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Previously, on Blue Bloods...
What is happening

at the Bitterman Houses
has gone on long enough.

In the Bitter End, Los Lordes
makes the move.

Hector.

Is that you? Skinny Vinny.

Gang that runs this place...

they got a mute button they
can push.

That's Santana, right there.

He's the leader of Los Lordes.

Oh, and she's his girl?

So it's war that you want.

If I gotta step on your throat,

so be it.
Stop! Police!

Vinny, it's a setup.
Come on.

You're gonna be okay.

I told you this is the end.

Reagan, you heard me wrong.

We still got nothing to pick up Santana
and his crew on,

No warrant...
No, I heard you right.

But they killed Vinny.

...want cards,
nothing.

Come on, they killed a cop.

Or they know who did.

But we still don't have a play.

I'm still not taking "no" for an answer.

Me either.
But... what are we gonna do?

We're gonna do what my mother
told us to do

as kids on a rainy day:

we're gonna go make our own fun.

It's worse than a bad idea...

This isn't about your comfort level, Frank.
Comfort level?

You want me to get up in front of

an auditorium full of people...

Citizens of our city.

Yes, some of whom

almost certainly have information

about the murder of one of
my police officers

and won't say a word.

So speak your piece...

to them, in their house.

We got a big divide here.

You want to win all their hearts
and minds,

I want to grab some of them
by the short and curlies.

Frank, the promise you made
to this city was to heal the rift...

Yeah...
between the NYPD

and the Bitterman community.
Which starts

when one of them gives up
Officer Cruz.

They have to make the first move.

Enough.
Exactly.

Town Hall meeting, Frank...
7:00 p.m.,

Bitterman Housing Project.

I'll see you there, you and me.
Is that an order?

It's an opportunity you don't want
to pass up, Commissioner.

So it's an invitation.

Yes.

It's an invitation, Frank, to
that part of you

that's smart enough to hold more
than one equation

in your thick Irish head.

So what are you saying?
You're not gonna serve me now?

Get out.

Well, I have rights, you know.

For your own damn good, get out.

Why?

Oh, ‘cos Santana's coming down.

Huh?

Well, you just texted him when
I walked in.

Oh, don't play dumb; I saw you.

Reagan, you did me a favor once...

you took care of me and my sister.

I'm not gonna forget that.

: Well, you just
returned the favor

by calling Santana down here.

You're crazy.

Yeah?

Well, you want to hear something
really crazy?

I can kind of predict the future, Nona,

and this, uh, doesn't end good
for you.

Yeah.

Detective.

This is a place of business.

That right?

And you're bad for this business.

Oh, what's this?

An NYPD officer was murdered
in cold blood

in the Bitterman Houses.

I was wondering if you may know
something about the shooter.

I don't know nothing.

Detective Baez, are Mr. Santana
and his associates

displaying a threatening

or hostile attitude, in your opinion?

Definitely, Detective Reagan.

Mm-hmm. And are you at all concerned

that Mr. Santana and his associates

may be carrying concealed weapons?

Very concerned.

Me, too.

Turn around and get your hands
against the bar... move!

You, too.

Move!

You know, your own rules say, "Stop,

question and frisk."

Yeah. Um, how's this for a question?

What's your favorite movie?

Oh...

...what do we have here?

You got a carry permit for this,
tough guy?

I left it at home.

Really? Too bad for you.

What's with the phone?

My name is Carlos Villalobos.

I'm Mr. Santana's attorney.
Yeah?

I'm recording two NYPD detectives

harassing Mr. Santana in his place

of business.

Put it away.

No police had been summoned,

and no crime was occurring.

I said put it away!

If you do not cease and desist,
I will...

file a complaint.

You stay put, you come with me.

Turn it off.

Why don't we make a deal, Detective?

I don't make deals with you.

You stop jacking me and I'll fix
the other thing.

Doesn't work that way.
Well, it can if you're smart.

