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...and I after I turned their
responses into hard numbers,

I presented my findings
to the CO in the Three-One,

who adjusted the manner
of our policing, and,

as you can see,
crime is down,

public confidence is up.

Correlation is not causation,
Sergeant Delgado.

Of course not, sir.

But after I controlled
for other variables,

I think there's a direct link.

And you gathered all your data
through social media?

Well, these days,
how else are you gonna hear

what kids are thinking?

It's pretty unusual for someone
in the rank and file

to develop a program on their
own time and their own dime.

Young people want to be heard,
and I want to help.

But, sir, I never
represented this

as department sanctioned,

just an effort
by a guy in the hood,

who happened to be
also NYPD.

Relax, Sergeant.

You showed initiative.
That's a good thing.

Well, I never forgot the advice
of my training officer,

Lieutenant Gormley:

"Never bitch about a problem

without pitching a solution."

He does have a way with words.

Commissioner,

if you see fit to implement
this program,

I will work nonstop
to ensure its success.

If something lights me up,
I'm all over it.

Anything to add,
Lieutenant Gormley?

He said everything
that needs saying.

Not my decision, anyway.

Now, if you excuse me,
I got work to do.

Thank you, Sergeant.

I'll take that
under advisement.

Let me walk you out.

(indistinct conversations)

NICKY:
Join CSC and our fight

for social justice on campus!

We don't accept, we disrupt!

You can give money
or sign up

for a "Check Your
Privilege" workshop!

Hope this helps.

Thank you.

You know how to work
a crowd, Nicky.

One nickel at a time.

Every little bit helps.

Miss Watkins?

That's me.

Ted Meeks, security investigator

for the university.

You left a voicemail about

some sort of threat
you received last night?

It wasn't
"some sort of threat."

Someone's trying
to kill me.

What?!

MEEKS: And this was on

the school message board.

The social studies forum.

Social justice forum.

I'm trying to make things
better on campus,

and this troll starts
threatening me.

Here, I printed it out.

Chrissie, why didn't
you tell me about this?

I didn't want to scare you.

I'm scared enough
as it is.

These aren't exactly threats.

What are you talking about?

"Go to hell, bitch."?

"Crybaby feminists

"should be run
off campus."?

It's rude, yeah,
but the First Amendment

doesn't protect you
from hurt feelings.

(scoffs quietly)

So you're not gonna
do anything?

I'm happy to take
the report.

That's it? A report?

And you are?

Nicky Reagan, treasurer of CSC.

Well, Miss Reagan...
You know what?

Forget it.

I get hostility all the time.

What's a little more?

Join CSC in the struggle
against racism,

sexism, and the hate

we see around us every day!

No one else
is gonna help us,

so we have to
help ourselves!

Reagan, how many cups
is that today?

You know what I like best
about coming here every day?

Making the streets safer?

No. I don't have to
listen to my wife nag me

about how much
coffee I drink.

So you're not
gonna tell me?

Not unless you want
to tell me

how many times a day it is

that you're texting
that guy from Vice.

Moving on.

What the hell's
going on here?

Prison break at
Bethany Correctional.

Two women tunneled out.

Not before stabbing
a guard who discovered them.

Oh, yeah?
Who's the women?

Trina Hamilton
and Rose Butler.

Both doing time
for murder.

What's wrong, Reagan?

I collared Rose Butler.

You did?

DANNY: Yeah.

And she never should
have gone to prison.

What do you mean
someone you put away

shouldn't have
gone to prison?

I caught a homicide,
four years ago, in Kips Bay.

When I got there,
Rose was standing over

her dead husband,
who was lying on the floor.

Let me guess: with a gun
still in her hand.

The same gun he used
to jam down her throat,

when he wasn't beating her,
drugging her,

or cheating on her.

That night, he kept going on
about how

he was gonna kill her
and her teenage son.

He grabbed his gun;
there was a scuffle.

And, for once, Rose
came out on top.

Yeah, but she
had no priors.

I mean, she was
a model citizen.

This was the most
clear-cut case

of self-defense
there ever was.

Did you tell the DA?

DA wanted to win
desperately,

and the judge was an ass,

who didn't buy the
self-defense aspect,

because Rose never made
an official complaint

with the police.

No, read the letters
for yourself.

She wrote to you from prison?

She pleaded with me to look
after her teenage son Eric,

after she got locked up.

