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Previously on Blue Bloods...

Well done, Detective Reddick.

I'd like to be posted here
in One PP.

I like her, too, but she's
a handful and a half.

I really am excited to be
up here with the dream team.

We like to think of ourselves
more like the Three Musketeers.

This office is

the deep end of the pool.

It's for sinking or swimming.

- Are you gunning for my job?
- No.

- Do you feel threatened?
- You know what, don't flatter yourself.

You're transferring me?

I can't waste you up here

when I could have you
working out there.

Do good work.
Come back safe.

It's like living next door
to an animal!

Well, maybe if you
turned down the show tunes,

this never would've happened!

Do you have any idea
how valuable this piece is?

Any idea what I would do to you
if you tore that canvas?

- I'd snap you in two!
- Okay, okay!

- That's enough. That's enough!
- Yeah!

What's going on here?

He was banging
on the wall so hard,

he nearly destroyed Jonathan's
Sebastian Blanck.

'Cause they won't turn
the damn music down.

Right, right. And last time
it was because

you were playing
your drums too loud.

At 8:00 in the morning

on a Saturday.

And a month before that,

you fed his dog
chocolate brownies.

- That never happened.
- You know you did it.

She was puking
for two days!

And you were so kind
to smear it all over our door,

good neighbor.

- That's enough.
- This has got to stop.

We cannot keep
coming down here

every time you two
get in an argument.

Then he is going
to have to move.

I'm not going anywhere.

If anyone's moving,
it's you two.

We've been here
for 20 years.

Sounds like the perfect
time for a change.

A frat boy in Chelsea.

Thanks. No thanks!

Listen to me.

I'm sick of this. You...

go to your corner.

You, go to your corner.

Now!

I hope nothing happens
to your doggy.

Touch my dog, I will kill you!
- I will kill you.
Whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Did you hear what he just said?

Yeah, I heard what
he just said.

Now get in there before
you get arrested.

♪ Don't tell me not to live,
just sit and putter ♪

♪ Life's candy and the sun's
a ball of butter ♪Don't even think about it!

♪ Don't bring around a...

You think that'll work?

Well, it hasn't so far.

I was just thinking...

I thought I smelled
something burning.

I don't have time
for jokes, okay?

This is serious.

What travels faster,
sound or light?

Light?

Which is why
when we first met,

I thought you were bright,
and then I heard you speak.

I swear, Reagan,
sometimes I think

you were born on a highway.

A highway?

That's where most
accidents happen.

You know, I used
to tell people

that you had a body
like a Greek god.

And then someone reminded me
that Buddha isn't Greek.

Ha ha ha.

A three-legged dog
walks into a bar,

says to the bartender...

"I'm looking for the
man who shot my paw."

- You know that one?
- Yeah.

I'm a fart smeller.

I mean, a real smart feller.

I could do this
all day long.

I know.
Excuse me.

The boss asked to see you.

Ugh. Just when
I was having fun.

Not your boss.
Your boss.

I don't know.

- You're yanking my chain.
- I am not.

But you've been here
a hundred years.

You're all me and the other
investigators know.

It's the hundred years part.

It's why
I'm packing it in, Anthony.

Look, I know I'm supposed
to say I'm happy for you,

but I'm not.

It'll be fine.
No, it won't.

They're gonna put some yahoo
in your chair

who doesn't know his ass
from his elbow,

and you know it.

No, the guy they got in mind

isn't half bad.

Well, "half bad" is just
another way of saying

he's only half good.

I'm telling you,
this guy's solid.

You two have a lot in common.

Yeah, great. He's gonna
want to be pals.

- I'm 50-something years old,
- Charlie.

My dance card is full.

It's you, numbnuts.

I'm talking about you.

Me what?

You're the new
chief investigator.

Come on.
You're yanking my chain.

Hand-picked you myself.

- Hey.
- Good evening, Detectives.

Not a good evening
if we're seeing you.

No offense.

Yeah, sorry about that.

Came home from an event
and found his husband dead.

Must have been
a pretty bad scene.

Multiple stab wounds.

Poor thing.

Any chance he saw anything
unusual in the apartment?

He's been like that
since we got the call.

But there is something.

What?
911 got a call
earlier today.

