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- Morning, Pop.

You're up early.

Couldn't sleep.

You've been up since 3:30.

I heard you banging around.

Well, the mayor's coming in,

he's on my case about the budget.

You've been thinking about Joe.

I always think about Joe.

It's coming up on two years.

Our kids are supposed to bury us.

I know I didn't personally order

that warrant enforced,

but I was his commissioner.

And sometimes at night, alone,

I find myself left

with an inescapable truth.

My son was killed on my watch.

Francis, you can't think like that.

What's up?

Hello?

What?

All right, I'll tell him.

When did this call come in?

Tell my detail I'm gonna

wanna stop there on the way in.

That was Danny.

As you were.

Frank, is it true about the Clearys?

- We'll let you know, Barbara.

Please stand back.

Pop...

I understand.

You go ahead, Francis.

Commissioner. Sir.

Let me see. I need that ID.

Danny.

I was on my way in to work.

I had to ask twice when they said

the address, it wouldn't sink in.

- Different if it's someone you know.

- Yeah.

Chief of D's thought

you'd have the advantage,

- this being your home turf.

- Okay.

Him first then her.

- Yeah.

Maid came in this morning to work

and found them like this.

She ran across the street.

Fitzgeralds called 911.

Forced entry? Robbery?

Doesn't look like it.

ME puts it sometime last night.

He's asleep in front of the TV,

she comes down.

Killing was done quick.

Eunice has defensive wounds.

I gotta tell you, I don't wanna think

what I'm thinking, Dad.

Sir. The daughter just arrived.

Easy. Easy.

Annie.

- You can't go in there, nobody can.

- Please. Danny?

Mr. Reagan, what's going on?

Mrs. Fitzgerald said

something happened to Mom and Dad.

I'm sorry, Annie.

What do you mean?

What are you talking about?

Ann!

Al.

- What's happened? What's going on?

- It's Mom and Dad.

- Are they all right? Are they inside?

- You can't go inside, Al.

- It's a crime scene.

- Crime scene?

Please, Mr. Reagan, just tell me.

Danny.

They were attacked last night

and found this morning.

That's all we can say.

What happened?

We can't say.

Danny, please, this is me.

He'd say that to anyone, Al.

It's an ongoing investigation.

Where's our brother?

Where's Ronnie?

He's not here.

Annie,

I knew something was gonna happen.

Ever since they let Ronnie

move back in.

You can't jump to conclusions, Al.

If it's not true, Ann, where is he?

Listen, we called the warehouse

where Ronnie works,

he didn't show up for work

this morning.

Any idea where he might have gone?

A friend's house, a girlfriend?

Friends? Danny,

this is Ronnie we're talking about.

What friends he hasn't stolen from

he cut off years ago.

The only friend who stood by him

was his sponsor.

I only know his first name,

but Ronnie was going to meetings

down at the Methodist Church

on Grove.

Do you know when the last time

you saw your parents

or spoke to them was?

Yesterday.

I stopped by

on my way home from work.

I talked to my mom every day.

She seemed fine.

Dad left the dealership,

same as always, around 6.

Where were you last night, Al?

What?

Come on, Al,

I gotta ask the questions, all right?

Yeah. Uh...

I was home.

- You were with Sharon and the kids?

They're in Florida.

Her father's sick.

Okay.

And where were you last night, Ann?

- I was home.

- Can anybody verify that for you?

Uh-- The doorman.

What happens now?

I mean, when do we get to see them?

I have to see them, Danny.

One of you are gonna have to come

to the morgue and identify the bodies.

I can't believe this.

This can't be happening.

I hope that you find my brother

before I do.

Me too.

You wanna bring me up to speed?

- Yeah, take a look for yourself.

All right. So...

So it's a lot harder

when you know the people, huh?

Yeah,

that's what my old man always said.

Got a K-9 Unit out

looking for the murder weapon.

There's an empty slot

in the kitchen knife rack

that's consistent

with the size of the stab wounds.

Pretty distinct footprints

through the blood.

Yep. Made by one person.

- Hey, Jackie.

- Hey.

I just talked to Dad.

You really think Ronnie did this?

Well, he's definitely

a person of interest. Have a seat.

We're looking at anybody who had

motive or access to the house.

Which would be the maid, relatives,

Mr. Cleary's employees.

But Mrs. Fitzgerald does put Ronnie

at the house last night.

