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In the day time
Jamie walks into the Regan's house

and glances aroud.

His boss Henry,
sleeping in a chair

in the living room.

He quietly crosses the room
and he's past henry.

Top shelf, red container.

You don't need to tell me
how good my leftovers are.

Actually, I left a wallet
here someplace,

but since you're offering...

What the hell?

- Jamie rushed into the smoky kitchen
- Oh, whoa. Hey!

- To find the killer fire.
- Whoa! Hey.

He puts outs the fire
and then opens the window.

- Pop...
- I didn't leave that burner on.

What the hell, Pop?
Were you cooking something?

A couple of eggs.
You could have burned

the whole house down
if I wasn't here.

Like I wouldn't hear
that damn alarm?

Look, look, everything
is okay, okay?

It was just a little hiccup.

So get your leftovers,

and Eddie's wallet is
over there on the table.

Hey, Pop...

And we'll keep this
between us.

Even from Dad?
He lives here, too.

That wasn't a question.

Henry leaves.

Jamie watches him go
with worried expression

On a side walk.

Kinda surprised
the boss paired us.

I thought you were
with Badillo these days.

Uh, yeah.
He banged in sick today.

Thank God.
Butting heads already?

Just growing pains.

Oh,
and now I'm boring you.

No, no, I recently
gave up coffee.

Those words make no
sense to me.

It was making me feel
barfy.

And I can't stand
the smell of it anymore.

Of course, without it,
I'm always tired.

Wait. Are you sure that's just
'cause of coffee?

Of course it is.

Across the street a man fired a gun.

What the hell?

Eddie and the other officers
moved behind the pillar.

Police! Don't move!

- Drop the weapon.
- We have shots fired

- at 394 10th Ave.
- Turn around.

Turn around right now
and drop the weapon.

The gun man turns aroud

then, starts running.

I said drop the weapon!

Eddie and the other officers

chased the man
down the street

And up-down steps.

Eddie, accidentally
runs into a man

carrying a byke.

I'm good, keep going.
Stay with him.

The gun man turns back
and shoots the other officer.

Cora!

The Cora falls.

With her gun raised
Eddie runs up the steps

and kneels by Cora.

2-9 David.

We have a 10-13, officer down.

Send a bus forthwith!

At night, guests mingle
at a cocktail party

Frank sips the drink.

Everyone can see
what you're doing.

I'm sitting here
enjoying my drink.

And avoiding the other kids.

I circulated.

Half a lap around the room

- when we got here.
- Oh, come on.

Everybody's got notes.

I get enough notes
at the office.

The whole city's your office.
You know that.

Good news is I think
she's got a note for you.

Frank folows
Garrett's case

A woman with curly hair

glances at Frank
from across the room.

That is a commander with the
City of London Police.

So all you top cops
really do know each other?

We did some business
a while back.

Sloane. Great to see you.

Commissioner Reagan.
What a wonderful surprise.

My deputy Garrett Moore.

- A pleasure.
- Mine.

I'm gonna go reload.

So, what brings you
to New York?

Business.
Since last March, actually.

Oh. You guys open a shop here
I don't know about?

I'm no longer Commander
Thompson, just Sloane.

And, um, I'm working here
in a private sector job.

What happened to
"I'm a cop till I drop"?

Things change.

Yeah, that's the saying.

The other saying is
some things never change.

And there was no
changing it back.

Really?
So sorry.

- You'll have to excuse us.
- Sorry.

Garett leads Frank
down the hall.

Our systems are
under cyberattack.

Everything's down.

On a side walk.

- A hundred.
- More. Higher.

Two hundred?

No, 520 miles of coastline.

That's more than Miami,
San Francisco,

Boston, L.A. all combined.

Wow, look at you dropping
the five borough knowledge.

Native New Yorker.

No, you just watch
a lot of YouTube.

- That's true.
- Hey, are you two police?

Yes, ma'am.
What's wrong?

Some creep back there
is harassing me.

Define harassing.

Following me,
trying to talk to me,

even after I told him
to get lost.

That's him.

Step over here.
Excuse me, sir?

- Excuse me, police. Can I have a word?
- Me?

