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(tires screeching)

(gasps)

Watch out!

WOMAN:
Stop!

(screams)

No!

(crying):
No!

(siren wailing)

(tires screeching)

(siren stops)

Three blocks in ten seconds.

Let me drive more often,
I'll get even faster.

I'll pass.

Hey, there's our guy.

Hey. Police!

Stop what you're doing! Hey!

Hey!
- Come here.

Hey.

We got to chase him? Seriously?

You're the speed demon.
Go get him.

I'm afraid of heights.

(baton extends)

(man screaming)

You're fine. Get up.
Let's get up.

This isn't what it looks like.

Yeah, said the guy
caught red-handed.

But I wasn't breaking in.
This is my girlfriend's place.

Well, then why break in
through her window?

And why run when
we caught you?

Because she's my everything.

Commissioner Reagan, we can't
thank you enough for your time.

And your honesty.

As long as I get a fair shake,
it's been my pleasure.

You seem a little jaded
about giving interviews.

No.

More like experienced.

Don't get me wrong, I don't mind

tough questions,
as long as my answers

are printed accurately,
without shade or shine.

What do you mean,
"shade or shine"?

Well, you know, say I answer,
"That never happened."

And what's printed is,
"'That never happened,'

he said with a sweaty brow."

(chuckles)
Promise.

Well, that's all I ask.

Now, I'm afraid I'm gonna have
to turn you back to my DCPI.

(knocking on door)

They're all yours.

I appreciate you
taking the time.

It was my pleasure.

Down with police brutality!

Antifa says no
to the fascism of the NYPD!

Down with police brutality!

The history of the
police department

is stained
with the victim's blood!

Anti-fascists everywhere,

say no to fascism!

Thank police brutality!

Tell us why,
if she's your everything,

you have to sneak around
up on fire escapes?

It's 'cause my parole officer
won't let me see her.

What'd you go to prison for?

Well...
- Gabe had a drug problem.

Had.

But my P.O.,
he's making being out

more of a hell than
it was when I was in.

And this man puts me
in a halfway house a block away

from where I used to score dope.

He controls the way
I spend all my money.

He's constantly changing
the curfew all the time,

and it's-- I just...

And he says if he so much as
talks to me, it's a violation.

He even made me
change my locks.

Why would he care about you?

Technically,
I'm one of Gabe's victims.

Long time ago.

He pawned my jewelry,
but he's changed now,

and he's gonna stay clean.

That's unless I can't see her.

Like I said, Liza,
she's my rock.

If you are forbidden
from contacting her,

then you are in violation,
and we screwed up

by bringing her down here.
No, no, no.

Please, okay? I-I can't
go back to jail.

You can't tell him.
No, we can't.

- Thank you.
- Because we don't have a name.

Listen, if you are really
so sure

that your parole officer's
out of line,

then you give us a name.

Don Voorhees.

How about, you walk away
and then we'll walk away.

But you come back here again,
you could be arrested.

Do you understand?

Walk away, Mr. Harris.

(camera snaps)
- Morning.

CIS DETECTIVE:
Detectives.

Glad you could join the fun.

Yeah, looks like fun.

What the hell does Collision
Investigation want with us?

One male, DOA,
pinned under the car.

This was intentional?

Most of the wits were
too shook up to notice,

but one says it definitely was.
Is that right?

And you're on a first-name
basis with him, Detective.

Come again?

That's my grandfather.

I'll be back.

No, I can't leave my husband.

They just have to take you
to the hospital to make sure

that you and your baby are okay.

I don't...
- Just...

I'm not leaving.
Just, just try to relax.

Gramps.

What the hell's
going on?

How'd you get here?

What-- we were up next to catch.
You okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

What do you mean you're fine?
Your hand's bleeding.

- What the hell happened to you?
- Ah, it's nothing.

I'm better off than
her dead husband over there.

Yeah. Highway says
you think it was intentional.

The guy went straight for him.

And after he got him,
he jumped out,

ran off... smiling.

This was murder.

(sighs)
Ay, ay, ay.

♪ Blue Bloods 8x13 ♪
Erasing History
Original Air Date on January 19, 2018

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

♪ ♪

EMT: Physically,
not too bad, either.

