All language subtitles for Blue Bloods - S2E10 - Whistle Blower (2012).en

(whinnying)

You know, horses are smarter
than people.

You never heard of a horse going
broke betting on people.

(laughter)

Will Rogers said that.

We take great pride in the fact
that our best and brightest

have always been drawn to duty
in the mounted unit.

The men and women of
the NYPD Mounted Unit

are our ambassadors to visitors
to this city.

And they have played
a tremendous role

in keeping the peace
on our streets

since the unit was founded
back in 1871.

And I am happy to say that,
that tradition

is in great hands today.

Congratulations, good luck,

God bless you,

and God bless
the United States of America.

(applause)

(phone ringing)

Nice job, fellas.

Hey, Ray. Parker's gonna
have a conniption.

Well, too bad for him.

We've already lost one man
on this job.

I'm not going
to another funeral

because Parker refuses
to abide by the safety rules.

I hear you, brother.

Let's do it.

Sully, we're pulling
everybody off.

Right now?
Yeah. That means now.

(horn blasts)
MAN:
Yo, tell the guys up top.

(horn blasting)

(horn stops)

Go get your signs.

Keep your heads up.

Hey! Hey! What the hell
you think you're doing?!

What does it look like?

I'm shutting your ass down.

I've got 400 yards of
concrete on the way.

Well, you should have thought
of that

before you started getting
our guys killed.

You son of a bitch.
Thank you.

And just so there's
no confusion--

we're shutting down
all your jobs.

Scumbags!

Come on, guys.

Well done.

Congratulations.

I heard you had a great uncle

in the mounted unit,
right, Commissioner?

Teddy Reagan. You must
have heard the story.

No, sir.
Well, legend has it,

Uncle Teddy and his
horse, Dolly, holed up

in a boxcar one night
to get out of the cold.

And as was the case
in those days,

some mounted cops had
a flask in their boot.

Long story short--

Teddy and Dolly wake up
rolling into Pittsburgh

just in time for sunrise.

Needless to say,

that was the end of the
glorious Reagan affiliation

with the mounted unit.
Uh, Commissioner,
can I...?

Excuse me. I got to
get back to work.

Well done.
Thank you, sir.

Welcome back
to the 21st century.

Our Social Media Unit
picked it up about an hour ago.

Who was the cop,

and when did it happen?
His name's Acosta.

Assigned to the 5-4.

Apparently it happened
yesterday afternoon.

Let's get his C.O.
up to my office.

Mmm, thank God for wine.

You know, the
night we met,

if it wasn't for that bottle
of red I drank at dinner,

I never would have
asked you out.

Yeah, but I did say no.

You did, but the
ice was broken.

And after that,
you became a goal.

Like a site you had to organize?
Hey, ten years
and three kids later,

I'd say my campaign
was a success.

Happy Anniversary.

Happy Anniversary.

The waiter was nice.
He was good.

He deserved the tip.

I'm stuffed.

That veal was amazing.

(gunshots, woman screams)

Ray?

(screaming)
Ray?!

Help me!

All right, let me get this
straight-- guy runs up,

pops off four shots,
a dozen witnesses,

but nobody gives
a description?

Perp wore a mask
and gloves.

Oh, boy.

Let me guess-- he didn't say
around for a celebratory drink.

What else you got?
He parked a late-model sedan

around the corner.
He got in it and drove off.
We get a plate?

A partial. We're running it
through RTCC

and checking LPRs citywide.

What a way to end
a night on the town, huh?
Meet your vic.

Ray Milo: Organizing
Director Local 9056.

Concrete guys, great.

Rough bunch. More like
a tribe than a union.

Mob hit?
Hey, in that racket,

it wouldn't be first time,
Lieutenant.

Excuse me.

(sobbing)

He bought me this dress...

for our anniversary.

Now look at it.

I'm very sorry, Mrs. Milo.
(clearing throat)

Yes, this is my partner,
Detective Reagan.
Mrs. Milo,

I'm sorry for your loss.

Look, is there anything
you could tell us

that could help us find out
who did this to your husband?

