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Ma'am, please,

is there anything I can do

to get you to reconsider?

Please?

Great, thanks for nothing.

Our sole witness in the Bardo
murder will not testify now.

Screwed on Upchurch, too.

Ballistics don't match the gun
we recovered.

Can't people just take a break
from killing each other

long enough for us to catch up
on all these cases?

Detective Reagan?
Not now, Meyers.

We're swamped.
Danny.

Says she's a friend
of yours.

She is. Thank you.

Hey, Naomi.

Detective Maria Baez,

Naomi Dixon.

I was her husband's first
partner when

he got his gold shield.
One of my best partners ever.

Uh, second to you,
of course.

But, uh, I taught him everything
I know. Oh.

What’d that take...
five minutes?

Very funny.
Nice to meet you, Naomi.

You too.
You good?

You're not good. Um, why don't we go...
Can we talk?

Yeah, of course.

Uh, hold down the fort, okay?

What's going on?
Everything okay?

So, John's been on
an undercover assignment

for the last few months.

But he's in over his head.

Is he in danger?
From whom he's with..

I don't know a lot of the details.

But he's just not himself anymore.

He drinks now.
Uh-huh.

And yells at the kids

and he stays out for days on end.

And last week, I caught him
snorting cocaine.

So, he's drinking and
drugging?

And he says, "Well, it's just to
fit in with the criminals."

But all he cares about is
making this case

and screw the rest of us.

Look, you know I'd do
anything for you and John.

This is probably something you
should address with his handler

at the department.
And so he gets thrown off the job

and then he hates us even more?

No, you have got to talk to him.

You know he looks up to you.

Naomi, I.. I...

Please, Danny. He will listen
to you.

And this is our family.

Okay.

The Village People, really?

Won our fifth-grade
talent show.

What did you go as?
Please say Leatherman.

The cop.

Oh.
Girls went so wild for me in uniform

I knew I'd found my calling.

I learn something new
about you every day.

Pretty cool, right?

Didn't say that.

Wallets out, partner.

First rule of patrol..

never pass up a kid selling
something homemade.

Wouldn't dream of it.

Hi.
Hi.

Two cocoas, please.

Do you want a cookie too?

I made oatmeal and chocolate chip.

Sold on both.

"All proceeds go to
my new puppy fund."

Oh, no, did you lose your dog?

No, someone stole Mr. Pickles
last week.

What?
I brought him out to pee

and this guy ran up and
grabbed him.

And I tried to hold on to
the leash,

but he shoved me and drove off
in a red car with him.

You called 911, right?
No.

My dad said police don't help
people like us.

That's not true.
What's your name?

Elyse.
All right, Elyse,

we're gonna take our cocoas
and our cookies

and your statement on exactly
what happened with Mr. Pickles.

Hello, neighbor.

Henry. I didn't know
you shopped here.
When the sale is good.

Though with prices these days,

I may give up eating altogether.

You stocking up?

Oh.

These.

These are just... I.. I mean, they...

You mean what?

How is your family?

Donna, is everything okay?

I can't buy a gift card?

Look, did someone ask you
to buy these?

I don't mean to pry...

Then... don't.

Donna.

It's nice seeing you, Henry.

Hey..

Hey.

Figured I'd stop by, wish
my dad a happy birthday.

Great minds.

Except...

Oh, my God.

This just ain't right.

Okay.

Joe.

I'm gonna find whoever
did this

and I'm gonna bury them.

I got this.

I'll put Nuciforo on it right away.

You're gonna delegate this?

This was my dad.

And my son.

Besides, you've got a task force
case to take down.

How do you know that?

I keep tabs on family.

Helps me worry less, or...

so I tell myself.
Well,

I'll bang in sick.
This is way more important.

I'd like to handle this.

That an order?

I'm asking.

As his father.

Sorry, Dad.

But back then, as your partner,

John Dixon was squared away?

Yeah, he was a great guy.

He was a hard charger,
like a Mini-Me.

That's why we clicked so well.

That's him.

Johnny Druhan!

Danny?

It's Detective Reagan and
my partner Detective Baez.

Play along.

So you know I'm under.