I am smart, and it still doesn't
work that way.

Why don't you ask your papi

before you start rejecting my, uh,

generous offer?

What did you say?
Reagan...

we have a bird in the hand.
Let's take him in.

Commissioner Reagan,

we had 19 murders

in this project last year.

And do you know how many arrests
were made by the NYPD?

Six.

Yeah, six.

I'm not happy, and you're not happy.

But you can be sure my homicide
detectives

work as thoroughly and efficiently...

...as they can

under the circumstances.

W... What circumstances?
What does that mean?

It's like the NYPD can't be bothered

‘cos of the address is

more like it!

No, sir.

Could I ask your name?

Raul Pereira.

Mr. Pereira, first of all,

thank you for having the courage
to speak up.

And I would like to ask you a question.

You're not gonna like the answer.

I'll take that chance.

Say your cat is stuck up in a tree,

and you call the fire department
to help you get him down.

But when they get there,

you won't tell them
what the cat looks like,

or where the tree is.

Sir, I ain't talking about no damn cat!

That is exactly the position you
put the NYPD in

when you won't cooperate with police...

...and identify the who, the where
and the when.

Ladies and gentlemen, please,
please listen.

Just settle down, and we can finish.

Thank you, Commissioner.

Listen, I, as a child of the projects
myself, completely...

No, I...

I completely understand your
frustration, I do.

Thank God you're okay, Francis.

I'll say a prayer for Mayor Poole.

And call in when you can.

Your father literally dodged a bullet.

Great.
How about Mayor Poole?

They don't know how bad.

We must know something.

We will when they know.

Erin, say a prayer.

My God.

The suspect has
been identified

as 16-year-old Hector Santiago,

a resident of the Bitterman Houses.

I know him.

What the hell you mean, you
know him?

Vinny baby-sat him back in the day.

He called Vinny "Skinny Vinny."

The kid's, like, not all there.

I'd say so.

No, I don't mean ‘cos he did this.

He, uh... he was born that way.

Hold on. Is he Los Lordes?

A banger? I doubt it.

Or maybe he thought he was
earning his colors.

Maybe, but I can tell you this.

There's no way the kid acted alone.

Could be he was promised something

in exchange for taking a shot
at the PC, maybe?

Who said anything about him
taking a shot at the PC?

Nobody, but let's be honest
with ourselves.

Who's the more likely target...

the black mayor from the
projects himself,

or the white top cop?

Where are you going?
I'm going back to work.

As far as I know, I'm the only
detective in the city

with a Los Lordes soldier
in lockup.

I'll pick my rosebuds while I may.

God help us.

I don't think he can hear you.

What do you mean?

Who wants a drink?

Drink to what?

Jamie.

Pray to what God? For what?

For the fact that both you

and your father are alive,
for starters.

Just cut the crap.
Just stop

kidding ourselves, admit
that it's a losing battle?

How bad?

He took two bullets...
one to the shoulder,

but one's lodged in the spine.

He's paralyzed from the waist down,

but they're prepping him for surgery now.

Who?

Dr. Heller.

Good.
Frank!

Jack.

He wants to see you before we go in.

Come with me.

Mayor Poole?

What, are you bulletproof?

No, just lucky.

They catch that kid?

Yes.

I was just standing there...

all of a sudden...

Yeah.

Who is he?

Just a kid from the projects
is all we know right now.

Show respect...

earn cooperation, make repairs
with that community.

I'll try.

Don't try, just do it, Frank.

I'm sorry I have to put that on you.

Wouldn't have it any other way.

I mean it, Frank.

I hear you, Carter.

We gotta go.
This way.

Good luck, boss.

All right, how about
we try this again?

Who gave this kid Hector the gun?

And who planted the gun
in the auditorium?

It's not like there's a lineup card, man.

It's not like this, it's not like that...

why don't you tell me what the hell
it's like then, man?

I really got to go use the toilet.

You'll use the toilet when you give me something.