Any problems your husband was
having on the job? Anything?

Ray's job was to make
contractors' lives miserable.

He was good at it.

He received threats,
but he laughed them off.

Called it business as usual.

Anything recently?

He never said much about it.

He told me not to worry
about a thing.

"Don't worry about it."

It was his mantra.

Maybe I should put
it on his gravestone.

That's okay.
Go ahead.
I'll take her home.

Excuse me.

You riding homicides again?
No, that's not
why I'm here.

Was it bring-your-sister-along-
to-work-day and nobody told me?

The victim, Ray Milo, was
a confidential informant.

Who was he working for?

He was working for me.

Well, this isn't looking like
a quiet little homicide.

What exactly were you
working on with this guys?

I was building a
racketeering case

in the construction industry.

Crooked contractors
and unions.

So what was Milo's role?

He was wearing a wire on
his boss-- Dennis Driscoll.

Runs the local 9056.

Dennis Driscoll--
I heard of the guy.

He was like a union reformer
back in the day.

Supposed to be a good guy.

He's not a good guy anymore.

How'd you get Milo to flip?
I didn't. He came to us.

He was upset about what
he believed Driscoll was
doing to the union.

Last week
I convinced him

to wear a wire,

and tonight he's shot dead
in the middle of the street.

Okay, hold on.

Don't start blaming yourself
for this, all right?

There's a hundred
and one reasons

why this guy could have
got dead tonight.

Maybe it's just as coincidence.

I'm not a big believer
in coincidence, Danny.

(laughing): Man, he bitch-slaps
that old guy.

Let me see that again.

(laughing)

Reminds me of the time I caught
a guy for petit larceny.

He resisted-- I bounced his head
off a panel truck.

(laughter)

Regular comedy festival
over there.

You think this
is funny, Sarge?

I think it's lousy.
(laughter)

That's why I tell you...

Always assume
you're being filmed.

Yep. When I came
on the job,

the only people on the streets
with cameras

were journalists and tourists.

Now, forget
about it.

(phone ringing)

New phone?

No, I still
got the old one.

Come on.

Let's go get
our picture taken.

(elevator bell dings)

As you were.

How wide has
the video spread?

YouTube, Drudge,
all of them.

The TV networks are at least
calling for our side,

but they are going to run it.

Captain Browne--
the officer's C.O.--

is waiting for you
in your office, as requested.

Good to see you, Brownie.

Thanks for coming down.
You're welcome, Commissioner.

Please sit down.

I read
Officer Acosta's file.

Tell me about the man.

Solid, committed, proactive.

Good example to the young
officers on the job.

What's his status
right now?

He's on modified
assignment, sir.

Has I.A. talked to him?
They have, sir.

What is Officer Acosta's account
of the incident?

It's in the 49, sir.

I'd like to hear it from him.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

I'm Dennis Driscoll, the
business manager for the union.

Detective Reagan. This is my
partner Detective Curatola.

Guys, hang in there.
I'll be right with you.

I was at my grandson's
basketball game

when I got the call.

Ray Milo--

he was not only my
organizing director,

he was my good friend.
We mourn him.

His wife said there
were threats.
Ray was a hell of a union man.

As well as his work, which
is organizing job sites,

these companies have to pay
good wages and benefits.

And let's face it, there aren't
a lot of these contractors

who like to share.

We heard he had a beef
with a contractor yesterday.

Yeah. He was a point man
on Parker/Rollins.

We shut them down.

A guy died in a
wall collapse,

and Parker refused to correct
the safety problems.

This guys Parker--

he ever get violent
with anyone?

Nah. He's more of a
telephone tough guy.

He's real big on hollering.

But, this business, you always
have to look over your shoulder.

Exactly how much is this
shutdown costing Parker?

Half a dozen sites--
it's got to be three a day.

Three what?

300,000.

Wow.

Yeah, I want to get a wire up
on Sullivan.

No, right away.

Yeah, okay.

Reagan, hey.

How you doing?

A lot better than Ray Milo.

Yeah.
Or his wife.

We need to make sure that leak

did not come from this office.