She saw him when she was walking

the dog and he was coming home.

There's always been trouble there,

but this?

- What kind of trouble?

- Mr. Cleary rode those kids

something terrible.

Mostly the boys and mostly Ronnie.

Al ended up working for him

at the car dealership.

Yeah, but Al was always

more resilient. Ronnie's sensitive.

Mr. Clearly called Ronnie "cellar boy."

I mean, he thought it was funny.

Ronnie used to cringe at that.

What's "cellar boy"?

He moved into the basement

when he was 14.

Don't know what came first,

him moving down to the basement,

or did he move down to the basement

to drink and smoke pot?

- Where's the mother in all of this?

- Rose-colored glasses, I guess.

They had some knock-down, drag-outs

over there, let me tell you.

And they just had one last year.

The sector car responded to a 52.

Ronnie and Mr. Cleary

going at it again.

Thirty-five year old living at home?

What's that all about?

You name it. Bipolar, using.

He'd move out, switch states,

switch jobs.

Get in trouble, move back in,

get cleaned up.

- Some cleanup.

- You have any idea where he is?

No. We got a finest message

out on his car

and his AA sponsor said if he hears

from Ronnie, he'll give us a call.

Poor Ronnie.

Poor Ronnie?

Take a look at these photos.

Poor Ronnie.

Mr. and Mrs. Clearly

at the crime scene. Nice, huh?

Reagan, hey.

Quite the early bird.

Sergeant Renzulli's good work ethic

is wearing off on me.

Your brother Joe's car.

And now it's yours.

What brings you down here,

Detective Malevsky?

Why do you ask?

- No reason.

- "No reason."

There's an answer for the ages.

Be safe.

- Hey, sergeant.

- Beach boy.

What, do you got a tan or something,

huh?

It's 55 degrees and you're laying out.

Might be how you spent your day off,

sarge, but I was working on my car.

- The Chevelle? Ooh.

- Yeah.

Don't make me drool.

- Where's my gun?

- Huh?

My service weapon, I always keep it

here on the top shelf. It's gone.

Sure you didn't take it home?

I can't tell how many times--

I'm sure.

I never take my service weapon home.

I swap it out with my off-duty

after every tour.

Probably a prank one of the guys

in the precinct is pulling on you.

You tick anybody off?

- Besides me, of course.

- No.

Only thing is I wouldn't steal your gun,

I would steal your car.

Listen to me. Hey.

Take everything out of the locker

and go through the bag again.

Then go back home and go over

every square inch of it for that weapon

- before you report it to the CO.

- All right.

Because then it becomes official

and you're back under IA investigation.

IA? Again?

Oh, yeah. Losing your gun,

that is not nothing, kid.

Sarge, I just saw Sonny Malevsky

out front. Was he back here?

In here? No.

He was at the front desk schmoozing

with the guys when I came in.

Why?

No reason, but didn't you say

you can get past these locks

with a pair of scissors,

a pencil and a soda can?

You think he stole your gun?

No, I...

Never mind. I...

I don't know why I said that.

The mayor, sir.

I asked you to cut 10 percent

from your budget.

You missed by a mile.

I cut everything I could

without crippling this department.

Well,

then your department is frozen.

And we'll postpone

your June academy class.

If we don't bring those cops on line,

we will be reduced to 1992 levels.

There's no money, Frank.

I am not raising taxes

because of you.

- In an election year.

- In any year.

And every department

shares the pain here.

I will not police this city

with those kind of reductions of force.

And nobody, including you,

will want the kind of pain it brings.

Was that a threat, Frank?

The threat here

is to the citizens who elected you

and the $30-billion tourist industry

we all depend on.

Give me a break. The way you injected

racism into that tourist shooting--

Oh, race was already driving the story.

I just said it out loud.

You're not my chamber of commerce,

stick to what you know.

What I know is

you cannot cut this force any further.

No, you listen to me. I am going

to the city council with my budget,

with our commissioners of fire,

sanitation, transportation,

all who have been

far more cooperative,

and with you standing alongside me.

And if you try to make me look bad,

you'll be bringing a knife to a gunfight.

I promise you.

All right, well,

there's plenty of motive here.

I mean, there's a giant insurance policy

and the house.

Yeah, but Ronnie's not the only one.

I mean,

all three of these kids stand to inherit.

