All language subtitles for Blue Bloods - S1E16 - Age of Innocence.en

(orchestra playing waltz)

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I can't believe my mother
made me take out my nose ring.

How do you think I feel
in this penguin suit?

It's better
than this dress.

I look like
a wedding cake.

Actually, it's
kind of hot.

If you like the whole
virginal daughter thing.

Oh, please.

There isn't
a virgin in the room.

Debutante balls
are such a joke.

Screw family tradition.

I wish I was
raised by wolves.

Mom says you and Uncle
Jamie and Uncle Joe

used to play detective
around the house.

Mm-hmm.

So, you always
wanted to be a cop?

Well, actually,
when I was three,

I wanted to be a fireman
for Halloween. Um...

But Grandpa,
your great-grandfather,

said, "As long
as I'm alive,

"no Reagan will ever
wear a turnout coat

"because the FDNY is nothing

but a bunch of thieves
and glory hounds."

His words.

What happened?

Well, Grandpa found me
the smallest blue uniform

he could find and he let
me use his slapper for a day.

I got so much candy
from shaking down the kids

in the neighborhood,
that I decided I never wanted

to take the uniform
off again.

You never did.

Not until
I made detective.

What other questions you got?

Well, Mrs. Eaton says the point
of oral history is stories.

Mmm, well,
Mrs. Eaton's very smart.

I don't have as many stories
as Grandpa,

but I'll see what I can do.

My feet are killing me,

and if I have to smile
any longer, my face will crack.

At least two more hours.

Let's go get high.

Mrs. Carmichael's
watching.

If we get caught, we're gonna
get in pretty big trouble.

You know that, right?

We won't.

(laughs)

Yeah, jail break.

Right under the
warden's nose.

Come out here.
Come out here.

So you've got it?

Tell me you've
got a light.

Do I ever
not have a light?

Here we go.

(door opening)

Hide. Go, go, go, go.
Hide, hide, hide.
Hide, quick.

God.
Who's that?

It's
Mrs. Carmichael.

Quiet,
she'll hear you.

(screaming)

(cell phone buzzing)

Uh-oh.

Reagan.

No. No, no, no.
I'm on my meal right now.

Yes.

Yes, sir.

Forthwith.

I'm going to have to take a rain
check on the interview, kid.

But it's your break.

Well, my break's over.

They found a body
at a debutante ball,

so I'm going to have to go.

It seems the Chief of D's
is showing off for the Trumps.

What, drive all the way
from Manhattan to Park Slope

and come right back?
It'll take forever.

I'm not going to let you
take the train.

Let me come with you.

No. No.

I'm gonna be a cop.
I got to learn sometime.

Nicky, your mother
would kill me.

Grandpa let you ride along
when you were 14.

Yeah, and Grandpa caught
a five day rip when he did.

You'll get ten if you show up
at the scene at midnight.

Please, Uncle Danny...

(sighs)

Just like your mother.
Come on.

Come on.

(sirens wailing,
excited chattering)

All right, Nicky.

In the car
until your Uncle Jamie

gets here to take you home.
You got it?

I told you I would.
All right.

Thank you.

Hey, what do we got?

A cluster.

I locked down the hotel.

Um, they got every
Fortune 500 kid in there,

and they're begging
to let their kids go.

We know if the DOA
is a debutante?

No. There's no I.D.

There's no clothes on
her, for that matter.

Looks like the perp
took the clothes

and dropped them
somewhere else.

I see the vultures from the
press are starting to gather.

You want to have
these uniforms keep them back,

so we don't get a photo op
before we notify next of kin?

Thanks, Jack.
All right.

Hey.

Hey.
Jane Doe's a teenage girl.

Head trauma

and strangulation.
Oh, man. She's young.

MEDICAL EXAMINER:
Yeah. 16, 17 years old.

(sighs)

OFFICER:
Hey, kid. Get out of there.

What are you doing?

Huh? Hey, are you guys
asleep over here or what?

Sorry, sir.
I told you
to wait in the car.

Hey. You get back in the car
and you wait for your uncle.

Get in there!

You guys, keep
your eyes open.

Hey. Sorry I'm
late. Just, uh...

No. It's all right.
Thanks for coming.

No problem.
But is, uh...

