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NYPD!

Throw out the backpack!
Show me your hands!

Do it now!

Now!

-Don't shoot!
WALSH: Come out now!

FEMALE DISPATCHER ON RADIO:
Good morning, Second Squad.

10-67 at Avenue A and Houston.

Student driver has
successfully learned
to drive on the sidewalk.

Hey, Jason,

I got two tickets for
the Rangers game tomorrow.
You want to go?

-Uh...
-They're playing
the Islanders,

so I thought we'd
get a bite to eat first,

a little barbecue,
a couple of brewskies.

-Uh, tomorrow?
-Yeah, I checked the chart.
We're both off at 4:00.

So, uh, dress warm.
It's gonna be awesome.

Is Alvarez your
best friend now?

Oh, hey.
Uh, you, uh...

Don't talk to me.

Ouch.

Is everything okay?

Fine.

DELAHOY: Hey, Beaumont.
-Yeah.

Taste this.

It's an apple.

-It doesn't taste funny?
-Funny how?

I don't know.
Like, uh, salami?

BROWN: Hey,
Banks, Delahoy.
-Never mind.

Patrol just brought in
this guy. Tried to rob
an armored car.

Hey, Sarge, this guy's...

Yeah, I know.
Welcome to Tuesday.

So, it looks
like you've had, uh,

quite a morning,
Mr. Spiegelman.

Taking on an armored car
single-handed, no weapons...

That's very ambitious
for a man of your,
uh, vintage.

I'm on a new
vitamin regimen.

(INHALES)

Can I get you
something? Water?

No, I'm fine.

Okay. So, the arresting
officer says that, uh,

you tried to wrestle
the money bag out
of the security guard's hand

and then you got tired
and had to sit on the curb.

He was stronger
than he looked.

It was exciting
while it lasted, though.

(CHUCKLES)

(CLEARS THROAT)
Listen, man,

you're 87 years old,
and this is
your first offense.

What happened?
You blow your retirement

on strippers
and blood thinners?

You ever live in
a nursing home, son?

Everyone
just sitting around,
waiting to die.

Well, not me.

I was an accountant
for 30 years,
married for 50.

I'm done
playing it safe.

I'm gonna live
before I die.

You think a
nursing home's boring?

Wait till you try
prison, man.

Mr. Know-it-all,
wait till you're 65.

You can't pee.

Forget about
taking a decent crap

or having an erection
that doesn't start
with a pill.

Trust me, it's better
to die young. Okay.

Hey, can I, uh,
talk to you
for one second?

Just hang on.

BANKS: Yeah, we can't
put this guy in jail.

Why not?
He's a criminal.

He's 87 years old.

He's not gonna last
10 seconds in there.

I know. That's
his problem.

You know what?
I'm gonna talk
to Sergeant Brown. Okay?

I...

You think I could
get a seltzer?

What's up, Sarge?

VIP's coming to town.
I need you to watch him.

Watch him?

Yeah, make sure nothing
happens to him.

He's been getting
these threats lately.

Oh, you mean like
a protection detail?

What's the matter
with her?

She's new.
I'll talk with her.

Guy's name is Gary Reed.

He's some kind of
business tycoon
from Albany.

He's been getting
these cryptic postcards
from the city.

"Watch yourself,"
things like that.

Wait, if this guy's so rich,
then why doesn't he
just hire a bodyguard?

You want to
explain it to her?

Look, Casey, remember
I told you, NYPD,

the economy of favors,
that whole thing?

All right, well,
this is the scale
of importance.

It's not complicated.
It's very simple, actually.

The basic principle is this,
crap rolls downhill.

Yeah, in other words,
why should the guy
spend his own money

when he can make
a phone call?

He calls the governor,
the governor
calls the mayor,

the mayor calls
the police commissioner,
et cetera.

It's a phone tree.
It ends with you.

The governor does realize
there's a thing
called crime, right?

Wow.
You're thinking too hard.
This is a sweet detail.

I mean, the guy's
in town for one night.

He's probably a shut-in,
so you spend a few hours
in a posh hotel,

order some room service.
It's not gonna kill you.

All right. We're on it,
Sarge. Thank you.

Come on.

Hey, Sarge.
The old guy,
he's confused.

I just called
the nursing home,

and they said he's got
bouts of dementia.

I don't think
there's a case.

Okay. Kick him loose.

REED: Thanks again
for doing this.

I know it's silly,
but ever since
those postcards came,

my wife insists
I take extra precautions.