All right, so Ann Cleary's doorman,

he confirmed the alibi?

Yeah, she came home as per usual.

That doesn't mean

she might not have left later.

We'll check ARGUS

for video footage.

- What about Al Cleary?

- Al Cleary says he was home alone.

Gotta try to find someone

to corroborate that.

About Al,

the car dealership was failing.

Two salesmen were let go

in the past couple of months.

Let's make sure we talk to those two.

What else?

So the father's pouring

all his personal money

into keeping the business afloat

and he's taking out of the inheritance.

Al can't be too happy about that.

Okay, but money problems?

The neighbor told me old man Cleary

had just booked

a around-the-world cruise trip

for him and the wife,

that their anniversary was coming up.

The ticket cost somewhere

in the ballpark of $100,000.

He may have booked that,

but he hasn't started payment yet.

Reagan.

Yeah.

- Curatola.

You got a caller ID on that?

- Great. Yeah, we're on our way.

- Okay, got it.

Get your hat and coat.

That was Ronnie's AA sponsor.

He says Ronnie called him

from the Rest-Well Motel.

He sounds suicidal.

Finest message paid off too.

Patrol spotted Cleary's car

in the parking lot of guess where.

Rest-Well Motel.

All right, this is Detective Reagan,

I need an ESU and a patrol

to 85 us forthwith,

at the Rest-Well Motel

in Sunset Park.

We've got an emotionally disturbed

homicide suspect.

Go on!

Go on, shoot me, you sons of bitches!

Just put down the ax.

Come on, we can talk about this.

Nobody wants to hurt you.

I don't wanna talk, okay?

I don't wanna talk!

- You come up and get me!

- Cleary, please, come on now.

Come on. Come on! Come on!

Come on down!

- Come on, do it! Shoot! Shoot!

- Come on and shoot!

- What have we got?

He was coming back with take-out,

he was hyped up.

He smashed the firebox

to get an ax.

All right. Probably trying

to commit suicide by cop.

I know this guy, I can get close to him.

I'm gonna take over.

Come on, do it!

- Okay.

- Let me borrow this, all right?

Come on, do it!

- Shoot me!

- Hey, Ronnie.

It's me, Danny Reagan, remember?

Yeah, I remember you, Danny.

Get out of here!

- I'm just gonna come talk to you.

- I don't wanna talk to you!

Stay calm. We're gonna have

a discussion, me and you.

- I don't wanna talk, Danny!

- No, no, look. No guns, nothing,

Just me and you, all right?

Don't do nothing stupid.

Don't you come any closer! Get back!

Stay where you are, you son of bitch!

Stay where you are!

Don't come any closer to me!

- Ronnie. Ronnie.

- Ahh!

Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

Hold it, hold it, hold it!

Don't shoot!

Hold it. Hold it, Ronnie, listen to me.

Come on, let's talk. Me and you.

Like we were kids, we're friends.

- No. I don't wanna talk.

- You can trust me, Ronnie. Come on.

Please, just let them kill me, please.

I can't let them shoot you, Ronnie.

We're just gonna talk, me and you.

You're ruining everything, Danny.

- Ronnie.

- You're ruining it!

Damn it!

Suspect's down.

- You're stupid, Ronnie.

We're all clear!

Let's go.

You want anything, Ronnie?

- Some water? You eat anything?

- Water maybe.

They gave me some crackers

after the psych exam.

- That and a clonazepam.

- Knock it off.

This isn't some drug possession

or petty larceny case, Ronnie.

It's a double homicide.

You already told me that.

- Think you can loosen these cuffs?

- No, I can't do that, Ronnie.

Now let's go over this one more time,

okay?

Two people, your mother and father,

were murdered ten feet

above your head,

and you didn't hear anything?

You don't remember anything?

- I got up that morning to go to work.

- Mm-hm.

I went upstairs to get some breakfast

and I saw them like that.

Right. And what'd you do?

Right, you ran away.

It's your parents, Ronnie.

If you didn't kill them,

then why didn't you call 911?

- I didn't wanna go to jail.

- Then why'd you kill them?

- I didn't kill them.

- What happened, Ronnie?

You and your old man get into it again,

is that it, huh?

He found out you were using again?

- No.

- See, now I know you're lying to me.

Now I know. You know why?

Because we found the weed,

and we found the prescription vial,

and we found a half-drunk bottle

of vodka under your bed.

