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First, I want to say thank you
for coming down.

I know it's not easy making time
in your busy day to help us.

My pleasure. I'm happy to help.

Well, before we take this
to the grand jury,

I just want
to go through a few things.

- No problem.
- So you were present

at the location on the evening
of May 1, is that correct?

Says you witnessed
the shooting.

No. I heard a gunshot,
and I look around the corner,

I saw a guy dead
on the sidewalk.

Um... "I saw a man

"about six feet tall
wearing jeans and a hoodie

shoot the guy, and then
run toward the subway."

That's the statement you gave
to the officer at the scene.

I never said that.

So what did you say?

I said I heard shots,

and then I saw a guy dead
on the sidewalk,

and that I saw a guy
running away.

And was the guy about six foot,
wearing a hoodie and jeans?

He was too far away to tell.

Did you see a gun?

No. Just a guy
running to the train.

Mr. Morris,
if I can ask you a question?

Is it possible
that someone threatened you

to change your testimony?

No. No way.

So the officer that took your
statement just got it wrong?

That's right.

Well, I'm gonna
get the officer down here

and get to the bottom of this,
but if you have anything

you need to clarify,
right now would be the time.

I'm good.

Okay. Well, thank you
for coming down.

All right, get him
down here, Anthony.

Her.

So get her down here.

Officer Edit Janko.

It's P-I-E-C-E,
not P-E-A-C-E.

No, it's "peace," like
"object to this marriage,

or forever hold your peace."

It's piece with the "I-E,"

meaning your opinion is
the piece of the puzzle

that makes it whole.

You've said your piece.

Oh, so it's like in church.

"Piece be with you."
P-I-E-C-E.

Yeah. Exactly.

Well...

...getting recognition
from the community...

Good morning.

Morning.

Are we late?

No. Baker's just going
over the new ideas

for the social media
Crime Stoppers program.

Was she?

Boy, there's some good stuff
in there.

Good work, guys.

That's great.

Well, we really need
to kick it around some more.

Well, you know what?

This is the perfect time.

We could do the briefing later.

I am jammed up.

I have to write a speech.

Open with a joke.

So, the big day is coming up.
You nervous?

Absolutely terrified.

And excited.

There's nothing
to be nervous about.

You're gonna be
a beautiful bride,

and my brother is a lucky guy.

Oh. Thanks.

So, Eddie, the reason
I asked you down here

is to help clear up
some confusion

we have on the Morales murder.

Okay. Uh, what's up?

Well, in your report, you say

Leo Morris witnessed
the shooting

and gave a physical description
on the shooter.

- That's right.
- Well, he says it's wrong.

He says it's not true.

That is 100% true.

Well, one of you is
either mistaken or lying.

Lying?

Well... poor choice of words.

What I mean is...

What you mean is
you are taking the word

of a complete stranger
over mine.

Eddie, when I'm in this office,

I only take one side--
the truth.

Well, did you ask him
if he was lying?

Matter of fact, I did.

And he was quite convincing,
wasn't he?

So... what?
Am I not convincing?

That's not what I'm saying.

That's kind of
what you're saying.

What I wrote
in the report is exactly

what Leo Morris stated to me
when I arrived on the scene.

If he's saying
something different today,

then he's the liar, not me.

Eddie...

I'm-a go back to work.

Something
I almost never say to you.

Should have let me handle it.

So no roommate?
What about a girlfriend?

I don't know.
I don't think so.

Was he with anyone
last night?

I don't know.

I don't watch the door.

But you have
security cameras, right?

Surveillance camera
at the front entrance.

Okay, well, we're gonna
need that footage.

No.

We're gonna need
to see that footage ASAP.

You got something?

Mm-hmm.

He definitely had
a visitor last night.

♪ Blue Bloods 9x22 ♪
Something Blue
Original Air Date on May 10, 2019

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@elder_man

Come in.

Look, I can explain.

I hope so.

Sid, Baker wants
you to join us

in my office.

Don't you think it's better
we're all on the same page?

Obviously, you're both
pissed at me.

We're all part of
his inner circle,

we all have access to him at any
time, but this is about policy.

I know that.

Chain of command.

- Excuse me?
- I'm a lieutenant, you're a detective.

Chain of command.