Need anything else,

just yell.

Will do.

Thank you.

Okay, run it down
for me, Gramps.

First let's go see
what your partner found.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
This is a crime scene, okay?

And you're not a detective,
you're just a witness.

Well, so then let's get in
your car and drive around.

We find the perp,
I make the I.D.

No, it already went out
over the air, Gramps.

Based on the description
you gave.

Now, will you tell me
what you're doing in the city?

I was just buying
a lottery ticket

at my lucky place
down the block.

Well, the wife is a lucky woman

that you came along
and pulled her out of the way.

I just reacted.

I mean, if I'd had
a second to think,

I probably would've run the
other way like everybody else.

Not likely. You did good.

Hey. Did you...
You get the I.D.?

Victim is Jerry Simmons.

Lives nearby, Lex and 38th.

I'm guessing our
perp stole the car.

I found this on the floorboard.
I'll...

take that.

It's a code grabber.

These car thieves use these
to steal the cars now

that have
keyless entries.

What am I, an idiot?

Well, I didn't realize
you kept up, Gramps.

Yeah, well, you better
dust that thing for prints.

And then do a background
check on the Vic,

because dollars
to donuts,

he knows the killer.

Thanks for your help,
Commissioner.

Oh, right.

I'm just the witness.

Mm-hmm. And New York's
finest detective

is already on the case.

And his grandson.

(laughs)

Very funny. Very funny.

Laugh it up.
Now, can we find

the esteemed former commissioner
a ride home, please?

(chuckling)

And just what
do you call vetting?

Okay, it was a light vetting.
Because?

Because for starters...
She works

at a college newspaper, Garrett.

You'd think you'd give it
extra attention,

given the climate
on campuses today,

especially the one she's at.

What I was going to say was...
And where is she?

Cooling her
jets in a cell

down in Major Case.
Well, I don't want

to hear any crap
about freedom of the press

or jailing reporters.

- I wasn't gonna say anything about...
- What we should've done

is accidentally knocked her head
against the bars

a couple of times on her way in.

All right,
let's not even go there.

FRANK:
She comes into our house

spouting that Antifa crap

and defaces the NYPD flag.

Can I speak?

(sighs)

The student newspaper
at Columbia

disavows any and all actions
by Chrissie Watkins,

because she never worked there.

She had credentials.

I vouchered them.

Must have printed
them up herself.

So we could add forgery

to the charges.

What kind of ship
we running, Garrett?

The same one we run every time
a friend of your office

calls me for a favor.

A friend of my office?

What friend of my office?

Nicky Reagan.

It's all a blur.

One minute, we're walking down
the street-- thank you--

and we were taking a walk.

Then, this car came out
of nowhere, and that man

pulled me out of the way, and...

(whispers):
Jerry's dead.

Were you able to get a look
at the driver's face?

Your husband,
has he ever been threatened,

does he have any enemies?

No, everybody loved Jerry.

We, um, found a real estate
license in his wallet.

Is that what he did
for a living?

- Real estate?
- Yes.

He, um, he owns a small firm
in Greenpoint.

Okay. He have any disgruntled
clients, employees, tenants?

I don't know.

We really didn't talk
about work, you know?

We just talked about
preparing for our family.

How can I raise

a family by myself?

Look.

You got to hang in there.

That's all
I can tell you.

You hang in there,

and I promise you,
I'm gonna find out

who was driving that car, okay?

Let's get you home.

Officer Cosgrove,
could you, uh, see to it

that Ms. Simmons gets home okay?

- Of course.
- Thanks.

Right this way.

Anything?

Only the I.D.
of our killer.

Are you joking?

The car's airbag deployed,
so CSU found skin cells

from the driver's
face on it.

Those gave them DNA,
and the DNA...

Hit in the system.
More like 50.

Fraud, grand larceny,
burglary, robbery.

Name is, uh, Tim Streebinsky.

The Streeber? Let me see that.

You know him?
- Yeah.

Collared this guy
at least 20 times.

He's a degenerate gambler
who rips people off

to pay off his gambling debts.

But he's a hoot.

I mean, even in cuffs
in the back of a car,

this guy kept us all laughing.

