All language subtitles for Blue.Bloods.S09E05

Yes, fine, I'll look
into it. Thank you.

Hey, here's an extra
bag of socks.

Dad, why do I need all of these?

'Cause if you don't want to do
laundry more than once a week,

you need extra socks.

I also, put
something else in there.

It's college,
you're not a kid anymore,

there's gonna be
girls around and...

Condoms.

You don't have to
take it out, okay?

Just put them away.

For your own protection,
all right?

Yes, what bill didn't I pay now?

Hey, Baez. Yep.

Sean, catch.

What's this?

Your signed Rangers hockey puck.

No, this is yours.

Well, every time
I go looking for it,

it seems to be in your room,
so I figured, it's all yours.

Sweet. I'm gonna give you
the best gift in the world,

and all you're gonna give me
is a "sweet."

Just don't expect this back
when you end up

flunking out
and have to come home.

I'm not flunking
out of anything.

Sure. Hey, you two knock it off,
all right?

You, pack up.
You, off to school.

Yeah, okay.

Come on, Larry. I got to see
my oldest off to college.

Just cover me for this game,
would you? Thank you.

Thanks. Someone seems frazzled.

Says the person not juggling
93 things at the present moment.

Do you want to talk about it?

I probably do, but not now.
Let's talk about this.

What do we got?

Dr. Max McCandless, age 51.

He has a practice upstairs
on the fourth floor.

He was coming out of the parking
garage, when out of nowhere,

a guy in a hoodie pumps a dozen
shots through his windshield.

Let me guess, the good doc won't
be healing thyself this time.

No need, all shots missed except
the one that grazed his wrist.

World's worst shooter?

Or the world's luckiest doc.

Have you seen Anthony?
He's not in his office.

No, you want me to try his cell?

No, he's not answering
that, either.

Here he comes.

Anthony.

Sorry I'm late.

You okay?

Yeah, my alarm didn't go off,

and then I got stuck
in traffic is all.

What's the haps for today?

Let's see.

A Flatiron robbery...
That's for you...

Prepping victim for trial...
That's for me.

Destruction of Mackenzie
evidence... that's for you...

And I'm seeing Judge Walsh
at 200,

so I'm gonna need that by 130.

Seriously?
That's barely enough time to...

Where's your watch?
You always wear your watch.

Must've forgot it at home.

Is everything okay?

Can't a guy have an off morning?

Does it need a big explanation?

All right, fine, fine.

Ms. Reagan, I just got a call
from accounting.

Apparently, there were
charges this morning,

over $8,000

on the department card issued
to Detective Abetemarco.

Okay, we got it, Cameron.
Thanks for your help.

I had a date last night.

I met her on Entranced.

Ooh, the hookup app?

That's not what this was.
I mean, we had a great time.

But I woke up this morning,

she was gone,
as was my wallet and my Rolex.

You're kidding me. I called her,

I texted,
I even went down to the gallery

in SoHo she manages,
but they never heard of her.

Job was as fake
as her number and her name.

Which was? Donna.

Let me see
her Entranced profile.

Why?

Why not? We got work to do.

Anthony, she committed a crime
against you and this office.

Don't you want to find her?

No, I just want to do my job
and you should do yours,

and we ain't never
talking about this again.

Listen to me. I'll have your answers

on the Mackenzie evidence
by 130.

Okay, thank you.
Anyone able to ID the shooter?

All were too shook up
to remember anything.

Security camera up there
is on the blink.

Super said it's been
on backorder for a month.

Well, hopefully your partner's
getting something useful

from the victim.

I wish I could be
more helpful, Detective.

I-I just can't think of anyone
I'd consider an enemy.

That's funny, 'cause I could
think of about ten enemies

of mine right off
the top of my head.

You're the police.
I'm a fertility doctor.

Fair enough. You're the Baby Magician.

I-I've seen you
on the morning talk shows.

Yeah, your partner was asking me
about my enemies and,

the truth is, couples come to me
desperate to conceive,

I help them.

I don't make enemies,
I make dreams come true.

What about the couples

beyond help?

They must be devastated

when you have to tell them no.