An altercation in the hallway
between this couple

and their next-door neighbor.

Responding officer?

Edit Janko.

You don't say.

- Where is she?
- They're bringing in Detective Reddick now.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Hold on a sec.

Commissioner.

You know who you are.
Be that.

How many times you have to
respond to calls over there?

A dozen. Maybe more.

- - At least once a week, 2
- B and 2
- C are at each other's throats.

Okay. What happened yesterday?

The guys were blasting
show tunes.

That pissed Roger off,

and he started banging
on their wall,

and that knocked Jonathan's
painting to the ground

and almost destroyed it.

And things got heated?

Very. They were at
each other's throats

when I arrived on the scene.

- Physical?
- Damn close.

What's your take
on this Roger guy?

He seem capable of doing
something like this?

- He's definitely hotheaded.
- Hotheaded.

Did he ever make
any threats, this Roger?

Threatened to kill
Mitchell yesterday.

That's burying the lede
a little bit, don't you think?

I didn't take it seriously
in the moment.

I thought it was just one
of those things people say.

Right. Until a dead body
turns up a few hours later.

Two guys go into a bar,
okay?

- What?
- Third one ducks.

You know, not a bar,
but a bar.

You know, the third guy ducks.

I got a better joke. Okay.

A real doozy.
Mm-hmm.

Yesterday, Peterson asked me
to take his job

as chief investigator.

- Seriously?
- True story.

Well, what did you say?

I told him I was flattered.

But you're not gonna
do it, right?

I don't know. Why?

Well, y-you can't.

Really?

What?
You know,

I-I figured you would
be doing the opposite.

I figured you would
be the one

- talking me into taking the job.
- Well, yeah.

Of course. I mean...
you should

if-if, you know,
that's something

you might be interested in.

Not your most convincing
argument, Counselor.

I'm sorry, Anthony,
I'm just concerned about,

I don't know, the
motivation behind the offer.

What motivation

could Charlie Peterson
possibly have

that would get your panties
all bunched up?

My undergarments are just fine.

And it's not Charlie
that I'm thinking about.

It's the person behind him
who's pulling the strings

that I'm worried about.

- Crawford?
- Yeah. Exactly.

You really are paranoid.

You know what she's capable of.

I tell you that
my pal is retiring

and wants me to fill his shoes
as boss,

and the first place
your mind goes to is

a Crawford conspiracy?

You know she has it out for me.
You know it.

So, what, I'm such
a bubbling stunod

that it's impossible
that I could get

- that kind of nod on merit?
- I didn't say that.

That the only way
I could get it if it's got

something to do with you?

I did not say that, Anthony.

You know, you're right
about one thing, I am stunod.

I should have known everything
revolves around you.

Anthony...

I got a good one for you.

Why'd the fat guy
cross the road?

To get the hell away
from Erin Reagan.

Anthony.

Ain't like the movies, is it?

Not even close.

Makes you second-guess
all those death scene speeches.

It's hard to be eloquent
when you're bleeding.

I could barely speak.

Bonk on my head did me in

even more than getting shot.

After you left One PP,

the last place I expected
to see you was here.

It doesn't make sense how
everything could be moving

a hundred miles an hour
and in slow motion

at the same time.

That's it right there.

Does it ever stop playing?

My experience, the first day
is the worst,

tomorrow's a little better,

the next day is better
than the day before.

And so on.

But the good news...

is you're cleared
to get out of here.

That's the best medicine.

I wish the doctor would
write me that prescription.

Got my latest CAT scan results,
didn't like the look of them.

He wants to keep me here
for observation.

Abnormal brain activity.

I don't know, your brain was

pretty abnormal to begin with.

No doubt.

Look, I'll get out of here,
let you get some rest.

Remember, you know who you are.

Be that.

You got that right.

Hey.

I'm in.

He didn't come in today.

- Did he say why?
- He didn't say anything.

He just didn't show up.

Is that unusual for him
to not show up?

Very. Roger's one
of my best trainers.

He's a beast.
An absolute killer.

A killer?
Tough as nails, man.

He's an excellent instructor,
and his students love him.

So he's likable.

When he wants to be.

And when he doesn't want to be?

Get on his bad side and
he'll rip your throat out.