Anything you run past the boss
got to first be cleared by me.

Sid, it needs
to be cleared by me.

No disrespect, Garrett,
but you're a civilian.

Here we go again.

Well, technically,
he's right, Garrett.

Commissioner Moore
for right now.

- Yes, Commissioner Moore.
- You really think

that he's technically right?

- Yes.
- A thousand percent.

I suggest you both take a look

at the Patrol
Guide because,

as deputy commissioner,

I hold the assimilated
rank of a three-star chief.

- Seriously?
- Thousand percent.

And technically, you're both
supposed to salute me.

Fat chance.

Chain of command,
just like you said.

You report to him.

You report to me.

I don't know, Garrett.

I work with you,
I report to the boss.

As do I, and the only reason

I showed the commissioner
my presentation was because

he saw me working on it,
and he asked to see it.

This office needs to
speak with one voice.

We can't have things flying in
from all different directions.

That's why before
anything lands

on his desk,

it has to be vetted first by me.

- And me.
- You know what?

I don't think
this has anything to do

with chain of command.
I think this is

bruised egos
and stepped-on toes.

Let's run through it.

Uh, just pretend
you're my sister.

Well, you don't have
probable cause, Danny.

And I'm not your rubber stamp.

Meant figuratively,
not literally.

But that was very funny, and...

very accurate.

Okay, so,
some time after 11:00,

Patrick Harris and Rachel Wilson
have drinks together

at a place called
"the Moomba Room."

Now, at 0117 hours,

we got an Uber charge here

on Patrick's account taking him
from the bar to his apartment.

At 142 hours,

they arrive at Patrick's
place of residence.

Now only two people
enter the building after them.

They're both confirmed
as residents.

There's no signs
of forced entry,

so we know
it wasn't them, but...

Rachel leaves the building
somewhere after 5:00.

M.E. puts the time of death
between 4:30 and 5:30 a.m.

Surveillance footage
doesn't show anyone else

enter the building until after
Patrick's body is discovered,

which means, there's only
one person on Earth

who could have killed
Patrick Harris.

Rachel Wilson.

So, sis,
do I get a warrant or not?

It's good, Danny Boy,
but it's not good enough.

Of course, because nothing's
ever good enough for you, sis.

More than good
enough for me.

Detectives, I'm sorry.

- This is...
- Patrick Harris's mother. Can we talk?

They broke up over a year ago,
but she just couldn't accept it.

She wouldn't leave him alone.

Well, the video of them walking
into his apartment--

they sure looked happy.

He didn't look bothered
to be with her.

So why would she kill him?

My guess?

He told her
that this was a one-time thing.

But kill him?

She looks like a sweet,
innocent little thing

with all those stuffed animals,
but believe me,

she's got a temper,
and a history of this.

What type of history
are you talking about?

When they broke up,

first, she threatened
to kill herself

if he didn't take her back.

And when that didn't work,

she threatened to hurt
anyone else he was with.

And when all of that
failed to lure him back,

that's when she showed
her true colors.

What do you mean,
her true colors?

"If I can't have
you, nobody can."

"If you won't be with
me in this lifetime,

then you will be with me
in the next lifetime."

She called me a liar.

Well, not exactly, right?

She said, "One
of you is lying."

Okay, look, I understand
that you're upset.

I'm just clarifying, she didn't
actually call you a liar.

She said, "Someone is
lying," and then she said

the witness seemed credible.

You do the math.

Okay, I just think
that we should drop it,

because I don't think
there's any upside

to splitting hairs
about this.

Okay.

Look, I'm just surprised,
because it doesn't sound

like something
that my sister would do.

Well, maybe not to you, but
she is very intimidating.

This is great. You know,
we're about to get married,

and I'm just now finding out

that you have a problem
with my sister.

Of course I have a
problem with your sister.

She's smart,

she's confident,
she's accomplished,

she's ridiculously beautiful.

She is every woman's
basic nightmare.

Do you think that you're
every woman's basic nightmare?

How could I be?

Because as far as I'm concerned,
you just described yourself.

- Ha ha.
- It's the truth.

Jamie.

He's in a meeting.
We'll get right back to you.

Thanks.

That's funny.

Sorry, I got to run.

Come in.

You know...

Why didn't I have you write
the damn speech?