I'm not using heroin.

What'd you do, Ronnie?

What'd you do?

You got all juiced up and pass out and

sleep through your parent's murder?

Is that what you're telling me?

Was it one of your blackouts?

- Stop it.

- Stop what?

I'm not gonna stop a damn thing

until I find out who killed Kevin

and Eunice Cleary. You follow me?

Why didn't you just let me die?

Why didn't you let them shoot me?

All right, Ronnie, all right. Let's say

it wasn't you then. Who did it, huh?

- Who did it if it wasn't you?

- I don't know.

Some guy my old man

sold a lemon to?

You knew him, Danny.

Outside of the house,

he was Mr. Popularity.

Hail-fellow-well-met.

Inside of the house,

real son of a bitch.

Reagan, talk to you?

Yeah.

Sit tight.

K-9 picked up a scent on these

and found them in a trash can

in a corner of a park nearby.

All right.

These look familiar, Ronnie?

- No.

Well, they're yours.

And they're going down to the lab.

They're gonna type

the blood in the treads to your mom.

Then they're gonna match the wear

in the treads

to the footprints found in the blood.

Isn't that right, Ronnie?

- Get him down to Central Booking.

- No. No.

No.

- No, I-- Please, Danny, don't.

- Get out. Get out.

Danny. No.

There we go. All right, thanks.

Here you go.

We need to talk, Reagan.

You know,

I've been on the job 20 years.

I've seen everything.

And I got a sixth sense

when someone's trying to BS me.

First, I catch you looking

into this Lydia Gonsalves' IAB file,

now this Sonny Malevsky thing.

I told you, if I can't trust you,

how am I gonna ride with you?

And that works both ways, kid.

You know what I'm saying, huh?

Did you ever...? Did you ever hear

of the Blue Templar?

That?

Not in a thousand years. Why?

What do you know about them?

That the world changed.

We got a more professional

police force now.

No more cowboy posses.

You still didn't tell me why.

I can't tell you that.

You can't or you won't?

You said we gotta trust each other,

sarge.

I gotta ask you to trust me

on this one.

You got five? Speech for Knights

of Columbus Monday for you to vet.

In case you have your usual litany

of irritating notes.

- Garrett, I'm in no mood.

- The budget?

The mayor is insisting

I publicly endorse his budget cuts.

Times are tough.

The practical is sometimes prudent.

You mean the political.

Of course I do.

I cannot run this department

with a thousand fewer people.

And I can't prove it

unless the crime rate goes up,

at which point it'll be too late.

So, Garrett,

how could we get out in front of it?

Power of the press?

You tell me.

Headline:

Mayor to N.Y.P.D., "Drop dead."

Maybe something like that.

You do understand

what you're proposing?

I'm not proposing anything.

As a matter of fact, I can't

even remember this conversation.

Exactly.

- Ray Curston at the paper?

- I can't hear you.

Come on.

- Man, what's she doing here?

- She wanted to talk to you.

Ronnie.

You broke my heart when I was 15.

But what didn't, huh?

I'm gonna get him started.

So, what happened down there?

The more we know,

the more we can help you.

No, no, no!

I am not gonna tell the assistant

district attorney anything, okay?

I may be out of my mind,

but I ain't stupid.

Could've fooled me.

So, what do you want? Here I am.

I'm a curiosity to you, huh?

You don't deal with enough scum

in your line of work?

- Knock it off.

- Hey, big brother.

I just wanted to tell you

that I will try to get you

the best legal-aid attorney there is.

Please try to cooperate with them.

Screw it. I don't care.

Really? Is that why

you're on the verge of tears?

It's just the clonazepam kicking in.

- All right, you ready?

- Yeah, let's get him searched.

See you, sis.

- Hi, sweetheart.

- Hi.

- Sorry I'm late.

- The meeting ran over?

And over.

- I got beat up pretty good.

- Yeah? Who won?

We're in the middle round.

Thank you.

- So how you doing?

- Fine.

Well, you probably talked

to Ronnie Cleary by now.

I saw him at Central Booking.

Well, that couldn't have been easy.

Got me thinking about Joe.

Well, it was a big part

of your childhood.

My three oldest and the Cleary kids.

Yeah.

Ronnie, Joe and I

were like the three musketeers.

- I was such a tomboy then.

- You had a pretty good jump shot.

He was my first kiss.