Yeah, you.

Danny... a bearded ma.

Do you have an ID?

The man takes
out of wallet.

Did I do something
wrong?

Besides harassing
women at night?

I didn't do anything
to anybody.

I thought they repealed
stop-and-frisks.

So you're a lawyer
and a creep, is that it?

No, I'm a tax accountant.

His ID isn't registering
in Precinct Connect.

Let me try.

- Is this fake?
- No.

It's not a fake ID, sir.

You mind telling me what this is
all about?

PCS is down on mine, too.

- Call it in.
- Yeah.

How long is this gonna take?
I have a dinner to go to.

It won't be long.
Just a minute.

Keep your hands out of
your pockets, please, sir.

Sir, is this cop
harassing you? Yeah.

I think because of
this lady here.

Officer, you need to stop this.

And you and you need
to mind your business.

The system's down citywide.
Every precinct.

No one's getting access
to anything.

- That can't be.
- This is not okay.

- Relax.
- Police cannot detain people

without a reason.

- We do our duty.
- You know what, forget it.

What are you talking about?

I'm not gonna become
the next "Karen"

with all these phones out.

Well, did he harass you
or not? Great.

Reagan, you really want to
lose your pension over this?

I'd like your names
and badge numbers, please.

Everyone record this,

- so the world knows who these two are.
- Yeah!

You have a good evening.

Baez sense the Danny and
the man's anxiety.

Okay, good night,
Gavin Powers.

Goodbye. Good night, everyone.

Enjoy your videos.

Goodbye.

*BLUE BLOODS*
Season 12 Episode 09

Episode Title: "Fire Wall"
Aired on: December 10, 2021.

Hey.
Janko.

How are you feeling?

Ooh, oh.

After that nap, great.

You scared the hell
out of me.

Oh, relax.
No concussion.

Vest stopped the bullet.

Nothing more than
a bruised rib.

Best news, I heard
over the radio

the shooter was collared.

And your baby's okay, too?

Cora gets surprised!

Come on, Cora.

The symptoms you were
describing...

Nausea, feeling tired,
things smelling bad...

I know it's none
of my business...

You can say that again.

But you are pregnant,
right?

Cora glances away.

Please just tell me
that baby's okay.

Cora nods.

Yeah, she is.

Thank God for Kevlar.

That's good.
That's good.

But you cannot tell
anyone.

If the doctor knows,
it's gonna go in the report.

I mean that I knew
before now.

But you did know before.

And you didn't alert
the department

and go on desk duty.

I know the rules, Eddie.

Why not follow them?

The pay is the same.

Because if the powers that be
know I'm pregnant,

there goes
my DB interview.

Oh, you're bucking
for detective.

You don't think
I'm good enough.

Of course I do.

Cora, everyone knows
you're on the ball.

But the department
can't ding a woman

who wants to start
a family.

For a civil servant spot, no.

But for a merit promotion
like detective,

you know the deal: What have you
done for me lately?

Yeah, okay.

The baby's dad skipped
the moment I told him.

So I gotta get the gold shield
and the raise that comes with it

to be able to support us.

Look, I'm not gonna
volunteer anything,

but if someone asks...

- You gotta have my back.
- Cora...

Look, I know I risked her life,

but I need you to
do this for me.

For her.

Please?

I'm begging you,

do not tell a soul.

Cora gives Eddie up
leading look in the squadron.

What worm are you trying
to catch so early?

The PCS is back up citywide.

- I heard. What a cluster.
- Even worse,

Gavin Powers, the guy
we let go last night...

Only after you made me.

...has a bench warrant out

for an assault charge
in Penylvania.

- You see, my gut was right.
- Forget your gut.

My ears are being talked off
by the brass of Philly PD.

Were they
applauding us for our

careful handling of a very
difficult situation?

No, they want to yell because
you let the suspect go,

thanks to Baez.

I reached out to Philly PD
to verify Powers' identity.

Yeah, it wasn't our fault, boss.

Tell it to the detective
that's working Powers' case.

She's coming up
I-95 right now

to have a little chat with you.

Why does "little chat"
sound so menacing?