Well, now your funny felon
has graduated to murderer.

Just to make sure,
we got an address?

Uh, 440 Vandervoort.

That's The Streeber.

Mr. Reagan,

we owe you our lives.

I'm just happy that you
and your baby are okay.

What's he doing here?

Partner, could you do me a favor
and assist Officer Cosgrove

in assisting Ms. Simmons
out of the building, please?

For real this time.

(clears throat)

What brings you down, Gramps?

Oh, just thought I'd stop by
and see if you needed my help.

Oh, well, thanks.

Not by interfering
with my case, though.

How is that interfering?

Well, she is a witness.

So, I'm a witness, too,
as you keep reminding me.

And besides,
she was the one who stopped me

on my way in to thank me.

Fair enough.

- So, if that's interfering...
- I apologize.

You're not interfering
with my case.

So?

So what?

So what's up with the case?

Well, I'm not really at liberty
to discuss that with you.

(sighs)
- But...

since you came
all the way down here,

we were able to
identify the driver.

Ah-ha, you got prints off
that doohickey like I said, huh?

No, we didn't get prints
off of any doohickey.

We got DNA off the airbag.

That's a new technique
we use nowadays.

Oh, don't patronize me.
I'm not patronizing you.

I'm just telling you
what we did.

And now I got to go.

So, the driver,
does he live nearby?

Yes, he lives nearby,
and you can't go with me.

Who said I wanted to?

So you don't want to go with me?
Course I do.

Right. And no.

See ya later.

I'm just saying,
it had the ring of truth.

Well, you ask me, it had
the ring of excuses.

Then you weren't
really listening.

We get a sob story every
time we make a collar.

Whatever jam they're in,
it's never their fault.

Eddie Janko, I am detecting
a touch of cynicism.

Well, you grow up
with a con artist

who says he loves you
one minute,

and then he empties
your bank account the next.

We didn't have a piggy bank.

My dad had us
open savings accounts.

You people ever do
anything wrong?

You people?
- Yeah.

The churchgoing,

"eating Sunday dinner together"
Reagans.

I can't think of one.

Officers Janko,
Reagan?

Yeah, Reagan.

Don Voorhees.

Gabe Harris's P.O.

Oh, so you did
nab him today.

Who told you that?

I dropped in
to his halfway house.

I heard his roommate talking
about how two unis

nabbed Gabe at his
girlfriend's apartment.

Of course, when
Gabe walked in,

he denied it up and down
and sideways.

Skells, can't believe a word
out of their mouths, right?

Peas in a pod.

The roommate had it wrong.

Come again?

We weren't at anyone's
apartment today.

So he just magically
pulled your names out of a hat?

What she means is,
we did bump into Gabe today,

but it was at 136th
and Amsterdam.

We stopped him for jaywalking.

You summonsed him?

No.
- Mm-mm.

Uh, just like every other clown
in this city,

Gabe was making a video
of himself while he was walking.

He played it back
and showed us that the light

was actually green
when he crossed,

so we had to let him go.

No harm, no foul.

Yeah. Well... (chuckles)

He'll violate in some other way
soon enough. They always do.

And as fellow

law enforcement officers,
I thank you both for your time

and your service.

That guy?

Yeah.

Fellow law enforcement officers?

- Yeah.
- You starting to hear

a ring of truth yet?

Having met him...

you got a point.

(heavy metal music playing)
No surprise.

Streeber hasn't moved up
in the world much.

Still in the same dump
he was in 15 years ago.

Smells like someone's still
cooking the same casserole, too.

Tim Streebinsky!
Police. Open up.

That god-awful music's
coming from inside,

so somebody's here.

Well, maybe he's making
a move for the window.

(music blaring)

Got to say, I was kind of
looking forward

to meeting The Streeber.

- I'm sorry he offed himself.
- That is,

if he actually did off himself.

Pretty sure he's not faking.
No, I mean

if he actually
committed suicide.

It's the receipt
from his takeout.

It was ordered
less than two hours ago.

Last meal?
- Last meal?

He only took two bites.
Besides, I know The Streeber.

I mean, the guy
was always happy.

Even when he got collared,

he had a smile on his face.