Now let's look
through those,

and see if there's
any clues

as to where
she might be headed.

I'll be figuring that out,
thank you very much.

Morgan.

Can't say we're happy
to see your face.

You don't see me
smiling, either.

What's the Marshals Service
doing here?

We're here
to make sure you locals

don't screw up this manhunt.

It's a womanhunt.

Oh...

you added humor
to you skill set.

You may want to try adding
something to your skill set.

You might want to try to explain

why looking over the visitor's
log of an escaped murderer,

I find your name,
listed a dozen times.

He put Rose Butler away.
Really?

And then dropped by to do what,

design window treatments
for her cell?

She was a friend.

How good of friends?

'Cause, you know, sometimes
friends help friends

bust out of prison.

That's almost as funny
as your face, Morgan.

Which is really
saying something.

Well, let's find us
a quiet place to talk,

and we'll find out
who the funny guy is.

♪ Blue Bloods 6x05 ♪
Backstabbers
Original Air Date on October 23, 2015

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

♪ ♪

Okay, but if you want to do
the thing in Connecticut,

I'm gonna have to cancel you
for the thing in Maryland.

Almost like I planned it
that way.

How are we feeling about
Sergeant Delgado's JuviStat program?

Well, if his numbers hold up,
I'd say it's a slam dunk.

Great minds think alike.

And I think we should let him
take the lead on it.

Seriously.

It's his idea.

And if you taught me
anything over the years...

If?

If... you've taught me

anything over the years,

it's having the right face
saying the right things,

so the public hears it
the right way.

All right. I'll put him
front and center,

and start crafting
the press release.

What's up with Sid?

You noticed.

Hard to miss.

And there's some talk that

he's been bunking
in his office, too.

You want me to
find out why?

No.

I'm just asking.

Just answering.

CHRISSIE: Help CSC
dismantle the patriarchy!

Be a part of the solution!

Ladies, we're so deep in it,

we don't even
realize it anymore.

Come on, don't be a part
of the problem.

Hi! Join!
Make a difference!

Chrissie!

Nicky.

I thought you went to class.

I wanted you to meet
my uncle Jamie

and his partner Eddie.

Hey.
Hi.

They're officers with
the NYPD.

Your uncle's a cop?

Wait'll she finds out
who your grandpa is.

Yeah, we're, uh,
off-duty right now.

Like Clark Kent before he
ducks into the phone booth.

It's just... you never
mentioned...

you were related
to any of... them.

I could tell how upset you were

after Campus Security
blew you off.

Figured I'd try to help.

Nicky tells me you've been
having some trouble online?

I fight for social justice.

Someone's not
happy about it.

My niece tells me that you've
gotten some death threats.

Maybe not technically, but...

she shouldn't be attacked
for speaking out.

Unfortunately, none of this is

rising to the level of
aggravated harassment.

Not to mention, what they wrote
was posted anonymously.

I know who it is.

You do?

A frat guy named Scott Keller.

Two days ago,
we got in this huge fight

in our Poli Sci class.

I said the legal system is

biased against
transgender people,

and he started yelling,
"Blah, blah-blah, blah,

blah, blah!" to my face,

and saying
loudmouth liberals like me

are ruining this country.

If there hadn't been
30 students there,

I think he would've
strangled me.

And you informed
Campus Security.

I tried to, this morning,
but the guy shut me down.

Typical white cis male.

O-Okay, we'll...
we'll talk to Scott,

run his name and... see if he's
had any brushes with the law.

Thanks.

Thank you.

Never give up.

That's what CSC is
all about, right?

Eric, this is Danny Reagan.

I'm sure, by now, you heard

that your mom escaped
from Bethany Correctional.

I want you to give me a call
on my cell phone, okay?

If you don't get me,
leave a message,

or try the hotline
that they set up.

You call there, they'll put you
through to me directly, okay?

Talk to you soon.

MORGAN: ...extend the roadblock
ten miles north and south

on 22 and 684.

And I want every PD between
Jersey and Connecticut

with dogs and choppers off their
asses and on the hunt.

You heard from Rose's son?
Not yet.

Well, give me an address.

I'll put marshals on his place.

Don't you think,
if I had an address,

I'd be on my way there
already?

I thought you were
tight with him,

like you are with
his jailbird mommy?

I took him to a few Mets
games when he was a kid,

he turned 18, he wanted
to be close to his mother,

so he moved up
near the prison.