Look, use my office,
and when she's done with you,

it's my turn.

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To be continued.

In the one PP
conference room

Sixty-two minutes.

Our guys foiled the attack

and got us back up
and running

- in only 62 minutes.
- A lot can go wrong

in 62 minutes, Sid.

- I thought you'd be happy about it.
- About what?

A gridlocked system that ate our
critical response capabilities?

911 alone going down

contributed to a dozen
fatalities and counting.

Yeah, I know. I'm sick
about that, boss.

But our guys' savvy did save us
a $10 million ransom.

But paid it back out

in credibility costs.

"Serve and Protect Can't Protect
Their Own Servers."

"Cop Crash Costs Lives."

"NYPD-leted."

They never got nothing
good to say.

And today they're right.

Baker enters.

Sir, Commander Thompson of the
City of London Police is here.

Garret eyes Frank
expectantly.

Frank raises his eyebrows.

Not a good time.

She said it's regarding
last night's attack.

Frank lowers his gaze.

Okay, let's have her.
And you join us.

Frank raises and
taps the table.

Sloane enters.

Sloane. Please sit down.

I don't think you've met
Lieutenant Gormley.

Nice to meet you.
Good morning.

Sloane firmly shake hands.

Every one sits.

So... what about the attack
last night?

Yes, uh, we didn't finish
catching up yesterday.

I'm in New York
as VP North America

for Aegis & Associates.

Cybersecurity.

Mm-hmm.
The best.

- We like ours.
- As well you should.

It appears they've
done a great job

in limiting the damage.

- Thank you.
- But do you know for certain

that your people
contained the intrusion,

or that the attackers had
already timed their retreat?

To what end?

We're seeing an uptick
in attacks

that seem full-on,
but are really just a way

of testing
the targeted systems

by stressing them.

And that $10 million ransom...

Which
we didn't have to pay.

That's what you call
lunch money.

You see, I would seriously
consider that your enemies

are playing a longer game here.

They already know
your system's strengths,

which usually reveal
the weaknesses as well.

Nothing's perfect.

Cops don't like coincidence.

As a former cop, I know
you understand that.

I do.

Us being attacked last night,
and you suddenly showing up

pitching solutions, well,

it causes one
to wonder.

If they're somehow connected?

I have to ask, Sloane.

I neither had nor have
any knowledge

of the attack last night,
but I do have eons

of experience in this area.

And I have come today
as a friend of the court.

Baker watches Frank
closely.

And this friend would do
what?

Ask for the autopsy.
See if I can help.

With a contract for your firm?

If it's appropriate.

If not, then gratis.

Frank and Sloane
stared each other.

Thank you so much for your time,
Commissioner Reagan.

Let me know if I can be
of assistance.

Good morning, everyone.

Sloane leave.

Baker watches her and then
turn her attention to Frank

I don't remember her
quite so...

Ballsy?

Intense?

Garret turns to Frank
who gazes of...

In Mike's office, a dark head woman
leans on a desk.

And that's when you let
a known felon

with an active felony warrant
walk free?

He wasn't known to us.
NYPD's system was down.

Maybe you heard it on the radio
on your way here?

If sarcasm's all you got,
no wonder you let him get away.

Detective, we had no choice.

Just like Powers'
six victims.

Six victims?

One confirmed felony assault,

but I suspect him on five more.
All middle-age women.

All the same act.

Six?

Let me guess,
it involves their dogs.

Powers sob-stories them about
his own puppy who ran away.

When they drop
their defenses,

he talks his way into their
homes and assaults them,

stealing everything they have.

Assaults them sexually?

Just physically and mentally.

Our vic was lucky she saw us.

Till you let him waltz.

Not for nothing,
Detective,

but I don't see him locked up

in one of your state pens
either.

Difference is, I lost him
when he skipped bail.

You lost him on failure
of policing 101.

Thank you for the lesson
in policing 101,

and now here's one in return.

You have no jurisdiction here
and no police power.

So we'll be the ones
to end this guy's

reign of terror,
thank you.

Let's hope so.

Danny nods.

The detective gives Baez
one more glance, before leaving.