For the five-hundredth
time, man!

He has a right to use the facility.

He'll pee when I say he can!

How about I paint the picture for you, huh?

Yesterday, I brought you in here
because I believe

you know something about a cop killing.

Now, if I have you locked up over that,

I'm sure half the population's
probably gonna want

to bake you a cake.

I told you, I don't got nothing
to do with that!

But today, if I can connect you
and your crew

to the attempted assassination
of, what,

the second black mayor
in the history of New York City,

when word gets around the prison
amongst all the brothers,

that your crew shot that mayor,

what position you think that's
gonna put you in?

I really gotta go pee, man.

I think it's gonna put you
in two positions:

one position is curled up
on the ground

like a pig with a shiv stuck in
your back...

...and the other position

is on your knees, serving them

like the bitch that you are.

Man, this is wack, man.

He peed!

I was telling you the truth, man.
I had to go!

Well, why don't you tell me the truth

about something else then, huh?

What, man? You turn against
your own crew?

Huh?

We all grew up there.

We all got out moms,

our aunts and cousins
and godparents.

And you know what?

It's not being free walking around

knowing what's gonna happen
to them.

I don't care how far from the Bitter
End you can get me.

I know that, back home, they're
taking out

the pliers, the butane and all of that,

trying to find out where I'm at.

That's the damn truth,
Detective!

I'd say good morning, but
what's the use?

Yeah.

You get anything out of our friend?

Fear and loathing.

Anything else?

He peed himself, literally.

I'm telling you,

Santana gets more shock and awe
out of these guys

than we ever could, partner.

There's no playing the weakest
link here.

: Yeah.

Gonna have to get Santana himself.

It's all or nothing.

Okay.

And that I will
faithfully discharge

the duties of the Office of the Mayor,
City of New York,

to the best of my abilities,
so help me God.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Bring my car around.

Commissioner Reagan.

A moment?

Ms. Newhouse?
No.

Um, this isn't how anybody wants
to take office, obviously.

Well, until we have a clearer idea

of Carter's prognosis going forward,

the Public Advocate serves as
the Acting Mayor.

And the Police Commissioner
serves

at the pleasure of that Mayor.

Yes.

And you'll join me at the
press conference.

Five minutes, tops.

And when the first reporter
asks you, "What's it like

"taking orders from a woman

who's been mayor for all of half an hour?"

That I serve the people of the
City of New York

and I do so at the pleasure of the mayor,

for as long as he or she sees fit.

And she has one request:

to do whatever it takes.

to...?

To round them up and bring them in...

everybody with even a whiff
of a role in Cruz's murder

and the mayor's shooting.

We intend to.

Every minute counts, Frank.

I don't want a series of status
reports and updates

which cost me cred

and make my PC look weak.

We need shock and awe here.

We need evidence and corroboration.

You have the full support of this
office behind you.

I'm not asking for nor do I want
anything

other than the license to do my
job as I always have.

These are extraordinary circumstances

and they call for extraordinary measures.

To make the most of whatever time
you have in this office.

The whole world is watching.
Whether or not you keep your job

will be judged by how you handle
the next few days.

I can be your top cop, Grace.

Doesn't make me your guy.

World of difference there.

There is an enormous
police presence

out here this morning,
a show of force on the heels

of last night's assassination attempt.

But as one resident put it,
"It is too little, too late

for the community here
at the Bitterman Houses."

You got that right.

Hey, Reagan, there's plenty
of blame to go around.

No point in, you know...

Hey, Vinny ever talk to you about
what it was like

growing up here?
No.

This building.

So, what do you want to do?

Let's do what Vinny would do
if he were still here with us.

Where are you going?

Let's talk to Hector Santiago's mom.
Come on.

I'm so sorry.

Your detectives have been in
and out of here

all night, asking questions.

Please leave me alone.
I have no more to say.

I'd like to help your son Hector.

Why would you do that?