You think Erin's
going to...?

She's gonna kill me.
It's all right.

I won't tell her.
What do you mean?

No, no, no. No dice.
You got to...

It's my fault.
I promised I'd stay in the car.

Mom's gonna flip out on you.

Listen, you go home and
you tell your mom the truth.

Okay? I'll call her
myself later.

We'll straighten
it all out.

Deal?
Okay.

All right.
Be good.

Thanks.

Hey, Jamie.

All right, so nobody
recognized the girl.

The place is full.

It looks like we're about
to have the first riot ever,

in the history
of the Social Register.

Oh, rioting rich people.

I'm sure they'll change
their tune

if the DOA
happens to be one of theirs.

No. It couldn't be
one of our girls.

Why don't you just
take a look at the picture,

and see if you recognize her?

No.

Exactly how many debutantes did
you have here tonight, ma'am?

CARMICHAEL:
It's our annual cotillion.

About 50,
from all over the world.

50, huh?

What a tragedy for all
these lovely young women.

We had to stop the ball
before the presentation

of the debutantes.

Oh, yeah.
Well, not to mention the tragedy

of the young woman
who was murdered.

And then
there's that.

You know all these
girls personally?

Of course.

These are society's
most promising young women.

Of course.
Okay.

Take another look.
A real look.

Definitely not.

One of the most
important nights

in this city's social calendar

and it's just been ruined
by some-some nobody.

Probably a street kid.

Yeah. A dead street kid.

She's definitely
not a street kid.

She's in
excellent health.

Yeah, well, you mean,
aside from her being dead.

Good nutrition,
clean skin,

looks like she had
braces on her teeth.

She's somebody's
well-loved daughter.

Okay. So she comes from
a good family.

Somebody report her missing?

You'd think.

I ran her prints
through Missing Persons.

No match.

All right.
Let's take a look.

Forensics come
up with anything

that can help us
I.D. the killer?

Male, from the size
of the hands.

You see the thumbprints on
either side of the larynx?

Yeah.
She's got eight

fingertip bruises
in the back of her neck.

It's up close
and personal.

People are sick.

Well, strangling someone
takes time, and a lot of anger.

Mm-hmm.
Whoever it is

probably knew
who she was.

Whoever she is,
she didn't deserve

to be murdered and
dumped in the trash.

I'll tell you that.

Thanks.

FRANK:
Yes, Baker?

The mayor's new deputy
press secretary is here, sir.

Five minutes early.

Okay.

Miss Connors?

Thank you.
Commissioner.

Sue Connors.
It's so good to meet you.

Nice to meet you.
Welcome to New York.

It's a little bit colder
than Atlanta,

but I'm having a ball.

Please, sit down.

Thank you.

Ah...

So, what can I do for you?

Well, we sent you some material.

We've been inundated
with requests about you.

I've got to tell you,

I've been doing this
a long time, Commissioner,

and I've never seen
such a deluge of media interest.

I am talking about

an in-depth feature
in Vanity Fair,

a fabulous spread in GQ,

and New York Magazine
wants you on the cover.

That would be the
"Ten Most Eligible Men" cover.

Somehow, I don't think
that's for me.

So you've read my proposal.

I did.

(chuckles)

Well, you could have
told me that.

You didn't ask.

I've heard you're publicity-shy,

but like it or not,
Commissioner,

this latest incident
puts you on the national radar.

You're a hero.

Getting shot
didn't make me a hero.

Well, the mayor feels
this exposure would be

very good
for New York.

You mean, the mayor feels
that it might be useful

during the upcoming election.

And that would be useful
for both of you.

May I remind you, you serve
at the mayor's pleasure.

And may I remind you
that I have my own

deputy commissioner
of public information.

Hmm. All due respect,

I don't think
you're being well-served by him.

This meeting's over.

You know what I think?

I have no idea what you think.

I think you're dug
into a position,

and you think it's a sign
of weakness to change your mind.

And I resent
your obdurateness.

Good.

There's no reasoning
with someone like you.

You're walled off,
and you don't even know it.

But I see right through you.

Have a nice day.

DANNY:
I swear, if I got to look

at one more businessman
with a wheelie

getting off an elevator,
I'm going to eat my gun.

Oh, shoot me
first, please.