That's the last
I heard from him.

You lost touch,
like you did with Rose.

The last letter she wrote you
was dated over a year ago.

She just dropped out of contact.

Cut me off
the visitors' list, too.

And you don't know why?

No, I don't know why.

You're the genius;
you tell me.

Oh, so that's a no.

Is there anything in here
that she says

about where she might
want to go if she gets out?

No, she just says,
over and over,

how she shouldn't have
gone to prison.

Same sob story, man or woman.

Well, except, in Rose's case,
she didn't deserve to go.

And that guard who got
attacked this morning,

he didn't deserve get shanked
with a garden spade!

How the hell do you know it was
Rose who shanked the guard?

What do we know about
the other escapee?

Trina Hamilton.

Sheet stretches into her teens.

She used to run a smack lab
in Washington Heights,

then she got hooked,

murdered and dismembered
a runner on her crew

that she thought was
ripping her off.

Sentenced to Bethany
Correctional,

became Rose's cell mate
last October.

October.
Yeah.

Right around the time
Rose stopped writing me.

So is it possible, then, that
Trina came into the joint,

turned Rose, she cuts off
the outside world

and becomes Trina's flunky?

Are you ever gonna stop playing
the violin for this woman?

Rose would've done
anything in the world

to get out of the joint
and be back with her son.

Anything!

Including teaming up with
a maniac like Trina!

We got a sighting.

I didn't get to congratulate you
for bringing Delgado in.

Nothing due my way.

Your guy did good.

We're going with him.

As if he needs a bigger head?
(chuckles)

You know, this floor
isn't zoned for residency.

Sir?

So sleeping on the couch
for more than, say, a night,

that'd be breaking the law,
technically.

Oh, yeah, well, I'm, uh...

How many nights?

(sighs)

Just a couple.

Anything you want to talk about?

Nothing you want to hear.

That's not what I asked, Sid.

Just, uh, (sniffs)

a little trouble at home.

(sighs)

You and Sheila?

She...

Well...

There's someone else.

She tell you this?

No, but I saw some texts
on her phone.

And you're sure they were...
One was about

figuring out
where they could meet

and what they were gonna
get up to when they did.

Then he texted her
he was, quote,

"EOT

at 2200 hours," unquote.

So he's a cop.

Yeah.

You have a name?

Not till just this morning,

when he said,

"Something lights me,
I'm all over it."

He texted the same exact message
to Sheila.

Must be like his motto

when it comes to him
getting what he wants.

Well, that doesn't prove squat.

And last week, I come home,

Delgado's there with Sheila.

Says he was looking for me.

And I thought to myself,

"Well, you know where I am.

Ninth floor, One PP,
all day long."

You take a guy under your wing,

and he stabs you in the back?

Slow down.
Boss, I've earned

my stripes, all right?

You pinned these bars
on me yourself.

And just the thought of seeing
that son of a bitch

strutting around up here...

or me being tasked
to help him out

with his stupid
JuviStat program!

I mean, there's some things
I'm just not gonna put up with!

All right? Either he goes,

or I do.

To give advice and opinion.

That's your job.

What is not your job

is to give ultimatums.

You need to think about that.

(door closes)

(sighs)

OFFICER: This is a gas station
near the Saw Mill River Parkway.

That's due west of the prison.

Must have travelled by foot
through the woods.

See that? Trina's
the ringleader.

Ooh!

And she's
a complete maniac.

Look at her,
she's pouring gas on the guy.

Where did Rose go?

Attendant said she ran in
asking for a map.

When he turned to get one,
she reached over the counter

and grabbed a .45
he keeps there.

Threatened to shoot him
if he gave chase.

You still think
Rose Butler's an angel?

Get a screen-grab of that SUV
and its plates

and get the governor's office
on the horn.

I'll brief him in the car.
We're headed out.

You get any word
from Rose's son,

I want to hear about it
before you even think

about acting on it.

Aye, aye, skipper.

Great.

Hey, I...

What do you got?

Con Ed just got back to me
with an address

for Eric's apartment
six miles from the prison.

Beautiful. Keep it on the QT.

Now we're withholding
information

from the US Marshals Service?

Listen,

if Morgan finds Rose
before we do,

she's gonna do harder time than
she would have done before,

that's if she doesn't die
in a hail of gunfire.