In their apartment
Jamie and Eddie eat dinner.

So, say someone you know...
Like a cop?

No, just a friend.

But they're doing
something kind of dodgy,

and if their boss finds out,
they would get jammed up.

- Jammed up how?
- Can't say.

Why not?

Actually, I've already said
too much.

- You barely started.
- Nope. Done.

You go.

Okay.

So let's say someone
you know really well...

- Like a friend?
- No, like a cop.

And you discover that they
pose a danger to themselves.

- What kind of danger?
- I can't say.

- Why not?
- 'Cause I promised.

And this cop was
a really great cop

for a long time.

Was or is?

You know what,
now I've said too much.

Good talk, husband.

As always, wife.

At night Danny and Baez
walked down a side walk.

What do we got?

Detectives, this is the guy.
You called the tip-line?

Right after I rode up
with Iris on the elevator.

Usually, I can't get her
to stop talking, but this time

she was clammed up,
and with some guy.

Can you give us a description
more than just "some guy"?

Average height, squirrely.
Real intense.

Okay. You know where
we can find them?

She's in apartment 3B.

Thanks.
Wait down here.

Yes, ma'am.

Inside Danny and Baez
walked down the hall

to apartment

Iris?
Police. Open up.

...changed locks

Danny kicks on the door

He and Baez entered
with guns raised.

Police!

Check the bedroom.

Through a open window
Danny watched aman running.

He's in the wind.

Baez opens the door
a woman sitting found

gagged to chair

Danny rushed to her
for aid.

It's okay. Police, ma'am.

It's okay. Call a bus.

It's okay, ma'am,
it's okay. Baez!

Call a bus.

Baez stands in the doorway
with ...expression.

Outside the building

It's hard to remember.

I-I was so scared.

Did he say his name?

Bill something.
Bill Smith.

Bill Smith.

And he asked about your dog?

Yeah. He said he lost his.

He kept saying "the chip."
The dog had a chip.

But his phone was dead,
so we should use my computer.

And I said no,
but he insisted.

I'm such an idiot.

It's not your fault, ma'am.

Excuse me.

Baez walks away.

It's gonna be okay.
All right?

You take care of her.

Daez walked towards Baez.

Hey.

You all right?

Just a bit dizzy.
I didn't eat today.

That's funny, 'cause
I'm pretty sure I saw you

scarf down an entire hero
all by yourself

about an hour ago.

You ever get that thing
where you're a rookie

all over again,

and suddenly a case is
following you home?

Yeah. It's called being
a human being.

You ever get tired of it?

Being a human being?

No, this, all of this.
Day in, day out.

Years of seeing brutalized
victims like Iris in there.

Yeah. All the time.

Comes with the job.
You know that.

And now we have people
putting us on trial

with their cell phones
at every turn.

Unfortunately, that comes
with the job now, too.

We deal with it.

Every cop has a mid-life...

mid-career crisis of some sort.

All of us. Me, too.

Except I don't have
a husband to divorce,

or a car to trade in
for a Corvette.

All I've got is this job.

You got me.

Maybe you're better off
handling this one on your own.

Okay?

Baez look swayed
and crosses her arms.

In the day-time at DI

Erin works
in a meeting room.

Knock-knock.

Hey.

Hi.
Have a seat.

Um, I need some legal advice.

So you finally came
to your senses.

You're gonna love
my divorce lawyer.

Me and Jamie are fine.

It's about a friend of mine
who is pregnant.

A friend?
It's a fellow cop.

She screwed up; She didn't
notify the department.

It sounds more like
employment law

or union issues, neither
of which are up my alley.

How do you do it, Erin?

- Do what?
- Everything.

You have an amazing career,
you raised a beautiful daughter.

You have basically been
kicking ass in a man's world,

- and you did it all by yourself.
- But I haven't.

- Come on.
- All the "by myself" stuff,

I grew up with my mom,
I've had Anthony,

I co-parented with Jack.

And I've had the rest of you
as my... Greek chorus,

singing songs that I didn't
always want to hear,

but sometimes needed
to hear.

You have a tribe.

I have a tribe.

This woman has no one.

She has you.