It's a rehearsal dinner.

You're making a
toast, not a speech.

Just write from the heart.

But start with a joke.

You guys get your head together

on that Crime Stoppers thing?

Not yet. Top of the list.

Did you see the big
drop in violent crime

out in Crown Heights?

It's time for a victory lap.

- It is?
- It is.

Our community policing effort
is the reason for the drop.

We got to get that
message out there

to encourage other
neighborhoods to be receptive

to our program.

Okay. What'd Sid say?

Well, I-I didn't
discuss it with him.

This is a public
relations matter.

Garrett.

I mean, you know
he's gonna have an opinion

on what precincts we go to.

Sure. I'll loop him
in on that aspect.

Get him to make a list for me.

Yeah. And, of course, Abigail.

Abigail.

Well, excuse me?

She does my schedule.

I'm not sure I'll even have time

to do something like this
for a couple of weeks.

So you're saying I have to get
Gormley and Baker's sign-off

before I can set this in motion?

I didn't say you had to.

You're ordering me to vet
my idea with them first.

Is there something
you need to tell me?

No.

It's fine.

You're right.

Great.

I'll, uh...

I'll-I'll get their thoughts.

This is you, correct?

- Yes.
- You mind

telling us what happened
last night?

We hung out.

Is he your boyfriend?

Well, kind of.

We broke up a year ago,
but... we're soul mates.

Uh-huh.

So, last night was
make-up sex. Then what?

Then what, Rachel?

We slept a little, and then...

I got up to go to work.
I have to be here at 5:00.

And Patrick was
alive at that time?

Oh, my God. Are you saying...?

Mm-hmm.

No.

H-How?

That's what we were hoping
you could help us with.

Wait.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

No, I had absolutely nothing
to do with this.

Well, then maybe you wouldn't
mind coming down to our office

so we can rule you
out as a suspect.

Suspect?

Mm-hmm.

Suspect?!

Yeah, we'll just take
some elimination prints,

a little DNA sample, and
you should be in the clear.

I think
I should call my parents.

And their lawyer.

But you said you didn't
do anything, remember?

I'm sorry.
I can't say another word.

Thank you.

Hey. What are you doing
in my neck of the woods?

I just testified.

- So, I spoke to Dad earlier.
- Yeah?

Think he's really nervous
about delivering his speech.

The guy delivers
five speeches a day.

Not to his baby boy at his
rehearsal dinner, he doesn't.

Think it's really sweet
that you asked him.

So, what else is going on?

Eddie told me you had her in.

Uh-huh.

That go okay?

Went fine for me.

Apparently not for her.

I think she was hurt.

Look, you think we should
be talking about this?

Why not?

When she's in my
office, she's a cop.

And if I find discrepancies,

then you better believe I'm
gonna get to the bottom of it.

And if she can't
handle that,

maybe she should find
a softer line of work.

You sure this isn't
about something else?

Like, maybe you're not
her biggest fan or...?

Don't bring me into
your fiancée's dramas.

- Okay? I like her just fine.
- "Like her just fine."

Yeah. And I'll like her
a hell of a lot more

when she starts fighting
her own battles.

Look,

short of her walking in here
and confessing,

I don't know
what more we could do.

- I see one thing.
- What?

If her fingerprints
are on that knife...

Well, she has no priors.

She has no
prints in the system.

True. But her fingerprints
are out there somewhere.

And what makes you think that?

You remember at her office.

Every door was locked
with a palm print sensor.

So her prints are on file.

And that's something
we can get a subpoena for,

and we don't have to get it
from your sister.

Hmm.

Garrett and Gormley.

Let's have 'em.

You, too, Baker.

So, anything I need to know?

Okay.

All three of you are fired.

If my inner circle
can't collaborate,

I will find people who can.

Personal feuds cannot have
a place in this building.

Now...

that is my plan B.

Anyone want to hear plan A?

I do.

Me, too.

Yes, boss.

Sid, first thing in the
morning, you will report

to the Office of the
Deputy Commissioner

of Public Information.

I'm gonna work for Garrett?

No, you will be the acting DCPI.

Baker, you will
take Sid's office.

You will be the acting special
assistant to the commissioner.

Seriously?

- And Garrett...
- Frank,

you made your point.