He wouldn't do this.
- Reagan,

people get depressed.

And people get murdered.

Anything unusual over there?

Like, other than the fact
that he killed himself?

Like maybe someone staged this
to make it look like a suicide?

Well, there's bruising on
his arms, probably track marks.

Okay, but The Streeber
was a gambler.

He wasn't a junkie.

Is it possible
he got the bruises

by someone manhandling him
when they put him up there?

At this point,
it's inconclusive.

See?

She just said it's inconclusive.
Inconclusive,

meaning not conclusive
in either direction.

So we're gonna treat this
as a homicide.

Hey, box up any personal papers
and electronics, all right?

We got to go through it?

No, I'm gonna go through it.

You're gonna dig deeper
on Jerry Simmons.

She cooked a whole Antifa
recipe: the fake blood,

the sloganeering,
the grandstanding.

(sighs)
- Who is she?

Chrissie's a classmate.

Who is she to you?

A friend.

A friend?

Who's had some troubles,
but who I was trying to help.

What kind of troubles?

She kind of faked a hate crime
against herself.

She kind of faked a hate crime?

I thought she
was past that.

She said she was done
with the disruption

and activism and all of that.

So, this friend,
who kind of faked a hate crime,

you took at her word?

People deserve a second chance.

I mean, how many times
have you...

Lots.

But I checked 'em out first.

I'm sorry. I am.

(sighs)

How'd she play you?

Think, Nicky.

She reached out,

said she was switching
to a journalism major, that...

...that she needed a strong
sample for the school paper.

Well, she got one.
- (sighs)

I feel like such an idiot.

Then remember that feeling
and learn from it.

So what happens now?

Well, she has
a court appearance next week.

She's gonna be charged?

You bet your ass that little
brownshirt's being charged.

No, of-of course she should,
it's just...

Just what?

It was a symbolic action.

Nicky, where are you?

Look around.

I think you're
taking this personally.

A flag, just like that one,
draped your uncle's coffin.

Yeah, it's personal.

To all of us
and to both of us.

You know, maybe The Streeber

was turning over
a new leaf after all.

How so?

Well, these pay stubs
make it look like he went legit

a few years back working for
some land development company.

Vangelis Properties?

Yeah, Vangelis Properties.
How do you know?

The dead husband's e-mails

show his real estate firm
received financial backing

from Vangelis Properties
for a development

at the Brooklyn shipyards.
- Huh.

Then, half a million
went missing.

Mario Vangelis ain't someone
you steal money from.

Who is this Mario Vangelis?

Money launderer,
loan shark, slumlord,

your basic nightmare.

Back when I was at OCCB,

we tried tying him
to a couple murders

and got nowhere.

The guy's got trapdoors
everywhere he goes.

Okay, so then,
is it possible, maybe,

that The Streeber

took a job with Vangelis,
working off his gambling debts

and got tapped for the hit on Simmons?
And got a staged

suicide as a thank-you?

Hey, call it a hunch.

You're really gonna go poke
this bear on just a hunch?

Well, you just said you
investigated Vangelis

for murder yourself, didn't you?

He'll lawyer up
before you can even say hello.

Then we won't say hello.
Let's go.

Every time
I'm in the steam room,

this woman waddles in
without a towel on,

and she plants herself
spread-eagle across from me.

It's like a werewolf
coming through the fog.

Tell the gym's owner.

She is the gym's owner.
(phone rings)

Reagan.

Oh, hey, how you doing?
- (sighs)

Okay. Sit tight,
we're on our way.

Gabe wants to meet.

Well, how does he
have your number?

I gave it
to him yesterday.

'Cause something told me he
had more to say about Voorhees.

- That he didn't want Liza to hear.
- Exactly.

He's working at Falbank Park.

Ooh, that's, like,
three blocks away.

Let's see if I can beat
yesterday's record.

(siren wails)
Did I not mention

how your driving
makes me carsick?

(chuckles)

Mario Vangelis.

Cheap suits,

crap-eating grins,
let me guess, NYPD?

Yeah, you know
the drill.

Yeah, well,
apparently you don't.

Talk to my lawyer.
He does all the talking for me.

Oh, sort of like The Streeber
does all your killings for you?