Yeah. Well, anything
we can do to help.

Just wait here.

We're also gonna need
a copy of your itinerary
for the advance team.

Sure. Oh, I have
some business meetings
in the morning, banking.

I started a company
10 years ago.

We created a software program
that makes it easier

for banks
to talk to each other.

It's actually...
It's pretty embarrassing
how rich I've become.

I give it away
as fast as I can,

but we keep
making more money.

I know how you feel.

Right. I'm
a jerk. I know.

I used to hate
guys like me.

But look at this.
I still wear the same watch

that my dad gave me
when I was 8.

Mmm?

All right.
We're all clear.

Well, anyway,
I'm just gonna order
some room service,

watch a movie,
go to bed.

All right.
Well, uh, if you need us,
we'll be outside.

Don't worry. The New York
Police Department
is here to protect you.

-Dude, you owe me
five bucks.
-Why?

Ten bucks, actually.
You said "protect."

Not to mention what you said
over at the precinct.

-So?
-Clearly, you've never
worked detail before,

but you cannot say
"protect" or "protection."

It's bad luck.

You're making this up.

No! No, these rules
are passed down
through the ages, okay?

There is
a huge jinx factor
in this work,

like an airline pilot
or cleanup hitter.

Wow.
I never pinned you
for the superstitious type.

Ah! Yeah,
well, good luck
is invisible.

Bad luck is an iceberg
in the middle of the night.

All right, you take
first watch.

What? Why?

'Cause you're the rookie.

Anyway, can you sleep
in a chair?

No.

Then there
you have it.

You got anger issues, lady.

Hey, you don't
want to get bit,

don't put your hand
in my mouth.

Allison, I'm serious.
I'm sure Jason
didn't mean anything by it.

You know, in my experience,
men always mean
what they say.

Well, at least give him
a chance to explain.

What is this,
a soap opera?

Look, I told you,
I didn't do nothing.

You know what?
You were stopped
with expired plates.

Uniforms found crowbars,
coveralls, and ski masks
in the trunk,

not to mention
two shotguns.

You feel like telling us
where you were going?

That's what
I thought.

(MUTTERING TO HIMSELF)

So, you gonna tell me
what happened earlier?

-That thing
with Beaumont?
-I doubt it.

Come on!
You guys in a fight
or something?

Tell me. I'm bored.

I yelled at her.

Why?

I don't know.
It was in her dream.

What?

Look, I wake up
this morning

and Beaumont's
just sitting there
at the end of my bed,

staring at me,
which is creepy.

So I ask Beaumont,
"What's wrong?"

She says that
I yelled at her
in her dream.

Huh!

Apparently, she thinks
this is something
that I should apologize for.

And I told her, like,
it didn't really happen.
It was a dream.

The whole thing's
ridiculous.

Wait, wait.
You didn't say that,
did you?

-Well, yeah!
-Oh!

And she asked if I was
calling her ridiculous,

and then
the whole thing
just kind of

(GROANING)
went downhill
from there, you know?

I don't know.

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

(MAN GRUNTING)

Is that a sex scream?

I don't know
what kind of sex
you're having.

I think it's coming
from the stairwell.

I'm gonna go
check it out.

No, no, Casey,
don't. Don't.

We got to stay
with the principal, okay?
I'll call it in.

We have to stay
with the...

Police! Freeze!

Freeze!

You okay? You okay?

He was gonna kill me!

Walsh!

I put guards
on all the exits.

If this guy's
still in the hotel,
we'll find him.

(SIGHING) All right.
Thank you.

Walsh!

SHRAEGER: Oh, no.
Oh, my God.

Oh, no.

He's gone.

There's blood.

You lost him?

Captain, we checked
the security-camera tapes.

Whoever grabbed Reed
knew the hotel,

because there's no sign
of him leaving.

-And the woman?
-Broken ribs. She's also
got a concussion.

We looked
into her background,
but it's clean.

And we ran the blood
in Reed's room,
and it is his.

Detective, if you were
anybody else,

I'd bust you
back down to uniform,

but your father's
one of the richest men
in the city

and a personal friend
of the mayor's,
so I can't touch you.

(SOFTLY) I already knew.

Sir.

I'd like to be treated
as any other cop.
No special favors.

The favor's not
for you, Detective.
It's for your father.

So you get a pass
whether you want one
or not.

But I'm taking both of you
off of this case.

Wait, wait, wait!
Okay, then I do
want a favor.