I'm not answering phones.

Oh, she does a lot
more than that.

You will all report to your
new desks at 0600 hours.

0600 hours?

- 6:00 in the morning.
- It's military time.

- I know what it means.
- At which time

you will also have 24 hours

to come to a consensus
about Abigail's program.

That's a lot to ask.

I ain't asking.

You're still pissed.

- You think?
- I told you

that I was sorry

and that I was just trying
to look out for you.

And by doing so, you made me
look like a scared little girl

who can't defend herself.

- That's not true.
- Yes, it is.

Two days ago,
Erin thought that I was a liar.

And now she thinks
that I'm a liar and a wimp.

Promise you,

that was not my intention.

Oh, I know that.
So, why do you think

that you should go out there and
you should fight fights for me

without ever asking me?

Because we're getting
married, and I love you,

and it's my job
to look after you.

Not like that.

Here's the thing.

I want to marry you
more than anything,

and by doing so,
I'm gonna become a Reagan.

But I don't want
to become a Reagan.

Does that make sense?

No.

Oh, my God. What...?

- Remember this?
- What?

No. What-what are
you doing here?

You never saw this knife before?

- No, I haven't.
- Your prints

are all over the knife.
- How did you get my fingerprints?

Your fingerprints are on file
here at the office.

We got a subpoena.

Care to explain?

We were drinking.
I don't remember

everything that I touched.

Bad enough for you
to have to come with us.

No, no, no. I talked
to my parents' lawyer.

He said that I didn't have

to say anything to you

or go with you anywhere
unless I was under arrest.

You are under arrest.

No.

Put your hands
behind your back, please.

No!

No, no, no, no, please.

I swear. No, I swear.

I didn't do anything.

I didn't do anything
to hurt him.

Please.

- Okay.
- Please. I swear.

Please.

I loved him!

Please, please, please, please.

Anthony, what the hell
are you doing here?

Same thing as you, I'm guessing.

Staking out Leo Morris?

Yeah.

Oh.

At least we're
in a nice, warm car

with snacks.

I just really want
to get this guy.

I know. I don't blame you.

I didn't fudge
my report, Anthony.

He gave me that statement.

I believe you.

Erin doesn't.

- That's not necessarily true.
- You heard her.

When it comes to the job,
she's no-nonsense.

Believe me, she would grill
her dead grandmother

the same way she did you
if it would help the case.

I didn't know that.

Come on, they're
all like that.

Who? Prosecutors?

No, Reagans.

And you should know that,

because you're about
to become one of them.

You make it sound
like they're...

another species.

Their entire life
is this job.

And don't get me wrong, there's
no one better at it than them, but...

it comes at a cost.

Let me ask
you something.

Anybody at that family dinner
you go to every week

setting the world on fire
in their personal life?

And I'm not saying
anything bad.

I'm not trying
to talk you out of anything.

I'm just saying,
open your eyes a little.

Know what you're
getting yourself into.

Can I quote you on that?

Um... quote me?

Can you excuse me for one sec?

Thank you.

Hello? I mean, uh,

Commissioner Reagan's office.
How may I help you?

Yeah, I need your help.

Oh, it's you.
I got this reporter here,

- Brett something or other, from...
- Brent.

Alston. With The New York Times.

Yeah, that guy.

He wants to quote me.

Absolutely not.

That's what I thought.
Listen, any chance

you could come here
and talk to this guy?

- He's really intense.
- What was it

you said to me
in the parking lot last night?

"I spent my whole life

"chasing bad guys--
you think I'm scared

of some nerd reporter?"

Seriously? What am
I supposed to do with all these?

Those are your CompStat files.
You got to go through them

and build a case.
Build a case.

How exactly do I do that?

You got to go
through all the files,

scrutinize every
investigative step, right,

and see what they missed.
- How will I know?

Gee, Abigail, I don't know,
I'm just a ginormous head

with half a brain, remember?

Sid, come on.
I didn't mean that.

Hello?

Hey. It's me.

Look, he-he's asking
for his schedule,

and I think
I-I've accidentally deleted

some of his events.

Just go into
the "recently deleted" folder

and retrieve them.

But I'm locked out.

I printed out
a piece of paper for you to use

that had everything
you would need,

including a super user password.
Do you have it?