Yeah, thankfully those are
few and far between, and,

even they get a referral,

and they start wonderful
families via adoption.

How 'bout you, Doc?
You, have a family?

Ex-wife and a son.
Joan and-and Max Jr.

Both of whom
I'm still very close to.

Good.

Listen...

you know,
if there's nothing else,

I'd-I'd really like
to get going.

I was headed to my picnic
when all this began.

Yourpicnic? Yeah.

I mean, it's-it's
given by the people

that I help every year
on the High Line.

They bring their kids,
we celebrate.

What can I say? I'm blessed.

Well, blessed or not, Doc,

somebody's gunning
for you right now.

You sure you don't want to take
a rain check on the picnic?

It's already underway and
I-I hate to disappoint people.

All right, tell you what, we'll
make sure you get safe passage.

Cosgrove, can you
give the good doc a lift?

I don't know.
Let me ask my boss.

Your boss owes me one.
She'll be fine with it.

Trust me. Go ahead. She'll
take care of you. Thank you.

Right this way.

Start with the ex-wife.

You're doing just great.

For a guy who took
two bullets in the spine.

My boss is here.

Take five?

Commissioner.

What's this, a surprise?

I hate to interrupt.

No worries.

She's a stone sadist.

I appreciate the break.

Got everything you need?

Other than full use
of my legs, I'm all good.

Department's gonna take care
of it all.

Medical costs,

transpo, home care.

Till I get back on my feet?

Till you tell us
to go the hell away.

Just want to get back
on the job.

Why are you here, Frank?

John, you're not
gonna be cleared

to return to active duty.

So this is how it works.

The department surgeon,
the nature of your injuries,

they said no way.

You can keep an
administrative post.

Or you...

can cash out and
collect your pension.

That's another shot
in the back is what it is.

This one's out
of my hands, John.

I know, Frank.

You said anything I need?

Name it.

My son Jay is in the 3-7.

Good cop, what I hear.

Not surprised, being who.

You find the son of a bitch
in the 3-7

who refused my boy a post
at the hospital when I was in.

What the hell
are you talking about?

You're telling me your son
was refused this post?

You find him, Frank,

and fire his ass.

Janko. Officer Janko,

this is Officer Irving,
3rd Precinct.

Yeah? Ten minutes ago, I detained

several juveniles at Adams Park.

One of 'em said
his name is Sean.

Handed me a courtesy card
claiming you're family.

Is he okay? Other than getting popped

for cutting class
and underage drinking.

You want to come talk about it?

Just you, not Uncle Jamie!

I'm on my way.

You can say no again,

but they're not gonna take no.

There's a lot of baseball
left in this season,

and they'll just come back
with another game

for you to throw out
the first pitch.

Offer them an at bat.

The offer and the
tradition is first pitch.

I know that,
but with my unique skill set,

I might get lucky
and slap a single.

No one's ever done that.

You're serious.

First at bat I would do.

Otherwise, no. Next.

Regarding Detective
Marino and his son Jay.

CO at 3-7 says
you got it exactly backward.

I do?

I mean, Detective Marino did.

CO says the moment
he heard Jay's old man

was shot, he went to the kid

and offered to contact
Employee Relations

and have him assigned
to the hospital.

But Jay declined the offer.

Because?

CO didn't know.

But he said Jay not only refused
the assignment,

he's been looking to work
any overtime

that comes by.

Yeah, doesn't make sense.

So it's a he said-he said.

Look, there's
a whole family history

with the NYPD
beyond father and son.

The father's father.

Yeah. And both his brothers

and a couple of cousins.

And the late wife was an
EMT in Westchester County.

And to refuse that duty
at the hospital,

that would be pretty
unprecedented

for a family like that.

Yeah, kind of like
if a Reagan did it.

Skipping school,

getting boozed up... really?

It was just one beer.

Officer Irving said it was

a 12-pack among four kids.

So what, you never drank
when you were 16?

Sean, this isn't about me,
this is about you.

Being a Reagan means holding
yourself to a higher standard.

And not just because
screwups embarrass

the rest of the family,

but because it is
the right thing to do.

I'm not even a Reagan yet
and I know that.