It'd be a mercy killing.

Oh, tell me about it.

Oh, look.

There's our victim
in the polka dots.

Who's the little redhead
she's arguing with?

She's a hooker.

She works the pervs
who like 'em young.

I know because I remember her
when I worked Vice.

She's about 25.

You got a name?

I don't remember.

All right, well,
the M.E. said

that the-the killer
was probably a man,

based on the
strangulation marks.

Maybe these two had a
little girl-on-girl action

planned for the john,
something goes wrong.

Well, either way, she could be
a witness to a homicide.

(both laughing)

Of course you were.
That was not bad.

You tell a good joke.

See? You're funnier
than you think.

Yeah.

Hey, Renzulli, I want
to report a crime.

Damn tagger
vandalized my gate.

Hey, Nestor.
That's you.

That's a pretty
good likeness.

He made me fat.

Ah, that's terrible.

Kids today.

Do you have any idea
who did this?

Well, if I did,
I'd handle it myself.

I got a Louisville slugger
behind the counter.

Take it easy, Pops.
All right?

Hey, it looks like they,
uh, signed it, too.

Looks like "TMac."

Well, great.
Now you got a name.

MAN:
Checking in, sir?

Uh, actually, checking out
is more like it.

You get a lot of hooker
traffic around here?

Um, what hotel guests
do in the privacy

of their own room
is their business.

Okay, but if, uh, one of those
guests wanted a little help

making that transaction,
they'd probably turn

to a smart guy
like yourself.

It's against
hotel policy

to help guests with
illegal transactions.

Kid, I'm not trying
to roust you here, okay?

I just want to know where
the lonely hearts might turn

if they're looking for
a little jailbait or something.

Normally, that information
doesn't come cheap.

Really?

Well, how about I slap
these cuffs on you

and drag your ass
out of here?

I might mention
Elite Escorts.

They're very discreet.

Good. And if I was partial
to redheads?

Ask for Tiffani.

I'll do that.

(shower running,
knocking on door)

Um, hi.

It's Tiffani.

Maybe I should join you.

You could soap me up,
get me all clean.

I've been a very dirty girl.

It's just a little extra
for water play.

It's not a problem,
is it, Daddy?

Actually, you got two problems.

One is I'm not your daddy.

Second is you're under arrest.

Turn around.

Come on. Turn around.

It's a shame.
You're cute.
(chuckles)

Murder? I didn't kill anyone.

Well, this is you and her

on a hotel
surveillance video,

and that's you
hassling her.

And, coincidentally enough,

she turns up, three and a
half hours, dead in an alley.

So?

So, you tell us what happened,
and we'll go easy on you.

What? I didn't know the bitch.

Then why were you
fighting with her?

That hotel is my turf.

She came in looking all nervous,
dressed like me.

I figured she was working.

So, she's on your stroll.
So she pissed you off?

You're damn right. I got
an exclusive with the bellhops.

Was she a hooker, too?

Well, she said she wasn't.

But I told her
to get off my track.

She acted like I didn't know
what I was talking about.

Well, did she tell you

what she was doing there
at the hotel, then?

She said she was meeting
her boyfriend for the weekend.

She looks a little young
for a romantic getaway.

So do I.
Drives the guys nuts.

Oh.

HENRY:
Morning.

FRANK:
Morning, Pop.

How's that shoulder?

Stiff, first thing.

(sighs)

The mayor's got
a new press secretary.

Yeah?

She's a piece of work.

Wants me to do magazine covers

and personal
interest stuff.

Really? What do you think?

I think it got you
in a lot of trouble.

(laughs)
It got me fired.

Then why'd you do it?

Well, I didn't know
that would be the result.

What I was trying to do

was change the perception
of the city.

You remember how wild it was
before we cleaned it up.

And the mayor thought

that I was trying to upstage him
and take all the credit.

Mayor's trying
to turn me into a hero.

We could use one.

You think I should do it?

Don't put words in my mouth.

Can I tell you something?

I don't think I'm going
to have a choice.

Meaning?
There's something

on your mind, Pop.

Francis, you were circling
the drain

when they brought you
to the hospital.

Not quite.

Life is short.

It's over before you know it.

I'm talking about
grabbing a little bit of it.

Having some fun.