That I didn't know.

Ha, ha.

There's a lot you don't know, Dad.

I think Joe felt

he abandoned Ronnie.

Yeah, we used to talk about that.

Ronnie dove into that

half-filled swimming pool, drunk,

broke his nose.

That was the last straw for Joe.

You think we'll ever stop

missing him?

Yolanda.

I got your message.

Thanks for meeting me.

I knew Detective Gonsalves

had a twin, but...

You do, you look exactly like her.

It must be like seeing a ghost.

Yeah, it is.

How's Lydia's daughter?

She misses her mom,

but she's adjusting.

We're doing okay.

The reason I wanted to see you,

Lydia left a package for me

with her things.

There were insurance issues

because of the suicide,

and her estate only recently

became available to me.

She said

that if anything happened to her,

that I should give you this.

And it happened.

Thanks.

I don't think your sister's death

was a suicide.

I never did either.

She loved her little girl.

And all of us.

I'm gonna make it right.

Maybe what's in there will help.

First three ribs, Dad. Prime aged.

Silvano cut it special for you.

Linda wants me

to take it out of the fridge

- before Church tomorrow, I know.

- Yep.

You want something to eat?

No, sugar's good for me.

Looks bad for Ronnie Cleary.

Well, we've got good alibis

on everybody.

I mean, even Ann Cleary's

sometimes boyfriend

has been surfing in Costa Rica

for the past month.

Never married,

never really blossomed Ann Cleary.

Nobody was ever good enough

for their baby.

They always kept her in Cadillacs

and pocket change.

So, what have you got?

Well, we got enough

to make an arrest.

What does Erin say?

Erin says we don't have enough

to get a jury to convict.

- We gotta find the murder weapon.

- Well, if it was the kitchen knife,

he lives there,

his DNA's gonna be all over it.

Yeah, same as everything

at the crime scene. Just...

- What?

- Well, we found the sneakers

in the opposite direction of the motel

where we found Ronnie.

Okay, maybe he didn't know

where he was going,

maybe he was running around

in circles. Who knows?

But it just seems

like we would've found the knife

where we found the sneakers.

- And what else?

- Well, there's Mrs. Cleary.

There's sign of a struggle,

but she's got no genetic material

under her fingernails,

except for latex.

- The killer used gloves.

- Right.

Which explains why Ronnie

had no scratches or wounds

on his hands from the struggle.

Which would mean

it wasn't one of his alcoholic rages.

He planned it.

- Right.

- Is that what's bothering you?

Well, I mean,

it'd be the first time in his life

that Ronnie Cleary planned anything,

Dad.

Hey, I thought you were a customer.

You could use a new car there,

Danny.

- You think so, huh?

- Yeah. Hey,

I can offer you 0.9 financing.

Basically,

you're paying for the paperwork.

My wife likes that one.

Look, I just came by

to ask you a few questions.

You know, dot a few I's,

cross a few T's.

What happened to the whiskey,

beer chaser Danny Reagan of old?

- Come on.

- No, it's just Detective Reagan now.

Yeah.

What can I do for you, detective?

Well, I've been thinking, you know,

about this thing, the murders.

They were really,

really well thought out.

It just doesn't seem like Ronnie,

you know?

You're thinking about the Ronnie

that you knew.

The heroin-addict version

our family's been having to deal with,

he is a master of manipulation

and lies.

He played my parents.

He bled them dry

with those stints in the fancy rehab.

That's a very well-thought-out

answer, Al.

What are you trying to do, Danny?

My job.

You don't think

this has been hard enough?

Try thinking about Ronnie.

At least now

he'll get the help that he needs.

They'll make sure

he stays on his meds, right?

Yeah.

Well, I just keep thinking about you.

A 42-year-old guy

working under his old-man's thumb,

day after day, year after year.

Couldn't be easy.

Well, you should know.

I'm not the only one taking orders

from my old man around here.

Right?

Have a seat.

Didn't know you worked on Saturdays.

Thought you were nine-to-fivers.

I'm going on vacation next week.

I'm trying to clear my schedule.

This new business

with the missing gun

deserves immediate attention.

My gun was taken from my locker.

Or you sold it to somebody.

I didn't sell it to anybody,

someone stole it.

A new patrol officer makes

$46,000 a year.

You have $85,000 worth

of student-loan debt.

Harvard.