So you're gonna tell him?

No, I'm not gonna tell him.

But, hey, this card?

This is a one-time deal.

And you just used yours.

Okay, you understand?

Yeah, I guess so. Guess so or you know so?

I know so. Okay.

Good. Because I'm starting to
sound like your Uncle Jamie

and it is scaring
the hell out of me.

Let's go.

Max was shot?

Shot at.

He got little more
than a scratch.

But we still haven't found
the shooter.

Well, it wasn't me, if that's
what you're insinuating.

What would make you think
we're insinuating it was you?

Well, it's no secret
my ex-husband

and I don't get along.

Well, it's a secret to him.

Max is all about his image.

Bright and cheery,
beloved by everyone.

But the reality's different.

The more his career heated up,

the more our marriage
froze over.

Pretty soon there was
only enough room

for his patients and his ego.

Not his actual wife and son.

Your son, is that who happens

to be eavesdropping
on us right now?

When you find whoever
shot at my dad,

I'll hire him a lawyer.

Honey, don't say that.

No, please continue.
As a matter of fact,

where were you at 805
this morning? NYU.

Little vague.
Could you be more specific?

In Bobst Library at NYU,
studying.

And you, Ms. McCandless?

I was at Morningstar Pilates,
three blocks from here.

Which means neither of us
had anything to do

with whatever this is.

So it's time for you to leave.

Okay.

Anthony.

Judge Walsh grant
the adjournment?

All 'cause of your stellar work.

It's what I do.

I did some work on my own today.

I disputed the bank charges.

You won't take a hit.

That's great news.

I also dug around a little
on our Donna woman.

Didn't I say to drop it?

Yeah, that's the beauty
of being the boss.

I get to call the shots.

So I ran her description against
some other complaints,

and I'm pretty sure she's been
making a business out of this.

At least ten other guys gave
similar descriptions.

So I'm just one more schmuck.
Great.

You're not a schmuck.

Now let me see her profile.

Wow. She is a hottie.

What does that mean?

That I'm too much of a schlub
to get her?

That's not what I mean.

Look, right there.

She said she prefers men
with meat on their bones.

She even puts a little emoji
face with the hearts for eyes.

Well, I can see why she swiped
right on you.

Okay, now that you've seen her,
are we done?

Not till she's in jail.

You want her arrested?

Anthony, she's setting up dates
to steal from people.

Your watch alone
is grand larceny.

But if we grab her,
I'll get outed.

As what?

As the idiot who got suckered on
a dating app.

No one is looking at you
as an idiot.

Not yet. Please, Erin.

My job says that I can see
things coming a mile off.

If people find out, they'll
laugh me out of the building.

Anthony, you are a victim
of a crime.

Now, what do we tell victims
in this building?

There's no reason to feel shame

because you've done
nothing wrong.

That's right.

Now, do you believe that?

Of course I do.

Then act like it.

Fine.

Entranced has
an office in Midtown,

I'm gonna go down there

and see if I can get them
to cough up her real name.

You're not gonna get past the
receptionist without a subpoena.

So how am I supposed to ID her?

Come on, just one fingerprint

or some hair to pull
this Donna's DNA off.

Wow. What, you found something?

No, I'm...

I can't get over this place.

It's so nice and neat.

Why, is that weird? No, it's just...

your office always looks like
a bomb blew up.

So I'm a fatso,
a schmuck and a slob.

That's not what I mean.

I mean that any date

would be thrilled to meet
a guy with such great taste.

Yeah, well,
you got to make an effort.

Not all of us have the luxury
of booty calls with the ex.

I do not have
booty calls with Jack.

Believe it or not, I'm serious
about finding someone.

It's lonely being single
in this city,

and hooking up ain't half as fun
as an actual relationship.

Not that I could suss out the
real thing anymore, apparently.

Sounds like
you really did like Donna.

What can I say?

She was a looker,
we made each other laugh.

Halfway through dinner,

she leaned over and kissed me.

Even though it was all an act,
it was nice.

It felt right.

Well, maybe that's why I
sometimes fall back with Jack.

But still, there's more to love
than just feeling right.