- When she's not avoiding me.
- Okay, so don't let her.

Track her down.
Remind her that

we sisters have got to
stick together.

Can two women
even make a tribe?

Yeah. When one of them
is Eddie Janko,

that's worth at least
a dozen men.

Eddie rolls her eyes
then smiles.

In his office
Frank looks to a packet

label and eases.

And the price for this
system upgrade?

Next page.

Their rough stab at it,
calculated

from similar overhauls Aegis &
Associates have implemented

in European cities.

Nice work if you can get it.

Makes paying the ransom
look like the bargain.

And Ms. Thompson herself?

Professional opinion?

Both.

Very impressive.

But?

Perhaps not above
trying to make this deal

by leveraging a prior
personal relationship.

Frank taps his hand
on the deask

then lowers his gaze
and presses his lips.

After your detail changed
your morning pickup

from Bay Ridge
to Manhattan those times...

I did put
two and two together.

Baker gives Frank
knowing look

Well, Abigail,

those times were
a long time ago.

Long but not forgotten?

Baker raise her eyebrows.

No, see, that's the thing.

I guess I had forgotten
because when she told me

she'd been back here
for a while,

and obviously hadn't called,

well, it's not like it landed

as anything on me, so...

Why?

You're asking me?

Apparently.

This is always a trap.
You tell me.

Frank leans forward
and stares at Baker.

Or don't. Up to you.

Okay, uh, maybe one day,

when I was really busy
with other stuff,

that part of me that
would have been open to,

I don't know,
that kind of relationship,

maybe it just locked
from the inside.

What, like a car?

You're being pretty literal.

And you're being pretty...

Okay, beg to differ.

No, thanks.

That's an order.

You didn't just ask her
probing questions yesterday,

you peppered her with them...

Sinkers, sliders, spitballs...

Looking for a personal reaction.

Frank looks down ...fully

Oh.

Baker stares intently at him.

You asked.

Frank ...her gaze
then nods.

Find out why she left
London Police

without my fingerprints on it.

Yes, sir.

Frank nods slowly.

At the Regan House

Is there someone here?

Oh, hey, Pop.

This chimney hasn't
been cleaned

since I... could fit
all the way up inside it

hiding from Danny and Joe.

And you decided to
try this again why?

It's just overdue maintenance.

I-I nailed down that
loose board on the staircase,

and I got fire extinguishers
for under the sink

and the upstairs closet.

And I ordered a pie
from Grimaldi's,

in there on the counter;
Pepperoni, light sauce.

And will you be feeding me
before or after you've finished

childproofing the cabinets?

What?

- You're coddling me.
- No, I'm not.

Yeah, you are, so cut it out.

- I was just trying to lend a hand.
- I've got two right here.

And a bad knee
that would hurt for a week

if you tried to do this
by yourself.

What's the first thing
you do in the morning?

Make my bed and exercise.

And I take stock.
What is my name?

What is my social security
number?

- What city do I live in?
- Pop...

Because I'm afraid that today
might finally be the day

when I don't remember
those things.

You got a long time
before that.

But one day time will win,

and no amount of age-proofing
this house will change that.

So back off and let me be.

You don't even want pizza?

Oh, I'm keeping the pizza,
and I'll enjoy it.

Good night, Jamison.

Jami tenses his job
and fixes his hands on his head.

At the Regan House

the family dines stogether.

Eddie's onto
something here.

Full moons definitely
change people.

Change like into werewolves?

No, not like fur and fangs.

Like, people get nuttier
when there is a full moon.

And there's one this week,
so everybody look out.

- I am with Sean on this.
- Thank you.

People are crazy
because they're crazy.

Not because of the way
the planets are aligned.

There you go.

I seem to remember you
having an astrology phase.

I did not!

Well, don't listen to him.
He's a Libra.

Well, personally,
I think astrology's crap,

but as someone who's done
their share of midnights,

full moons can definitely
make things

get a little hairy
out there on the street.

- Hairy?
- Hairy.

Come on, that was
a good joke. Come on.No.

Hairy. Full moon.

- Werewolves.
- Must've missed it.

How else do you explain
my partner's behavior lately?