I changed my mind.

I'd like you to keep us
on the case.

We'll get him back.

You got 24 hours.

(SIGHS)

ALVAREZ:
Oh, Walsh, hey.

I walked by
your desk before,
and you weren't there,

-but you're here now.
-What do you
need, Eddie?

Oh, no, no,
I just...

I don't know
if you forgot about
the game tonight

and how cold it's gonna
be by the ice,
so I brought you a hat.

My wife knitted it.

Yeah, you know, Eddie,
I don't think I'm gonna
be able to go tonight.

-Oh.
-Yeah, you know,

this whole VIP thing
blew up on us.

Yeah, no, no.
No, it's cool.

You don't have to explain.
It's no big deal.

I'll just ask Delahoy
or something, so...

But next time
though, huh?

He's really got a
man crush on you, huh?

Yeah.

I'm getting an ETA
on the sketch artist
from the woman's attacker.

I'm on the phone
with CSU,

see if we can find
anything in Reed's room.

Oh, hey, there you go.
Hey, get your stuff.

-Ugh!
-We got to go.

What's the matter
now?
(EXCLAIMS)

Is there meat
in the yogurt?

Meat yogurt?

Yeah, that's
sweeping the nation.

Come on,
grab your coat.
Let's go.

-Why?
-The old man
from yesterday?

Dispatch says
he just jacked
a pizza-delivery car.

So we'll just have
patrol deal with it.

He's old, Eric. Confused.
He needs our help.

Leo, he needs
to be arrested
and go to jail.

Okay, all right, all right.
I'll meet you downstairs.

Just give me two minutes.
I got to make a call.

(EXHALES)

MONICA: Hello?

Yeah, hey, Dr. Crumb,
it's Eric Delahoy calling.

I don't have
the test results
back yet.

Oh, no, that's okay.
I was actually...

I'm calling because
I have another symptom.

Everything I eat
tastes like meat.

Sounds much dirtier
than I intended.

Definitely neurological.

If you were dead,
you know what I'd do?

An autopsy. 'Cause I'm
a medical examiner,
not your doctor.

Oh, okay. Okay.
You don't have to
get snippy, okay?

I just thought
you'd want to know,

seeing as how
you're in the middle
of an examination.

Yes, because you're
blackmailing me.

Blackmail's kind of
an ugly word,
don't you think?

-I'm hanging up now.
Just... Hold on. Hold on
a second, all right?

I got to go arrest this
90-year-old carjacker,

but can you, uh...
Can you meet me
for lunch?

Lunch?

Yeah. I mean, you know,
just to talk about my head.

(SIGHING) 4:00
at the Apolo.

Okay. All right.
Thank you.

Eric, I, uh,
got these two tickets
to the Rangers game tonight.

I thought maybe you'd...

Thanks, man.
That's nice.

Gary got one a week
for the last three months.

He said it was
just a crank,
but I knew.

Mrs. Reed, we're gonna do
everything we possibly can

to get your husband
back safely.

Uh, we put
a trap-and-trace
on your phone

in case there are
any ransom calls.

Does your husband
have any enemies?

Gary? No.

He's harmless.
Everybody likes him.

You were supposed
to watch him.
How could this happen?

We're gonna find him,
Mrs. Reed.
We'll get him.

Man, I really
screwed up this time.

Just let it go.

Just focus on
catching these guys,
all right?

Hey, how's it going?

Nice try.
I'm still not
talking to you.

It was a dream!

Allison, I'm sure
he's sorry about
what he said.

Oh, so now you're
taking his side?

No, I don't
take sides.

Oh, right. I forgot.
You don't judge.
It's not Christian.

Make yourself
comfortable.

If I've done something
to offend you,
just let me know.

No. It's not you. It's...

I'm just having
a really bad day.

Well, I think I know
what can cheer you up.

You want to do "tape delay"
or "the gypsy" on this guy?

-Really? Tape delay?
-Mmm-hmm.

Definitely. But
what about your rule?

Oh, I can break it.
Just this once.

You're the
best partner ever.

Mmm-hmm.

(RAP MUSIC BLARING ON RADIO)

Hey, you're
mucking up the works,
you chickenhead!

(CARS HONKING)

(INAUDIBLE)

(HORNS HONKING)

How does this guy
not know his
blinker is on?

I don't know.
Maybe his
hearing aid's off.

Hey, this is the police.

Pull your car over now.

Is he speeding up?

I think he's trying
to make a run for it.