You had a life-changing
experience.

Like losing your wife
and your son?

Compared to that,
getting shot's nothing.

All right, so what have we got?
Our girl comes into town

to meet her boyfriend
at the hotel.

And who is he?
Is he a rich guy from the city?

Or a businessman
out of town?

Odds are, he's older. Maybe
he's married. Maybe he's not.

Never sleep
with a married man.

Don't say that too loud.

The sarge will have
a broken heart.

(groans)

Please.

Anyway, she goes upstairs,
but never comes back down.

Yet somehow she ends up dead
in the alley. How's that happen?

It's too bad they don't have,
uh, cameras on the guest floors.

DANNY:
Yeah, the case
would be solved already.

Can I talk to
you, please?

(clears throat)

Look, I was going
to call you.

Yeah, that would
have been nice.

Instead, I had to hear it from
the principal at her school.

I had to hear about
how she's going around

telling all the other kids
about a murdered girl,

and all the gory details
with it.

Well, she said she was going
to talk to you herself.

That's not the point.

You took my daughter
to a crime scene.

You didn't even talk
to me about it.
Oh, come on.

For what?
A ninth grade school paper?

I thought she was going
to stay in the car.

She's 14 years old.

What 14 year old
is going to stay in the car?

Okay, well, what do
you want me to do?

You want me to cuff her
to the armrest? What?

She shouldn't have
been in that car.

(sighs)

I'm sorry.

If I could take
it back, I would.

I'm sorry.

Great.

She didn't need this, Danny.

(sighs)

I'm feeling like
a meatball sub.

Yeah? Why don't we hit
that deli on Tenth?

That's a good idea.

Hey. Oh. Oh.

Hey. Well, looky here.

TMac, back in
the nabe of the crime.

Hey, Picasso!

Hey, kid! Stop!

I hate it when they run.

Go around. We'll
cut him off.
All right.

Come here, you son of a gun.
Hey!

Stop right there!
You little scoundrel.

Son of a gun.

Hey, Mr. Picasso!

You're mine, kid!

Hey! Hey,
you son of a gun!

Sucker's fast, that kid.

What do you know? A lifetime
supply of spray paint.

And what else?

There you go.

Textbooks.

Bet I know
which he uses more.

Oh.

It's property of Chadmore Prep,
signed out to Mr. Tom Mackey.

"TMac."

I got you, kid.
Dead and stinking.

We have over 1,500 rooms,

and we were fully booked
on Thursday.

JACKIE:
Well, we'll need a list.
That's 1,500 perps.

Or more. The
conventioneers like

to bring their wives
or girlfriends.

Not to mention
the body parts.

The what?

Uh, the prosthetic makers.

They've been playing
practical jokes on our staff.

Room service found a
hand in a dinner trolley.

We really need
the list, please.

Okay.

It's gonna take at least a week

to go through all those names.

Yeah, it is.
(sighs)

Unless... you know, we, um...

leak the girl's photo
to the press.

I'm just saying.
Oh...

Come on. You know the media.

A young girl murdered.
They're gonna eat it up.

I'm telling you. It will be
a national story in 24 hours.

Can't hurt.
And headlines is going

to read,
"The police don't have a lead."

Mmm... We make
the NYPD look bad.

For a minute.

Look, we' can't
find the killer

until we know
who the girl is, right?

Headquarters
is going to be pissed.

Yeah. I got one Reagan
mad at me already.

Might as well double down.

(theme music plays)

REPORTER:
In a breaking news update,

the body of an unidentified
teenage girl

was found today outside
an upscale New York City hotel.

Anonymous sources say
the police have no leads

and have not yet identified
the scantily-clad victim.

Is that right?
Oh, she was abducted by aliens?

All right, I'll tell you what.
Give NASA a call, okay?

Good-bye.
It's your daughter?

This is Detective Reagan.
Are you sure?

Uh-huh.
Okay,
we'll get right back to you.

I'm so sorry.

Go ahead.

And the name's Betsy?

Okay. Thank you.

It's a teacher from Upstate.
Says the girl's name is Betsy...

Betsy Vickers.

Vickers. I was just speaking
to her father from Brewster.

I'll bring her up on DMV.

(keyboard clacking)
Vickers...