Hey, Milo could've told a
hundred people he was informing.

His pals, some drunk
he met in a bar, who knows?

We need to make sure.

I want to dump the phones
of everyone

in this office
that knew of Milo's status.

I've been running the
Rackets Bureau for six years.

I've seen informants
refuse to testify,

turn out to be
pathological liars,

commit felonies while supposedly
working for the good guys.

But I never had one
outed by this office.

Well, Ray Milo was not
some craven bad guy

who was selling out his pals
to save his own ass.

He was a good guy.

And by the way, he came to us;
you remember that?

Fine. Get me a list of everyone

who had access to the fact
that he was working for us.

Two investigators,
the paralegal,

my secretary, me and you.

I want to LUDs and tolls
on everyone.

Okay.

Including you.

And I'd feel left out
if you didn't.

You know you're entitled to have
representation here with you?

Yes, sir,

but I don't want
any representation for this.

FRANK:
Okay, fine.

Tell me what happened.

I approached a male white
for openly smoking marijuana.

I told the subject to put it out
and to produce identification,

at which point the subject
grabbed for my weapon, sir.

So I stepped back and swung,
hitting him with an open hand

and driving him to the ground,
where I cuffed him.

You're sure he was
going for your weapon?

Well, yes.

In-in the moment, I was.

And you're sure you didn't
use excessive force?

As I said, sir, I thought
he was going for my weapon.

I can vouch for Officer
Acosta's professionalism, sir.

Officer Acosta,
you have had

six civilian complaints
filed against you

in the last two years.

Yes, sir.

The 5-4 is a
busy house, sir.

Five were dropped,
one for verbal abuse,

which was a load of bull.

You had to be there,
sir, but it...

But I wasn't there.

As I wasn't there
during the arrest on the video.

So I have to deal

with what I can see.

Yes, sir.

Hang in there.

(car horn honks)

(men chanting)

(clamoring)

All right.

No scabs here, guys.

No scabs here, all right?

Look at the shoes.

We're not scabs.

Maybe they can
bring this rat

over to my ex-husband's house.

Is he that bad?

Yeah, he actually is.

Mr. Parker.

Detective Reagan. This is my
partner, Detective Curatola.

We'd like to speak to
you for a minute, sir.

(chanting continues in distance)

Yeah, what can
I do for you?

Gentleman you had
a dispute with

ended up dead a few hours later.

We'd like to talk
to you about it.

Yeah. Can we
step over here?

Yeah, why don't you
step right over here.

Yeah, we've heard
there's been

some arguing going on, you know,
some, uh, verbal altercations.

(chuckles):
I mean, come on.

I-I scream bloody murder
all day long.

You know, I mean, you would,
too, if you were in my shoes.

These damn union bloodsuckers.

We're in a union.
Well, I'm happy for you.

So what do you want from me?

You want an alibi, my
lawyer's phone number, what?

First, I'd love for you
to drop the attitude.

Secondly, I'd like to know
where you were last night

when Milo was shot.

I was at the Contractor's
Association Dinner

at the Waldorf.

Can anyone corroborate that
for you?

Like, a thousand contractors.

Who, by the way, if they
would've announced the news

that Milo had been killed,

I think there would've been
a standing ovation.

You probably would've
led the applause.

(knock on door)

Hey.

Figured you might be hungry,
so I brought you

some of your favorite Italian
from Reda's.

Great. I'm famished.

I haven't left this
office for hours.

Yeah? You come up with anything?

Been checking
the phone records

of all my people
who knew about Milo.

What about you?

Eh, not much, either.

I got a partial print
on a shell casing,

we got a... message
out on the shooter's car,

and I had two lovely
conversations--

one with Parker
and one with Driscoll,

who both, of course,
say they didn't do it.

They're two beauties,
aren't they?
Yeah.

We suspect that Parker's been

kicking back to Driscoll
for years.

Well, if either one of them knew
Milo was cooperating with you,

that's motive, but they both
have solid alibis, so...

If they did do it,
they hired it out.

(door opens)

COREEN:
One second.
Miss, please.

