All language subtitles for subs bb s13e09

Ma'am, please,

is there anything I can do

to get you to reconsider?

Please?

Great, thanks for nothing.

Our sole witness in the Bardo
murder will not testify now.

Screwed on Upchurch, too.

Ballistics don't match
the gun we recovered.

Can't people just take a break
from killing each other

long enough for us to catch up
on all these cases?

Detective Reagan?
Not now, Meyers.

We're swamped. Danny.

Says she's a
friend of yours.

She is.
Thank you.

Hey, Naomi.

Detective Maria Baez,

Naomi Dixon.

I was her husband's
first partner when

he got his gold shield.
One of my best partners ever.

Uh, second to
you, of course.

But, uh, I taught him
everything I know. Oh.

What'd that take-- five minutes?

Very funny.
Nice to meet you, Naomi.

You too.
You good?

You're not good. Um,
why don't we go...
Can we talk?

Yeah, of course.

Uh, hold down
the fort, okay?

What's going on?
Everything okay?

So, John's been
on an undercover assignment

for the last few months.

But he's in over his head.

Is he in danger?
From who he's with?

I don't know
a lot of the details.

But he's just
not himself anymore.

He drinks now.
Uh-huh.

And yells at the kids

and he stays out
for days on end.

And last week
I caught him snorting cocaine.

So, he's drinking and drugging?

And he says, "Well, it's just
to fit in with the criminals."

But all he cares about
is making this case

and screw the rest of us.

Look, you know I'd do
anything for you and John.

This is probably something you
should address with his handler

at the department.
And so he gets
thrown off the job

and then he hates us even more?

No, you have got to talk to him.

You know he looks up to you.

Naomi, I-I...

Please, Danny.
He will listen to you.

And this is our family.

Okay.

The Village People, really?

Won our fifth-grade
talent show.

What did you go as?
Please say Leatherman.

The cop.

Oh.
Girls went so wild
for me in uniform

I knew I'd found
my calling.

I learn something new
about you every day.

Pretty cool, right?

Didn't say that.

Wallets out, partner.

First rule of patrol:

never pass up a kid
selling something homemade.

Wouldn't dream of it.

Hi.
Hi.

Two cocoas, please.

Do you want
a cookie too?

I made oatmeal
and chocolate chip.

Sold on both.

"All proceeds go
to my new puppy fund."

Oh, no, did you
lose your dog?

No, someone stole
Mr. Pickles last week.

What?
I brought him out to pee

and this guy
ran up and grabbed him.

And I tried to hold on
to the leash,

but he shoved me and drove off
in a red car with him.

You called 911, right?
No.

My dad said police
don't help people like us.

That's not true.
What's your name?

Elyse.
All right, Elyse,

we're gonna take our cocoas
and our cookies

and your statement on exactly
what happened with Mr. Pickles.

Hello, neighbor.

Henry. I didn't know
you shopped here.
When the sale is good.

Though with prices these days,

I may give up eating altogether.

You stocking up?

Oh.

These.

These are just...
I-I mean, they...

You mean what?

How is your family?

Donna, is everything okay?

I can't buy a gift card?

Look, did someone
ask you to buy these?

I don't mean to pry...

Then... don't.

Donna.

It's nice seeing you, Henry.

Hey.

Figured I'd stop by,
wish my dad a happy birthday.

Great minds.

Except...

Oh, my God.

This just ain't right.

Okay.

Joe.

I'm gonna find whoever did this

and I'm gonna bury them.

I got this.

I'll put Nuciforo
on it right away.

You're gonna delegate this?

This was my dad.

And my son.

Besides, you've got
a task force case to take down.

How do you know that?

I keep tabs on family.

Helps me worry less, or...

so I tell myself. Well,

I'll bang in sick.
This is way more important.

I'd like to handle this.

That an order?

I'm asking.

As his father.

Sorry, Dad.

But back then,
as your partner,

John Dixon was
squared away?

Yeah, he was a great guy.

He was a hard charger,
like a Mini-Me.

That's why we
clicked so well.

That's him.

Johnny Druhan!

Danny?

It's Detective Reagan and
my partner Detective Baez.

Play along.

So you know I'm under.