Who?

The lackey you made
kill Jerry Simmons.

We've met before.

And the pleasure was all yours.

Nah, I get no pleasure
in being hassled

for things that
I didn't do.

So, where'd we meet, sweetheart?

I was with the
Organized Crime Control Bureau.

You were the organized criminal.

(chuckles)

I always liked her.
- Me, too.

Look, you're gonna
sit down with us,

so, why don't we
stop wasting time

and get it over with, okay?
She comes with?

Wouldn't miss it.

I'll give you 20 minutes.
Your place or mine?

Ours. Let's go.

Come on.

- Gabe.
- Hey.

Oh, that was quick.

What'd you want
to tell us?

Look, I've, uh,

been locked up,
so it's safe to say

I've done some things
I'm not too proud of,

but this guy Voorhees,

he keeps pushing me
further down that road.

Like?
- Like, when I was using,

I got good
at breaking into places.

But now Voorhees is making me
do all that stuff for him.

He's making me

plant evidence on other parolees
so he can violate them.

Sometimes it's just
to rip people off.

What am I supposed to do?

This guy's got me
by the balls,

you understand?

I-I don't have any option.
Gabe Harris.

Hands behind your back.

Voorhees. What are
you doing here?

Well, I could ask you
the same question.

- We're patrol officers. We patrol.
- (handcuffs tighten)

And Gabe just failed
his last urine test.

- What? I didn't fail, all right? I'm clean.
- It's a shocker, I know.

I'm clean.
Save it for your hearing.

Look, Voorhees, the way
Gabe tells it, he is clean.

Yeah, we believe him.

Well, you can tell that to
the squirrels. Come on, skell.

The son of a bitch is trying
to keep us from talking to Gabe.

Yeah, what are we
gonna do about it?

So, how long did Tim Streebinsky
work for Vangelis Properties?

- My client declines to answer that.
- Okay.

When did you start to suspect

that Jerry Simmons
had ripped you off?

My client declines
to answer that.

This isn't talking;
it's stonewalling.

This is a cautious man
being cautions.

Well, it's a waste of time.

We agree on something.

Mario, stop talking.

I got a soft spot for her.

Look, all I know,
some mook we hired to park cars

offed himself.

The fact that I know
the guy he killed

in a car accident,
it's a total coincidence.

End of story.
Not another word.

No, please, let him keep
talking himself into a hole.

That's not gonna happen.
Look, sweetheart...

Detective.

Detective Sweetheart,

I came in here
as a courtesy,

but I'm not feeling
much courtesy.

You know what I'm saying?

So our time has drawn
to a close.

You know, I like
you for this.

And when I like something,
I work hard till I get it.

You two can sleep on that.

Oh, I'll sleep like a baby.

Go ahead, say it.

It was a waste of time.

I already did.

Oh, you can't be serious.

What are you doing down here?

I heard you brought
someone in.

You heard? From where?

From somebody down here maybe?

Former PCs hear things.

Former PCs may hear things,

but most former PCs
wouldn't come down here

and start meddling
when they hear things.

How the hell can you call

looking through a
one-way mirror meddling?

'Cause that's what it is,
meddling.

Guys, can we
do this in private?

No, we're gonna
do it right here,

in front of the whole squad
room. Since my grandfather

decides he wants
to babysit me

in front of the whole squad
room-- what is it, Gramps?

You wanted to come down
and tell me that

I did it all wrong? That I
screwed it up? Is that it?

You're putting
words in my mouth.

So it's a no?
I didn't screw it up?

Well, I might have
tried working him

without the lawyer
being around.

Oh, and where do you
suggest I do that?

Down by the waterfront,
Gramps?

I'm sorry, as much
as I would love to,

we can't do things the way
you did in the old days.

Yeah, well, in the old
days, we accepted help

without getting
pissy about it.

- Mm-hmm.
- Especially when we needed it.

Oh! I don't need it.
I have this under control.

Then how come this
guy walks out of here?

He... the same way you're
about to walk out of here.

Good-bye. Don't come back.

What are you gonna
do, arrest me?

(sighs)

It would be the first one
you made in this case.

I love you, Gramps,
but go home. Please.

There's no place
I'd rather be.