I'm so sorry, Erin.

No, it's okay.

Mrs. Milo, this is
Detective Reagan.

Sure. We met the night
you killed my husband.

Hey, come on,
that's enough of that.

Mrs. Milo...
Oh, just shut up!

I don't want to hear
it. It's all crap.

(sniffles)

I found this in Ray's things.

It has your name on it.

Seems like he was

taping your little meetings.

ERIN (over tape):
Ray, we need to get
Driscoll on tape.

It's the only way.

It's the right thing to do.

You know that.

You can do this.

MILO:
I'm not worried about me,
but what about my family?

What if something happens?

ERIN:
Nothing is gonna happen.

Your family is gonna be fine.

It's my job to protect you.

(tape clicks)

So, because you suck
at your job,

I'm a widow
and my kids have no father.

Hey, what do you got?

We pulled video from around
the abandoned getaway car.

Check this out.

When was it?

About an hour
after the shooting.

All right,
clothes fit the description.

Can't make out
this guy's face though.

No, TARU said they can't
enhance it any more though.

All right, well, if
you knew the guy,

you could probably
recognize him, right?

Yeah.

Great.

Hey, I need to see you.

Ma'am. Come on.
Hey.

Don't you "ma'am" me.

Next time,
it's gonna be a summons.

Really?
Yeah.

(phone ringing)
And then what are
you going to do,

beat me like you beat
that poor old man?

Yeah?

Regular tough guys,
smacking a man

twice your age.

JAMIE:
Sure thing.

Catch you later.

Only guys with
two cell phones

are either drug dealers
or bookies.

Come on, what's going on?

I can keep a secret.

I can keep a secret,
too, Sarge.

Trust me on this one?

WOMAN:
Hey.

We're watching you.

She's watching you.

She's watching you.

(both chuckle)

There's even
a music video version now,

set to "Another One
Bites the Dust."

You want to see it?

No, I don't want to see it.

Do we know who's behind it?

It was first posted

by Jerry Randall.

Remember him?

Somebody still
paying him to write?

He's blogging out of his
basement in Forest Hills now,

but he's still the
same ol' Jerry,

telling it
like it isn't.

Guy's probably costing them more
in lawyers' fees

than he ever made them
in circulation.

Still, I always

kind of admired his brass.

Not sure the feeling's mutual.

And he's been asked
for the unedited version?

And refused.

That's just Jerry doing his job.

And how would you like me
to do mine here?

If I may make a suggestion?

Please.

You need to think
outside the box.

Hey.
Hey.

Hey, you know the, uh,

construction racket.

Tell me if you can

make out who
this guy is.

Oh. Uh-oh.

Man, you don't
pay me enough.

Really?

I didn't make that
gun collar go away,

you'd still be in
the joint right now.

Yeah, but I'd be breathing,
plus three hots and a cot.

Telling me you're afraid
of this little guy?

How about a raise?

Call it hazard pay.

How about I plant
a piece on you

and drop you off
at Central Booking?

You ain't that kind
of cop, Reagan.

Sometimes I
wish I was.

Look, I really need
this one. Come on.

Give me something.

Billy Reese.

Third-generation
goon, at least.

I was up in Lewisburg
with his old man and his uncle.

Legitimate tough guys.

Nobody ever
looked funny at them.

Even the made guys
called them mister.

These Reeses,
they tend to come down

on the side of labor
or management?

Depends who pays the most.

They sell muscle and mayhem.

And they like it so much
they even do pro bono work.

Great.

Where can I find
this Reese character?

The Reeses are out
of Throgs Neck.

They never go too far
from the water

unless they're going
to hurt someone.

They own a joint up there
called, uh, the Sun Bright.

Small businessmen, huh?

Yeah, rumor has it they
made the previous owner

an offer he didn't live
long enough to refuse.

(engine starts)

Right. Stay out
of trouble.

Take it easy.

(tape winds, clicks)

MILO (over tape):
I'm not worried about me,

but what about my family?

What if something happens?

ERIN:
Nothing is gonna happen.