Maybe you figured out a way

to make some extra cash.

You have proof that I sold it,

or is that just an accusation?

Are you challenging me, Reagan?

- No, sir.

- Whether you lost or sold it,

that gun is missing.

And it could very easily fall

into the wrong hands.

Show up at a crime, a murder.

And that'll be a really bad problem

for you.

A real career-changer.

You understand?

- Yes, I think I do.

- Hopefully you find that gun, Reagan.

If not, we will launch

a full-blown investigation.

Until then, be advised,

we'll be keeping a close eye on you.

You can go.

- Yeah?

- He just left.

So, what do you think?

I think he's a liability.

Okay.

Done just right, Pop.

Mm-hm.

- And you're not an easy sell.

- You've been talking to the mayor?

How's that going, Dad?

Well, they've both drawn their lines

in the sand,

but, pfft, they're worlds apart.

Been rumbling from the rank and file

about reduction of force.

Can we talk about something

that doesn't ruin my appetite?

How about the elephant

that's in the room?

Terrible thing, that.

I saw Ann Cleary's car in the driveway

on the way up.

Looks like she's packing everything.

That's been an unhappy house

for a long time.

Whose house are you talking about?

Cellar boy?

- Jack.

- What?

I heard you and Mom

talking about him.

Danny was telling me

about the father and the kids,

you know, about Ronnie.

And while it might sound funny,

the cellar-boy thing is not funny.

Well, why not?

Dads shouldn't call their kids names,

it belittles them.

- "Belittled"?

- Made them feel bad.

That's right. Makes them feel bad

about themselves.

It makes them feel small.

- That's what bullies do.

- Just like a bully.

So now it's the father's fault?

Somehow the parents made him do it?

- Do what?

- Focus on your potatoes, please.

Ronnie's got a dual diagnosis,

Grandpa.

I mean, with a good lawyer,

a sympathetic judge,

- he'll be put in an appropriate facility.

- Or maybe a sympathetic ADA.

He wasn't mental enough not to run,

in my book,

that's an admission of guilt and sanity.

You might be a hard-ass, Grandpa,

but I'm in lockstep with you

on this one.

Yeah, boys, don't call anyone names,

but feel free to swear at the table.

His dad couldn't accept the fact

that his kid was ill.

That was a big part of the problem

over there.

Like I said, unhappy house.

Happy families are alike,

unhappy families are unhappy

in their own way.

- Who said that?

- Other than me? Tolstoy.

Well, I'm glad that I was born

into this family.

Luck of the draw, sweetie.

Hear, hear.

Luck and looking out for each other.

- Taking care of my car?

- I thought it was my car.

It is.

They don't build them like this

anymore.

There's not a computer anywhere,

it's pure mechanics.

You didn't say much in there.

I was younger than everybody else.

I didn't really know that family.

You okay?

- I'm fine.

- I'm worried about you.

Since when?

Probably ever since

you put on the uniform.

Are you sorry

about the choice you made?

Hey, Dad,

Mom's tulips are looking great.

Grandpa's really taking good care

of them.

- I'd better get going.

- Sure you don't wanna stick around?

No, I got a company reunion,

my probationary graduation party, so...

Careful. I ended up on my hands and

knees behind a dumpster on my night.

Thanks for the visual.

See you guys.

We're making a condolence call

to Ann Cleary.

Yeah. Slash re-interview.

- Erin's my beard.

- You wanna come?

Not my job.

Well, she's definitely packing up.

Hi, Annie.

Erin, hi.

So I heard what you said to my brother

that really upset him.

- Yeah.

- Danny wouldn't be doing his job

if he didn't cover every angle.

So you think this idea that Ronnie

didn't do it is just a crazy thought, huh?

I mean, you know Al and Ronnie hated

each other.

Al was always embarrassed

by Ronnie.

Got his teeth knocked out by Ronnie.

You know all the juicy details

about the Clearys, huh?

The famous Reagan Sunday dinner.

I bet we were the topic

of conversation.

Ronnie always used to rub it in

to my folks.

"Why can't we be more

like the Reagans?"

That's not fair, Annie.

Well, you should understand

what it feels like, Erin.

I mean,

this divorce can't be easy for you.

And to think that your misery

is the fodder for other people's gossip.

That hurts, right?

Yeah, it does.

Well,

I just wanted you to know

what it feels like.

Sorry, I've got work to do.