Mr. Druhan, we understand
you were involved in

a traffic accident last Tuesday
on the BQE?

No, I have no idea
what you're talking about.

Well, according to the
other driver, you do.

We would have spoken to you
at home,

but you're never there anymore.

Oh, geez. Naomi came to you?

Yes, she's worried about you.

She doesn't get
what we do.

"We" don't do cocaine,
you do.

You didn't, uh, you didn't
talk to my handler?

Only to get the skinny on
this case.

He knows nothing else.
Yet.

Wait. So what,
are you threatening...

are you threatening to
pull me out right now?

Damn right I am if you don't
get your ass under control.

Now, let's go have
a cup of coffee

and we can talk about all of this.

"All this"?
This is me doing my job,

like you taught me to.

Really?
Yeah.

Like Naomi should understand.

Crap.

It's my boss.

.

Keep it moving.

Something wrong, Druhan?

Hey. I said keep it moving.

He works for me. I get a say.

Well, you know one of
your employees

has a problem with road rage, sir?
Hey,

they're wrong, Bob, all right?

Which I just told them.

So unless you two have more
than somebody's word,

this is where you screw off.

Let's go

Keep it under control,
Mr. Druhan.

That's the guy you showed the ropes?
Yeah.

Once upon a time.

Hey, boss, you got a minute?

More like 30 seconds.

Okay so here's the deal.
We're on patrol,

we come across a girl
with a card table

on the sidewalk, selling
hot cocoa and cookies.

I got to say, the oatmeal one
really hit the spot.

Fifteen seconds.

She's saying this girl
told us about

a strong-arm robbery and
we want to run with it.

How young is this girl?
Elyse is ten.

Oh, that's young
for a complaint.

Well, we wanted to
talk to her dad too,

but he's apparently not
a fan of the cops.

Okay, so you got nothing?

Except her statement.
Okay, maybe you two have not heard,

but street crime is skyrocketing
in our precinct. That is why

I need every pair of boots
on the ground

instead of trying to fill the shoes
of detectives.

Okay, well, can we
at least

give our notes to someone
in the Squad?

This girl needs help.

I'm going up there now.
I will save you the trip.

Henry, you didn't

have to.
No, I did.

What you were buying and why
is none of my business.

20 years retired and the old
cop in me still won't shut up.

Thank you.

Of course, a smart lady
like you would never fall for

some of the scams that are
floating around these days.

Like when your computer freezes

and there's a message that
you should make a phone call

to get it unfrozen.

Oh.
Or when an IRS agent claims

that you owe back taxes

and the only way to pay up
is to use gift cards.

It must be scary.

Cough up the dough or the Feds

take your home.

And you can't tell a soul

because it might violate
privacy laws.

Henry, stop, stop.

Even though it's bogus.

The IRS never uses the phone.

Oh, God.
How could I have been so stupid?

No, Donna.
You're not stupid.

I've already given him
the card numbers

and the security codes right
when I got home.

Can we call him back?

No one will answer.

How much?

Six...

thousand dollars.

Oh...

Oh, my God.

They're pros, Donna.

So...

th.. that money is just... gone?

Not if I have anything to say
about it.

But by the time
I arrived, Detective Hill

had already interviewed
the cemetery caretaker

and took possession of
all security tapes

from the previous 48 hours.

Anything else?

It appears Detective
Hill also called in a friend from CSU

to dust the headstone for prints

and to collect any other
possible evidence in the area.

Thank you, Jimmy.

Sir.

No surprise. He was upset.

Who wouldn't be?

I pity the guy
if Joe finds him first.

Yeah, well, that's why I said
I'd handle it.

Not to get all "by the book,"
but does this mean

he disobeyed a direct order?

I wasn't there as a PC.

But even as his grandfather,
he agrees to stand down

then doubles back the
moment you're out of sight?

Rules are different
for grandparents.

But not for grandkids.

Come hell or high water,
you respect your elders.

You got a problem,
let the parents lower the boom.

Plausible deniability
for Pee-Paw.

That was my granddad's name.

Well, Abigail's right.

Grandparents are supposed to
get the good end of the stick.

All the fun, none of the discipline.