Hmm.
Rip your throat out?

We specialize in
hand-to-hand combat.

Do you all work
with knives in here?

Knives, guns, machetes.

And what about Roger?
Is he handy with a knife?

Gut you like a deer
if he had to.

You don't say. Okay.

Uh, any idea where
we could find him today?

If I did, I'd have
done it already.

Missed three classes today.

Sounds like Roger
the excellent trainer

has some anger issues.

What we preach here
is controlled rage.

Learning how to harness
that anger for combat.

You ever seen Roger
out of control?

I've seen him get
pretty close...

but never cross the line.

That's why he's one of the best
fighters we got.

Hey, we're gonna postpone
this budget thing.

Okay.

Between us, I think
Frank's a little rattled.

Well, a cop got shot.
What do you expect?

How are you doing?

I'm fine.

Everything I'm hearing, she's
pretty well out of the woods.

Not that so much as...

There but for the grace of God.

- And my part in it.
- Your part?

I came at her pretty hard
when she was up here.

You gave as good
as you got.

Yeah, but still,
she wound up out there

instead of in here.

And if she took a different
subway that morning...

I hear you.

Garrett, thanks for the update.

Why don't you check
social media posts,

see if he posted anything
with a location.

I'll check airports,

see if he used his passport
to leave the country.

I don't think he
- left the country.
- Oh, you never know.

Actually, I do.

Roger?

He showed up at my precinct.

Figured you want a word.

Definitely want a word.

You been drinking, Roger?

Did a couple shots
before coming here.

A little liquid courage
for you?

It's been a stressful
couple of days.

Well, people do a lot of things
out of character

when they're stressed.

Doesn't make you
a bad person.

- I didn't kill Mitchell.
- No one said you did.

- He thinks it.
- What makes you say that?

You've been all over town
looking for me.

My house, my job.

Yeah. We wanted to
ask you a few questions.

I'm not an idiot.
I know how bad this looks.

- How bad does it look?
- She knows.

I mean, one minute
me and him are

screaming our heads off
at each other,

the next minute the guy
shows up dead.

Things got pretty heated
between you two

fairly often over there?

He poisoned my dog.

Someone did that to my dog,
I'd lose my cool, too.

I didn't like the guy,
but I didn't kill him.

Maybe you wanted
to scare him.

You know, put the fear
of God into him

so he'll never mess
with you again.
Not like that.

"Mess with my dog again
and I'll rip your throat out."

You mean more like that?

It's my job to file
an incident report.

Well, does it say in there that
he threatened to kill my dog?

It says plenty
of other things in there.

Plenty of inflammatory things.

And nobody would think
you're crazy

for losing your cool
if you did.

- I didn't do anything.
- Then why'd you run?

You know, people who run

tend to do it for a reason,

because they have
something to hide.

'Cause I knew
how bad it looked.

That's why I went to see her.

I realized I was only making
myself look more guilty.

And you helped yourself
by going to see her.

Why don't you help
yourself again

and just tell us
what really happened.

Anything I say only
digs the hole deeper.

You know, you may not be

in as much trouble
as you think, Roger.

You want to know
what I think?

You look like a decent guy
who found himself

in an impossible situation
and reacted.

Someone carrying a lot
of weight around.

You unload it, you're gonna
feel a lot better.

What do you say?

I thought you had him.

He was right there,
wasn't he?

So you definitely think
he did it?

Nothing's ever definite
until it's definite.

You sounded pretty
definite in there,

like you didn't have
any doubt.

There's always doubt.

I mean, not enough to take him
off the front burner.

All arrows do seem to
point in his direction.

You were asking him
to confess.

Yeah. You'd be surprised
how many times a perp

will tell you the truth

if you just ask him
for the truth.

He seemed like he was
in some kind of pain.

It's a lot of weight to
carry around on your shoulders.

A toxic ton.

Yeah, but people don't want
to send themselves to jail

for the rest of their life.

No. But you can never underestimate

the mental torture
of guilt either.

So you do think he did it.

I think we need to
keep investigating.

M.E. wants to see me
and my partner.

I'll let you know
where that leads.

I know what you're all thinking.

How did the biggest guy
in the building

get the smallest office?