Can you just come here
and do it?

Oh, but then I'd
be robbing you

of the opportunity to
fully appreciate the fact

that my job is
quite a bit more

than answering phones, making
coffee and hanging Frank's coat.

So that's a no?

Yeah, a big fat one.

Finally, a case served
on a silver platter.

You're welcome.

And this fingerprint thing,
that was your idea?

Really great work, Detective.

What?

- Nothing.
- What is it with him?

Shouldn't you be doing

a Snoopy dance or something?

Whoo-hoo.
He's having doubts.

Doubts? You got this cold.

When we went to collar her,
she fell to her knees

and swore up and down
that she was innocent.

Doesn't every perp do that?

That's exactly
what I said.

So what's the difference
with this one?

What's different
with this one is that...

I believed her.

Leo. You forgot your pizza.

Liar, liar, pants on fire.

What is that?

That is
your bank statement, Leo.

I can explain.

Yeah. I think you better.

Mr. Moore, what's going on?

Contemplating all the
bad decisions in life

that led me to here.

He's expecting you.

- Hey.
- Hey.

What'd I just see?

Too soon to tell.

Okay. I've been working
on my speech.

Want to hear what I got so far?

Sure.

Okay.

"For those of you
who don't know me,

I'm the father of the groom."

It's a small rehearsal
dinner, Dad.

Everyone's gonna
know who you are.

That's the funny part.

You always start with a joke.

Ah.

You missed the funny part.

Okay.

Talk to me.

Easing right into it, huh?

Well, you hardly ever ask
to come up here,

and I hardly ever make an exception
and let you come up, so...

I guess it's what they
call "the jitters."

But not you.

Eddie.

Why do you say that?

Because I have never seen you
so unwaveringly certain

of what you want,

aside from late '60s
Detroit muscle.

She seems a little spooked.

What's she saying?

A little all over
the place, but...

she said one
thing that stuck.

She doesn't want
to lose herself.

That makes sense.

It does?

Yeah. Let me ask you,
how many times

have you been over
to her family's house

for Sunday dinner?

Well, her brother's dead,
her dad's in jail,

and her mom's not
really the type.

Did you listen
to what you just said?

She feels like she's
joining our family

a lot more than
I'm joining hers.

And not just any family,
it's us.

Part ancient tribe,
part wolf pack.

- Yeah.
- And she doesn't even have

one of her own to walk her
down the aisle to seal the deal.

Jamie...

Jamie, don't...

let her do all the work
adjusting to us.

Find opportunities to lead us...

into adjusting to her.

We know that Patrick and Rachel
began their night together

at the Moomba Room, right?

But we never paid enough
attention to the fact

that they didn't arrive at
the Moomba Room together.

- They met there.
- That's right.

Based on Patrick's reaction
to seeing Rachel,

he didn't even know
she was coming.

He was completely surprised.

Okay, so they still
went home together,

and he still wound up dead.

So it got me to thinking.

If he didn't know he was
gonna meet up with Rachel,

what did he have planned
for earlier in the night?

Okay, so what'd you find?

Patrick...

had a date with somebody else
two hours earlier.

We're out of time.

We did what he asked.

She walked us through.
We chimed in with some notes.

We were helpful, right?

More than helpful.

And you'll mention
that, right?

Of course I will.

Okay. There we go.

I lied...

when I said
the reason I didn't...

share my idea with you first

was because I didn't think
it was a big deal.

I believed

in this idea...

and I wanted him
to know it was mine.

I knew it.

- See, Garrett?
- Yeah, I see.

Can you blame her?

Our behavior this week,
Abigail, it's embarrassing.

Well, it takes two to tango,
and I was right there with you.

And if I can be
totally honest...

I felt threatened.

I know how
smart you are.

I know...

how well you can do my job.

Oh, please. I wouldn't
get out of the driveway.

If we're all being all honest...

I know I've just
been barely keeping my head

above water around here.

It's been like that
since day one.

No, Sid.

You...

are the beating heart
of this place.

Come here.

Come on, get in here.

Well?

We have your revisions.

Good.

Though that was never my point.

If it was against the law
to have a bad date,

this entire city
would be behind bars.

What's this?

You're client's
cell phone pinged

off the tower nearest
to Patrick's apartment building

four hours after their date,

because she waited outside.