Why are you settling?

Good question.

Look, I'm not finding
anything here.

We did what we could.

Let's go. Think you're holding back
on something.

Obviously, CSU will find

my prints on these, but...

they might find her
prints on 'em, too.

You know the expression TMI?

Yeah. Yeah.

This goes way beyond that.

Eddie, it's no big deal.

It is. I told Sean
I wouldn't say anything

and I blabbed
after five seconds.

Just to me, that doesn't count.

In your family, are there, like,
rules about who knows what?

What do you mean?

Is it like all for one
and one for all

or are there secrets?

No secrets, really.

Certain things are
on a need-to-know basis.

Like you giving the boys
courtesy cards, for example.

Okay.

It's good what you did, okay?

Any of us would
tell you the same.

Look who it is.

Danny, come to see the new digs?

Nah, actually, I was on
my way back to the squad.

After being called in
to Sean's school today.

What's the problem?

Well, what isn't the problem?

I mean, he picked a fight
with some kid,

he hasn't been doing
his homework

and his grades are slipping.

That's rough.No.

Rough is me getting
the whole truth out of him.

Including the part about you
getting him off the hook

for underage drinking.

Danny, I was only
trying to help.

Trying to help? By not
telling his own father?

And what about you? You
couldn't tell me either?

Danny, I'm... I'm so sorry.

Look, you two want
to raise kids,

feel free to have your own.

But leave raising Sean
and Jack to me, okay?

Fingerprint gave us her
real name Maude Weaver.

Maude? No wonder
she picked Donna.

She got a record?

Long as her legs.

You get an address?

Multiple.

Various landlords said
she liked to live large,

and when she runs out of money,

she offers to trade sex for
rent or skips out altogether.

Current place?

I couldn't find it.

So no way to track her down?

Could go back on the app.

Matched with her once,
might happen again.

But she'd know it was you.

She ain't the only one
that can make a fake profile.

So we decided to watch security
footage from nearby buildings.

Every single minute of it.

Did you,
see the man who shot at me?

Unfortunately, no, but we
did find someone else

who was very
interesting, a woman,

standing outside at various
times of various days,

but always looking up
at this building

and in particular,
at this office.

We think she might be an
accomplice to the shooter.

You recognize her?

You're kidding me.

So you do recognize her.

Yeah, her-her name is, um,
Noelle King.

She was hired as our
receptionist a couple weeks ago.

Well, is she working today?
I don't see her anywhere.

That's 'cause she quit
after one shift.

I guess it's a thing these days.

Kids ghost on their dates and
now they ghost on their jobs.

Why would she? That's what doesn't
make any sense.

I pay very well,
she was great at the job,

but when she didn't come back,
we checked to see

if she stole anything,
but she didn't.

You have an address
or a phone number?

Yeah. Yeah,
I even have, her paycheck

for the one day she worked.

If you find her
you can give it to her.

No formalities today, Officer.

Sit down.

Cop comes to One PP,
headed for the 14th floor.

Seems like everybody in the
building knows it, clocks it.

Thought this would be simpler.

I'm suddenly trying to remember
every screwup I've made lately

and I'm-I'm not coming up...

That's not why you're here.

Well, that's good to know, sir.

Actually, from what I read,

you have excellent
evaluations from your COs

and a good number of
"attaboys" from the public.

Just doing my job, sir.

I do have a question for you.

You don't have to answer it.

I'm not sure what
that means, Commissioner.

It means it's police business,
but not official.

Okay.

Did you turn down a posting

to the hospital
after your dad was shot,

or did somebody drop the ball?

No one dropped the ball, sir.

You're a beat cop
with a master's degree

in urban planning.

Yes.

You had a question for me, sir?

I just asked it.

Look, Jay,

I've heard just about
every story there is,

a whole lot of 'em around
my own dining room table,

so...

I never wanted to be a cop.

But it's all my dad ever wanted.

Granddad and uncles, too.

It's all anyone could ever talk
about at family get-togethers

and summers up at Pottsgrove.

I know that drill.

Policing's in my genes.

But not in your gut.

But it's too late now.