But that should tell you all
you need to know about Anthony.

All heart, no ego.

Hear, hear.
- Yeah.
- He's been a friend,

a trusted colleague,

and now I am pleased
to introduce him to you

as the new
chief investigator.

- None of that's necessary.
- Take a bow. Take a bow.

Thank you, guys.

Look, uh, you know,
when this first came up,

I wanted no part of it.

I wanted what all of you want:

for Charlie here
to stay on forever.

Um, excuse me. A.D.A. Reagan
is here to see you.

Yeah. Tell her I'm in a meeting.

What can I say?

I'll probably fall on my face
a hundred times

trying to fill
this great man's shoes.

But I will work like hell

to prove myself worthy
of this honor.

Thank you, Charlie.

The thing that cripples us all,

most of all... guilt.

About Reddick?

Her exodus from One PP.

She stays up here,
she doesn't become

another cop shot.

Yeah, but that's not on him.

Sure, they sparred a bit,

but everything was
above board.

Sid played fair.

His victory was
her departure.

I don't know about that.
There were others

that share the blame
- on that front.
- Frank?

Well, he blames himself
for everything.

The heavy head of the crown
got a little heavier, I'm sure.

Look, it was us.

He could see it wasn't
a great fit.

He could see she was
of greater value

- out there than up here.
- Agreed.

But if you didn't mean Frank,
then who shares the blame?

The first woman
in a dog's age

arrived here on the 14th.

Not to meet some quota,
mind you,

but because she was
sharp as a tack.

Proved that
on her first day.

And how did
I welcome her?

With the open arms I always
told myself I would,

or the cold shoulder
of career insecurity?

Abby.

That was a rhetorical question,

if you couldn't tell.

Abigail, that's ridiculous.
You were plenty decent to her.

I guess we did sorta...

Push her out the door.

Yeah.

I sounded like a moron today.

Not at all.
You were great.

That was not great.
You were great, as usual.

Look, over time you develop
a feel for the job.

It will come.
Trust me.

You see, right there.
That's what I'm talking about.

You know exactly
the right thing to say

to lift a guy's spirits
or to keep him motivated.

I mean, how do you do that?

Much as I wish it were so,
I'm no artist.

No virtuoso,
no athletic phenom.

But I recognized early
that didn't mean

I had to go without
my masterpiece.

I had my life's work
in my hands.

I vowed to make it
a Rembrandt.

This was never a job
to me, Anthony.

Tell me again why
you're retiring.

I'm at that age.
You know,

kids are grown and
out of the house.

I just don't have the same
passion for the work

that I used to.

You're nervous about
being the boss.

Something I picked up
along the way:

do the thing that
scares you most.

All the best things in life are
on the other side of that fear.

Yeah.

Hey, Dad.

Your mom would be mad at me.

I think at this point
Mom would be okay.

No. You know that look.

"Not in my kitchen you don't."

Your sister sent you.

Mom's Irish soda bread.

This is for the,
uh, St. Paddy's...

She said, "I'm worried
about the old man.

Go check on him."

You know how much easier
it would have been

to be your kid
if you were a fireman?

Wasn't in the cards.

Whole department's pulling
for Detective Reddick.

I know I don't need to say it.

Then don't.

It's not on you.

Of course it is.
It always is.

I'm the police commissioner.

Yeah, but this isn't
a conscription army.

Every one of us in uniform
chose this life.

But guilt ain't the thing

that's got me singing
this sad song.

Then what?

Well, she's gonna recover
from the gunshot completely,

but she says the fall might have
caused some brain damage.

- Brain damage?
- Yeah.

But it was a load of crap.
She made it up.

Doctor confided in me
she wants to stay put.

She asked him
to buy her some time.

PTSD?

Or something like that.

And you can't call her out
on it.

No.

So you got to keep up
the charade to her and for her.

You've thought about
bringing in a psychologist,

but the moment he walks in the
door she'll know what's up.

And?

Proud cop like that may never
recover from the embarrassment,

so you got to maintain
the charade.

What else?

You're betting on time.

You're betting that she'll
get there on her own.

And if she doesn't?

It'll be you that has
to walk her through it.

You know, I wouldn't wish
my job on anybody,

but if you were ever so inclined
you'd be really good at it.