Danny, they're Feds.
Exactly,

and while they're running around

big-footing the
rest of the world,

we are going to save
Eric's mom's life.

Come on.

Your uncle didn't arrest Scott?

He said his record is clean.

So typical.

The people in power never
protect the less powerful.

That's not true, Chrissie.

Have you watched
the news lately?

Tell me the NYPD
are the good guys.

The good things cops do
rarely make the news.

Look, maybe my uncle's right.

You're not really in danger.

Now you're blowing me off, too?

Ok, but...

Look, if someone hates you
so much,

have you thought about maybe,
I don't know,

keeping a lower profile
for a little while?

Nicky, they want
to shut people like us up.

Are you willing to
keep "a low profile"

when you see injustice,

income inequality,

attacks on gay rights?

Well, no.

Neither am I.

So we keep fighting, right?

Right.

Isn't that your room?

Oh, my God.

See?

Someone does want me dead.

Detective Reagan.

Eric, where you been?

I left you a voicemail.

Yeah, yeah, no, right, sorry,
I was at work.

Boss gets real pissed
if we even look at our phones.

Do you mind if we come in?
Yeah, of course.

So, did my mom really
break out of jail?

Unfortunately, she did.

She contact you?

No.

What about the last time
you visited her?

She say anything weird like,
"I'll be seeing you real soon"?

No.

No, but honestly,

she's-she's barely even
my mom anymore.

I used to visit every Sunday,
but, um,

the past year,
every time I show up,

it's like she'd be too scared
to even talk to me.

Well, we think
that's when she got a new,

not-so-nice cell mate.

(sighs) My God.

Still into, uh,
computers and electronics,

I see, huh?

Eric's a real whiz kid.

He had a full ride to, uh, NYU.

Yeah, now I'm making
minimum wage

fixing people's computers
when their cats pee on them,

but I had to move here

to be closer to my mom.

Well, she's lucky
to have a son like you.

Any idea where your mom
might have gone, Eric?

I don't know.

We're friends, you and I,
aren't we, Eric?

Yeah.

I mean, I've always been honest
with you?

Yeah, yeah, no, totally.

So why the hell you lying to me?

What?

Somebody ordered
Chinese food for three,

not just one.

Still warm.

Your mom and Trina come over
for dinner, maybe?

No, no, I was just hungry.

And getting directions.

Hey! Come here!

Hey!

He locked it.

Unlock the computer.

Tell us where they're headed.

Unlock it.
I can't do that.

Unlock the computer

or I'm gonna take you
in for hindering.

You just want to try
and send her back!

Hey, I'm trying to
help you and her.

You better hope he finds her
before someone else does.

If he would've helped her
like he promised,

she wouldn't even be in prison
in the first place.

Okay, yeah, well,
suit yourself.

Get up against the wall.

(handcuffs clicking)

Trey Delgado?

Yeah.

He knows this?

He thinks he knows
and has no proof.

But at this point,
proof isn't the point.

No, he's calling
for Delgado's head.

You can't fire Delgado.

As far as I'm concerned,

it is a personal matter,

and JuviStat is a done deal,

but Sid does not see it
that way.

He sees it as "it's him or me."

He said that?

Exactly that.

All right,

in situations like this,
a guy kinda loses it,

and Sid's a trusted colleague
and a valuable counsel.

No one on my staff gives me
an ultimatum.

You're gonna have to take
a step back, too.

I can take a hundred steps back.

It does not change what he said.

What are you gonna do?

I don't know.

What are you gonna do?

Me?
Oh, come on.

I know you have people
that I don't know about.

Is that a question?
No.

It's okay. You're supposed to.

People you can't do
your job without,

but you wouldn't be
caught dead with.

See if you can find
the what's what

and the who's who in this.

If I could--
and I'm not saying that I can-

to what end?

(sighs)

To see who gets to stay
and who has to go.

I only want what's best
for your mom,

and if you do, you'll tell me
where she's headed.

You can get out of here,
no harm, no foul.

Why don't you go to hell.

Enjoy the accommodations.

Hey.
Hey.

Still won't talk?

Not yet. What
about the laptop?

CCS is working to break
the encryption.

I heard the marshals rousted
Trina's old drug pals,

but she hasn't (phone rings)
contacted anyone yet.

Great, so we got squat.

Reagan.

ROSE:
Danny?

Rose?

I know you must be one
of the people trying to find me.