But this grandson

is an adult and in
the family business.

Well, look at that.

Two Nine detectives hard at work.

Oh, hell no.

She stole our case?

After making us feel like idiots
for bringing it up? Come on.

Oh, Eddie.

Eddie, no.
Why not?

Maybe she has a good reason.

For backstabbing us?

I can say that in a nicer way.

You're not gonna say anything
to a boss

in front of that girl and her dad.

So, when?

After we have a better
idea of what's going on.

Let's go.

The fuel trucks always
turn down this street

so we're gonna block the
front and back with vans.

Yeah, I know a place
where we can boost a couple...

Patrick and Lance handle vehicles.

You're going with Darren to
get the guns.

And on the day, I don't want any
creative thinking from you.

We all stick to the plan.

Geez, these humps
really have it out for me, huh?

Whatever they want,
keep your trap shut.

Johnny Druhan,
you're under arrest.

Turn around, put your hands
behind your back. Now.

The rest of you take
a big step back.

Dash cam video on
the victim's camera

shows that it was you
who assaulted him.

Not for nothing, sir, but
you got lousy taste in employees.

Sit down.

Was this really necessary?

I had to make it look real.

So you made sure no one out
there's got ties to my boss?

‘cos I saw a couple eyeballing me.

Paranoid much?

Trust no one, head on a swivel.

You taught me that.

You're amongst friends
here, John.

So, where's your partner?

Because you also taught me

to never play both good cop
and bad cop.

This ain't about being cops.
Oh, like hell it isn't.

The boss of this crew, Bob
Youngblood, is a bad guy.

I'm talking heists, hits, drugs.

And piece by piece, I'm making
my case to take down him

and his buyers, the middlemen,
the gun-sellers, all of it.

So, what about Naomi...
she doesn't matter?

You know she does.

Just not enough?

Screw you.
I'm just saying.

Is it really worth it taking down
a heating oil heist

if you lose her and the kids?

What happened to you, Danny?

The same thing that's
gonna happen to you

if you don't get your head
out of your ass.

You mean the way you lost Linda.

Look, that was a damn shame.

If you can't...
I mean anyone who gets hurt

because you're putting the job
above everything else!

Wake up, John!

Come on, man.
If you were under back then

and Linda came crying to me

you would have taken my damn head off!
Not if you convinced me to tell

my handler I need to come out.

So, that's your next stop, huh?

No, it's your next stop.

I will once I make
the collars!

What if they grease you first?

Oh, come on, man!

Trust me!

I'm out of here.
No.

We're not done till I say so.

No, look Danny, I love you,

and you did your job.

Now I'm gonna get back
out there and do mine.

Walk him out.

Ripping off old people?
There's nothing sacred anymore.

I know.
And it's only increasing.

So, get me an audience with
whoever it is

that heads up your
Elder Abuse Bureau.

I'd be happy to.

I get the feeling there's
a "but" coming.

I just don't want you to get
your hopes up high.

Cases like these are really hard
to prosecute.

Why?
These scammers are jackals.

The problem is most of
these scammers

don't make an actual threat.

They tug on their victims'
heartstrings

and ask for help or money or
gift cards,

usually around $50 to make it
seem minor.

Well, they've threatened my friend

and gotten away with 6,000 bucks,

which isn't exactly minor.

Your friend.

Yeah.
Can you

tell me anything more about
your friend?

No, they've requested anonymity.

They're gonna have to come
forward at some point.

Erin. It's not me.

Look, there is no shame in being
conned. These guys are good.

Stop already.

I promise to keep
this between ourselves.

First you tell me
there's no point in trying

and now I'm this
doddering old fool

who won't admit it's him?

No, that's not what I'm
trying to say.

That's what I'm hearing.

Oh...

Look, Pop, let me just walk you
over there myself.

What, and hold my hand

so I don't slip and break my hip?

I'm good, Erin. I'll see myself out.

Hey, Cap. Uh, can I bend
your ear a moment?

Yeah, sure, come in.

Actually, let me guess.

One of your people is working
some dog thefts and so

you thought that you would
come in here

and you would pick my brain

about the complaint that
I took this morning,

a little girl on 145th Street?