I'm not so inclined.

Happy to hear it.

You summoned us,
oh, mighty one?

There on the table.

Couldn't have just,
uh, emailed it to us?

Had to have us come
all the way down for this?

Well, you know how I like
spending time together.

And that. That.

I wanted to see that look
on your face when you read it.

Myocardial infarction?
This isn't a mistake?

I don't make mistakes.

Well, except for
- my three marriages.
- Three?

Okay, but the vic had
multiple stab wounds.

Half a dozen.

Right. So how is that
a heart attack?

They were all received postmortem.

He was already dead?

Not for long, but,
you know, dead is dead.

Come on, let's go,
let's go, come on.

You didn't kill
your neighbor.

- What?
- He was already dead.

- What are you talking about?
- Your neighbor,

who died of a heart attack.

So if you stabbed him,
you were stabbing a dead man.

So it's not murder?

No. In fact, I don't even
think it's attempted murder.

At least not technically.

So, less jail time.

You worried about
going to jail, Roger?

Well, yeah, of course.

I mean, I know how bad
this all looks for me.

Roger, did you stab Mitchell?

No, no.
I already told you that.

Because if you did,

now would be the time
to say so, right?

Like I said,
he was already dead.

We're gonna continue
to break into teams.

Each team will be assigned
a trial bureau.

Nothing's written in stone.

Anthony,
did you hear that?

Hello?

Earth to Anthony.

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
What's up?

Did you hear anything
I was saying?

Uh, I-I'm sorry, I didn't.

Not exactly setting the best
example here, buddy.

I'm sorry about that.

Why don't you walk us
through the steps

on how to properly file
your weekly reports?

Okay.

Uh...

You know, I'm good.

Pardon?

Uh, why don't you guys
carry on without me?

But this is for you.

Yeah, yeah.
You know, uh,

I don't think so.

It's a lot of busywork.

It's kind of not my bag.

But this is how we do things.

It's important that
you understand...

Yeah, i-it's how we used
to do things.

What do you mean by that?

I guess I mean there's
a new sheriff in town,

and he ain't into paperwork
like the old sheriff.

How much longer they got you
cooped up in here?

The million-dollar question.

Hard charger like you,
you must be dying.

Doctor's orders, one day
at a time, yada yada yada.

Is this a pancake
or a Frisbee?

I thought you were here
to cheer me up, not piss me off.

Exactly why we're here.

We got an idea.

I hope you didn't hurt yourself
too much coming up with it.

Still a pain in the ass.
She seems fine to me.

What's the idea?

Something we'd like to
take your temperature on.

It's gonna take
some heavy lifting.

So we wanted to make sure
it's something

you're even interested in
before we float it.

Why?

- Why what?
- Why are you guys here...

doing this big heavy lifting
thing for me?

Because we all feel crappy
about the way we treated you.

I was no angel myself.

Far from it.
Devil woman.

Ha! You loved it.

Now quit flirting with me
and give me the big news.

We want you to come back
to One PP.

Seriously?

Nothing to worry about.
It's good as done.

The commissioner's on board.

Wow.

Who's minding the store?

Boss?

Commissioner.
Frank.

Could I please have the room?

You gonna tell me
what that was all about?

What what's about?

I just walked you
step by step

through a system I spent
the last 20 years

developing and refining,

and you shot down
every one of those practices

with little more than
a wave of your hand.

Charlie, I got to do
it my way, don't I?

Not right out of the gate.

Maybe over time you can
make minor adjustments,

but this system works.

- Don't fix what ain't broke.
- Exactly.

Now come back
and reassure the team

that you're on board
with the program.

I'm sorry, Charlie,
I can't do that.

It's my way or the highway,
as they say.

You ungrateful little...

Listen to me, I will not
stand idly by

watching you destroy
everything I built

before your ass even
hits the seat.

You're gonna do it my way,
and that's an order!

You know, Charlie,
you don't sound like a guy

who, uh, lost the fire
for the job.

What?

Yeah. The other night,
that's what you said to me.

You were retiring because

you lost your passion
for the job.

Well, yeah.

Something don't add up, Charlie.

I'm beginning to think

I picked the wrong guy
to succeed me.

That's part of it.