I am, 'cause I'm worried
about you.

st Sp. All of you,
just-just leave me alone.

You know I can't do that.

And you know
I don't belong in prison.

Just get away from Trina, okay?
Tell her you got to

get something from your
apartment in Kips Bay, okay?

You go there,
I'll meet you there,

and I promise you,

I'll make sure
you're treated right this time.

I found another car
we can drive.

What the hell are you doing?

Rose, you got
to get away from her.

TRINA: You stupid bitch!

Give me that!

Sorry, T, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, T, I'm sorry.
Get out of the car!

Rose?

I'm sorry!
Rose!

They're switching cars.

We got to figure out
where they're headed.

We got to hope she's alive
by the time we get there.

Knock, knock.

Hey, come see this.

Is that the video
from Chrissie's building?

Still can't believe
the landlord gave it to you.

Well, get ready
to not believe something else.

What do you mean?

Just watch.

God, what a bastard.

Sorry.
Gets worse.

(gasps)

It was... Chrissie?

Time code shows
that she did it

about a minute before she
bumped into you on the street.

But...

It can't be her.

I gave it to campus security.

Now they think
she posted the online threats.

Why would she do this?

I don't know.

But she lied to Uncle Jamie.

I mean, that's a crime, right?

Yes, but I don't think anyone
wants to press charges.

I mean, something like this
could ruin Chrissie for life.

Even the landlord
was trying to protect her.

Mom, she was having us
organize a candle-light march

to protest whoever
was trying to kill her.

I know, and the university's
gonna call her in,

and she's gonna have
to cancel it.

(quiet laugh)

I'm sorry, Nicky.

(sighs)

Rolls are terrific.

Thanks to whoever made them.

That be me.

So, now going to the bakery
counts as making something?

Pops, he burned you.

Yeah, and got cut out of my will
in one fell swoop.

Well, I'm a fan, Gramps,
so I'm gonna have a second.

Or a third.
Who's counting?

LINDA:
I'm just saying

that three rolls

to, like,
every one string bean

is not a healthy ratio.

Yeah, Dad, too many bad carbs.

What's a good carb?

Like Mom said, string beans.

Okay, well then, can you
pass the string beans,

please, Nicky?

FRANK:
Come on, Nicky,

let someone else
get a word in.

I'm fine.

Once more
like you mean it.

A friend at Columbia turned out
to be not so much of a friend.

She betrayed me.

After I got Mom involved
and Uncle Jamie.

Don't worry
about us, Nicky.

But when you got more skin
in the game, it hurts more.

I hear you, kiddo.

And I get that
in the real world,

you got to expect it, right?

You're gonna be betrayed

because it's
every man for himself.

But this is at college,
you know?

Over values and principles.

Are you sure this person
meant to betray you?

I mean, sometimes people
have good intentions,

they just don't get around
to keeping the promises.

Well, next time,
I'm gonna think long and hard

before jumping in
to help somebody.

Well, you can't do that.

Maybe not if you're a cop.

But I'm not a cop.

No, but you're good people.

And good people try
to move on from a betrayal

like it's an exception,
not the rule.

Well, you're better people
than I am, I guess.

Not at all.

And you start walking around
like you're questioning

everybody's motives
all the time,

you're gonna end up
with a waiter

and a couple of cats
for your circle of friends.

Dad's right.

You look around this table,

we've hurt each other
over the years.

If we gave up on each other,

where would we be?

Not eating dinner together
every week.

Amen to that.

Yeah, but this is family.

It doesn't necessarily guarantee
no one gets hurt.

Or forgives and forgets.

Right.
We try at it.

(pop music playing, muffled)

Chrissie, open up!

Chrissie,
I know you're in there!

Answer me!

Chrissie, you owe me
an explanation!

Oh, my God.

Somebody call 911!

Chrissie?

Wake up!

Yeah, all right.
Thanks anyway.

That was CCS.

The kid fried his computer.

We're screwed.
Not quite.

I had the phone
company trace a signal

on that disposable phone
Rose called you on.

The state trooper found it
on the street up in Armonk.

Wait a minute.

They're heading to the city.

Maybe we're not screwed.

You think she's heading
to Kips Bay like you suggested?

We'll have a car sit on
the house and we'll find out.

Detectives!

Okay, now we're screwed.

You hauled in Rose's kid
without telling me?

I don't know
if you got the memo.

But we don't work for you.