Your family is gonna be fine.

It's my job to protect you.

(tape clicks, winds)

MILO:
I'm not worried about me,
but what about my family?

What if something happens?

ERIN:
Nothing is gonna happen.

Mom?

(tape clicks)

Did you really get a man killed?

Nicky...

I overheard you talking
to Uncle Danny on the phone.

I know what's being said
between the lines.

There was a man...

that was helping me make a case.

An informant?

Yeah.

You cared about him.

I can tell.

Yeah, he was, uh...

very nice.

Are you going to catch
the man that killed him?

I hope so, honey.

This is Throgs
Neck, huh?

Only people I ever
met from here:

policemen, firemen,
hard hats and gangsters.

Yeah?

Well, my chiropractor's
from here.

(sighs)

That and most of the Local 9056.

Well, looks like we got
the place to ourselves.

Bottle's cold.

(door opens)

(door closes)
Yo, we're closed.

So what are you doing here?
I work here, tough guy.

Yeah? We're going to need to ask
you a few questions, tough guy.

Hey!

Hey! Hold on!

Hey!

Come here!

Come here.
(coughing)

(yells)
Oh, my arm!

Ow, my arm! My arm's broken!

What, this one,
Evel Knievel?

Huh?

Shut up. On your feet.

JACKIE (over intercom):
You're going to have to do
better than this, Billy.

Come on, do yourself
a favor, here.

So all you got on this guy

is leaving the abandoned
getaway car?

I got him leaving
the abandoned getaway car,

he fits the description
of the shooter,

he had a pocketful of
stolen credit cards.

This guy's dirty.

Okay. That's a long way
to a murder conviction, Danny.

We like him for
the shooter, Erin.

The fact that he is
a member of local 9056

at least ties him to
Milo and Driscoll.

(sighs)

JACKIE:
All right.

I'm gonna try this again.

Where were you Thursday night?

I don't remember.

(door closes)

But, uh... I kind of wish
I was with you.

Mmm.

You are pretty hot
for an old lady.

(Reese laughs)

Did you know Ray Milo
was shot to death?

REESE (over intercom):
Uh, there's a rumor
going around.

Poor Ray.
(clicks tongue)

He was a nice guy.

Do you also know we
have pictures of you

leaving the getaway car?

And the description of the
shooter looks a lot like you.

Must've been
a handsome bastard,

this, uh...
mysterious shooter.

DANNY:
No, actually he was
a sawed-off runt

whose life never amounted
to squat.

That's the description we got.

And guess what?

Now he's facing
the death penalty.

New York ain't no
death penalty state, so...

Really, boy genius? Well.

We can make your case federal
with a simple phone call.

Say hello to the assistant
district attorney.

(whistles)

It is raining hot mamas in here.

Man, tell me you're not
tapping some of this.

The only thing I'm gonna be
tapping is the glass wall

at the death chamber,
when they're about to give you

the hot shot, you got it,
jackass?

(laughing)
Yeah, keep laughing.

I'll make sure you wave to you.

I ain't got nothing to do with
this, so keep laughing, too.

ERIN: Would you like to hear
some of the crimes that quality

under the federal
death penalty statute?

Retaliatory murder of a witness,
victim or informant.

Check.

Murder for hire.
Check.

Murder involving
a racketeering offense. Check.

Do you need to know what
"racketeering" means, Mr. Reese?

I ain't no snitch. Yeah.
Really?

Is that going to be your grand
accomplishment in this life?

(laughs)

(door opens)
Wait. Wait.

Wait.

Nah, I'm just messing with you,
sweet cheeks.

(Reese chuckling)

You know what I got?
What?

I've got my shooter,

and a clear path
to the death penalty.

So if you want to sit here
and be a tough guy, it's fine.

I'm gonna go home
and get some sleep.

(door opens)

I was up with your boss...

Just checking in.

I'm fine, Dad.

It's not my first tough case.

I had this informant, and
I saw him at Yankee Stadium.

Dad, I...
So I tried to pass on by,

pretend I didn't know him,

but he had a couple
of pops in him, stops,

gives me a big hello,
shakes my hand.