Mr. Druhan, we understand
you were involved in

a traffic accident
last Tuesday on the BQE?

No, I have no idea
what you're talking about.

Well, according to the
other driver, you do.

We would have spoken
to you at home,

but you're never
there anymore.

Oh, geez. Naomi came to you?

Yes, she's
worried about you.

She doesn't get what we do.

"We" don't do
cocaine, you do.

You didn't, uh, you didn't
talk to my handler?

Only to get the skinny
on this case.

He knows nothing else. Yet.

Wait. So, what,
are you threatening...

are you threatening
to pull me out right now?

Damn right I am, you don't
get your ass under control.

Now, let's go have
a cup of coffee

and we can talk
about all of this.

"All this"?
This is me doing my job,

like you taught me to.

Really?
Yeah.

Like Naomi should understand.

Crap.

It's my boss.

Relax.

Keep it moving.

Something wrong, Druhan?

Hey. I said
keep it moving.

He works for me. I get a say.

Well, you know one
of your employees

has a problem
with road rage, sir?
Hey,

they're wrong, Bob, all right?

Which I just told them.

So unless you two have more
than somebody's word,

this is where you screw off.

Let's go

Keep it under control,
Mr. Druhan.

That's the guy
you showed the ropes?
Yeah.

Once upon a time.

Hey, boss, you got a minute?

More like 30 seconds.

Okay so here's the deal.
We're on patrol,

we come across a girl
with a card table

on the sidewalk, selling
hot cocoa and cookies.

I got to say, the oatmeal one
really hit the spot.

Fifteen seconds.

She's saying this
girl told us about

a strong-arm robbery and
we want to run with it.

How young is this girl?
Elyse is ten.

Oh, that's young
for a complaint.

Well, we wanted to
talk to her dad too,

but he's apparently
not a fan of the cops.

Okay, so you got nothing?

Except her statement.
Okay, maybe you two
have not heard,

but street crime is skyrocketing
in our precinct. That is why

I need every
pair of boots on the ground

instead of trying to fill
the shoes of detectives.

Okay, well, can we at least

give our notes
to someone in the Squad?

This girl needs help.

I'm going up there now.
I will save you the trip.

Henry, you didn't

have to.
No, I did.

What you were buying and why
is none of my business.

20 years retired and the old
cop in me still won't shut up.

Thank you.

Of course, a smart lady like you
would never fall for

some of the scams that are
floating around these days.

Like when your
computer freezes

and there's a message that
you should make a phone call

to get it unfrozen.

Oh.
Or when an IRS
agent claims

that you owe back taxes

and the only way to pay up
is to use gift cards.

It must be scary.

Cough up the dough or the Feds

take your home.

And you can't
tell a soul

because it might
violate privacy laws.

Henry, stop, stop.

Even though it's bogus.

The IRS never uses the phone.

Oh, God.
How could I have been so stupid?

No, Donna. You're not stupid.

I've already given him
the card numbers

and the security codes
right when I got home.

Can we call him back?

No one will answer.

How much?

Six...

thousand dollars.

Oh...

Oh, my God.

They're pros, Donna.

So...

th-that money is just... gone?

Not if I have anything
to say about it.

But by the time I arrived,
Detective Hill

had already interviewed
the cemetery caretaker

and took possession
of all security tapes

from the previous 48 hours.

Anything else?

It appears Detective Hill
also called in a friend from CSU

to dust the headstone
for prints

and to collect any other
possible evidence in the area.

Thank you, Jimmy.

Sir.

No surprise. He was upset.

Who wouldn't be?

I pity the guy,
Joe finds him first.

Yeah, well, that's why
I said I'd handle it.

Not to get all "by the book,"
but does this mean

he disobeyed a direct order?

I wasn't there as a PC.

But even as his grandfather,
he agrees to stand down

then doubles back the
moment you're out of sight?

Rules are different
for grandparents.

But not for grandkids.

Come hell or high water,
you respect your elders.

You got a problem,
let the parents lower the boom.

Plausible deniability
for Pee-Paw.

That was my granddad's name.

Well, Abigail's right.

Grandparents are supposed to
get the good end of the stick.

All the fun,
none of the discipline.