Hey. Steve McQueen.

Pull your car over! Now!

We have hard candies.

Butterscotch.

(HORNS BLARING)

(RAP MUSIC BLARING)
Get out of the car.

(MUSIC STOPS)

I've never been
in a high-speed
chase before.

It was exhilarating!

You like that?
Yeah?

Well, say hello
to Mr. Handcuff.

Yeah, okay,
now turn around.

We're gonna
do it this way,
all right?

Give me
your left hand.
All right.

-He escaped?
-Yes, ma'am.

But we sent out the sketch
that you gave us.

Ms. Holmes, are you sure
you never saw the man
who attacked you before?

Never.
I work as a masseuse
at the hotel spa,

and I had just finished
a massage on eight,

and I had another one
three flights down.

I always take
the stairs.

Mmm-hmm. When
you were attacked,

my partner and I
were on the eighth floor.

We were watching
a man named Gary Reed.
Do you recognize him?

No. Why?

We think the man
that attacked you
was creating a diversion,

'cause we went back
to Mr. Reed's room,

and there was blood,
signs of a struggle.

Mr. Reed was gone.

-That's awful.
-Yeah.

All right,
thank you for your help.

This is Detective Hanover.
He's gonna show you
some photographs.

If you recognize
any of them,
let us know, okay?

-Thank you.
-Thanks. Right.

Thank you.

Be honest. The crowbars,
the masks, the shotguns?

You were on your way
to a robbery.

Look, I told you.
That's not my stuff!

Are you deaf?

Everything okay?

I, uh...

We ran a check
on the shotguns.

They were stolen
from a gun store
upstate last week.

(STAMMERING) Look,
I don't even know
where that is.

You sure
you're okay, Mr. Neel?

'Cause you seem
pretty jumpy.

(STAMMERS) I'm fine.

No. You don't look fine.

You know, sometimes
a guilty conscience

manifests itself
in strange ways.

That's true.
I've seen grown men weep
and pull out their eyebrows.

Look, I'm not guilty!

(STAMMERS)
I haven't done anything.

I'll make you
a deal, Mr. Neel.

If you tell us exactly
what you were planning,

I'll talk to the DA,
see if we can
cut you a break.

Otherwise...

Okay.

You're right. That was
my bag, my guns.
I was going to...

-Oops. Sorry.
-Get out.

Have you guys seen Walsh?
'Cause we were supposed to...

(ENUNCIATING) Get out.

Uh... Okay. Sorry.

You know what?

I want a lawyer.

Hey, Case,
you find anything?

No, nothing.

Reed is a pretty
boring guy.

Graduated from
an Ivy League school,

married his
high-school sweetheart,

started a business
out of his garage, now
he's worth $20 million.

Right.

Ransom call came in
about 15 minutes ago.

The TA response unit
recorded it.

MRS. REED: Hello?

Honey, it's...
It's me.

Oh, Gary,
thank God.

I'm okay. Um,
they beat me up
pretty good.

I think my hand
is broken.

-Gary...
-Look, they want $10 million
in unmarked bills, today.

They said
they would e-mail you
with the details.

Please, do
what they say.
I don't...

I don't want to die.

I love you.

(LINE CLICKS)

I tell you I haven't felt
this alive in years.

I need a nap.

Yeah, just
take it easy,
old-timer.

-You need
your inhaler?
-No, I'm fine.

Have a seat
right over there.

Need a pillow?

-I'll take a pillow.
-Shut up.

Listen, we're gonna be
right over there, okay?

Yeah, let us know
if you need
to tinkle or...

All right, so now
we process him, right?

Again.

You want to send
an 87-year-old man
to The Tombs? Come on!

(STAMMERING) I'm confused.
Then why did we arrest him?

Because...

It's my fault.

All right?
I kicked him loose
too quickly the last time.

He probably
just needs a good scare,

a couple of hours
in a jail cell.

It'll make the
nursing home look good.

Leo, the man
is on a geriatric
crime spree, okay?

He doesn't want
to go back to
the nursing home.

He wants to die
in action.

No.

You heard him.
He feels abandoned.

He's just looking
for some attention.

What?

(SIGHS) Leo, he broke
the law, okay?

He wants
to be punished,
all right?

And the joint's
probably the safest
place for the guy.

Look, he's not gonna
spend the rest of his life
in a cell.

Why not? Honestly,
why do you care
so much?

(EXHALES)

Our victim's name
is Gary Reed.
This gentleman right here.