Three days later he's shot dead.

Déjà vu.

Was it because of me?

Erin, this is
the business we're in.

You can't make it personal.

Yeah, but Ray Milo wasn't
a perp trying to buy a break.

He was a whistle-blower
trying to do some good,

and all he's got now is a widow
and some fatherless kids.

Well, beating yourself up
isn't going to do him any good.

I know.

I'll leave you to it, then.

Dad?

My boss is in Washington today.

Oh.

You want to make amends,
catch his killer.

(door opens)

(door closes)

(whispering):
Stay here, okay?

ERIN:
Mrs. Milo.

You haven't returned
my phone calls.

I just wanted to let you know
that we arrested a man

we believe shot your husband.

That's just great for you.

It's a real feather
in your cap, I bet.

That don't bring my Ray back.

But still, I thought
you might want...
BOY: Mom?

You get the hell away from
what's left of my family.

Get away and stay away!

All the good you did my Ray.

Now go on! Go!

Nobody wants you here!

Don't come back!

We don't need your help!

Don't call, and
don't come back!

Just stay away from us!

So if I told you that Jack

flushed my army men
down a toilet,

it would make me
an informant?

No. No. If you snitch
on your brother,

that makes you a tattletale.

Ah, ah!

Nice try, though, Sean.

But if someone is
really doing something wrong,

it's not tattling if you
tell a grown-up about it.

FRANK:
Everybody's gonna know
what you did anyway.

The way things are going,
every move they make's

gonna be recorded
by a camera somewhere.

Everything?

So always tell the truth.

JAMIE:
Think about it.
All the surveillance we have

keeps the streets safe
and makes our jobs easier,

but it's a double-edged sword.

DANNY:
I don't know. You got nothing

to hide, you got nothing
to worry about.

JAMIE:
Well, we don't know if this

Officer Acosta had something
to hide or not yet, right?

Yeah, but he's being tried
on a zillion screens

because of that video.

Yeah, I saw an Auto-Tune remix
of it on Gawker this morning.

I don't even want to know
what that is.

Big Brother is watching.
Exactly, but...

now everybody has access,
so everybody's watching.

Well, I don't know what you
call it, but it's not progress.

Still say you got
nothing to hide,

you got nothing to worry about.
FRANK:
Okay, Danny.

Did you know that I.A.
had a hidden camera

in the interrogation room
in your precinct?

For a split second...

(laughing)

Busted!

(laughing)

Who's busted for what?

Danny. For sainthood.

Boy, in what world
does that exist?

Hey, Mom.
Hi, honey.
I'm sorry I'm late.

HENRY:
Pass the butter, please.

That's better.
Better than what?

Better than the rest
of my day so far.

I'll get you some wine.

Oh, I can get that, Frank.
No.

You're busy
being married to a saint.

(Henry chuckles)

HENRY:
Got you again.

What?
Got you twice.

JACK:
Dad's a saint.

Hey.

JACKIE:
Hey.

What's going on?

Well, I've been running
through the activity

on Reese's stolen credit card.

Uh, this guy's
been living it up.

A half dozen bars,
restaurants,

and three massage parlors.
Well, you know,

even hired killers need a little
stress relief from time to time.

Check this one out, though.

Liquor store, 30 minutes
after Milo was shot.

A liquor store, huh?
Mmm.

Looks like he went for that
celebratory drink after all.

Great. Let's go
check this place out.

Yeah.

Hey.

What's up, sis?

Uh-oh. You got that look
in your eye.

I went to see the wife,

yesterday, before dinner.

Okay, you really
need to stop wallowing.

Well, I was wallowing,
but I went to see her,

and it didn't register
with me right away,

but I told her that
we had arrested someone

for killing her husband.

And?

And nothing. She didn't
even ask me who it was.

I mean, wouldn't you
be a little curious?

Well, yeah. I mean,
I suppose I'd be curious.

But didn't we
check the wife out?

Yeah, we checked her out,

and there's no history of
domestic problems, no 911 calls,

no new insurance policy.