But this grandson

is an adult
and in the family business.

Well, look at that.

Two Nine detectives
hard at work.

Oh, hell no.

She stole our case?

After making us feel like idiots
for bringing it up? Come on.

Oh, Eddie.

Eddie, no.
Why not?

Maybe she has a good reason.

For backstabbing us?

I can say that in a nicer way.

You're not gonna
say anything to a boss

in front of that girl
and her dad.

So, when?

After we have a better idea
of what's going on.

Let's go.

The fuel trucks always
turn down this street

so we're gonna block
the front and back with vans.

Yeah, I know a place where
we can boost a couple...

Patrick and Lance
handle vehicles.

You're going with
Darren to get the guns.

And on the day, I don't want any
creative thinking from you.

We all stick to the plan.

Geez, these humps really
have it out for me, huh?

Whatever they want,
keep your trap shut.

Johnny Druhan,
you're under arrest.

Turn around, put your hands
behind your back. Now.

The rest of you
take a big step back.

Dash cam video
on the victim's camera

shows that it was you
who assaulted him.

Not for nothing, sir, but you
got lousy taste in employees.

Sit down.

Was this really necessary?

I had to make it look real.

So you made sure no one out
there's got ties to my boss?

'Cause I saw a couple
eyeballing me.

Paranoid much?

Trust no one,
head on a swivel.

You taught me that.

You're amongst friends
here, John.

So, where's your partner?

Because you also taught me

to never play both
good cop and bad cop.

This ain't about being cops.
Oh, like hell it isn't.

The boss of this crew,
Bob Youngblood, is a bad guy.

I'm talking heists,
hits, drugs.

And piece by piece, I'm making
my case to take down him

and his buyers, the middlemen,
the gun-sellers, all of it.

So, what about Naomi--
she doesn't matter?

You know she does.

Just not enough?

Screw you.
I'm just saying.

Is it really worth it
taking down a heating oil heist

if you lose her and the kids?

What happened to you, Danny?

The same thing
that's gonna happen to you

if you don't get your head
out of your ass.

You mean the way you lost Linda.

Look, that was
a damn shame.

If you can't...
I mean anyone who gets hurt

because you're putting the job
above everything else!

Wake up, John!

Come on, man.
If you were under back then

and Linda came crying to me

you would have taken
my damn head off!
Not if you convinced me to tell

my handler
I need to come out.

So, that's your
next stop, huh?

No, it's your next stop.

I will once I make the collars!

What if they grease you first?

Oh, come on, man!

Trust me!

I'm out of here. No.

We're not done till I say so.

No, look, Danny,
I love you,

and you did your job.

Now I'm gonna get back
out there and do mine.

Walk him out.

Ripping off old people?
There's nothing sacred anymore.

I know.
And it's only increasing.

So, get me an audience
with whoever it is

that heads up your
Elder Abuse Bureau.

I'd be happy to.

I get the feeling
there's a "but" coming.

I just don't want you to get
your hopes up high.

Cases like these
are really hard to prosecute.

Why?
These scammers are jackals.

The problem is
most of these scammers

don't make an actual threat.

They tug on their
victims' heartstrings

and ask for help
or money or gift cards,

usually around $50
to make it seem minor.

Well, they've
threatened my friend

and gotten away
with 6,000 bucks,

which isn't
exactly minor.

Your friend.

Yeah.
Can you

tell me anything more
about your friend?

No, they've requested anonymity.

They're gonna have to
come forward at some point.

Erin. It's not me.

Look, there is no shame in being
conned. These guys are good.

Stop already.

I promise to keep
this between ourselves.

First you tell me
there's no point in trying

and now I'm this
doddering old fool

who won't admit it's him?

No, that's not
what I'm trying to say.

That's what I'm hearing.

Oh...

Look, Pop, let me just
walk you over there myself.

What, and hold my hand

so I don't
slip and break my hip?

I'm good, Erin.
I'll see myself out.

Hey, Cap. Uh, can I
bend your ear a moment?

Yeah, sure, come in.

Actually, let me guess.

One of your people is working
some dog thefts and so

you thought that you
would come in here

and you would
pick my brain

about the complaint
that I took this morning,

a little girl on 145th Street?