Well, that's obvious,

because the people for me
get results.

Relax, we got a beat
on Rose and Trina.

They're headed south.

Yeah, I know.

They just robbed
and pistol-whipped

a bodega owner in Yonkers.

Open up your cage.

Eric's going with me.

Wait a minute, hold on.

You got a Federal writ?

I got two murderers
running wild,

hurting people every
which way they turn.

You give me five minutes
in a real lockup with me,

I'll get everything
this kid knows,

whether you can or not.

That kid's gonna talk,
all right?

He's just trying to protect

the only person
he's got left in the world.

What is it with you Reagans?

Scratch you or your sister
and out pops the bleeding heart!

What's next?

Your old man's gonna
confess he's secretly

been teaching ballet
down at the ACLU?

That kid is not gonna end up
in a zoo like his mother.

End of discussion.

That's not up to you.

You're not putting
your hands on the kid!

Get out of my way!

Hey!
Hey!

Knock it off!

Knock it off!
Get off!

Your partner attacked
a U.S. Marshal.

You put your hands on me first.

All right, back up,
both of you!

Listen, maybe it is time
we turned the screws on the kid.

What?

You're gonna side
with this hump in our house?!

I'm siding with whoever
gets us a solid lead

into finding those convicts.

Okay, you two want to put
the screws to the kid,

you'll do it
when I'm finished with him.

What do you got?

Shut the door.

What do you got?

Sheila Gormley is not
cheating with Delgado.

Good news.

But she is cheating.

Okay.

Got to be another cop.

Yes, but not one of ours.

Okay.

He's a guy out of--

I don't want to know that name.

Right.

What do you tell Sid?

What do I tell Sid?

I don't want to tell him

his wife isn't cheating
with his protégé,

but she is cheating.

It's like do you want to me to
shoot you with a .22 or a .44?

Either way--

Sid gets wounded.

Open.

Save it, Detective.

Save what?

The whole good cop speech
that you're about to give me.

I wasn't a very good cop
when it comes to your mom.

You failed.

Okay, so I failed.

Which is why the only way

I can pull a win
out of this now, Eric, is you.

I'm already doing exactly that.

How so?

By lying to me?

By not telling me
where your mom's going?

By shutting down your computer?

Yes!

She can't get away, Eric!

And the longer this drags out,

the more likely
it ends in bullets!

You were never
our friend, okay!?

Okay.

Maybe I wasn't.

But your mom's your friend.

And if you don't
help me find her,

you're never
gonna see her again.

I'm just trying
to protect my mom.

Like you couldn't protect
her from your stepdad?

'use that's all
that's going on here.

And you can
take it out on me

all you want, Eric.

But that's not gonna
get her back safe.

Only you can do that.

I'm asking you
to help me find her.

At my apartment,

I overheard Trina

tell my mom that
right before she got busted,

she was making a truce
with this old rival dealer,

um... Rico.

Said they would be safe
at Rico's 'cause...

'cause nobody would think
she would go to an old enemy.

You know, the cops wouldn't
look for her there, but...

they just needed to find a way
to get to his place

while staying off
of the main streets.

(quietly):
Good.

Open up.

Will you please
just make sure she's okay?

This time I will.

MORGAN:
What do we got?

Kid says Rose and
Trina are holed up

in a drug spot up the
block-- 1280 Jancey.

We scouted the area.

No sign of the sedan they stole.

So, this could be a end?

Or it could not
be a dead end.

Line it up!

How exactly
do you want to do this?

The marshal service
is gonna do this.

You two are gonna
watch and learn.

You heard the man.

The marshals will handle it.

The rest of us will
watch and learn.

Hold.

U.S. Marshal!

Hands where we can see them!

U.S. Marshal!

(gunfire)

Go! Go!

I got you, I got you.

Watch him.

Drop it!

Trina!

♪ ♪

Drop it!

Danny?

Right here.

Where's Rose?

We cleared the house.

There's no sign of her.

These dirtbags shot
two of my men.

Oh, you know, we watched
and learned that on the way in.

Yeah, well, if Rose puts up
a fight like this,

she'll be deader than that one.

Hey.

Hey.

You okay?

Pretty far from okay.

But you will be.

My parents are flying
in from Florida.

School wants me to go back
with them for a semester.

Why'd you do it, Chrissie?

I just... got caught up...

...trying to fix what's
broken in the world.

And that justifies lying?