I had our tech guys dive into
the Milos' home computer.

Someone had Googled divorce
lawyers two dozen times.

Well, you know,
it could've been Milo.

Most of the time stamps
show that he was with me.

Okay.

I'll check out
the liquor store myself.

You two see what you can
dig up on the Merry Widow.

Yeah, right.

So, regift it, Jerry.

You must know somebody
who has respect for the NYPD.

Never said I didn't.

Not in so many words.

But actions speak louder than.

Is Reagan really
stopping by?

He's the one who asked me
to invite you up here.

I'm not giving up my reputation
for a swag bag

and a handshake
from the commish.

Nobody asked you to.

Hello, Jerry.

Thanks for coming.
No biggie, Commissioner.

This building's been my beat
for a long, long time.

I know that.

I just wanted to thank you,

personally,
for bringing that

video to the public's attention.

(laughs)
Wh... seriously.

Well, listen.

You know I haven't always agreed
with your take on things,

but for once, you and I
are on the same side.

Well, I just thought people
have the right to know.

FRANK:
And to have complete confidence
in their police force, so...

I want you to know
that I'm seeing to it

that Office Acosta
is held accountable.

Well, that would be
the right thing to do.

FRANK:
Now, the district attorney

is taking the case
to the grand jury, so of course

to present the case,
he will need the original tape.

Okay.

The full, complete, unedited

original tape.

And this...

...is a subpoena for that tape.

The unedited tape.

(paper rustling)

Well, I-I, uh...

guess I can check through
my files.

Great. You want to run home
and get it?

I'm sure we don't
need to remind you

what it means to ignore
a grand jury subpoena.

Thanks for stopping by.

You guys...

Wow.

Thought you'd want to be
the first to know.

From the Dumpster

behind Laddie Liquors,

right where Billy Reese stopped

30 minutes after Ray Milo
was shot.

You tie it to Reese
and the shooting?

Not yet, but I'm a betting man.

What about you and Jackie?

You come up with anything
on Mrs. Milo?

Ran her credit cards.

She's been checking
into the Winston Hotel

under her maiden name.
Nice place.

She has good taste.
Yeah.

Reese thought so, too.
Reese?

Some of the charges
on his stolen credit cards

are from the lobby bar
at the Winston Hotel.

Huh. A killer and a lover.
Or a killer

hired by a lover.

Which could mean that Ray Milo
was not killed

because he was your lackey.

You may be off the hook
after all, sis.

Go find out?

I'm all over it.

What a sad sack.
Mm-hmm.

Do we really think
that Jenna Milo

slept with this
potato head?

Ooh. No way.

She'd definitely
be trading down.

Definitely trading down.

(groaning sigh)

Let's not tell him
we think that.

No.

Mmm.

Well, it's nice
to see her again.

But I'll tell you, I am sick
and tired of sitting here

for a stolen credit card.

Why don't you
ship me to Rikers

and go hassle
some real criminals,

like someone who was, uh,
jaywalking or something?

(chuckling)

Yeah, funny guy.
Yeah.

How long you think that smile's
going to be on his face?

I'd say ten, 15 seconds,
depending how fast you speak.

Well, we got good
news and bad news.

The bad news is we found the gun
right where you left it

behind Laddie Liquors with
your fingerprints on it

in the Dumpster

with the ballistics
matching the murder weapon.

Good news is-- we decided
to drop the credit card charges.

So I guess today's
your lucky day.

So, laugh it up
now, fun boy.

No, no, um, you know
that lady D.A.?

Maybe I want to talk
to her again.

Well, that deal
is off the table

'cause you got nothing
to offer in trade.

No, she wanted to know
who hired me.

Well, nobody hired you, right?

I mean, she must have been
misinformed.

You said nobody hired you,

so that means you did it
all by your lonesome.

Yeah, but what do I got
against Ray Milo?

The fact that you want his wife.

(chuckles)
I don't even know his wife.

Sure you did. You met her
at the Winston Hotel.

I mean,
we know you were there.

You remember the stolen
credit cards, right, Einstein?