I didn't come in here
to trick you. Right.

FIO is smarter than that.

Eddie was ready
to work that case.

Here's my question.

Did she call you right away
after she saw me talking

with Elyse Mullins or did she
come running into your office

just 'cause
she needed a big hug?

Okay, so,
you're running with this?

With both feet.

All right, then.
We're done here.

You know, Reagan...

you know, a husband

going on a fishing expedition
for his wife

'cause she doesn't
have the guts

isn't exactly a good look.

And a captain poaching cases
from cops under her command

runs a close second.
Thanks for your time.

Sir.

Thank you, Baker.

You asked to see me?

Have a seat.

So...

Why'd you lie to me?

When I left the cemetery,

I realized I had agreed
to something I shouldn't have.

So, you went back
wearing the shield. No.

The caretaker agreed to help me
when I told him who I was.

You should have told me.

And get shot down, again?

Look,

I was just trying
to lower the temperature.

For both of us.

I don't see yours raised.

Look harder.

Sorry.
That was careless of me.

Yeah, and wrong.

You will hand over
the surveillance tapes

and any evidence you have found
to Detective Nuciforo.

I have a few leads.

I'd like to continue this
on my own.

That was not a suggestion.

Ah. Now you are talking
as the PC.

Look, Joe.

I'm as upset as you are
about what they did.

But most likely it was
drunk kids doing dumb stuff.

At most, a charge
of criminal mischief.

Felony criminal mischief,

considering the price
of the headstone.

Boy...

I stand corrected.

If that's all this is.

And what does that mean?

It means what if his grave
was targeted?

You see the street signs
named after cops

that are being torn down.

And what if it's worse
than that, hmm?

What if the guy who put
my dad in that grave

has a kid out there
who decided to do this?

Joe, that kind of thinking

is exactly why you shouldn't
be running this.

What, thinking like a cop?

A cop half-blinded
by a red mist.

Would it be too much trouble
for an answer...

say, at Sunday dinner?

This your way of inviting me?

Everyone on their birthday week
gets their favorite dessert.

What was my dad's?

Come and find out.

Boy.

She shut you down?

No ifs, ands or buts.

Well, maybe she's
hiding something.

She did keep glancing
at a photo on her desk.

What was it?

I couldn't see it, and you
know what, it doesn't matter

because she's the
boss and explaining

or not explaining
is a perk of the job.

So, ours is just
suck it up, move on?

Yeah, pretty much.

Sounds like good advice to me.
Thanks, Sarge.

Later, guys.

Good advice?

Eddie, let's not
die on this hill.

Did you not hear him
about the photo?

Something's eating her.

Now it's about her
and not Cruella De Vil

or whoever's out there
stealing dogs.

Can't it be about both?

For me, it's neither.
So just drop it, okay?

John went back to those guys?

Unfortunately.

So the kids and I
can go to hell.

No, he has tunnel vision.

It happens to a lot
of undercovers.

But he told Danny
this is his last job

and then he's out.

You know how many times
he's told me that?

We know it's not easy.

Anyway, Danny and I

think it's time for us to
contact your husband's handler.

We can't soft-pedal
the drug use, but we will

remind him of your husband's
otherwise spotless record.

What if he flips out?

What if... what if his
handler is a hard-ass

and he's still hooked on drugs
and he comes home

pissed at the world? Or he
doesn't come home at all?

God...

I should have never
opened my mouth.

No, you did
the right thing.

You did.

And we're gonna do
the right thing, too.

See?

By getting John back

without notifying his handler.

We're not?

Danny, what are you saying?

I'm saying that

we're gonna get him
back to you the right way.

Get him back to you
and to the kids,

and back to being clean
and sober, like the old John,

the way he always was.

Okay?

It's, uh...

it's good.

Thanks. Whipped
it up myself.

Wait, is this your first
lemon meringue?

We were an ice cream family.

Invite me over anytime.

Guess I thought
for a dessert,

it might just be
a little sweeter.

Your dad hated sweets.

How is that possible?

That's what
I always said.
For Joe,

tart, bitter, sour,
anything but sweet.

Even when Danny tricked him
into eating a mud pie.