He's been missing
for 14 hours.

He is hurt,
but as of an hour ago,
he's still alive.

Now, whoever kidnapped Reed
knows the drill.

The e-mail
sent to his wife
was untraceable.

At 2:00 p.m.,
we're gonna do the drop.

The ransom will be in
a Happy Babe backpack.
It looks like this.

The wife will drop it
in a garbage can

at the corner
of 11th and Avenue A.

Okay, people,
we've run these scenarios.
You all know what to do.

We surround the drop site, we
monitor the entire exchange.

Walsh and Casey
will follow the money.

Alvarez, you're
in charge of the ghost unit.

10-4, good buddy.

All right, so we'll have
two lookout units,
one here,

and here is one.

And here
we're also gonna have
some ground units

dressed up
as construction workers
in this area.

-There you go.
BROWN: What are we
waiting for? Let's go!

MAN ON RADIO:
All units, be advised,
Reed's wife is on the way.

Look alive, people.
It's show time.
Tactical out.

I can't believe
you knew I was rich
this whole time.

Your last name's Shraeger.
There are buildings
named after you.

True.

This doesn't change
the way you think
about me, does it?

I don't think about you.

That's fair enough.

Look, don't worry about
the rest of the squad.

You know,
you're good police.
That's all that matters.

But you should
tell them anyway.
Get it over with.

(SCOFFS)

You should apologize
to Beaumont.

For what?
I didn't do anything.

Walsh, how long have
you been dating women

and you haven't
figured this out?

It doesn't matter
who's right. It matters
that you listen.

All right.

-All right.
-Here we go.
Got the wife.

She's making the drop.

-Bus.
-We lost her. We lost her.

We've lost visual
on the backpack.

Who's got eyes?

(KIDS CHATTERING)

Trash can's empty.
It's empty.
There's no backpack.

Grab the kids.
Let's search every backpack.

Nobody move.
Every backpack.

OFFICER: Oh,
there's so many.

ALVAREZ: Over there.
Over there.

OFFICER: All these kids
have the same backpack.

ALVAREZ:
No one leave.

Casey. There! There!

NYPD!

Throw out the backpack!
Show me your hands!

Do it now!

Don't shoot!

All right, we're
not gonna hurt you.

-What were you doing?
-Why were you running?

Some guy gave me 100 bucks
to put on the backpack
and run away.

It's empty.

So, what'd he
look like?

Tall, maybe.
I don't know.

I never seen
100 bucks before.

Oh.

I'm supposed
to give you this.

"You were warned,
no cops. Now he dies."

The body was dumped
outside the hotel

20 minutes after
the ransom drop.

If I had to give
cause of death
right now, I'd say fire.

Probably
burned alive.

How long
till you confirm ID?

I'm running his dentals.
Should be no more
than a few hours.

Walsh.

Yeah?

We'll be right back.
Come on.

Yo.

(BREATHING NERVOUSLY)
Hey, uh, where'd you go
on your last vacation?

What?

Did you go
someplace warm?

Reed is dead,
and you're talking
about vacations?

No. What I'm trying to do
is calm you down.

(ENUNCIATING)
We were supposed
to protect him.

Five bucks.

It's not funny! We were
supposed to protect him,
and now he's dead!

Casey, look, you made
a choice, okay?
That's what this job is.

It didn't work out
so good this time.
But I guarantee you

there's gonna be
a lot more decisions
to make tomorrow.

And if you can't do that,
you might as well just quit.

I don't quit, ever.

Good.

(EXHALES)

Okay.

(BREATHING)

All right, we need
to dig deeper.

There's got to be
something with Reed.

Something with his
company, banking...

My father has a friend
that works at the World Bank.
I'll call him.

Perfect.

(SIGHS)

Hi.

Uh, thanks for, uh...
Thanks for meeting me.

You mean
I had a choice?

Look, it doesn't have
to be this way, okay?
We can enjoy a meal.

You know,
two colleagues sharing
a professional dialogue?

I have to be back
by 5:00.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Well, the black bowel
is pretty good.

Okay.

That's what
I'm talking about.
Taste this.

Tastes normal to me.

Not like ham?

Interesting.

Could be the tumor.

If it is the tumor,
it's pressing

on the taste center
in your brain.

Or maybe
you've had a stroke.

-Mmm.
-Your people skills
are really terrible.

I mean,
you know that, right?

You've no idea.

Every time I look at people,
all I can see is
what's gonna kill them.