My dad's bounced from active
duty 'cause of the injury.

If there was a time for me
to go, it's already passed.

And I love my dad.

I didn't take the post
because...

I-I just couldn't take
all that brothers-in-blue stuff.

It was bound
to be the whole climate.

If there's nothing else, sir...

No, there's nothing else.

Look, Jay...

I promise you this will stay
between you and me.

Boss, maybe he just

hasn't had his
defining moment yet.

Defining moment? As a cop.

We all got that one time,
that one action...

The nickel drops, we all go,
"I love this job."

How long has he been

onthe job? A little over

four and a half years,
which brings his family's total

to somewhere around
a century of service.

Well, that's quite a legacy.

Yeah, he should be proud,
not whiny.

He wasn't whiny, Sid.

Is this a first...
You with no opinion?

As is often pointed out,
I'm not a cop.

I'm well aware.

So I have what is certain to be

a distinctly and likely
unwelcome minority opinion.

That you're keeping to yourself?
I like that.

Please share.

As a non-cop,

I don't go all butterscotch
and marshmallows

talking about a big cop family.

And therefore?

What if we were talking
about a surgeon

from a long line of surgeons?

Only this surgeon's
only a surgeon

because he felt pressured

to be one. He hates it.

But he didn't want
to disappoint his family.

You want him operating on you?

Garrett, that's not
the same thing.

No? What if he's covering you
in a police action,

and the guns come out?
Has he ever

fired his weapon in
the line of duty?

I didn't go through
every page in his file.

Let's assume he's one of the 99%
in the department who hasn't.

What if his partner's
life's at stake?

Remember, his heart's not in it.

Never was.

If he freezes up,

that's hisdefining moment.

Excuse me. That's taken.

You mean for Ryan?

The man you were matched with?

He's not coming.

What?

You're the sucker
this time, Maude.

Who are you?

Long version...
I'm the person that discovered

you have a history
of arrests up and down

the Eastern seaboard,

along with some outstanding
warrants for theft, fraud

and conspiracy. Short version
is... I'm the person

who's putting you in jail.

I am so sorry,
but you have the wrong person.

My name isn't... "Maude,"
and I didn't do any of that.

Yes, it is, and yes, you did.

And you did worse. You preyed on

men's insecurities
to get them to drop their guard,

as well as their pants,
but this time, you screwed up

'cause you did it to a friend.

That would be me,

and you would be under arrest.

Remember these, Maude?

Come on. Get up.

Come on.

So, Jack, have you signed
up for your classes?

Not yet.
When I get done on Thursday.

Most of them will
already be filled up.

Seriously Nobody knows.

Just the way it
works for freshmen.

Not the classes
that he's gonna take. How do you know?

Well, he wants to take
all the hardest classes

to show what a grind he is.

- Shut up.
- All right, enough.

You figure out
your major yet, bud?

Yeah, major loser. Hey, zip it.

Not sure yet.

Just make sure
that it's something

that leads to a real job.

What are you
talking about? Well,

philosophy and creative writing
and such are great

if you're looking for a job
in 18th-century Florence.

Come on, Pop.

I majored in art history.

I have a job,

one I love, a good one.
One which

also has nothing to
do with your major.

- Hence his point.
- Yeah.

Well, it made me look
at the world in a different way.

Um, I'm with Eddie. I think

that studying law gave me
a whole new perspective.

I majored in botany
until I didn't.

Not for nothing,

but that's usually you let
someone else say about you.

It's just a fact, Danny.

They'll probably get
good jobs right away,

but the least happy
people at my school

are the ones
majoring in business

and economics.

I'm gonna say something
I very rarely say.

Don't listen to Pop on this one.

Really?

In a few days, you're gonna
be gone from this place,

starting out in the
world on your own.

Make the world your own.

Take what is useful
from your time with us,

your years around this table,

but don't think you
have to become us.

But if you do...

You do.

If you don't,

you don't.

It's your life, not ours.

And I like to think
that your dad

and your aunt and your uncle
do what they do

because they were drawn to it,

not because they were pushed.

I like to think.

I hope, anyway.

Anyway...

to Jack.

Happy trails.