We also know she was there
at the same time.

See? Two plus two.
And we also know

that you do like hot mamas.

I mean, you did
tell us that.

Yeah, and you love them
hot mamas, don't you?

See, you did
it solo,

so you go down solo.

You got nothing to offer,
so you get no deal.

All right, wait.

Okay, I was at that hotel.

But I wasn't
meeting her.

Man, he must have been
upstairs tapping her.

Then he came
downstairs.

Yeah, and he met me in the bar.
Hey.

What are you talking about?

Who was tapping Ray Milo's wife?

I get that deal--
no death penalty?

You give us something real,
maybe you get a deal.

Now, what are you talking about?

Real enough.

He paid me ten grand.

Who are we talking about here?

Driscoll?

The construction guy.

Parker.

DANNY (over phone):
Parker, the contractor.

Parker?

Yeah, look,
whatever kind of dirty dealings

this Driscoll guy had going on,

Parker obviously had
dirty dealings

going on of his own,
and as an informant,

Milo could have brought
either one of them down,

but only one of them is sleeping
with Milo's wife-- Parker.

Bring him in.

No. Hold on.
Parker's not some kind of punk.

Okay? He's not a Billy Reese
type of character.

He's going to come in
with serious lawyers.

You got to be ready for that.

Yeah, and I'm a pretty good
lawyer myself.

How did Parker know
that Milo was wearing a wire?

Well, how else would he know?

Mrs. Milo.

I want her.

BROWNE:
Ten-hut!

(Frank speaking
indistinctly)

(continues indistinctly)

Yes, sir. Yes, sir.

Commissioner Reagan
has some new information

he'd like to share with you.

As you were.

The unedited video of
the incident in question

is being disseminated to all
media outlets as we speak,

but I wanted
Officer Acosta--

and all of you-- to
hear it from me first.

The full version makes it clear

that Officer Acosta
acted professionally

and in a manner that
reflects well on all of us.

Couple of takeaways here.

First, I want you to know this.

If you do your job correctly,
I will back you to the hilt.

Always.

Secondly,

cameras are everywhere.

It's the world we live in.

But if your first duty
is to protect the public,

right behind it is your duty
to get back here in one piece.

And how you
look on film

is way down the list.

Captain?

Officer Acosta.

Front and center!

You're restored to full duty.

Thank you, sir.

Be careful out there.

(applause)

(door opens)

(door closes)

What are you doing here?

The cops told me they wanted
to give me an update.

I've been wondering
about your husband's case.

Keep asking myself,
did I push him too far,

too fast, to a place
where he couldn't go?

Well, he's dead
because of you, isn't he?

My daughter...

she asked me

if I was responsible
for getting a man killed.

That is a hell of a question
to hear your kid ask you.

But it's okay.

'Cause I can tell her,
"No, I'm not."

But you can't really
say the same, can you?

(laughing)

You must need a psychiatrist.

What the hell
are you talking about?

We know everything.

I should sue you people.

We know about
the Winston Hotel.

I get my hair cut there.

There's a salon.

Yeah, Vittore's. I know.

I've... I've had my hair
done there.

We'll check
with their records

and see how often
you go in.

It's probably not as often
as you register

at the front desk of the hotel
under your maiden name.

So when we show
your picture

and Ron Parker's,
do you really think

that no one's going to put
the two of you together?

So... I had an affair.

With the man
who murdered your husband.

That's crazy.

We have the guy he hired.

He told us Ron Parker hired him
at the bar of the Winston Hotel.

Ron Parker is a good guy.

And your husband wasn't?

He was working for you.

He told you that.

He trusted you,

and you ran off
and told your boyfriend

'cause you knew
what he would do.

No, I didn't.
You told him

because you knew
he would kill your husband

to keep himself out of prison.

You chose that crook
over your husband.

I don't know
what fancy-ass place

you grew up in,
but where I come from,

there is nothing worse
in this life than a rat.

That rat...

was the father
of your children.

He stood up for what was right.

And where I come from,
that means everything.

Pick up
that punk Parker.

That's my kid sister.

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