Smoking, obesity,
accident-prone.

People find out what I do,
they make an excuse
to be somewhere else.

But enough about you.
My tumor.

How long, um...

I mean, it's gonna
kill me, right?

I haven't seen your
emergency-room X-rays,

and your blood work alone
is inconclusive,

which is why
you need to see
a real doctor, immediately.

Because right now,
it's your sense of taste.

Tomorrow morning,
you could wake up
blind or paralyzed.

You could forget how
to swallow or breathe.

This is really
turning out to be a...

(SIGHS) A hell of
a lunch date.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Did you say "date"?

-No... No...
-Mmm, I have to go.

-No, no.
-Mmm-hmm.

Are you kidding?

Okay, pops.
On your feet.

Scared straight yet?

Nope. Still having
a great time.

Stand over there.

Let's go.

BANKS: Sit down.

Armed robbery,
Court Street Jewelers.
One dead.

Assault with
a deadly weapon.
16 Mott Street.

You can stop.
I get it.

No, you don't get it.
See, you think
crime is fun, a thrill.

Well, it's not.
It's terrifying.

For the victims, criminals,
and for the cops.

I notice you never
take off the vest

and you use
that antibacterial stuff
all the time.

You know who
you remind me of?

Me.

30 years playing it safe,
driving the speed limit.

My wife wanted
to travel,

but all I could
think of was,

"What if the plane crashes?
What if we get diarrhea?"

So we never went anywhere,
never did anything.

Look, you don't know me.

You don't know my reasons.

We all have reasons, son.

The bottom line is,
there's only one way to live,
and that's all the way.

If you die, you die.

'Cause I promise you,
when you're my age,

you'll ask yourself,
"What the hell
did I play it safe for?"

Hey, look.

Look.

You got a problem
with your life,
the way you lived it,

that's your business.

But you break the law,

that's my business.

You want to take a risk?
Do it to help someone.

Try to make the world
a better place before you go.

Don't...

You know what?
That's it. I've had it.

Let's go.
I'm done with you.

Get up. Let's go.

-Guess what.
-What?

Just got off the phone
with my dad's homie
from the World Bank.

Turns out
the FBI is launching
an investigation

into Gary Reed's
company.

-What for?
-Embezzlement.

I mean, the case
isn't official yet,

but they think
the software he designed

to help the banks
run their business

has been stealing one penny
from every transaction.

A penny?

Sixty million
transactions a day.

Oh.

Well, that,
my rich friend,
is what we call a lead.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Shraeger.

Detective,
it's Dr. Crumb.

I checked Reed's dentals
against the body's.

This is not Gary Reed.

-What? Who is it?
-Gabe Chuley.

Ex-con.
I e-mailed you
his rap sheet.

Come here.

Uh, okay. I'm opening it.
Hold on.

Turns out
he was strangled,
then burned.

Wow. Thanks.

Gary Reed
is not Gary Reed.

Two leads.
That's the guy
from the hotel, right?

Police! Freeze!

Yeah, the one
who attacked the masseuse.

Hmm.

I mean, so the killer
must have known

that we were gonna check
Reed's dentals, right?

-Yeah, so it wasn't about
getting away with it,
-No.

-it was about
buying more time.
-Right.

And the only reason
you buy more time is to
create more distance

between the cops
and the kidnapper.

For what?
To take Reed with them?

No. I got it.

Fake body,
FBI investigation.

Walsh, there was
no kidnapping.

Gary Reed staged
the whole thing.

-Shraeger?
-Yo!

All right.

So, I just got back
from the hotel
with Reed's picture.

Looks like our kidnap victim
had stayed there 10 times
over the last two months,

always under
a different name,

always asked for
the same masseuse.

Sally Holmes.

Yeah. So I went
to the hospital.

Sally Holmes
had checked herself out
over an hour ago.

Went to her apartment,
and, yeah, surprise,
it's empty.

Right. Married man
is having an affair
with his masseuse,

finds out he's
about to be indicted

for stealing
millions of dollars,

so he fakes
his own kidnapping.

And uses his mistress
to set us up.

Yeah, but
you know what?

Here's the thing.
He's rich, right?

Why doesn't he just
use his own money,
go to Argentina?

As soon as he made
a withdrawal,

the FBI would have
been all over him.
He needed the cash.

Right.

I got Reed's picture
at every airport,
bus station, train station,

but it's probably
no use,

because if Reed
wanted out of the city,
he's probably already gone.