Of course not.

(scoffs) I thought
I was your friend.

You still are.

If I was, you would
have come to me

instead of trying
to kill yourself.

Even after what I did?

You don't have to be perfect.

You just had to believe in me
as much as I believed in you.

I'm really sorry, Nicky.

You get better soon, okay?

And call me.

When you get back
next semester.

I will.

Good.

'Cause we got a lot
of work to do.

Hey, Reagan, I'm sorry.

For what?

For doubting you earlier.
(groans)

I couldn't have
made Eric talk.

Morgan sure as hell
couldn't have.

Fat lot of good it did us
with Rose still in the wind.

(cell phone rings)

Reagan.

I got away from her.

Rose?

Rose, where the hell are you?

When we got to Rico's,
she made me the lookout,

so I just drove off, and-and
then the car ran out of gas.

All right, listen.

I need you to focus, okay?

Look around,
tell me what you see.

Uh, I'm between two bridges--

the-the Triborough
and Hell Gate, I think.

Okay, that's Astoria Park.

You're in Astoria Park;
I'm on my way.

Danny, I want to give up.

Just don't bring anybody else.

I give you my word,
I'm coming by myself.

Are you really going alone?

No, this time there is something
you and Morgan can do.

Come on.

FRANK:
Who goes?

GARRETT:
Heads up.

Sid left early.

Well, seeing as he's been
sleeping here,

that's probably good news.

Except it isn't.

He left word that he's swinging
by the retirement racket

for a lieutenant in the 3-1

and would be on his cell phone
if he's needed.

When was Sid at the 3-1?

He wasn't.

But Delgado was.

(under his breath):
God.

Don't look at me like that.

Like what?

What the hell am I
supposed to do?

I just thought
you'd want to know.

Well, next time,
give me the choice first.

Will do.

Is that all?

You tell me.

(sighs)

He's a grown man, Garrett,
I can't be babysitting him.

Copy that.

Hello, Rose.

Someone else in there?

Nobody's in the car.

Just like I promised.

You still holding onto that gun
you took from the gas station?

I'm gonna need you
to hand it over.

Okay, well,
I got a gun of my own.

Which I prefer not to use.

Come on, Rose, I thought you
said you wanted to give up.

You said a lot
of things, Danny.

Those didn't turn out
to be true either.

Look, you're right.

I know it.

And I know that it was
Trina's idea to escape.

And I also know that my word
probably means nothing to you.

But I'm telling you--

this time, I will do
everything I can

to help everyone understand
what happened to you.

There's no more
telling everyone.

There's no more
understanding.

You had your chance,

and if I go back to prison,
I'm gonna be there forever.

Just take it easy.

Hold on.

Drop the gun, now!

Hold on!
No!

Drop it!
No!

He sent me to hell!

Rose.

Rose, I failed you, okay?

Don't. Stay back.

I admit it.

I failed you, okay?

Just give me a chance
to make it right now.

Please, put the gun down.

No.

Will you put it
down for me?

What?

(shrieks)

(Rose sobs)

Time to go.

Nice work, both of youse.

That's a first.

Well, don't get used tit

(sighs)

Now, you're really
gonna help her

after she just wanted
to blow your head off?

I'm a softy,
what can I say?

Well, thank God
you brought me along.

Well, I'd be an idiot not to.

MAN:
Ten-hut!

FRANK:
No, please.

Please, thank you.

How you doing?

Congratulations, Jack.

Excellent.

Thank you for coming.

Good job.

Thank you, sir.

No, you earned it.

Excuse me
for just a minute.

Yes, sir.
I'll see you in a minute.

Evening, sir.
Hello.

You really gonna swing
at an NYPD sergeant?

Just wanted to talk.

Famous last words before
a lot of bad decisions.

GARRETT:
Especially this one.

Since you'll be taking a
swing at the wrong guy.

What?

It's not Delgado.

But he texted the same...

It's not him.

Uh, do you know who it is?

I do not.

And that's for you
to ask Sheila.

But Trey Delgado remains

the cop you mentored
and the man you respect.

Huh.

I was in your shoes
a few years back,

and a man we work
with helped me.

A lot.

I'm still married,
thanks in part to him.

Who?

Him.

Really?

Really.

He's a lot smarter
than he lets on.

Let's go get some dinner.

And then, maybe,
if you feel up to it,

we'll drop you home.

All right.

Come on.

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