Annie, hold on a second.

Look, I'm sorry if I upset you.

Good news is we found the knife.

Yeah. We're expecting

the lab results back tomorrow.

Probably won't find much because

we're pretty sure the killer wore gloves,

but, you know, maybe we'll get lucky.

Wow, poor Ronnie.

Hey.

You found the murder weapon?

No, I'm just shaking the tree

to see if anything falls out.

Is that why you subpoenaed

all the phone calls for her and Al?

If I'm right,

she's probably calling Al right now.

Hey, see, if I get--

You might as well go home.

It's way too early.

Oh!

Whoa!

Just like you thought, Reagan.

Soon as you leave the house,

sister called her brother.

Yup, found out he was here.

Though it's funny, they were smart

enough not to speak over the phone

just in case we were tapped in.

We wait.

Yeah, we do.

It's Sunday night, Reagan.

I'm missing my Chinese spare ribs

and martinis.

Gin and grease,

it's a food group, you know.

If this works out,

I'll treat you to Peter Luger's.

- Well, well, well.

- I'm getting a T-bone, medium rare.

Looks like they're having

a little difference of opinion.

What did I tell you?

- Drop the knife.

You stupid--

- Shut up.

- You shut up.

- Drop the knife, right now!

Damn it, Ann, you idiot.

Mounted Unit Graduation

has been moved to 1500.

- Bronx DA has called twice already.

- Screw you, Frank.

"Mayor's draconian budget cuts

deny training

to New York City's best

and brightest future police officers..."

Oh, and look at the pictures.

Women and ethnics and veterans.

Yeah, I'm like Scrooge and the Grinch

rolled into one.

You screwed me.

Screw you.

You think I had something

to do with that?

Of course you did.

- No, sir.

- Well, how did they get onto it?

How did they get in contact

with those cadets?

Well, last time I checked,

we live in a democracy

and I do not run a secret police.

If I can't deliver a balanced budget,

the state takes over.

Now, do you have any idea

what those hillbillies upstate

will do to your beloved department

if they get control of our finances?

Boy.

- What are you gonna do?

- I'm gonna find the money.

But be forewarned,

you and your plausible deniability,

I mean, it ain't gonna fly no more.

Mayor's a little cranky?

He's sensitive about an article

in this morning's paper.

I'll be at my desk.

He ought to be thanking you.

Oh, I don't think we're in any danger

of that.

Well, someday he's gonna wake up

and realize just how lucky he is

to have you.

Or that.

The Knights of Columbus speech,

I counted 23 metaphors in five pages.

Gotta be a personal worst.

I'll polish it before breakfast.

I'm the police commissioner,

not a politician.

Don't imagine swelling music

when you write for me.

Just sirens and gunfire?

Just...

Plain and honest.

- Erin.

- Ronnie.

Hi. I'm so happy.

I mean, I'm sad about your parents

but I'm glad

you're not taking the fall for it.

It's really hard

to wrap my head around it.

Yeah. Have a seat.

Ann confessed to the whole thing.

It was AI's idea.

I guess the money your parents

were gonna spend on that trip

was a tipping point for him.

I just keep thinking about that night.

It's just a blank.

Well, Ann laced your grapefruit juice

with sleeping pills.

She knew you were on

a greyhound bender.

Al wore you shoes

through their blood.

How could he do that to me?

To them?

I don't know, Ronnie.

They were gonna plant the knife

in your shirt,

soaked in your parent's blood,

near your motel to seal your fate.

How could they be so cold-blooded?

I guess the short version

is they felt cheated.

The long version...

You tell me, I don't know.

I don't know.

What are you gonna do now?

Stay clean?

I'm not looking for a right

or wrong answer, Ronnie.

I can't live in that house anymore.

I'm rich, I guess, sort of.

What do you think I should do?

You know, I'm single.

- And rich.

- Ha, ha.

I mentioned that.

That's very sweet, Ronnie.

I think I'll go down to Florida.

I've got a kid down there

somewhere.

Will you stay in touch?

Definitely.

Erin,

I hope you know how lucky you are.

I do.

What's going on, kid?

Something you should hear.

I'm getting close,

but the Templar

may have made me.

- That's Joe.

- The night he was killed.

He was working with the FBI,

investigating the Blue Templar.

What?

I should have told you

a long time ago, Danny.

Does Dad know?

No.