In the memory of my late partner Vinny Cruz.

I don't think that Hector acted alone.

Makes no difference if he didn't.

At least tell me how I can talk to him.

His English is very good, I saw to that.

I'm not talking about his English.

What you really want to know
how you can break him?

No.
He's already broken.

He's been broken all his life!

Please, please, can I ask you
for some respect?

I mean,
she's lost her son

as surely as if he'd been killed himself.

We're trying to help you.

Please, don't come back.

I have lived here all my life,

and I know every trick in your book.

I will show them to the elevator.

We can find our own way.

We may not live in palaces,

but that doesn't mean we don't

have pride or manners.

I'll show you to the elevator.

You guys are unbelievable.

What are you talking about?

Half the people in there are tied

to Los Lordes, right?

Relatives, godparents...

"We don't think he acted alone.

How can we get him to give up
the bangers?"

Thanks for the tip.

I haven't given it to you.

The radio calms Hector down.

It relaxes him; it lets him focus.

The all-news stations.

The radio? That's it?

That's it.

You got any idea of the price of
things around here?

Okay.

All right, I've already wasted
too much time

walking you to the elevator.

Hey, Baez.

Oh, and bring the boss.

All right, these are the dumps

on Jorge's cellular over the last
three months.

Highlighted blocks represent
a pattern of calls

made every couple of weeks,
always clustered in the evening

over a 48-hour period.

They're always to five specific
numbers that trace back

to Santana Ricky and a few of the
other top dogs.

And they're made on the move.

All the calls are all bouncing off
of different cell towers.

Exactly. Now, the pattern picked
up again last night,

but it went dead right around the time
the mayor got hit.

All right, I'm sort of following, but...

They move guns and drugs, right?

Well, what if it's all orchestrated

amongst these five in a schedule that

the pattern represents?

The schedule got interrupted by
the little ruckus

with the mayor back at the ranch?

It'd make sense.

There's a lot to fill in.

We start with an eavesdropping
warrant

to go up on their phones, we do
a little surveillance,

wait for them to make a pickup
or a drop, and boom.

All the while hoping Santana's
stupid enough

to just go about business as usual?

Not stupid enough, Sarge,
arrogant enough.

Detectives, I'm Officer Reagan.

I'm Detective Crowley, this is Detective Jones.

You're the PC's kid...
I got that right?

His son, yes.

All right, and they said you had
some information for us.

Well, it's a tip.

Well, I hope it's a crowbar,
because this kid's nailed shut.

The sergeant and I paid a visit
to Hector's mother's apartment,

which was stocked full of
Los Lordes ears, apparently.

The radio calms him down,
helps him focus.

The all-news stations.

The radio.

Geez, that's good to know.

What happened to him?

Looks like he fell down.

Bzzzzt!
Officer, just chain the monkey up

in there, will you?
Ray-gun.

What's that?

Bzzzzt! Skinny Vinny's friend, Ray-gun.

That's... that's right, Hector.

I'm Jamie Reagan.

They told me it was a toy.

Told you what was a toy?

The heavy gun.

They said it shot caps.

It was supposed to be funny.

Aw, save it for the tape.

You know, we'll... we'll take it
from here.

Take it to where?

Thank you for that tip.

Detectives Crowley and Jones
are trying to break the kid.

What's the progress?

Little to none.

He's got some serious handicap issues

on top of he's another one born
allergic to cops.

All his rights covered?

Legal Aid attorney, kid's got his meds,

psych evaluation's been done,
all the bases are covered.

Cover them twice.

Our work in this case will be defined

in one way only... extraordinary
police work.

None of this shock and awe crap.

We're going by the book as far
as we can.

What's that mean, Ed?

There's no chapter in the book

about an attempted assassination
of a mayor.

Well, then we're writing it.

I want cases against these thugs

that the DA has no choice but
to prosecute.

Not the kind we have to ram
down his throat.

Airtight cases on a silver platter.