Fine.
- Fine.

Out of my way.

(exhales)

I never said not to speak up.

Not in so many words, no.

Not in any words.

And there's a difference between
speaking up and butting in.

Speaking up about things that
people don't want to hear?

As in?

The incident at One PP.

Gee, I was kind of
enjoying Danny and Pop

take shots at each other.

I really hope you're
not gonna sit here

and try to defend that
communist friend of yours.

Not at this table.
Thank you very much.

Okay, hold on a minute.

Finish.

No, I'm not defending her.

She took a legitimate
complaint,

but she voiced it
in the wrong way.

HENRY: She defiled
the NYPD flag.

How is that
a legitimate anything

but a disgrace?
Exactly.

Never mind.
- You brought it up.

I take it back.

ERIN:
Okay, permission

to approach the bench.

Permission denied.

SEAN:
Is there any chance

we could just, you know, eat?

Yeah, this food
is delicious.

It would be nice...
Not gonna happen.

Let's just say for a second,
it was not the police flag.

Let's say it was, um, a refugee

and the flag from her native,
oppressive country.

JAMIE:
Or a Gold Star mother

and the flag
of that Baptist church

that protests
outside military funerals?

Churches have flags?

The noisy ones do.

There a point in there
somewhere?

ERIN:
Yes, there is.

And to quote
your favorite phrase,

"You first need to walk
in the shoes of the other guy

before you pass judgment on
an act of civil disobedience."

DANNY: Okay, but
what did the NYPD

ever do to that
snowflake friend of hers?

To her, personally?

Yes. To justify what she did,

even in your fuzzy
point of view.

Well, I don't...
(makes buzzer sound)

Time's up.

What're you gonna do

next time you see her?

Yeah, you gonna
compliment her?

No.

Walk on by.

Set her straight.

Ask her why.

Or at least point out how she

dissed you in the mix?

Some of all of the above.

Can parole officers really boss
parolees around like that?

ERIN:
Pretty much.

And the parolees
need to comply

if they want to
see daylight again.

So, they can be
searched at random,

told who to associate with.

Seems harsh.
Well, think about it

from Vorhees' side.

If he lets Gabe see Liza
and they get into a fight,

somebody gets hurt or
is killed, it's on him.

And if Voorhees is forcing Gabe
to commit crimes for him?

Well, if you want to
take this on,

you better have some ammo

because the Department
of Corrections does not bow

to the NYPD and nor should it.

Well, if Voorhees
is doing this to Gabe,

odds are he's doing it
to other parolees.

And we call that conjecture.

Uh, you have someone you
can trust in Corrections?

Yeah, and he trusts me not
to hand out his digits.

Look at it from my side.
If I suspect

a parole officer
is abusing his power

and I just let it slide,
what does that make me?

Not going there.

Or you, by extension?

- Derelict of our duties, at least.
- No.

- Text me the guy.
- No.

- You're the best.
- Ja...

(door closes)

So, how was family dinner?

Don't ask.
- Come on.

Henry didn't give you
the cold shoulder?

Was he too busy flinging rolls
at your head?

You know, I'm the one
that should be mad at him.

He just wanted to help.

How? By criticizing
my every move,

like my partner seems
to be doing lately?

You just can't
see the obvious.

Well, if it was obvious,
don't you think I'd see it?

You and your grandfather
get under each other's skin

because you're
exactly alike.

Give me a break.

You know, you've never been
more wrong in your life

and that's saying something.

I think it's cute.

And I think I'm gonna need a new
partner if my current partner

won't stop nagging me

about my grandfather and start
helping me find Vangelis.

Sounds like something
Henry would say.

Get out of my way.

(sighs)

Yo, how long
were you in jail?

12 hours. Totally worth it.

Down with police brutality!

Your live stream's been shared,
like, a million times.

CHRISSIE: And the next thing
we do will have even more

and more and-- I mean, that's
the way it has to be, right?

I heard that.

CHRISSIE (on video):
Antifa says no

to the fascism of the NYPD!

I'll see you guys later.

Hey.

Hey.

Sorry.

No biggie.

You must've
taken some flack.

Yeah, I did.