I didn't come in here to trick you.
Right.

FIO is smarter than that.

Eddie was ready to work that case.

Here's my question.

Did she call you right away
after she saw me talking

with Elyse Mullins or did she
come running into your office

just ‘cos she needed a big hug?

Okay, so, you're running with this?

With both feet.

All right, then.
We're done here.

You know, Reagan...

you know, a husband

going on a fishing expedition
for his wife

‘cos she doesn't have the guts

isn't exactly a good look.

And a captain poaching
cases from cops under her command

runs a close second.
Thanks for your time.

Sir.

Thank you, Baker.

You asked to see me?

Have a seat.

So...

Why'd you lie to me?

When I left the cemetery,

I realized I had agreed to
something I shouldn't have.

So, you went back wearing the shield.
No.

The caretaker agreed to help me
when I told him who I was.

You should have told me.

And get shot down, again?

Look,

I was just trying to lower
the temperature.

For both of us.

I don't see yours raised.

Look harder.

Sorry. That was careless of me.

Yeah, and wrong.

You will hand over the
surveillance tapes

and any evidence you have found
to Detective Nuciforo.

I have a few leads.

I'd like to continue this on my own.

That was not a suggestion.

Ah. Now you are talking
as the PC.

Look, Joe.

I'm as upset as you are about
what they did.

But most likely it was drunk
kids doing dumb stuff.

At most, a charge of
criminal mischief.

Felony criminal mischief,

considering the price
of the headstone.

Boy...

I stand corrected.

If that's all this is.

And what does that mean?

It means what if his grave
was targeted?

You see the street signs named
after cops

that are being torn down.

And what if it's worse than
that, hmm?

What if the guy who put
my dad in that grave

has a kid out there who
decided to do this?

Joe, that kind of thinking

is exactly why you shouldn't
be running this.

What, thinking like a cop?

A cop half-blinded by a red mist.

Would it be too much trouble
for an answer...

say, at Sunday dinner?

This your way of inviting me?

Everyone on their birthday
week gets their favorite dessert.

What was my dad's?

Come and find out.

Boy.

She shut you down?

No ifs, ands or buts.

Well, maybe she's
hiding something.

She did keep glancing
at a photo on her desk.

What was it?

I couldn't see it, and you
know what, it doesn't matter

because she's the boss and
explaining

or not explaining is a perk
of the job.

So, ours is just suck it
up, move on?

Yeah, pretty much.

Sounds like good
advice to me. Thanks, Sarge.

Later, guys.

Good advice?

Eddie, let's not die
on this hill.

Did you not hear him about
the photo?

Something's eating her.

Now it's about her
and not Cruella De Vil

or whoever's out there
stealing dogs.

Can't it be about both?

For me, it's neither.
So just drop it, okay?

John went back to
those guys?

Unfortunately.

So the kids and I can go to hell.

No, he has tunnel vision.

It happens to a lot of undercovers.

But he told Danny this is
his last job

and then he's out.

You know how many
times he's told me that?

We know it's not easy.

Anyway, Danny and I

think it's time for us to contact
your husband's handler.

We can't soft-pedal the drug use,
but we will

remind him of your husband's
otherwise spotless record.

What if he flips out?

What if... what if his
handler is a hard-ass

and he's still hooked on drugs
and he comes home

pissed at the world? Or he
doesn't come home at all?

God...

I should have never opened
my mouth.

No, you did the right thing.

You did.

And we're gonna do the
right thing, too.

See?

By getting John back

without notifying his handler.

We're not?

Danny, what are
you saying?

I'm saying that

we're gonna get him back to you
the right way.

Get him back to you and to the kids,

and back to being clean
and sober, like the old John,

the way he always was.

Okay?

It's, uh...

it's good.

Thanks. Whipped it
up myself.

Wait, is this your first
lemon meringue?

We were an ice cream family.

Invite me over anytime.

Guess I thought for a dessert,

it might just be a little sweeter.

Your dad hated sweets.

How is that possible?

That's what I always said.
For Joe,

tart, bitter, sour, anything but sweet.

Even when Danny tricked
him into eating a mud pie.