(SIGHS)

Well, I subpoenaed
his financial records.

Maybe if we can
trace his money,

we can figure out
where he is.

Yeah?

You can actually
read these things?

My father taught me
how to read spreadsheets
when I was 6 years old.

He wanted me to go
into the family business.

I was a real
disappointment.

Hmm. If it makes you
feel any better,

my mom
dressed me like a girl
till I was 6.

That does
make me feel better.

(GRUNTS) I thought
it would.

All right, well,
I'm gonna call the Feds,
get this party started.

Hey, where
you been?

Oh, out on errands.

Where's the Sunshine Boy?

I cut him loose.

-Oh, yeah?
-Yeah.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Yeah, it's Leo.

SPIEGELMAN: This is Tom.
You were right.
I was being selfish.

Good. Good.
I'm glad I finally
got through to you.

I know what
I need to do now.

Something constructive,
like you said.

It's going to be dangerous,
but...

Wait... Wait a second.
What are you
talking about?

I think
I can pull it off.
Wish me luck.

(LINE CLICKS)
What? Wait...

What was that about?

Leo?

I think our old guy
is about to do something
really stupid.

(INAUDIBLE)

What'd you tell him?

-Hey. Hey,
that's my perp!
-What'd you say?

He said something
to my old guy,
got him all charged up!

-Hey...
-Take it easy, Leo.

What's he gonna do?

I don't know
what you're
talking about.

-Really?
-Hey! Hey!
What the hell's going on?

Beaumont's young perp
got our old perp
all juiced up,

and now he's out there
looking to commit some crime.

Do what you gotta do.

What? No.
No, hold on.

You see
how that works?

You see
how that works? Huh?

What'd you tell
my guy?

You told him
about your job, didn't you?
The crowbars, the ski masks?

Vikram, you don't want
that man's death
on your conscience.

Hey. Come on.
Have a heart.
He's an old man.

He's in over his head.
You'll get him killed.

All we talked about
was taxes.

You know what? I'm
gonna dangle him out
the window a little.

-I'll help.
-No!

BANKS: Hey,
wait, wait, wait.

Tell me what you told him.
I'll get you a deal.

Whoa! You can't
offer that!

-No jail time!
-That's our case!

Done. Start talking.

The old guy was complaining
about all the pills
he's got to take,

you know,
how expensive they are.

I told him about
this pharmacy warehouse.

Enough drugs for his
entire nursing home
to party for a year.

Hell, if I can't rob it,
somebody should, right?

I told him to do
something constructive.

Does the warehouse
have a guard?

Yeah, but, uh...

Yeah, but what?

(HESITANTLY)
You took him away
before I had the chance

to tell him that.

Security guard's
not answering
the phone, man.

(GUN FIRING)

No!

Police! Holster
your weapon!

(GASPING)

Hang in there, buddy.
Help is on the way.

Dispatch, this is 380.
I need an ambulance
to 141 River Street.

I caught him
stealing some pills.

I didn't know he
was an old dude.

Yeah?
The, uh, cardigan
didn't give it away?

GUARD:
He reached for something.
I thought it was a gun.

(ENUNCIATING)
It was his inhaler.

(SOFTLY)
Just take it easy.

Hey.
Got it.

What?

Three weeks ago,
Reed's company bought
a controlling interest

in an international
shipping company.

-Alcon?
-Alcon, yeah.

They have some boats
down in the
Brooklyn Navy Yard.

-So?
-So,

maybe he gets on a boat
and flees the country.

Yeah, but customs checks
all passenger compartments
and crew manifests

before a ship can
leave the harbor.

Well, maybe
he's not a passenger
or a crew member.

Maybe a stowaway.

Hiding where?

In one of the
300 containers.

If they don't
search those things when
they come into the country,

they're definitely not
searching them
when they go out.

Homeland Security.

(SIREN WAILING)

The bullet went
straight through.

You're gonna be okay.

(HEART MONITOR BEEPING)

I blew it.

Look, just...

Just relax, okay?

I had my chance to do
something important.

Now...

What's anyone
gonna remember me for?

They're gonna remember you
for being a devoted husband.

No one cares
about those things.

What, are you
kidding me?

I would give anything
to have your life.

What? You got stability,
security, love.

You worked one job
for 30 years,
married for 50.

50? Come on.

I mean, what do I got?

I got a
one-bedroom apartment

with rubber floors.

Excitement?
Try terror.