Betsy...

Here we go.

16 years old.

She just got
her learner's permit.

(groans)
Her father said she
was his pride and joy.

He's beside himself.

Well, then the M.E. was right.

She said she probably came
from a loved family.

Who would want to kill
a little girl like this?

An animal.

Here you go.

Thank you.

I just... I just
don't understand

what Betsy was doing
in New York.

Where'd you
think she was?

In, uh...

Skiing in Vermont
with friends.

It-It-It was a reward
for her midterm report card.

She's always struggled
with science,

(sobbing): but this time,
she worked so hard.

So you, uh, didn't know
she was missing, then?

No. I...

You know, we told her
to go on the trip.

You know,
have a wonderful time,

all that, and then...

and then we saw
that photo on TV.

Oh. I'm sorry you had
to find out that way.

Did you call at all?
Check in?

I worried. I wanted to call.

But I told him not to.

Let her have some freedom.

(sobbing):
Oh, God.

My baby was dead,

and I didn't even know.

I'm sorry. I can't.

I can't.
JACKIE:
We'll go get some air.

Thank you.

A couple more questions,
okay, Mr. Vickers?

Do you know if Betsy
was dating anyone at all?

No.

She-She had boyfriends,

you know, like kids...

She dated a little bit.

She said most of the guys
just wanted to get drunk

and get to third base.

No. She was at home

every weekend.

Hmm. She go online a lot?

Yeah, like every kid
goes online.

Oh, here's the computer
you asked for.

We brought her yearbook
and some other stuff.

I tried to get on it,

but I don't know the password.

It's okay. We'll have our
tech people take a look at it,

see what they can find.

(girl screaming)

Nicky?

You okay?

What did you see?

(panting)

Hey. Shh.
I had a bad dream.

Okay.

It's over.

There was this man,

and he was chasing us,

and he caught us,

and somebody
was screaming,

and she was
just lying there

with her eyes open.

Okay. It's over.
It's over.

It's...
Somebody killed her.

Okay, sweetie.

Come on.

It's just a dream.

Shh. It's okay.

MAN:
Cracked the password.

Couldn't really find
anything juicy--

excuse me--
on her e-mail account.

It was mostly
just gossip

between girlfriends, but,
uh, I found something

kind of interesting here,
on her SocialGizmo page.

It's a bunch of private messages
between Betsy and this guy,

Lee Huntington.

"If I know what love is,
it's because you taught me."

Ah, very romantic guy.

Yeah. It's just,
like, poetry.

Wait, listen to this one.
"You will be mine on Thursday.

I can't wait
to hold you in my arms."

And choke your neck.

She was murdered on Thursday.
Yeah, she was.

Looks like her prince turned out
to be a frog, right?

Or maybe just
a possessive freak.

Either way,
I think we got a suspect.

Uh, well, actually,
I-I looked him up,

and there's no record
of any Lee Huntington

in any
of the department databases.

There's always a first time.

There's something
about that name.

Huntington.

Huntington.
It's, uh, familiar

because it's one of
the large hedge fund families.

Like, the Black, uh,
Blackstone Group.

Ah. Bingo.

Marshall Lee Huntington

was at the debutante ball,

which puts him at the hotel
on Thursday.

Same night as
our victim.
Mm-hmm.

I like when rich people
do bad things.

Let's take a ride.

We need to speak to
Marshall Lee Huntington.

Please wait here.
I'll go get him.

This guy's gonna miss
his maid in Rikers.

He may end up being
somebody's maid in Rikers.

(chuckling)

You Marshall
Lee Huntington?

Can I help you, Officers?

I'm Detective Reagan. This is
my partner, Detective Curatola.

Excuse me,
but I don't think

you should be having
this conversation

without
Mr. Huntington present.

Who are you?

I'm Howard Markham.
Marshall's tutor.

And this isn't
a good time.

We're in the middle
of SAT prep.

Don't be a
tool, Howard.

Let's see what they want.

I've heard enough
about Lord Myron.

It's Byron. Lord Byron.

And I'm getting your father.

Speaking of names, you
go by Marshall or Lee?

My friends call me Marshall,

but my family calls me Lee.

Why?
Well...

This about that dead girl
at the hotel?

Well, that dead girl has a name.
It's Betsy Vickers.