Made with actual mud.

You didn't.
Yeah, I did.

And it was worth every bruise.

Well, thank goodness I didn't

inherit his taste buds,

just got his cop genes.

Uh, speaking of,

I may have a lead on the person

who knocked over and
broke his headstone.

You're still on it.

What did you say?

When'd this happen?

Yeah, who the hell would
knock over a headstone?

You didn't tell them?

I just figured why
share the pain?

Because he's my grandson,
Francis.

Yeah, maybe ‘cos
it's our brother?

I'm sorry,

I don't get you guys.

Like, half the time

you.. you swear each other
to secrecy...

just long enough to blab to
everyone else.

And the other half,

you say everything is on the table,

except no one ever hears
a whisper about it.

We're just as surprised
about this as you are.

Yeah.

Look, uh, this is on me.

I'm sorry, everybody.

All right, come on, guys.
What... what's done is done.

We know now.

Mm-hmm. Except if
I would have known earlier,

I would have dropped everything
I was doing

to go help Joe find the guy.

I would have driven.

Excuse me.

I'm sorry to eat and run.

After dropping that bomb?

Just keep us updated.

Yeah.

‘cos everybody else ain't.

Sorry.

Uh oh, what's wrong?

You can't read me that easy.
You can't read me that easy.

Go down to Elder Abuse.

See if there's any open fraud cases

involving IRS impersonators.

Why, ‘cos Henry got snookered?

I saw him with you the other day

and then stomping back to
the elevator.

Oh, I don't know if he's the victim,

but I do know I pissed him off.

Might be
a wild goose chase.

A lot of these scams come out
of places

like Mumbai or Moscow.

Dig until you find a local one.

Then pull Henry in?
Yeah.

You know, there's gonna come
a day when my grandfather

can't do what he's always done

and it's gonna break his heart
and mine.

Well, let's make sure that day
isn't today.

Hey, thanks for coming so fast.
It's good timing.

We were just about to make
another run at you.

Danny, Naomi's gone.

She left you?

I called her earlier and said
we needed to talk,

after everything you said
the other day.
Okay.

And when I got here, all the doors
were unlocked,

but no Naomi.

Well, did you try
calling her again?

Yeah, it went straight
to voice mail.

Maybe your wife got
cold feet.

She has been pretty upset.

Or Youngblood grabbed her.

What?
Come on, you don't know that.

He.. he saw you two roll up on me.

Danny, if he got wise
somehow, man...

Okay, did you check the
entire house?

Of course.
All right, where are the kids?

She sent them to be with
her parents

so we could hash things out alone.

Well, that's good.

Do you have security cameras?
No.

Well, then we'll ping her phone
and see

if any of your neighbors
have cameras.

It's from Youngblood.
What's it say?

"Where are you?
We got work to do."

Sounds like business as usual.

Or he's lying. Either way,
I got to get back to him.

Hold on. You just said
you thought he made you.

Which one is it?

Well, if he did, they'll
be looking for a reaction.

If not, we'll just keep planning.

Now, please, could you do
what you said?

Find Naomi.

Anthony.

Henry, come on in.

I was surprised to get your message.

Well, from what I understand,

you have a friend who recently
got scammed,

so I figured you might want
to pitch in on a similar case.

Have you run this by Erin?

Did I need to?

Apparently she has doubts.

About getting help from
a former PC?

Sounds like a no-brainer to me.

Okay. What do you got?

Well, the tough part

is always finding the scammers'
phone banks

because they use untraceable
numbers

and they stay on the move.

Mm-hmm.
But our Elder Abuse Bureau

just collared one of their
money mules.

The guys who
take the stolen gift card info,

go into the stores and make
the actual purchases.

So, we sweat him,
we flip him

and he coughs up the phone
bank address.

See? Like you've done this before.

Erin says this case has
to be airtight.

Which is why we're also
gonna set up

a fake senior citizen charity.

Phony website,
phony credentials,

so the mule can introduce you
to his boss as an insider

willing to sell members'
personal data.

The nail in the coffin.

And who better
to hammer it?

Unbelievable.
Hey..

I was just, um...
Oh, no, no, no.