You built
something important
brick by brick.

You kept it safe, whole.
The people you loved

knew they were loved.

What are they gonna
remember you for?

Everything.

(HEART MONITOR BEEPING
ACCELERATING)

Please.

What is it? What
can I do for you?

You're... You're...

(GASPING) You're standing
on my oxygen line.

What? Oh! Oh!
Oh, sorry!

(STAMMERING)
Sorry. Sorry.

(BEEPING SLOWING DOWN)

(SIREN WAILING)

(BRAKES SCREECHING)

COP: You Walsh?

Yeah. This is
Detective Shraeger.

Hi.

So, which one's
our boat?

That one.
They're scheduled
to launch in an hour,

but one of the cranes
broke down.

WALSH: We need every
container searched.

Only 15 left to load.
All the rest are
already onboard.

Okay.

All right, everybody,
listen up!

Pair up, spread out.
Let's crack them open.

(LAUGHING)

Wait. Wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait.

Walsh.

-Yeah?
-Come here.

(LAUGHTER ECHOING)

Listen. You hear that?

It sounds like
someone's laughing.

In here.

This is gonna be good.

-Howdy!
-Whoa!

WALSH: NYPD.

Wow. Nice digs.

Put your hands up.

Wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait.

A million bucks if
you walk out of here

and you pretend
that you never saw me.

(BOTH SCOFFING)

You just picked
the wrong cop
to bribe, my friend.

Get up.

Get up. Now.

(STAMMERING)

Get up.

Stand up.

Let's go. Let's go.
(STAMMERING)

So, the old guy's okay?

Yeah, yeah.

And the warehouse felt
so bad for shooting him,

they're, uh,
making a donation
to his nursing home.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Nothing says
"Sorry I shot you"

like a lifetime supply
of heparin.

From the gentleman
over there.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Um, you got me a...

A girly drink?

Yeah, for a sexy,
smart, beautiful,

totally awesome girl.

Is this your way
of apologizing?

Well...
Yeah, I'm a guy.

I say stupid things
sometimes.

Look, I...

When I'm on the job,
I have to be tough,

I gotta be
Uncle Beaumont.

But when I'm with you,
I need to be...

Vulnerable
and feminine.

Me.

Yeah.

You know, and I'm glad
that I'm the only one

who gets to
see you that way.

Me, too.

Mmm-hmm.

So, you want to see me
that way right now?

Yes, I do.

Okay.

Let's get
out of here.

(LAUGHING) Come on.

Oh, wait.
Hang on a sec.

Are you ditching me
for Alvarez?

Just five minutes, okay?

Get a girly drink.

Hey, hey!

Hey.

So, uh, I thought
you were going
to the game.

Oh, yeah, no.
Delahoy

took the tickets.

Mmm.

Well, uh, listen, Eddie,

I got a friend over
with the Yankees,

and he said he can get me
a peek at the new stadium.

I was gonna go on Sunday,
if you want to go.

(LAUGHING) Really?

Yeah. You'd like that?

Hey, have you ever
stood on the grass
in a major league stadium?

Yankee Stadium?
The stands, the lights,
the whole thing...

I mean, it's, uh,
it's pretty amazing.

Yeah. Yeah,
that would be great.

Good. I'll bring
my new hat.

Okay.

Hi. I have
an announcement
to make, please.

Oh, hang on.

Uh, can I have everyone's
attention, please?
I have an announcement.

(MUSIC STOPS)

My name
is Casey Shraeger.

I am the daughter of
Estelle and Walter Shraeger,

the 25th-richest family
in all of New York City.

I am also a cop.

I just thought
you'd like to know.

Thanks.

(MUSIC RESUMES)

-Good girl.
-Thanks.

I'm proud of you.

Yeah. I did it.

Yes.

You okay?

Yeah, I'm good.
I need a drink.

Yeah, can we get
a whiskey over here?

Hi.

Hey, uh, rich girl.
My butler retired
last week.

I'm just wondering,
you know, you got
any pointers on hiring?

Yeah, I'll look
into that for you.

Hey, you know,
in my apartment, I need
a new safe room,

and Delahoy
told me to tell you
he wants a Trans Am.

-Mmm.
-Big engine.

-Trans Am. Okay.
-Yeah.

How about a round
for everybody? On her.

BANKS: I like that one.

BEAUMONT: Cheers.
-I'm talking in circles.

-Cheers.
BARTENDER: I'm up to 60.

WALSH: This is
on me.