We like each other,

but I was never
your go-to guy.

Sure you were.

Nah, not really.

Now why don't you tell me why

you're really leaving the job?

I told you why.

You fed me a line of bull.

Now I want to know,
why are you really

leaving the job, Charlie?

I figured it out,
why nobody likes you.

Well, that's some opener
to your apology.

My apology?

Yes! For storming out of here,

for turning me away
from your door,

for, for ignoring me all week.

Yeah, 'cause you showed
zero faith in me.

Nada. Zip. Nil.

Will you stop being such a baby?
It wasn't personal.

Oh, now I'm a baby.

Talk about missing the mark
on your apology.

I have nothing
to apologize for.

- Well, neither do I.
- Then why are you here?

'Cause you suck.

Well, flattery will
get you nowhere.

Yeah, you suck because
you're right.

Because you're always right.

And that's why
nobody likes me?

Correctamundo.

What happened?

You know what happened.

Crawford's behind
your promotion.

To separate us.
To piss you off.

Peterson spilled the beans
to me.

I am so sorry, Anthony.

Yeah, well, don't be.

I'm happy about it.

I never wanted that job
to begin with.

Then why are you
so pissed at me?

Because I wanted you
to want me to want it.

Anthony, I do want you
to want it,

but I want you to want it
when I'm D.A., not now.

Not like this.

I need you here.

You're the only one I trust.

Well, you should have said so.

You're right.
You're right.

And know this.

The way you made me feel...

if I ever feel that way again,

the last thing you'll ever
see of me is

the back of my head.

Capisce?

"Ca-peach."

Oof, you're so Irish.

"Ca-peace." Ca-peace?

Please stop, you're hurting me.

Come on.

We gonna have lunch or what?

First of all...

we got the son of a bitch
who shot you.

And I promise you I will
do whatever it takes

to see that he is prosecuted

to the full extent
of the law.

Second...

You put on a pretty good show
for the team.

Still not ready, huh?

You know.

Well, I've been
where you are.

Are you angry?

Far cry.

You value honesty
above all else,

and I have been
dishonest with you.

Ah, complicated truth.

I appreciate the effort
to be understanding,

but it's still there.

You have the answer,

but can you show the work?

People think your demand
for honesty

comes from a strictness,

but that's not it.

You're telling me
what something is not.

You're trying to buy time.

You genuinely want
to help people.

A lot of people say that.
Especially cops.

But with you it's really true.

Flattery.

And if people don't share
what's hurting them,

you can't help them.

Well...

when you want to go home
and you're ready to talk...

call me.

Unit 12 is on the scene.
Elevator's down.

We had to take the stairs.

I told you I will kill you!

Whoa! Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- I told you!
- Roger, get your hands off him.

Let him go, get your hands--
keep your hands up.

- Keep your hands up.
- He's a complete psycho!

I caught him spying
on me.
What is that?

It's a camera.
There's multiple on the balcony.

Probably been there
for months.

- Is that true?
- I have no idea.

I've never seen that before
in my life.

Then why does the wire run
right into your apartment?

I have no idea.

Maybe Mitchell put it there.

- Why would he do that?
- So they could know when I'm not home.

Probably how they were able
to poison my dog.

For the last time, we didn't
poison your dog.

How did you find that?

I'm out there tonight
minding my own business,

having a cigar.

I notice this little
green light

poking out of the bushes.

Creep's probably
watching me undress.

Oh, please, don't flatter yourself.

Hey, keep an eye on them.

You two, stay where you are.

Danny, I'm gonna need
a search warrant.

There you go.

It was Jonathan?
Yep.

But why?

The day you showed up

and they were at
each other's throats,

Mitchell and Jonathan actually
turned up the music

to drown out the sounds
of their lovers' quarrel.

Lovers' quarrel, those two?

Mitchell was having
an affair.

No.
Yep.

Jonathan found out
earlier that day.

No.

Jonathan got pissed,
got drunk, got angrier.

Came home that night with
vengeance on his mind.

He's the one that
stabbed Mitchell?

Not knowing that his husband
was already dead.

I literally can't
believe this.

Nobody saw it coming.

Maybe Mitchell is reaching
back from the beyond

to make sure that
we got that video.