She's completely
shut me out.

- Full moon.
- There's a lot of that

- going around.
- Yeah. Don't remind me.

Wait, you're
spilling secrets to her?

What are you talking about?

I hate to tell you, Danny.

That whole full moon thing
is a myth.

- I don't know, Dad.
- And how do you know?

Well, when I first started
working the streets,

I saw all that craziness,
so I asked Pop.

He set me straight. Right, Pop?

Hmm.

Was that a yes?

I guess.

You okay down there,
Gramps?

Yeah, he's fine.

I can speak for myself,

thank you very much.

Okay, let's put

the fangs away, boys.

- Fangs.
- We, uh,

talk through our problems
here at the table.

Except for those people who keep
trying to fix someone else's

without their permission.

Whatever, Pop.

Yeah, "whatever" yourself.

Nothing you two

want to talk about?

Not a thing.

All good.

Maybe that whole full moon thing
isn't a myth after all.

- Mm-hmm.
- Just saying.

Just...

- May I have the butter, please?
- Yeah.

Jamie glances at Henry.

Now. Jamie drives through
the Eddie in the passenger seat.

Eddie eyes at Jamie.

Okay, Jamie, enough.

- Enough what?
- Enough of you

not telling
what's going on

even though it's obviously
about you and Henry.

Fine. I'm worried about him.

- In what way?
- In the way

that he almost burned
down the house last week.

What?!
Then demanded I clam up.

What, even to me?

It was a blanket threat.

You still
should've told me.

I mean, everyone gets older

sooner or later.
Other people have to step in.

And I did. Hard.
Maybe too hard.

Pop's always been
a hero of mine,

and I just want to pay that
back in spades, but now I feel

like I've hurt his feelings

and I can't even broach
the subject again

without hurting him more.

Oh, is he too stubborn
to accept an apology?

Have you met my grandfather?

Well,

maybe instead of making it

about how scared
you are for him,

you make it
about how much you need him.

Meaning? Sometimes the best way

to apologize
is to ask for a favor.

Okay.

So, now your secret.

No.

After I just spilled mine?
And you obviously told Erin.

Just give me a chance

to take my own advice.

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in the squadron.

Not a single Gavin Powers

- in the entire tristate.
- Hmm.

Guess I'll just have to sort
through all these Bill Smiths.

I know what you're doing,
Reagan.

Be fun to help, won't it?

- Didn't say that.
- Well,

then I guess
I'll just have to be on my way.

Got to start knocking
on all these doors.

What are you, an idiot?

Powers was smart to use

a common name as an alias,
which means you got

- about a hundred names on that list.
- No, actually.

Only 87.

Which will take you
about a month to track down.

You want a fighting chance,
whittle your list

down to all the Bill Smiths
living in the area

of the last few assaults.

Perps like that
usually like to work an area.

You know, I could've sworn
you were off this case.

I could've sworn
you were a good detective.

I am.

Though I'm better with you.

Danny walks away.

Baez grabs a jacket
and follows him.

In his office
Frank taps papers agaivst the desk.

Speak of the devil.

Behave yourself.

Frank stands,
Ssloane enters.

Sloane. Please.

Baker smiles and
shuts the door.

Is this the one that opens
onto the piranha tank?

No, it's that one.

Sloane sits across the desks
form Frank.

Look, I'm sorry, uh,

for being so tough on you
the other day.

Oh, not at all.

Yes, at all.

A stressful time.

Yeah, well, I remember.

And cyberattacks
are right up there

on the scale, so...

"The NYPD welcomes the alliance
with Aegis & Associates

"to assess and upgrade

"the security
of its computer capabilities

citywide."

Check the spelling and grammar,

and we'll release it
to the press.

I'm chuffed.

I take it that means "happy."

Very.

- Then we both are.
- But

in the fine print?

Frank stare at Sloane
and looks dwn.

We can only pay you

a third of what you ask for.

Really?

Sloane...

I'm not trying to take advantage
of our friendship.

But there are
some harsh

- realities in my budget.
- Well,

- I'll take it to my board.
- Hopefully,

with the recommendation

that the discount
will be more than made up

with the coin
of the NYPD's reputation

when you approach Paris,
Tel Aviv,

Geneva, et cetera.