And I wouldn't have minded,
if you let me in on your plan.

I couldn't.
You're on that side.

(scoffs) Now I'm
really insulted.

What's your
family's business?

(scoffs)
Carpets and flooring.

So, you're all about
carpets and flooring?

You mean, you want in?

I mean I want respect.

That I'm my own person.

You have it.

Do you want in?

Tell me what's going on.

A guy at DOC tipped you?

Senior parole officer told me
that a parolee, Leo Epps,

came in and said that
Voorhees made him do bad stuff.

Was there an investigation?

Uh, no, uh, Voorhees came
walking in, Leo clammed up,

said he made a wrong turn
looking for the john.

Yeah?
- Leo Epps?

He's my son. He's not here.
Know when he'll be back?

No, sorry.
- Hey, hold up.

Hold-hold on a second.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Just want to talk to you.
Did that prick send you?

Hey. Take it easy.
Am I being rousted now?

And by prick, I'm assuming
you mean Leo's parole officer.

Barged in here about
an hour ago, knocked Leo down,

jammed a knee in his back,

told me to wait
in the other room.

What did Voorhees want?
He said Leo's latest drug test

came back positive for weed.

Does your son smoke?

Honestly, yeah.

But Voorhees said he used

Leo's sample
on some other lowlife.

Still, he was gonna bust my boy
if he didn't go

into Rikers voluntarily.

Said Leo had some, uh,
job to do in there.

(exhales)

And you didn't learn
any of this from me.

Vangelis Properties
transferred 250K

to Jerry Simmons' firm
two months ago.

Uh-huh.
- A week later,

Jerry's firm wired it
to an offshore account

in the Isle of Man, adding to
the 200 grand already there.

So, Simmons ripped off Vangelis.
Great, now we have motive.

But nothing that proves
Vangelis forced The Streeber

to kill Jerry and then
staged a suicide.

So we got nothing.

Next time I get a hunch,

use your intuition
and don't listen to me.

Do you remember
what Gormley used to say

when he was our boss?

Yeah, he used to say,

"That wasn't a fart,
my chair's just squeaky."

"If you hit a wall,
climb over it.

If you can't climb over it..."

"Go back to your first witness
and start over."

Oh, no.

No, we are not
going back to him.

Yes.

My grandfather told us
everything he knew.

Or, everything
he thought he knew.

(sighs)

(slaps desk)

(sighs)

If you want it.

Only if you want
to give it to me.

I feel like I owe you.

Nicky, you could never owe me
anything but respect.

And only then,
if I've earned it.

Why do you always have
to make things so complicated?

I don't make them complicated,
they just usually are.

(scoffs)

There's another
disruption planned.

Against the NYPD?

No, not directly, but
anticipating their presence.

That statue of a bull,
down by Wall Street.

Yeah?

To cover it in red paint.

There a date and time?

Tomorrow, lunchtime.

For maximum effect,
with smoke bombs.

Just smoke?

And a million ball bearings
to scatter

to trip up the police.

And their horses.

For the mounted units.

(sighs)

I didn't even think of that.

That's my job.

I'm sorry.

For what?

For getting us involved
with all of this.

That's not on you.

I'm going to have to talk
to some people now,

if you'll excuse me.

- (door opens)
- (sighs)

Gramps.

Daniel.

Look, I, uh, just wanted to
come by and tell you I'm sorry.

What for? I'm the meddler.

No, you're not.

Oh, yeah. I got it
from a very trusted source.

Look, I admit,

I might have flown off
the handle a little bit.

Guess I got nervous having
the former commissioner

looking over my shoulder.

Not what I was trying to do.

I know it wasn't,

but that's what it felt like,

and it felt like that
even more so

because every time
you were looking,

I was screwing up the case.

Not that I saw.

Really?

Danny.

All cases are tough
until they break.

That's the fun of it.

And what more fun,

but doing it alongside you?

Wish all my witnesses had
your eyes and ears.

I mean, you could clean
this whole city up

in the blink of an eye.

Put the whole family racket
out of business.

Well, I don't accept
your apology.

You don't?

No, not till
you accept mine.

'Cause, I, uh...

I barged in without being asked,

and stuck my nose
where it didn't belong.