Made with actual mud.

You didn't.
Yeah, I did.

And it was worth every bruise.

Well, thank
goodness I didn't

inherit his taste buds,

just got his cop genes.

Uh, speaking of,

I may have a lead on the person

who knocked over
and broke his headstone.

You're still on it.

What did you say?

When'd this happen?

Yeah, who the hell would
knock over a headstone?

You didn't tell them?

I just figured
why share the pain?

Because he's
my grandson, Francis.

Yeah, maybe 'cause
it's our brother?

I'm sorry,

I don't get you guys.

Like, half the time

you-you swear each other
to secrecy...

just long enough to
blab to everyone else.

And the other half,

you say everything
is on the table,

except no one ever hears
a whisper about it.

We're just as surprised
about this as you are.

Yeah.

Look, uh, this is on me.

I'm sorry, everybody.

All right, come on, guys.
What... what's done is done.

We know now.

Mm-hmm. Except if I would have
knew earlier,

I would have dropped
everything I was doing

to go help Joe find the guy.

I would have driven.

Excuse me.

I'm sorry
to eat and run.

After dropping that bomb?

Just keep us updated.

Yeah.

'Cause everybody else ain't.

Sorry.

Uh oh, what's wrong?

You can't read me that easy.
You can't read me that easy.

Go down to Elder Abuse.

See if there's
any open fraud cases

involving IRS impersonators.

Why, 'cause Henry
got snookered?

I saw him with
you the other day

and then stomping
back to the elevator.

Oh, I don't know
if he's the victim,

but I do know I pissed him off.

Might be a wild goose chase.

A lot of these scams
come out of places

like Mumbai or Moscow.

Dig unto you find a local one.

Then pull Henry in?
Yeah.

You know, there's gonna
come a day when my grandfather

can't do what he's always done

and it's gonna break
his heart and mine.

Well, let's make sure
that day isn't today.

Hey, thanks for
coming so fast.
It's good timing.

We were just about to
make another run at you.

Danny, Naomi's gone.

She left you?

I called her earlier and
said we needed to talk,

after everything you
said the other day. Okay.

And when I got here,
all the doors were unlocked,

but no Naomi.

Well, did you try
calling her again?

Yeah, it went straight
to voice mail.

Maybe your wife got cold feet.

She has been pretty upset.

Or Youngblood grabbed her.

What?
Come on, you don't know that.

He-he saw you two roll up on me.

Danny, if he got wise
somehow, man...

Okay, did you check
the entire house?

Of course.
All right, where are the kids?

She sent them
to be with her parents

so we could
hash things out alone.

Well, that's good.

Do you have security cameras?
No.

Well, then we'll ping
her phone and see

if any of your
neighbors have cameras.

It's from Youngblood.
What's it say?

"Where are you?
We got work to do."

Sounds like business as usual.

Or he's lying. Either way,
I got to get back to him.

Hold on. You just said
you thought he made you.

Which one is it?

Well, if he did, they'll be
looking for a reaction.

If not, we'll just
keep planning.

Now, please, could you
do what you said?

Find Naomi.

Anthony.

Henry, come on in.

I was surprised
to get your message.

Well, from what I understand,

you have a friend
who recently got scammed,

so I figured you might want
to pitch in on a similar case.

Have you run this by Erin?

Did I need to?

Apparently she has doubts.

About getting help
from a former PC?

Seems like a no-brainer to me.

Okay. What do you got?

Well, the tough part

is always finding
the scammers' phone banks

because they use
untraceable numbers

and they stay on the move.

Mm-hmm.
But our Elder Abuse Bureau

just collared
one of their money mules.

The guys who take the stolen
gift card info,

go into the stores
and make the actual purchases.

So, we sweat him, we flip him

and he coughs up
the phone bank address.

See?
Like you've done this before.

Erin says this case
has to be airtight.

Which is why
we're also gonna set up

a fake senior citizen charity.

Phony website,
phony credentials,

so the mule can introduce you
to his boss as an insider

willing to sell
members' personal data.

The nail in the coffin.

And who better to hammer it?

Unbelievable.
Hey, Sarge.

I was just, um...
Oh, no, no, no.