Do not snoop and insult me.

Sorry, boss.

I'm...

I'm sorry about sending Jamie
in here the other day.

I'm just...
I'm sorry about all of it.

Okay, you...

you being apologetic is even
worse than you being nosy.

Did you at least find what
you were looking for?

The reason I stole your
dog-napping case?

Does it have something
to do with her?

It has everything to do with her.

Is she okay?

Not after how I screwed up.

The other day, after
you and Badillo came to me,

I was reading your notes

on my way up to the squad
and I realized

that Elyse told you

exactly what Kelly told me
a few weeks ago.

She came home crying.

She told me someone grabbed
her dog on the street

and then sped off in a red car.

You're kidding.

What did I do?
I just...

accused her of being
irresponsible and losing it,

the same way that she lost
her cell phone

or the way she doesn't do
her chores.

That little girl came to me
and she was brokenhearted

and I treated her like a perp.

Running this house
has got to be stressful.

Yeah, it's no excuse.
Next time you have

a stressful day, you say, "Hey,
Janko, let's go get a beer."

Really?

Ladies in this business

are few and far between.

Might as well

get drunk and bitch about it
together, right?

Yeah. Thank you, Janko.

Uh, let me find Badillo

and we'll figure a way to find
that red car.

No, stop! Let go of me!

Yep. Youngblood got her.

Look at him.
Right out in the open.

Not a care in the world.

She must be scared
out of her mind.

And if we'd alerted the handler

from the jump like we should have...

You mean if I had.

I'm just trying to understand
where your head's at.

We have tons of cases and...

fine, you want to help your friend.

But after he blew us off,

we agreed we would call
the handler, and then,

suddenly you tell Naomi,
"Yes, we're on the case."

I looked at his kids
and it occurred to me

his handler can't be the one
to do this.

I'm the one that taught him
to go all in on a case.

The only way to guarantee him

getting home safely to his family

is for me to be the one to
get him out.

Okay.

So, here we are.

For the last time.

I promise you that.

It's John.

Hey. What's going on?

Danny, they have her.

I don't know where,
but I overheard

Youngblood talking with one of

the other guys about how

he needs insurance on me.

They made you?
No, Danny,

because getting collared for road
rage makes me seem squirrelly.

He thinks I'm gonna
screw up the heist tomorrow.

Danny...

it's everything I can do

not to shove a gun in this guy's
face right now.

No. You do that,

whoever's holding a gun
to her head

is gonna pull the trigger.

Just get back to them.

Okay?
And I'll text you with the plan.

So, you have one?

No.

But I'm working on it.

Thank you.

Thanks for seeing me, Paula.

Yeah, well, I was about to
reach out to you,

but you beat me to it.

So, he told you.

On the night of his dad's
birthday,

Joe shows up out of the blue,
upset.

And I couldn't get a clue out of him,
but after

pushing his dinner around
his plate

for the 40th time...

You broke him.

My son is not a perp.

Not a good choice of
words, Frank. Sorry.

Well, better than Mom, right?

Well, and certainly not
a grandfather.

So, did you come here
looking for pointers

on how to break him?

No.

Just to understand him.

Look, uh...

I'm just not...

really sure of my sight here,
this is new terrain for me.

You have other grandkids,
Frank.

Yeah, and I watched them grow up

in Little League and at school
plays

and at the dinner table,
but I don't have that with Joe.

And right now...

we might as well be strangers.

So maybe don't bark
orders at him

and expect a snap salute.

Is that what he said?

In so many words.

And maybe some of your own?

The way my Joe grew up,

it was pretty much me and him
against the world.

And... although that is a bond
that I treasure,

maybe it hasn't done him
any favors.

Tough to lower those
walls with anyone new.

Especially with all of you
all coming at him at once.

Like a tribe, with your lore,
your rituals, your traditions.

Oh, come on.
We're just a family.

Yeah, we're close-knit, but
we're not from another planet.

Yet here you are.

Looking for advice.

Look...

I tried to tell him about his father,

but I only spent a small amount
of time with his dad.

And I only knew so much.

And the one person
who could show him the ropes

is someone he never met
and never will.

My son likes you Reagans.