You've got surveillance
from the building's cameras?

Does my client appear
in that footage?

No, she doesn't.

Didn't think so.

- Because she wasn't there.
- But she does

make an appearance
in the footage we pulled

of the neighboring building's
alley.

A very bloody appearance.

You wanted to see me?

Eddie, come on in.

A $10,000 deposit into
Leo Morris's bank account.

Nice work.

Did you get him to
admit to the bribe?

Well, for a guy who makes

40 grand a year,
it was hard to explain.

The defendant's brother

and a fellow gang member
paid him for his silence.

Well, what happens now?

All three of them
are gonna be charged

with bribery
and witness tampering.

So, again, nice work.

Well, I'm glad I was able
to see this one through.

Same.

Look, turns out
I owe you an apology.

I thought you might say that,
but it's not true.

No, I do.
I accused you of lying.

Not exactly.

You questioned me.

I got insulted.

I overreacted.

And then I whined to Jamie
about it.

Well, I think maybe you're being
a little hard on yourself.

No, that's not even
the worst part.

The worst part...

is that I got mad at him
when he came to you.

But, let's me honest,
part of me wanted him to.

Otherwise, I wouldn't
have complained to him.

Well, when you put it
that way...

I don't want anyone else
fighting my battles.

- I don't think you do.
- So I'm making a choice here.

I've decided that you weren't
picking on me,

you were treating me
as an equal.

And coming from you, that's...

a really big honor.

Well, Eddie Janko,

soon to be Reagan,

you continue to surprise,
don't you?

I'm just getting started.

I must say
what I'm most

struck by this evening

is how well mannered,

charming, welcoming,

and strikingly handsome
you all are.

The handsome part's all me.

Hey, what are we, chopped liver?

But what I most admire

is your sincerity
and brutal honesty.

You have no idea
how brutal.

I assure you

Edit and myself,

who have both suffered from my
husband's glaring deficiency

in that department...

it is greatly appreciated.

So to you, Jameson.

Thank you for loving my daughter

as much as I do.

And I raise a toast

to all of your
sublime qualities...

...not the least of which

is your wonderful family.

- Cheers.
- Thank you, Lena.

- Hear, hear.
- I'll drink to that.

Cheers.

Cheers.

To Jamko.

Jamko?

What's Jamko?

- Jamie and Janko.
- Yeah, Jamko.

It's all right, I wasn't
following it, either.

Why do you call
Eddie "Eh-deet"?

It's Hungarian for Edith.

Would you learn something,
numbnuts?

She just made a comment
about our manners.

Well, I'm just...
I'm breaking her in.

Sorry, I'm breaking her in.

Okay? All right?

Ah, okay.

Tomorrow morning,

Edit is heading full tilt

into the bravest act

any cop I've ever known
has attempted.

And I ain't just talking about
marrying Jamie.

Ooh.

Although,

that would be plenty, for sure.

You see... before the I-do's,

she is walking down the aisle
by herself.

She is bucking a nod to...

an antiquated tradition,
a tradition

of the father of the bride

giving away his daughter.

But, you see...

Eddie isn't anyone's
to give away.

She is her own woman.

And her own life force.

And I have seen it in action
on the job,

and we have all seen it

in action at our dinner table.

Oh, yeah.

And I so look forward
to seeing her in action

as Jamie's life partner.

And, hopefully, as a mother.

And as a hurricane
of fresh air

and candor and strength

for our family.

So... Lena...

Edit...

We are so very glad,

and truly privileged
to have you join us.

Where's Dad?

Don't know. Gramps?

Said he had to take a call.

Well, he is
the police commissioner.

Ah.

You're sure you want
to go through with this?

Yes.

Truly sure?

Uh, yes.

Why are you asking me
about this right now?

Because in over 2,000 weddings,

I've only lost three to divorce

and I don't want any more dents
in my record.

Couldn't be more sure.

Good.

Then let's go.

Danny, where is he?

I don't know.
You know where he is?

I really-- I really loved what
you said last night, but...

Y-You really sure about this?

Every night for the last month,

I've been having the same
nightmare that I'm...

I'm gonna trip over
the hem of my gown

and face-plant
in front of everybody.

I'll always have
your six o'clock.

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