Do you know her?

No.

Really? Well,
you invited her

to the hotel for a hookup.

What? No.

I was there for the debutante
ball, with my girlfriend.

Or maybe you had
a big night planned.

A little city, and country
action on the side.

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

Don't say another word, Lee.

They have no right
to talk to you.

Howard, you can go.

And you are?

I'm Truscott Huntington.

And what is your business here?

Uh, we're just having a little
chat with your son, sir.

They're asking about
that murdered girl.

You have a warrant?

No.

Then get out of here.

Your son's 18, sir. He can
answer questions for himself.

Go. Learn something, will you?

Well, have a glorious day.

RENZULLI:
No tags on these walls.

I guess TMac doesn't like
dirtying his own nest.

(knocking)

Hey, kid.
Come on out here.

Man. Look, I'm sorry.
I'm really sorry.

Oh, well, if you're
sorry, you know?

Please, please. Don't arrest me.
It's gonna kill my mom.

You should have thought of that

before you were vandalizing
private property.

It's not vandalism. It's art.
It's what I do.

It's my passion.
Good.

Now we got something
to talk about

on the way to the precinct.

Please. Just listen
to me. Please.

Just come in. Let me
show you what I do.

It'll only
take a second.

After that,
I promise, I'll go

wherever you guys want me
to go. I swear to God.

Please!

Okay.

All right.

Yeah, you have 15 seconds.

Let's go.

Come in.

JAMIE:
You did all these drawings?

TOM:
Every one.

RENZULLI:
Yeah?

That's great.

You can pretty up your cell
at, uh, Bridges Juvie.

I got in the School
of Visual Arts early.

Yeah?

I'll be the first one
in my family to go to college.

My two brothers are in jail.

I know I screwed up.

Please. I just...
I just need another chance.

Oh, brother.

Put the cuffs away, Reagan.

You just keep the ink on
the page from now on.

Yes, sir.

Don't make me come back here.

Lucky.

I saw you guys leave here,

but now you're back
here empty-handed.

I told you I wanted
a body. Where you at?

We're close, boss. We are.

We, uh, have
a named suspect

and we're just
connecting the dots.

All right. Good.

I don't know, Jack.

What are you
thinking?

I don't know. I mean,
I know this Lee Huntington kid

looks good for this.
I'm just not sure.

Well, if not him, then who?

I don't know. I mean,
we've got no phone records

of him ever calling Betsy.

Surveillance cameras
don't show him

anywhere near any elevators
going up to any guest rooms.

I mean...
Well, he could have
taken the stairs.

He could have.
My gut just says it's not him.

Famous Reagan gut? Please.

I know. But you saw the kid.

I mean, I kind of believed him
when he said

he didn't know
any Betsy Vickers.

Well, Betsy met Lee Huntington
at the hotel,

and she did wind up dead, so...

Is that a coincidence?

Unless it wasn't Lee.

LINDA:
Bless us, O Lord,

for these gifts
we are about to receive

through your
bountiful hands. Amen.

ALL:
Amen.

And thank you for watching

over Frank Reagan
on that terrible day.

Pass the potatoes.

Grandpa, "please."

I'm sorry, Sean.
Please pass the potatoes.

I would just like things
to get back to normal, okay?

You given any more thought
to that magazine article?

No.

What magazine
article, Dad?

The mayor's trying to hitch his
star to your father's wagon.

Hero by association.

Well, there is
a good story there.

I lit a cigar and got sloppy--
that's the story.

HENRY:
Hey, Nicky.

Cat got your tongue? You haven't
said a word since church.

Yeah, Nick, you doing okay?

'Cause I know
it's a big deal.

What's a big deal?

Nothing.

No. Come on, what?

Yeah, what?

Can we please not talk about it?

Yeah. Why don't we
just concentrate

on our dinner, okay?

Can I please
be excused?

I have to work on
a report for school.

DANNY:
Hey, Nick.

Look, I'm sorry I got
out of the car, okay?

What did I miss?

What do you think you missed?

Oh, come on, Erin.
How long are you going

to stay mad at Danny?
He said he was sorry.

Oh, I don't know.

Maybe until my daughter
stops having nightmares.

She won't even talk to me
about it.

Talk about what?