Really, he does.
He admires you.

But the one person in your
family that he loves

is his dad.

Who he never knew.

And to see his dad's grave
like that...

...and then be forbidden

from finding out who did it...

Honestly, Frank,

what did you expect him to do?

Boss, uh, this is the guy

from Park Slope Senior Coalition.

Bill Tumas.

Nice to meet you.

What's your job there?
Member services.

So, I have access to addresses,

social security data,

unlisted phone numbers.

How many members?
Just shy of 2,000.

But I also have a log-in to
the national database.

For the right price.

20 a head, one percent on the
back end six months from now.

50 a head and five percent,
two months from now.

Thirty, three percent,
three months.

Deal.

Mr. Tumas, this is
gonna convince

a lot of coots that we are legit.

From their bank accounts
to our pockets

in no time flat.

And here's the thumb
drive with all the info on it.

What the hell is that?

Police! Don't move!
What's going on?

Keep our hands where
we can see them.

Right there, back up.
Hands up! Put the phone down.

Get up against the wall.

Hell has a special place
for scum like you.

Bag this trash.

Henry...

you were supposed to seal
the deal and exit.

And miss the look
on his face?

Good job.

Okay.

Police!

Don't move!
Hands up!

Put your hands in the air!

Put your hands up!

You just hijacked
a tanker full of water.

Now where's my wife?!

Put your hands in the air!
You okay?

Tell me or you're dead!

Screw you both.
Danny.

John.
John.

I'm so sorry.
Okay.

Same red car from
the pet store.

And it matches
Elyse's description.

Police! Don't move!

Hands where we can
see them, now!

Hey, now!

All right, all right,
drop it. Come on.

How did you find us?

Maybe next time

don't pick up 300 pounds of kibble

in the same red car you steal
dogs with, genius.

Let's go.

Cuff that loser!

Get her out of here!
Except I'm not seeing any.

Oh, they're here.

Oh...

Hi.

Hello, Mr. Pickles.

Tag's still on his collar.
Come on.

Do you see Kelly's dog, boss?
No.

Any of these go unclaimed,
she gets her pick of the litter.

Thank you.

And

you arrested him?

With help from some
of my friends in the DA's Office.

Unfortunately...

...none of your details were
in the evidence collected.

Oh.

So, not my scammer, huh?

Sorry.

Well, an expensive lesson.
Hey,

we stopped some guys
ripping off people like us.

Not us.
Me, Henry.

There but for
the grace of God.

Really?

Oh, you think I haven't panicked

when something popped up
on my computer?

The world's changing so fast

I don't know what to believe
anymore.

What's the expression...
growing old isn't for wimps?

Still better than the alternative.

Yes.

Danny, I'm, uh,

I'm real sorry about all this.

No need to be.
, there is.

Without you, there's...

no telling how this would
have ended.

You would have made the collar.
That's how it would have ended.

Yeah, and lost everything else
along the way.

So... thank you.

You don't have to thank me.

Thank your wife.
She's the real hero.

So, uh...

any advice about what
comes next?

‘cos I sure as hell am done
with undercover work.

That's good.

A guy like you, after rehab,
with your skills,

I'm sure you can write
your own ticket, John.

Maybe, uh...

maybe we get the band back together?
No.

Huh?
No way.

I'm very happy with my partner.
All right.

In fact, I'd say, uh,

we both have the right women
in our lives.

Thanks again, man.

Go ahead.
They miss you.

Hey.
Hey.

You hungry?

Glad you came.

So you can rub
my nose in it?

Oh, I've stayed away
from the investigation.

Really? You?

I heard there was a damn
good detective

heading it up.

Didn't take much chops.

The caretaker's nephew
took a hammer to this marker

and a few others after his uncle
fired him

for always being late.

Families aren't always easy.

But thank you for not taking
a hammer to anything.

You know...

there's a learning curve here

and I'm afraid I didn't navigate
it very well.

Makes two of us.

I'd say it won't happen again, but...

God knows it probably will.

You want to do the honors?

"Joseph Conor Reagan,

"beloved son, brother...

...and father."

You added something.

I did.

What do you think?

It's perfect.