Good luck.

Godspeed.

This is the last of them.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

Hey, Danny? Yeah.

Look... I don't want to keep
butting in your business.

Right, 'cause that's
Eddie's job now.

I think I know why
Sean's been acting out lately.

He doesn't want Jack to leave.

Funny way to show it by
ragging on him all the time.

He's been showing it
the whole time...

By getting busted,
the trouble at school.

Sean's trying

to be a problem
so that Jack'll decide

to stick around and keep
his kid brother in line.

And you know this how,
Mr. Freud?

'Cause I did the same thing
when you left for the Marines.

What happened? Did you get a B.

A-minus. It was a dark time.

Do me a favor...
Leave the parenting to me.

I was just trying
to help, Danny.

You want to help, help Eddie.

Help Eddie what?

Look, I love her,

and she's great, sincerely,
and you guys are great together,

but the two of you need
to mind your business.

We already apologized
for that, Danny.

You got a problem
with that, go to hell.

She's all yours.

Sure you don't want this collar,
Abetemarco?

Nah, me and Maude have spent
enough time together.

Besides, I'm gonna
take the stand against her.

Like, in public?

Whatever it takes.

Drop by later to get your cuffs.

Might want to wash those first.

Could you not?

What?

I'm proud of you.

It takes a lot
to stand up and be counted.

I got work to do.

Dinner later? I've got a friend
from the Brooklyn DA's office.

I think I'm done dating
for a while, but thanks.

Am I being arrested?

That depends on why you've
been hanging around down

at the medical tower
on Chambers Street.

What? I ne...
I never go down there.

Yeah.

Almost like she's a magician.

Now answer the question.

Right, um,

no, I-I worked in that building
for a couple weeks.

You mean a couple hours.
Eight hours, in fact.

Then you left,

then you came back
and cased the joint

for a week for some guy.
Who's the guy?

A guy? The guy!

Playing dumb doesn't look good
on you, Noelle.

I don't know any guy.

The same guy who you helped
then turned around

and tried to kill
Dr. McCandless.

Why would I want Dr. McCandless
dead? He's my father.

Come again?

All my life, this man,
Roy King, has been my dad...

until I did one of those tests,

those genealogy things
where you send in your DNA,

and it told me
that this man is not my dad.

I asked my mom

if I was adopted,
and she said no.

In fact, they had gone
to this amazing doctor

for IVF to get pregnant.

The Baby Magician.

I found a video
of Dr. McCandless online.

I just...

I just saw myself in him.

So you got a job at his clinic
to get his DNA?

Yeah, from his coffee cup.
And it proved it.

That your mother had an affair?

No.

Never in a million years.

So, then, how did you...?

Wait a minute.

Dr. McCandless used
his own sperm in the IVF?

Who else knows about this?

There's a Web forum
of other kids

who were born
because of Dr. McCandless.

There are more kids.

I-I don't know, I just...

I went online and asked around
if anyone else had ever felt

like their dads
weren't their dads.

Could be one of them's
our shooter.

We're gonna need
all their names.

I-I don't have them.
I mean, people use screen names.

I-I swear, I did not mean
to make anyone want to kill him.

Unbelievable.

McCandless is playing God
when really he's a monster.

He better hope the shooter
finds him before we do.

Sit tight.

Thank you so much,
Dr. McCandless.

We thought
we'd never see this day.

Or have such a beautiful baby.

Take care. I'll see
all three of you in a month.Yeah.

There he is.

Secure all computers,

data, medical samples.

What is this? You're getting knocked
off your pedestal

like you deserve.
Step back, please. I-I didn't do anything.

Give me
your hands. Wait, wait, wait a minute.

Take it easy there.
I'm the victim.

Somebody tried to kill me.

Because you've been knocking up
your own patients for years.

What I did was help people.

Folks, this is-this is all

a misunderstanding.

How many families' lives
are gonna be ripped apart

because of what you did?

How many more kids
like Noelle King?

Noelle was one?

What's the matter, you don't
recognize your own daughter?

That must be tough.
There's got to be quite a few.

What do you got, hundreds,
maybe thousands out there?