Shh. The adults
are talking, okay?

She's withdrawn.

And I don't even
know what's going on.

Well...

you know, some of the moms
with teens at school,

they go online to see
what their kids are thinking.

They do?

What did I just say to you?

I tried to friend her.
She blocked me.

So use an alias.

Okay. Rights of privacy?

I'm-I'm an attorney
for God's sakes.

Excuse me.
What do you think...

What did you just say
about a phony profile?

What?
Alias?

Sean wants some milk.

What you working on?

I got to do
this report.

I threw up the first time
I saw a dead body.

You really looking
at that screen,

or are you hiding behind it?

I cried.

(sighs)

I wanted to be a cop so much,
Grandpa.

But I don't think I can.
I'm not strong enough.

You're strong enough.
You're a Reagan.

(sighs)

You're growing up, Nicky.
I'm not going to sugarcoat it.

I've cried.

But I learned pretty quick
that you can't be a cop,

especially a good cop, if you
let your emotions take over.

So... you sit on them.

You push them way down.

I don't know whether
that's a good thing,

but it's a necessary thing.

I had a partner
who always said,

"Cops can't cry,
so that their city can."

Do you pay a price?

I think so.

But it's the price you pay
for the privilege.

You're 14 going on 40.

But you're still 14.

You got time.

But if that's
what you decide you want,

you're my granddaughter,
you're strong enough.

You better give Sean his milk.

I made that up.

(refrigerator door opens
and closes)

DANNY:
Okay, so we're looking
for an alias.

We got two profile pages

supposedly belonging
to the same kid.

One under Marshall Huntington.

The other one's
under Lee Huntington.

Right, but he says
he goes by both names.

Yeah, but if you look
at the Marshall page,

there's nothing connecting
him to Betsy Vickers.

It's the Lee page that's got all
the romancing stuff going on.

I mean, which name did he say
his friends call him, again?

He said "Marshall."
Which makes sense.

I mean, the Marshall page
is... sounds like a kid.

"BTW, homes,
that video made me LMAO."

But now look at the Lee page.

Yeah. It says, "Sorry you had

"a bad day, my friend.

By the way,
I love your profile picture."

Doesn't sound like a kid
saying that stuff.

No.
Especially not this kid.

Yeah, they used
an alias.

Seems like there's two different
people writing this.

Well, somebody was definitely

seducing Betsy Vickers online,

but I don't think
it was Marshall Huntington.

We need to figure out who set up

that Lee Huntington account
on SocialGizmo.

Don't worry about it.
We got wonderboy on the case.

He'll find something.

Hey. I can hear you in here.

Good. Then shut your mouth
and keep working.

Uh, okay,
I think I got it.

Ask you you
shall receive.

What do you got
for us, wonderboy.

The lead account was set up

on a computer
at the Huntington's.

Are you sure?
Yeah. I triple checked.

The billing's going
to Truscott Lee Huntington.

So what?
So the dad kills Betsy

and let's the son
take the fall for it?

I believe that.

The way the guy was looking
at me, he's a predator for sure.

All right. Well, what about
this tutor-- Howard?

I mean, he had access
to the computer, too.

Well, he seems
harmless to me.

Maybe. He's 30 years old,
he's educated

and what does he do
for a living?

He spends all his time
giving his knowledge

to some spoiled
Richie Rich kid.

If he's not happy
at his job, you never know.

And he didn't have
a wedding ring on.

So if you're single
and you're unhappy at work,

you're a suspect for murder?

Let's go take a look
at the hotel registry again.

DANNY:
Hey, Howard.

(door closing)

I want to thank you
for coming down.

We don't want
to waste

too much of your time,
but we need your help.

To be honest,
we want you

to kind of give us the scoop
on the Huntingtons.

I signed a non-disclosure
agreement.

Mr. Huntington could sue me.

Well, that's fine.

We'll just keep everything
between us.

Do you think he did it?

DANNY:
I don't know.

What's he like?

He's a bully.

He's boorish, rude.

He's awful to Marshall.

Calls him, "My moron son."

Well, the school says
he gets straight "A's."

Because he father pays me
to do his homework.

Oh.

That's got to be
frustrating, hmm?

You do all the kid's homework,
you do all the hard work

and he just gets everything
handed to him on

a silver platter.