Sloane gives frank
a small smile

You are always
one step ahead.

I try to be.

Sloane,

tell me about Gerald Foster.

She looks at Frank
in surprise.

Clearly, you already know.

Only the official story
of your retirement.

With rumors
of sexual harassment,

a seven-figure settlement,

out on Friday with full honors
and a pension

and in your new job on Monday.

That's mostly the facts.

To say anything more would be
to violate a very robust NDA.

Which would've hurt
for you to sign.

In this day and age?

For a cop like you?
For a woman like you?

Yeah.

Honestly?

What hurts just about the same

is the fact
that I've been reduced

to the subject
of your investigation.

Well, I didn't mean
to offend you.

Well, you have.

I was concerned, that's all.

About my well-being?

Or about
the fact that I didn't ring you?

Here.

This can be shredded.

Have a good day.

She puts the press relase
on Frank's desk and leaves.

Hey, there you are.

And here I go.

Look, I know
you're avoiding me.

- So take the hint.
- Please, I just...

I need some advice.

- From me?
- Yeah, from you.

'Cause, you know,
one of these days,

I'm gonna start a family, too,

and I'd love to hear
your experience.

You know, woman-to-woman.

Hmm, so you can
blab that around, too?

What?

Cora,

nobody asked,
and I did not say anything.

Then why did my detective
interview get canceled?

- What? Oh, no.
- Like you didn't

tell your husband
and he didn't

- rat me out to them.
- No.

No, I didn't, and I wouldn't.
And neither would Jamie.

Look,

I know this has not been easy.

Janko, you know nothing.

Not about me
and not about my baby.

So, now I got to figure out how
I'm gonna make a future for her,

and the last thing I need

is some two-faced "girl power"
pep talk from you.

Cora glares at Eddie
then walks away.

Outside, Danny and Baez

walk away
from an apartment building.

This is exhausting.

Well, I whittled it down
to 11 doors just for you.

Well, tell that to my feet.

This is our door here.

They approached
a first floor apartment door

Bill Smith?

Who's asking?

Police. Just want
to ask you a few questions.

- You mind opening the door?
- Sorry.

I can't help you.

Danny turns to Baez point at the door.

They take out their guns

Smith,
it'll just be a second.

Bullet fly thro the wood.
Danny kicks the door.

Drop it!

Danny...
and punches him.

Stay there!

Baez!

Danny.

Baez falls.

Baez. Hey!

He runs to catch her.

Come here. Come here.

Oh, my God.

It's okay.

Hey. Hey. Stay awake.
Stay with me.

In Romato Hospital
Baez wakes in bed.

Danny sits in a chair

with a large Teddy bear

He looks at Baez
over the bear's head

and waves his hand.

Baez smiles.

I hope you left some

for the kids at the state fair.

Uh, not much.

Figured this stuff
would cheer you up

or make you want
to get back on your feet

and get the hell out
of this room.

Baez shakes her head.

It was just a couple of pellets
that barely grazed me.

Yeah.

Little too close for comfort
if you ask me.

She nods.

Thank you.

Course.

You have company.

Iris came by the squad
to say thank you,

and I told her that

I'm not the one
she should be thanking.

So... Come on in, Iris.

Danny leaves.

Iris approaches Baez.

I heard you got him.

We got him. Yeah.

Thank you.

In the hallway Danny
looks thro' the window

And watches Baez and Iris talk.

He drops his gaze, then leaves.

Sloane sits on
high talk table

withn her chin
resting on hand

And she watches
the Socker match on TV

Frank and Jamison
sits across her table.

She glances at him
as he poses to enclose her.

This the seat that opens up
on the piranha tank?

I hope so.

Thanks for signing us up.

- That was a board decision.
- Well,

then thank you for not
torpedoing me with the board.

I'm a professional.

Frank ...his lips.

So, what's good here?

The solitude, usually.

I'm sorry.

I'm very sorry.

You could've just asked
what happened.

I should have.

And cops don't like coincidence.

What are you even doing here?
Did you have me followed?