Copy that.

The whole department is to be
leakproof

both with the press and City Hall.

Every syllable goes through Garrett.

Before you return any calls or e-mails,
talk to me first.

This about Newhouse?

This is about us doing our work
without any interference,

any outside agendas or any showboating.

Understood?

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

I don't get it.

None of these guys are using
their cell phones.

All right, tell the other units to stand by.

Copy that.

Their phones have been dead
since 5am.

Probably swapped them out
for pre-paid ones.

Yeah.

Not stupid or arrogant.

But on the move.

We got eyes on Santana,

but we don't know where he's going.

Come on.

He's squaring the block.
He's made us.

Or he's being cautious.
Hold on.

Damn it. He's on the move.

: Reagan...
Hang on.

Reagan!

Damn it!

Commissioner.

Dad.

Jamie has something he would
like to... talk to you about.

And he needed to lawyer up?

No, he just asked me to come along.

Well, I'm pretty damn busy here,
so...

Look, I can't begin to understand

what you're dealing with here or...

Cut to it, son.

I think the detectives interrogating
Hector Santiago

are tuning him up.

Or looking the other way
when his guards do.

I don't pretend to know

what "getting it done" means
under these circumstances.

Do you think an order like that
would've come from this office?

I'm not saying that.

Walks like it, talks like it.

It's not my business.

I am your PC, and I am your father.

How could it not be your business?

There's parts of you,
I have no idea what...

goes on.

I thought you should hear this
directly from Jamie.

All right.

Thank you for bringing this to
my attention, Officer Reagan.

Yes, sir.

How did you come to observe
Santiago's treatment?

I brought the detectives some
information that I'd gained

while on patrol in the Bitterman Houses.

And Santiago was present?

Yes.

Did he remember you?

Respond to you?

Very much so.

Looks like
he's pulling into a parking lot,

middle of the block.

Keep him in sight.
We're almost there.

He's right here.

Where the hell is Santana?
Dropped him uptown.

So you've been driving this vehicle
all night?

No, he picked me up at my cousin's

and then I dropped him.

Uh-huh. Why are you parking it here?

He said this is where he wanted
his car for the night.

What the hell is this?

Would you open the trunk, please?

Open it yourself.

Long as I got your permission.

Actually...

get a warrant.

I can do that.

We need a warrant, partner.

...is still heavy
getting up

toward Fort Hamilton Parkway;
a crash there is now cleared...

Okay, Hector, let's try this again.

What was the name of the guy
who told you that

the gun was a fake?

Come on. Help me help you, Hector.

This is a waste of time.

I'm with you.

Let's just give it a few more minutes.

No, no, no. I gotta get some air.

Take an umbrella.

What?

Barometric pressure 8.0 and rising,

winds from the southeast at ten

to 15 knots,

chance of rain 90%

with a likelihood of severe thunderstorms,

a coastal flood

advisory is in effect until noon tomorrow.

Traffic in 60 seconds.

Hector.

You're pretty good at
remembering some stuff,

am I right?

What did the guy who gave you
the gun say to you?

Hector, here.

Under my chair.

Okay, and what did he say

when he told you that he
wanted you

to fire the gun in the meeting?

It ain't real, Hector.

It's just for fun, man.

Like Grand Theft Auto: Vice City.

But, uh...

you don't remember his name?

Hector...

you remember Skinny Vinny, Ray-Gun,

that kind of thing. Why is that?

They don't scare me.

Hector, can you tell us what
he looked like?

Mm...

scary.

Okay, but what else?

Mm...

black curly hair,

brown eyes,

Los Lordes tat

here, black T,

gold watch, locs...

Locs? What...

Low-cost sunglasses.

Red sneakers, rosary beads,

red bandana here.

Orlando?

Santana's foot soldier?

Orlando.

Keep it moving.

Got the warrant.

Good. Keep an eye on the
entrance, all right?

There's been a lot of interest
in this vehicle.