I feel bad for Marshall.

He'll never know how it feels
to earn something.

He definitely doesn't know what
it's like to romance a girl.

Not without his good looks
and his father's money.

But you know how to romance
a girl, don't you?

I mean the right way.

With words, poetry,
stimulating conversation.

And that's why you set up
the Lee Huntington profile page.

Isn't it?

Yeah. See,
the words gave it away.

Wait, that wasn't me.

Sure it was.

I mean you all but said
Marshall was a dumb brat.

What kind
of dumb brat's

going to go around quoting
Lord Byron and Emily Dickinson?

I mean the poetry, the romance--

it worked.

Betsy fell in love with you.

Well, she fell in love
with Lee Huntington.

And she went to the hotel
that night

expecting to find
some teenage poet.

But instead she found you.

No. I wasn't there.

Yes, you were.

You checked in under the name
George Byron.

That's Lord Byron's
real name.

Yeah, see, we did our homework
and checked the hotel registry.

It was me she was in love with.

I thought she'd understand.

Understand what?

That her teenage
dream boy

turned out to be a 30-year-old
pervert?

I don't think so.

She didn't love you,
and that's why you killed her.

I didn't, I didn't.

Yes, you did.

Because you couldn't handle
the rejection.

So why don't you just tell us
what happened, Howard.

She got upset.

She called me a dirty old man.

She said she was going
to call her parents.

I... I told her it was me
she fell in love with--

me and my words.

I tried to calm her down,
but she fought me

and then she started screaming
and yelling at me.

So I... I didn't...

I just needed to make her stop.

So you choked
the life out of her.

(sniffling)
I just wanted her to love me.

Nicky's very strong.

She's going to be
fine, sweetheart.

I know. I just...
I never expected her

to have to deal
with something like this

on top of everything else
that she's going through.

Well, she's lucky she
has a very good mother
looking out for her.

Nicky's got a lot
of growing up to do.

Who knows where she's
going to end up on this.

A cop.

Why not a doctor or a journalist
or a lawyer?

What is so wrong
with being a lawyer?

What kind of lawyer?

She's... It's going by so fast.

It does. Too fast.

Look, Erin, Danny feels
terrible about this.

MAN: I'll be outside.
Danny...

Miss Connors.

Commissioner.

Please sit.

Uh, this is my
daughter Erin.

Hi.

Miss Connor is the mayor's
new deputy press secretary.

Congratulations.

Thank you.
Nice to meet you.

I didn't mean
to disturb your breakfast.

Yet, here we are.

I just wanted to apologize
for the other day.

There was no need
to make it personal.

Well, it takes two.

And I do tend to dig in.

Nice meeting you.

You, too.

What was that about?

The mayor wants to make
a hero out of me.

She's very attractive.

She insulted my DCPI
and called me obdurate.

Obdurate.

Well... you can be obdurate.

Well, thank you.

Dad, do you think it's time

that you start thinking about
getting on with your life?

You've been talking
to Grandpa.

No, I don't need to talk
to Grandpa to know

that you've been through a
life-changing experience, and...

Let's see-- life-changing.

You mean like going through
a divorce?

You need to get on
with your life.

I asked you first.

And what was the question again?

Do you think it's time you start
thinking about moving on?

How do you know I haven't?

(both laughing)

Hey, Renzulli.

Hey, Nestor, my friend,
how are you? What's up?

I'll tell you what's up.

That damn kid tagged
my store again.

Oh, yeah?

So much
for second chances.

Go on laugh.

Oh, come on, Renzulli, laugh.

Or maybe this time
you won't think it's so funny.

(mechanical whirring)

(laughing)
I told you that kid
had talent.

Is that us?

I think it's us.
Yeah.

I guess he saved the
best for last, huh?

(Nestor laughing)

Fine. When you lost at trial,
it'll be 25 to life.

Always a hard-ass, huh?

Runs in the family, doesn't it?

Yeah, pretty much.

Look, I wanted to come by
and tell you that

I know I screwed up.

And you've got
every right to be mad.

Though I...

I wish you
wouldn't be anymore.

Want to be friends again?

You're such a pain
in the ass, you know.

Yeah, well,
I'm a Reagan.

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