Do not snoop and insult me.

Sorry, boss.

I'm...

I'm sorry about sending Jamie
in here the other day.

I'm just...
I'm sorry, about all of it.

Okay, you...

you being apologetic is even
worse than you being nosy.

Did you at least find what
you were looking for?

The reason I stole your
dog-napping case?

Does it have something
to do with her?

It has everything
to do with her.

Is she okay?

Not after how I screwed up.

The other day, after you
and Badillo came to me,

I was reading your notes

on my way up to the
squad and I realized

that Elyse told you

exactly what Kelly told me
a few weeks ago.

She came home crying.

She told me someone
grabbed her dog on the street

and then sped off in a red car.

You're kidding.

What did I do?
I just...

accused her of being
irresponsible and losing it

the same way
that she lost her cell phone

or the way she doesn't
do her chores.

That little girl came to me
and she was brokenhearted

and I treated her like a perp.

Running this house
has got to be stressful.

Eh, it's no excuse.
Next time you have

a stressful day, you say, "Hey,
Janko, let's go get a beer."

Really?

Ladies in this business

are few and far between.

Might as well

get drunk and bitch about it
together, right?

Yeah. Thank you, Janko.

Uh, let me find Badillo

and we'll figure a way
to find that red car.

No, stop! Let go of me!

Yep. Youngblood got her.

Look at him.
Right out in the open.

Not a care in the world.

She must be scared
out of her mind. Yeah.

And if we'd alerted the handler

from the jump
like we should have...

You mean if I had.

I'm just trying to understand
where your head's at.

We have tons of cases and...

fine, you want
to help your friend.

But after he blew us off,

we agreed we would
call the handler, and then,

suddenly you tell Naomi,
"Yes, we're on the case."

I looked at his kids
and it occurred to me

his handler can't be
the one to do this.

I'm the one that taught him
to go all in on a case.

The only way to
guarantee him

getting home
safely to his family

is for me to be the one
to get him out.

Okay.

So, here we are.

For the last time.

I promise you that.

It's John.

Hey. What's going on?

Danny, they have her.

I don't know where,
but I overheard

Youngblood talking with one of

the other guys about how

he needs insurance on me.

They made you?
No, Danny,

because get collared for road
rage makes me seem squirrelly.

He thinks I'm gonna
screw up the heist tomorrow.

Danny...

it's everything I can do

not to shove a gun
in this guy's face right now.

No. You do that,

whoever's holding a gun
to her head

is gonna pull the trigger.

Just get back to them.

Okay?
And I'll text you with the plan.

So, you have one?

No.

But I'm working on it.

Thank you.

Thanks for seeing me, Paula.

Yeah, well, I was
about to reach out to you,

but you beat me to it.

So, he told you.

On the night
of his dad's birthday,

Joe shows up
out of the blue, upset.

And I couldn't get
a clue out of him, but after

pushing his dinner
around his plate

for the 40th time...

You broke him.

My son is not a perp.

Not a good choice
of words, Frank. Sorry.

Well, better than Mom, right?

Well, and certainly
not a grandfather.

So, did you come here
looking for pointers

on how to break him?

No.

Just to understand him.

Look, uh...

I'm just not...

really sure of my sight here,
this is new terrain for me.

You have other grandkids, Frank.

Yeah, and I watched them grow up

in Little League
and at school plays

and at the dinner table,
but I don't have that with Joe.

And right now...

we might as well be strangers.

So maybe don't
bark orders at him

and expect a snap salute.

Is that what he said?

In so many words.

And maybe some of your own?

The way my Joe grew up,

it was pretty much
me and him against the world.

And... although that is a bond
that I treasure,

maybe it hasn't
done him any favors.

Tough to lower those walls
with anyone new.

Especially with all of you
all coming at him at once.

Like a tribe, with your lore,
your rituals, your traditions.

Oh, come on.
We're just a family.

Yeah, we're close-knit, but
we're not from another planet.

Yet here you are.

Looking for advice.

Look...

I tried to tell him
about his father,

but I only spent a small
amount of time with his dad.

And I only knew so much.

And the one person who could
show him the ropes

is someone he never met
and never will.

My son likes you Reagans.