Why don't we just flatbed it
back to the command?

No, just give me a few minutes,
all right?

Reagan.

Come on!

Look, I'm a Porsche fan, okay?

Same way, say, a... guy who
owns a canoe's a...

big fan of yachts.

Dreamer of dreams.

These things are built to very specific

tolerances of fit and finish,

down to the millimeter.
If anything's out of whack

in this vehicle, I'm gonna find it,
partner.

Like this. Come here.

This door panel's not up to spec.

And I don't think this...

is a factory option.

That's a street value of a dozen Porsches.

Private meeting.
Why don't you beat it?

I said beat it. Move.

You, too.
I'll see you later.

Well, we found a very large
quantity of drugs

in your vehicle, Santana.

Yeah, well, I don't know how
they got there.

Yeah, you do.

But being as it wasn't in your possession
when we found it,

legally we can't charge you.

Nona, however, well...

It was in her possession,

and we will charge her.

We picked her up, what, an hour ago?

She's really upset with you.

She knows nothing about nothing.

Let her go.

I don't think you know much
about anything either.

In fact...

this would be a good time...

for you to do the right thing
for once in your stinking life.

Yeah? What's that?

Don't let Nona do a bid for you.

A 20-year bid.

Yeah, right.

You really that cold?

No, sweetheart...

Hey!

She's a detective.

Oh.

You see, if I take the hit every
single time

one of my crew members gets busted,

I'd have been locked up since
I was, like, nine.

Great.
Now, if you'll

excuse me, Detectives,

I got a business to run.

You don't have the balls to go
down there

and tell her yourself, do you?

You booked her,

and you seem to like playing her daddy,

so I'll leave that to you.

You appointed yourself Nona
and Noni's protector

since they were little kids.

You failed.

Now stop trying to take it out on me.

I'm gonna talk to her.

And I'm gonna tell her a little story

about a bad little man.

It's a free country.

Not for long.

Not for you.

This is Detective Reagan from
the 5-4 Squad.

The inmate Nona Palmeira

we need to move to protective
custody right away.

Nona Palmeira, she was arraigned
and remanded

earlier this evening...
I need her moved!

What?

What hospital?

How is she? She took a shiv
in her back,

another one in her ribs.
It was a set-up.

Either that or she makes
enemies real fast.

Hey. Look, I'm sorry.
For what?

I should've known he would do this.

Who?
Santana.

It was four bitches,

Reagan.
Nona...

Please stand back.

Reagan. Here.

Thanks. What do you got?

One of the four inmates involved
received an outside call

at 2320 last night, from a Hispanic male
Mm-hmm.

telling her to "take care" of Nona Palmeira.

And the COs did nothing.

The officer monitoring the call
took it to mean,

you know, "watch over her."
Great.

Who's the inmate?
Uh, one...

Rosa Escobar, in for assault.

Place of residence, unit 5-5F,

the Bitterman Houses.

Of course.

Rosa Escobar received a call

from a cell phone which traces
back to a Carlos Villalobos,

a lawyer

who answers to Santana.

With the message to quote,
"take care of you,"

unquote.

I want you to see if you can
follow me, okay, Nona?

You got shanked in jail on
Santana's order,

where you were being held

for taking the fall for his narcotics
possession,

approximately ten days after
you buried your sister,

who threw herself off of a roof
with your nephew

rather than live the life
that the Los Lordes

had sentenced the both of you to.

Does that sound about right?

Okay.

So what the hell are you gonna
do about it, Nona?

What are you offering me?

I am offering you the same thing
I offered you as a kid.

I'm gonna do everything in my
power to see to it

that you can have a fair shot at
a normal life.

I know I failed the last time,

and I don't want to fail again,

but it's up to you.

You got to give me something

that I can use to help you,

or there's nothing I can do.

And I will walk away, and I won't
look back.

Help me, Nona.

Okay.