Okay. Well, apology accepted.

So you think maybe
we could start over?

'Cause I really could
use your help.

Shoot.

Is there anything

that you didn't tell me
about the crash?

Anything you might have
forgotten or overlooked

or slipped your mind?

Even the most
insignificant detail?

No.

All right.

But Whitney did

say something to me
at your squad.

After I told her

that she shouldn't worry because
my grandson was on the case...

Mm-hmm.

...she looked
at me and said,

"Ooh, someone will pay."

Like she knew
who killed her husband?

Or, as if she was planning
to get justice herself.

The wife.

Okay, thanks.

Um, I'm gonna go deal with her
down at the squad.

You want to tag along?

What, and skip the best
meatloaf sandwich in the world?

Nah. You go ahead.

You still got it, Gramps.

Hmm. I do, don't I?

Voorhees.
Glad you could come.

What's going on? Some sort
of emergency, you said,

with Gabe Harris?

Actually, it's more
your emergency.

What are they doing
out of Rikers?

We brought them here.

You c-can't transfer my people!

They're not your people.
Not after Gabe tells

the DOC area supervisor that
his P.O. made him break the law

for his own ends.

You know, Leo's got
quite the tale

of being ordered into Rikers

to shank a fellow parolee.

I want them out of there now!

Hey!
Hands behind your back.

What are you doing?

Ending your reign of terror.

(shouts)
(handcuffs tighten)

You can't arrest me.

Sure can. And detain you

until DOC OSI gets here.

Go to hell. Both of you.

Do me a favor, Janko.

Put our fellow
law enforcement officer here

into the detectives cell,
will you?

Happily.

You know, you're gonna get
your very own parole officer,

and I hope he's just like you.

JAMIE:
As soon as DOC

starts their investigation,

you guys will get assigned
a new P.O.

You'll tell them I didn't
want to stab anybody, right?

Yeah. And Gabe,

I can't guarantee that
you're gonna get to see Liza,

but I'll put in a good word.

Officer Reagan.

Uh, why'd you help out
me and Liza?

You didn't have to do that.

You love her, she loves you?

Yeah.

There's no law against that
I'm gonna enforce.

(exhales)

Going somewhere?

What are you doing here?

What am I doing here?

Stopping you from doing
something really stupid.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Yes, you do.

It was you who opened up
the offshore bank account.

It was you
who wired money to it.

And it was you
who had the stupid idea

of trying to
rip off Vangelis.

Not your husband.

I was just trying to make
a better life for my family.

Yep.

And Jerry was too gutless to do
it, so I had to do it myself.

Yeah, but ironically,
Vangelis thought it was Jerry,

and now he's the one
who ended up dead.

Not you.

Which is why he has to die.

No. You're not
a murderer, Whitney.

But he is.

So what you're gonna do
is tell me everything

you know about Vangelis,

and I'm gonna collar him
the right way.

Please, just go, so I can
do what I came here to do.

I'm gonna go.

But you're coming with me.

Let's go.

Hey.

Do you promise me
you're gonna make him pay?

With a smile on my face.

You ready?

Whoa-ho-ho. Hey!

Vangelis!

Enjoy your freedom.

While it lasts.

So, Dad,

why the sudden urge
to lose at poker?

Gee, now I'm all psyched out.

(bottle thuds)

Thank you.

She is 21.

Well, we were there.

Bad Intel or what?

No, not exactly.

Was what bad Intel?

I'm listening.

Grandpa, after I came

to your office
the other day, I...

Wait. When did you
go to his office?

Oh, let her explain.

Or try to.

There is no "try" on this one.

At least I know
why I got the invite.

I went back
to Chrissie and her friends

and told them to call it off.

You told them to call it off?
Between

the smoke bombs
and the possible injuries

from the ball bearings,

it was a terrible idea.
I couldn't say more,

because then they would
know I told you,

and I couldn't tell you

because they may go
through with it anyhow...

Well, that wouldn't guarantee
they wouldn't try it anyway.

I know you mobilized
your forces.

You know,
all this double-dealing

really made me feel no better
than how she treated me.

I'm sorry things got
so complicated.

They just usually are.

Shut up and deal.

(slides cards)

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