Do you realize how long it's been

since Mom passed?
Okay, don't use Mom

and Whitney in the same lifetime.

I'm gonna go watch the game.

Watch you don't get a finger
in the salad.

Honey?
Yeah?

You're going at your food

like it's trying to escape.

You break it, you bought it.

I'm sorry, okay?

Just had a case go south
thanks to the FBI.

Oh, I've been there.

And Officer Haskins' gun
is still missing.

Do you know every detail
about every case

in all 76 of your precincts,
Dad?

And all 12 transit districts.

Plus the nine housing PSAs.

Well, yes,
his gun's still missing,

and I know how it feels
to not know whose hand

you weapon is in,
so I feel for the guy.

Word on Haskins is,
if it weren't for bad luck,

he wouldn't have any luck at all.

Well, hopefully
I'll change that.

Is this about that Bonnie and Clyde case?

Please don't call it that.

It romanticizes it.

I didn't call them that; the papers did,

and they are kind of romantic.

Ugh.

Criminals are not romantic.

No, they're not.
Not in real life.

Look, I'm not condoning
their crime.

Well, that's a relief.

But there is the whole...

young couple in love raging
against the system thing.

Yeah, you kind of don't really

want to believe that,
though, Nicky.

It's just crap they make up
for the newspapers.

Yeah, the Citizens for Police
Accountability.

It's the same scam.

Tell me about it.

They act like they're
providing honest information,

but it's just a way to get
more eyeballs to their Web site.

I mean, come on, ever
since I came on the job,

there's been a citizen taking
a photo or a video

of every collar I've ever made.

What is the Citizens Against Police...

It's just some creep

who thinks Dad has become Big Brother,

so he's harassing us,

taking our pictures, posting them.

I'm surprised they haven't
gotten to you yet.

Why? They got you?

Yeah, and Jamie and... Dad.

And what'd they get you doing, Dad?
Nothing.

Nothing.

Except for going to dinner
with a woman.

A drink.

Okay.

Are we all

missing something here?

All right, that's it.

I confess.

I got caught red-handed having
a drink with a woman.

A woman?
Just... just any woman?

A friend of Erin's.
Her name is Whitney.

She has an Australian accent.

The hot blonde with the cane?

Are you kidding me?

I don't know what got into me.

I know I'm no spring chicken,

but I'm pretty sure I'm not dead.

And that's all there is to that.

Yeah, for now.

Mom.

Mom.

Erin, come on.

Somebody please pass me
something that's bad for me.

Jana, it's Erin Reagan.

It's 8:50 Monday morning.

The trial's about to reconvene.

Can you please call me back...?

Hey, you.

Come here.

You want to do some real good?

If you touch my camera,
I'm calling a cop.

Why don't you sneak your camera
into the courthouse?

Part 35, fourth floor.

Take a picture of the defendant.

Put that out there.

Why would I do that?

Because he's a child molester
who may walk

because your idiotic crusade
scared off the main witness.

Yeah, well,

not everybody does the Reagan bidding.

Really? That's all you have?

Miss Reagan?

You try taking my picture again,

I will shove that camera...

Hey, he won't.

Am I right?

I'm not done with you or your family.

Fine.

Just leave her out of it.

I look okay?

You look great.

I feel like a wreck.

Well, who wouldn't?

Thank you for being here.

I'll do the best I can.

I think your best is gonna be
pretty damn great.

Hey, grab your Kevlar.
Why?

Those FBI sons of bitches
cut us out of the loop.

Dylan's on the run.

This is me not saying
"I told you so."

They were closing in on Dylan;
he got away.

He just jacked a car,
but we have the GPS.

Great.

I'm driving,

and you're gonna want
to buckle up.

Target's heading north
on Vernon Boulevard

at a high rate of speed.

Subject is armed and dangerous.

Copy that, Central.
There he is.

Hang on.

Freeze!

Drop the weapon!

Drop it!

Don't move!

Dylan, I want you to toss
that gun out right now.

Yeah, okay, you guys first.

It's not gonna happen.

Look, kid, you're a
little outnumbered here.

Hey, look at me!

I'm Detective Reagan.

That supposed to mean something to me?

Yeah.

I'm the one that arrested Sylvie.

We had a nice, long chat about you.

She give me up?

No.

Not even to save herself, kid.

But she asked me to promise
to bring you in safe, Dylan.

You owe her that.

We know what's going on here.

The guy you shot, he survived.

He's okay.

And everybody knows
it was an accident,

all right, so why don't you
just toss that gun out,

and let's end this peacefully,
all right?

I'm not giving up here,
Detective.

I'm not either, kid.

Suspect down.

Reagan...

There's nothing to say.

You gave him every possible chance.

I know.

We got the gun.

Yeah, we got the gun.

You got what you wanted.

I didn't get what I wanted.

The only one who got
what he wanted was him.

How's that?

He wanted a Bonnie and Clyde ending.

He got it, all right.

And they're guaranteed
to be on your desk

by first thing in the morning.

We're supposed to have
the back room.

Looks like the monsignors

have all beaten us here.

Give me a minute,
will you, Garrett?

Frank?

Garrett?

Gotcha.

Hello, Frank.

Hello, Whitney.

Did you get my message?

I did.

But I was already warned
about the photographs.

Oh.

Well, I imagine the PC

has eyes and ears everywhere.

Yeah, I'm the police commissioner.

I know everything.

Actually, Erin told me.

Oh.

She had questions?

Yes, she did.

What'd you say?

Well, there's not much to say.

Two people with a fair amount
to discuss

had a drink together.

I'm told that happens all the time.

I think you're right.

But...

They could meet for another drink,

it could turn into dinner...

And that could lead to something else,

and I don't think this can.

Not that you asked.

Erin's a lucky woman.

How's that?

She has a father who holds
her opinion so dearly.

Don't lawyer me, Whitney.

How is that lawyering you?

By framing this as if I'm doing
Erin's bidding.

Okay.

Score one for the chief.

But give me one good reason

why we shouldn't see
where this might go.

Besides you and Erin
being friends?

Our ideological differences,
my public profile, your job.

Give me ten good reasons.

I don't have ten.

I'll be right there.

You have a luncheon?

Yeah, colleagues.

And I have the monsignors waiting.

Oh, better not keep
the monsignors waiting.

Anyway.

I understand.

So?

It's always really good
to see you, Frank.