Really, he does.
He admires you.

But the one person
in your family that he loves

is his dad.

Who he never knew.

And to see his dad's grave
like that...

...and then be forbidden

from finding out who did it...

Honestly, Frank,

what did you expect him to do?

Boss, uh, this is the guy

from Park Slope
Senior Coalition.

Bill Tumas.

Nice to meet you.

What's your job there?
Member services.

So, I have access to addresses,

social security data,

unlisted phone numbers.

How many members?
Just shy of 2,000.

But I also have a log-in
to the national database.

For the right price.

20 a head, one percent on the
back end six months from now.

50 a head and five percent,
two months from now.

Thirty, three percent,
three months.

Deal.

Mr. Tumas, this
is gonna convince

a lot of coots
that we are legit.

From their bank accounts
to our pockets

in no time flat.

And here's the thumb drive
with all the info on it.

The hell is that?

Police! Don't move!
What's going on?

Keep our hands where
we can see them.

Right there, back up. Hands up!
Put the phone down.

Get up against the wall.

Hell has a special place
for scum like you.

Bag this trash.

Henry...

you were supposed to
seal the deal and exit.

And miss the look on his face?

Good job.

Okay.

Police!

Don't move!
Hands up!

Put your hands
in the air!

Put your hands up!

You just hijacked
a tanker full of water.

Now where's my wife?!

Put your hands in the air!
You okay?

Tell me or you're dead!

Screw you both. Danny.

John.
John.

I'm so sorry. Okay.

Same red car from
the pet store.

And it matches
Elyse's description.

Police! Don't move!

Hands where we
can see them, now!

Hey, now!

All right, all right,
drop it. Come on.

How did you find us?

Oh, maybe next time

don't pick up 300
pounds of kibble

in the same red car you
steal dogs with, genius.

Let's go.

Cuff that loser!

Get her out of here!
Except I'm not seeing any.

Oh, they're here.

McNICHOLS: Oh...

Hi.

Hello, Mr. Pickles.

Tag's still on his collar.
Come on.

Do you see Kelly's dog, boss?
No.

Any of these go unclaimed,
she gets her pick of the litter.

Thank you.

And

you arrested him?

With help from some of my
friends in the DA's Office.

Unfortunately...

...none of your details
were in the evidence collected.

Oh.

So, not my scammer, huh?

Sorry.

Well, an expensive lesson. Hey,

we stopped some guys
ripping off people like us.

Not us. Me, Henry.

There but for the grace of God.

Really?

Oh, you think I haven't panicked

when something popped up
on my computer?

The world's changing so fast

I don't know
what to believe anymore.

What's the expression--
growing old isn't for wimps?

Still better than
the alternative.

Yes.

Danny, I'm, uh,

I'm real sorry about all this.

No need to be.
No, there is.

Without you, there's...

no telling how
this would have ended.

You would have made the collar.
That's how it would have ended.

Yeah, and lost everything else
along the way.

So... thank you.

You don't have to thank me.

Thank your wife.
She's the real hero.

So, uh...

any advice about
what comes next?

'Cause I sure as hell am
done with undercover work.

That's good.

A guy like you, after rehab,
with your skills,

I'm sure you can write
your own ticket, John.

Maybe, uh...

maybe we get the
band back together?
No.

Huh?
No way.

I'm very happy with my partner.
All right.

In fact, I'd say, uh,

we both have
the right women in our lives.

Thanks again, man.

Go ahead.
They miss you.

Hey.
Hey.

You hungry?

Glad you came.

So you can rub my nose in it?

Oh, I've stayed away
from the investigation.

Really? You?

I heard there was
a damn good detective

heading it up.

Didn't take much chops.

The caretaker's nephew
took a hammer to this marker

and a few others
after his uncle fired him

for always being late.

Families aren't always easy.

But thank you for not
taking a hammer to anything.

You know...

there's a learning curve here

and I'm afraid I didn't
navigate it very well.

Makes two of us.

I'd say it won't
happen again, but...

God knows it probably will.

You want to do the honors?

"Joseph Conor Reagan,

"beloved son, brother...

...and father."

You added something.

I did.

What do you think?

It's perfect.

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