Oh, you mean, like
he's sending us clues

from the other side?

Mitchell's the one that

planted the video camera, right?

Well, a few months back,

after the incident
with Roger and the dog.

You know, he was a little scared
of a retaliation.

What's gonna happen
to Jonathan?

Can't charge him with murder.
His husband was already dead.

But the D.A. is gonna
try to charge him

with attempted murder.

Well, maybe his husband
is gonna reach out

and keep haunting him
from the beyond.

Well, there's always that.

Doctor finally signed off yesterday.

She was released last night.

Pretty remarkable recovery.

A Christmas miracle.

In March.

Well, Santa works
in mysterious ways.

Maybe she got better so quick
on account of my offer

to bring her back here
to One PP.

Your offer?

Well, your offer.

Excuse me?

Yeah, I got a little
carried away.

That one's on me.

No, that's not true.

We're all in this together.

Yeah, we should have
cleared it with you first.

So now you guys think
you can treat her

the way you treat each other?

She busts balls, I got
to give it right back.

Like family.

That's why she called.

I mean, she wouldn't tell me
what it was about.

She just said, "I want to
give you the answer in person."

Well...

Jimmy, let's have her.

Detective Reddick, sir.

Good morning, everyone.

Morning.

Your old spot.

Congrats on an
amazing recovery.

Yeah, about that...

The doctors weren't
keeping me there.

I was keeping myself there.

Why would you do that?

Because I was scared.

So you were lying to us?

Told you, I'm no angel.

You're a good liar.

When you're a kid
and you don't like your life

but you have no clue
how to change it yet,

you make believe instead.

Becomes a habit.

I built a persona.

A tough-as-nails, type A

overachiever who could
do it all.

But I forgot there was a person
under the persona.

That's really self-aware of you.

Oh, I can't take the credit.

A friend helped me see it.

Don't give away the credit
so quickly.

It's no easy task
admitting to yourself

and to others
what you just did.

As soon as I did,
I felt better

and ready to get back to work.

Here. With us.

What's the hesitation?

A post at One PP has been
a lifelong goal,

and working with you guys
has been

the best kind of challenge,
and also a pleasure.

But if I get behind a desk now
instead of back in the saddle,

I'll always second-guess it.

There's nothing
to second-guess.

You already proved that you can
more than handle it out there.

And we don't want you
up here out of guilt.

I think we need you.

Hmm.

But I need to get
back out there.

And thank you.

Welcome back.

- Happy St. Paddy's Day.
- Thank you.

Thank you.

Wait, why are none of you
Reagan boys named Patrick?

I thought that all

Irish families had
at least one Patrick.

- Wasn't in the cards.
- Was almost in the cards.

- One for you.
- Oh...

Oh, it's so cute.
What do I do with it?

- You drown it.
- Drown it?

Yeah, in the whiskey.
Just like that.

Aw.
Yeah, don't worry.

It's not gonna feel a thing.

Yeah, it's dead.

Hardy-har-har.
Joke's on you.

So which one of you was it?

Which of us was what?

The "almost Patrick."

Well, it wasn't one of us.

Yeah, not us.
It was her.

Oh.

If I was a boy.

And Francis was convinced
that she was.

Her mom, too, don't forget.

Not me, dear.
I knew from day one.

I wanted them
to name you Fart.

No, he's not kidding.

I was four.

Yeah, well, thankfully that one

didn't get too much traction.

- Not for lack of effort, Dad.
- Thank you.

No, "Ireland forever"
it would be.

There you go.

Ireland forever?

Erin go bragh, numbnuts. Erin.

Oh, so that's what that means.

Five generations
of Reagans

are rolling over
in their graves right now.

Sean, Sean, you are not deserving

of the good Irish name
you were given.

No. I should've
named him Fart.

On that note...

May the road rise up
to meet you.

May the wind be
always at your back.

May the sun shine warm
upon your face.

May the rains fall soft
upon your fields.

Till we meet again,
may God hold you

in the palm of his hand.

Happy St. Patrick's Day.

You grab the stem.
There you go.

I got it.

Yeah!

Hey, I'm Irish. Kiss me,
I'm Irish.

There you go.

I'm Irish! I'm Irish!

You're Irish.

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