The DA is still waffling,

but he has indicated that he is
willing to allow

Hector Santiago's testimony as
eyewitness testimony

as long as it is corroborated
by Nona Palmeira's.

Well, you know I have to ask, Frank.

Was there coercion?

Yes.

She was attacked in prison on
Los Lordes orders.

We flipped her this morning
in the hospital.

And the kid?

There was evidence to suggest

that one of the lead detectives
on the case had engaged in,

or allowed to occur,

some physical abuse of the suspect.

As soon as it was brought to
my attention,

he and his partner were removed
from the case

and placed on modified assignment.

So is this clean in the NYPD sense
or...

clean in the larger sense?

Both.

There's one other thing. I

don't usually go in for theatrics,

but in this case, I'd like to make
an exception.

A show of force... an orchestrated
sweep.

To what end?

To give the people what they want.

Courtesy of Mayor Carter Poole.

Thank you, Frank.

Thank you, Carter.

I wish I could be there standing
with you.

So do I.

At 0600 hours this morning

a joint task force consisting
of the Detective Bureau,

the Narcotics Division,

ESU, the Warrant Squad,

the Gang Division

and patrol...

armed with warrants for arrests

on charges including conspiracy
to murder in the cases

of police officer Vincent Cruz
and Mayor Carter Poole,

narcotics possession with intent
to distribute,

enterprise corruption and racketeering

and a number of other
serious charges...

conducted a sweep of the
Bitterman Housing Projects

and arrested 47 members
and associates

of the Los Lordes criminal organization,

including their head.

These arrests were made with
information

given by the residents of the
Bitterman Projects,

at their own risk, with no promise
of reward,

other than full NYPD cooperation

in restoring law and order
to their community.

I would like to note

that this operation was carried
out with the full input,

and by design of, Mayor Carter Poole,

with the explicit intent of conducting

the investigations and arrests
in such a manner

as to build trust between the NYPD

and the Bitterman community...

a trust that has been absent,

on both sides, for far too long.

Bless us, O Lord, for these, Thy gifts,

which we are about to receive

from Thy bounty, through
Christ, our Lord. Amen.

Amen.

Amen.

Hope He can hear us.
Amen.

He can always hear you.

But you have to listen very
carefully for His response.

And hear our prayers for
Carter Poole.

And his family.

And his recovery.

Amen.

Okay to pass?

Please.

Danny and I are taking my sister's
house in Quogue

the second week of July.

Quogue.

The Irish Riviera.

Biggest bluefish I ever caught

was off the jetty just east of there.

Are you, um, trying to rub it in?

No.

I'm bringing it up

because the house next door
is for rent, too.

Same week.

Nice place.

Five bedrooms,

comes with a boat and a slip.

Are you asking what I think
you're asking?

Can I just say that I have often
wondered what kind of

fantastic woman has dinner

with her in-laws every single
Sunday without complaint.

Thank you, Frank.

Look, I know I'm not the matriarch,

but I am a mother and a nurse,

and I think it's the perfect
prescription for this family.

No cases

except for cold beer,

and no shifts except for who
digs the next batch of clams.

You serious?

Yeah. But it's coming up,

so you got to lock in some
vacation for that week.

Well, I'm kind of moved.

Well, I'm the only one at this table
who, when I cut myself,

I don't bleed NYPD blue,

but from where I'm sitting...

...you guys need a break from it.

How would that be a break from it?
We'd just be moving

the family business to the beach
for a week,

way I see it.

Yeah, but this way

you can keep tabs on each other.

And anybody who talks shop
gets kicked off of the island.

So what do you say?

We can take you crabbing.

We know a great spot.
You do?

Yeah.

Danny, you okay with this?

Oh, yeah. Mm-hmm.

We don't have to pay for the other
house though, do we?

No, they'd chip in.
Oh, yeah.

Then of course I am.

What do you guys say?

I'll bite.

Yeah?

Deal then?

A week at the beach.

Amen to that, too.