Well, I could tell you
I looked up

authentic English pubs
near your office,

but yeah,
I had you followed.

Sloane looks away
with an angry expression.

Frank drops his gaze.

Sloane, look,

Gerald Foster comes to New York
three or four times a year.

I can check and see
if he packs his nasty habits

when he travels.

No. Absolutely not.

What's done is done.
Understood?

Yeah, okay.

Frank shrugs.

Sloane hopes to think
...bar tender

Two Boddingtons.

What's Boddingtons?

What you're having.

- Okay.
- Frank,

I'm sorry I didn't ring,

but then you didn't ring,
either.

Frank raises his eyebrows.

I think we're both old enough
and smart enough

to know what we are
and are not capable of.

Like dialing a phone number?

The bar tender brings
their bears.

The kind of relationships

we once thought were so vital
to a happy life.

It's not bad to embrace the fact
that those days passed us by

when we were busy
doing other things.

Hmm.
Frank smiles to himself

So, you think you got me
all figured out, huh?

You have your work.
You live with your father.

You host family meals for fun.

Both things are true.

I have my job, the pub,

my flat, a few friends.

I can't say
that I'm ecstatically happy.

But I can say
I'm hardly ever sad.

Frank presses his lips
and looks down.

And back at Sloane.

And that's saying a whole lot.

Cheers.

Cheers.

They raised their glasses
and take sips the bear

at 29.

Yes, ma'am.

The precinct
is open 24 hours a day.

No, ma'am,
we do not rent firearms.

Cora watches
Jamie's waving her from his office.

Ma'am, you have
a blessed day, as well.

Thank you for calling.

Cora gets up
and enters in Jamie's office.

Sarge. You better get going.

- You're gonna be late.
- For what?

Your interview
at the Chief of D's office.

That was canceled,

- as you know.
- It's back on. About 15 minutes.

Are you serious?

Felton, two things are
true in any precinct.

Number one:
Lot of things get noticed

even if
you don't think they do,

like someone in the
ladies' locker room

getting morning sickness every
day for the last few weeks.

- It wasn't you.
- And number two:

Sometimes a boss
sees a bad move being made,

and they can rectify it

if they know
the right arm to twist.

Like, say, the arm of a guy
that I know on the DB panel.

- You didn't.
- And if you were

to admit your mistake

and tell them that you see
the error of your ways,

then it will have been
worth my while.

Cora not tearfully...

Hoffman.

Take, uh, Felton down to
headquarters on the double.

Take the supervisors' RMP.

Thank you, sir.

Good luck.

Kora starts to leave
as Eddie approaches.

They hug.

Cora heads down the hall...

See what happens

when you finally fess up to what's
going on around here?

Like you were
Mr. Forthcoming.

I'm about to be

Mr. I Got to Get Going.
I got a porch to build.

- Bye.
- Bye.

- Love you.
- Love you.

Outside the Regan House

Jamie unloaded tool kit
and two boards from back of the truck.

What

- in God's name?
- I knocked on the front door,

but you didn't answer.

I was out buying
lotto tickets.

Oh.So, what,

you're gonna board me in

so I can't burn down
the whole neighborhood?

Actually,
I was gonna ask you for a favor.

Like?

Back porch has been
going to crap for years.

I figured since you built it,
you could

supervise the rebuild.

Kid,
I've worked for enough mayors

to recognize that old ruse.

Were they too proud
to accept help, too?

I'll accept help when I need it.

Hey.
You know what I need?

I need the guy I've looked up to
my whole life

to be around
for as long as possible,

because the older I get,
the more questions I got

about how to be the best cop
and how to be the best husband

and how to be
the best man I can be.

And I'll be damned if I'm gonna
sit in some graveyard

talking to your headstone
about all this before I have to.

Though that granite
might be less thick

than your head is sometimes.

Jamie stares at Henry,

Who looks at the ground

I hope you kept your receipts.

To return it?
Know.

Just some of it.

The porch is only ten by 12.

Unless you were planning

on us rebuilding
the entire damn house.

Jamie galnces at the word
and swallows.

Jamie and Henry
shares smile.

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