Exactly, exactly,
what I did was give people

the children
that they begged for.

Why am I the bad guy?

Move it. Maybe some of your kids

will visit you in prison.

They can explain it to you.

Reagan.

Noelle?

Noelle? No, slow down.
What are you talking about?

We're on our way.

What's going on?

I think we found our shooter.

Gonna need you

to put that gun down
facing the water.

Right on the bench, Roy.

How did you...? Your daughter

Noelle fessed up it was you
who went after McCandless...

After she lied
and blamed somebody else.

She covered for me?

Yeah.

That is, until you went

and said good-bye
about an hour ago.

She told me
I could find you here.

This is where we
always would come.

Not anymore.

Hey. Take your finger

off the trigger
there, Roy, okay?

You do not want
to hurt yourself.

Just like you didn't want
to kill Dr. McCandless.

Like hell I didn't.

You missed a dozen shots
at close range.

No one's that bad of a shot,
okay?

Why did he do what he did?

Why did he hurt those people?

I'm not the person to ask.

When Noelle told me, I just...

I lost my mind. I...

And you'll go before a judge
and tell him the story.

And nobody's gonna blame you.

But don't do
something stupid now

and make it even worse, okay?

Just put the gun down.

Come on.

I don't care what happens.

It's not like I have
a family anymore.

I think there's somebody
who would disagree

with that assessment.
Turn around.

Dad.

You lied to protect me?

I would do anything for my dad.

'Cause that's who you are
and who you always will be.

Dad, Mom needs us. Both of us.

We'll make a detour on the way
back to the squad, okay?

Only a couple more, which
is a relief for my back.

Lightweight.

Very funny. Go help your uncle.

So, why is Danny
having us see him off?

Maybe to show us
how good a dad he is.

Rub it in our faces a bit.

Let me grab that. Yo.

Thank you.

I'm gonna miss you guys.

Have fun, man. I will.

Hey, we're only
a phone call away.

I know, I know.Here.

That's a little mad money
for you.

Put that in your pocket,
all right?

Sean, come on, man.

Come say good-bye
to your brother.

All right. I guess
I'll, see you around.

Actually, you're coming with us.

I am? Yeah, it was Dad's idea.

Figured you'll help me
get settled in,

then we'll cruise around campus.

This way you know what's what

for when you visit
on the weekends.

Okay, cool. How does that sound?

Good? Awesome, yeah.
Come on, let's go.

I'll be right there.

Hey, I just, want
to say sorry to you guys.

Especially you, Eddie.

No, I screwed up, Danny.

No, I screwed up, as usual,

running around with my hair

on fire, and you were just
trying to help and look out,

so... sorry.
I hope you forgive me.

Hey. Yeah. Yeah.

Thanks. I don't want to hug you.

I don't want to hug you.

I could use some of
that mad money, though.

It's expensive
raising these two.

I got a little circus
of my own coming up.

It's called a wedding.

Right. Well, you chose well.

Let's not go overboard.Hey.

What?

Did he say what this is about?

He did not, Officer.

Welcome.

Thanks for the invite.

Please.

Thank you.

Thank you, Baker.

My son Jay.

Nice to meet you, Jay.

You, too, sir.

You find that idiot refused
Jay's duty at the hospital?

I did, John.
Heads rolled. All I can say.

Thank you, Frank.

And while I was sorting
the mess out,

I got a look
at your son's service record.

He's got a very valuable degree.

Very proud of him.

Well, you should be.
And I don't need to tell you,

John, about the problems
policing the projects.

You certainly don't.

So I started thinking,
I've always fought

the Housing Development Board
to bring in a cop.

I mean, the projects
should be planned with a nod

towards policing them,
don't you think?

So, it seems to me

someone with Jay's résumé

would be a valuable asset
over there and would be

long after you and
I have gone fishing.

But there's a problem.

They still will not allow a cop
on the board.

And the only solution
would be for him to resign.

And I would never ask Jay
to do that.

Jay...

our police commissioner's
asking us for a favor.

It's up to you, Dad.

Yes, sir.

Good. Good.

You sure about this?

Thank you, sir.

Thank you, Jay.

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