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(indistinct conversations)

Kinda looks like
a serial killer.

(chuckles)

It's a self portrait.

Okay, I'm just saying.

Sean, I love it.

I love the colors
that you used.

It's really good,
don't you think?

Mm-hmm.
No.

Yeah, it's good.
Joanne, hey.

Hi.
How you doing?

Hi, Mike.

Danny, you remember

Joanne, right?
How you doing?

Hi.

And Chris Keenan.

The cop, right?

Detective.
You on the job?

FDNY.

Ah! Good. Good.

Remember, Dad,

you said firefighters
sleep all the time, right?

I said firefighters
sleep upstairs

in the firehouse
when they're not

putting out fires.

I'll bet your dad likes donuts.

My dad? He loves donuts.

Well, you know what,
why don't we all catch up

at the coffee and dessert table?

Sounds good.

See ya.

Can I go with Michael?
Yeah, go play.

Yes.

Hey, Michael, want to
hang out after this?

Divorced?

Separated.
How'd you know?

I'm a detective.

Yeah, you are.

Okay, pal, thanks a lot.

Just the way
you like it.

I thought you were
checking to make sure

he was licensed,
not buying lunch.

When a fella makes gyros
as good as Cleo,

he's an asset
to the neighborhood.

I like to support
local business.

You ever eat anything that's
actually good for you?

Do Cocoa Puffs count?

No.
MAN:
Fire! Fire!

Oh...

There's a fire!

Go for help!
There's a fire!

(coughing)

I called 911.

There's a baby in there.

Where exactly?

In the apartment on the second
floor, facing the street.

Reagan!

Wait, buddy! FDNY!

(sobbing):
...my baby!

Central, please
be advised,

I got a 59
of a story residential.

540 East 129th Street.

Jamie!

(onlookers clamoring)

(sirens approaching)

(fire truck horn blaring)

Is he breathing?
Yeah! Yeah!

(coughing)

How old is he?

I don't know.

His parents?

I don't know.

Set up a humidifier
with six to ten liters

of non-rebreather mask.

Is he gonna make it?

His lungs sound clear,
so it's a good sign.

(siren blaring)
You okay?

Yeah.
(coughing)

Huh?

Yeah.

You done good, kid.

Yeah.

Real good.

Really?
Ever. Yeah.

Right now.
(electronic weapons fire)

Hey! No video games
at the table.

But I'm done with dinner.

Well, Sean is
still eating.

I'm done.

Come on, give it up.

(cell phone buzzing)

And no phones
at dinner.

Respect your mother.

You, too, Giggles.

Boys, why don't you go play for
a minute while I start dessert.

Here. Go on up
to your room, okay?

Okay, thanks.

What's wrong, babe?

I just got an e-mail
from one of the moms at school.

Chris Keenan.

Yeah, the firefighter we met.

He hanged himself.

(sighs)

I thought you were gone.

Must be wishful thinking.

Two uniforms responded to calls
for help while on meal break,

a residential building on fire.

One of them saved a baby

right before
the fire department got there.

What's the rest?

The officer who rescued the baby
was your son Jamie.

(sighs)

Pull him off patrol and have him
in my office forthwith.

Try and keep a lid on this.

(sighs)

Did anybody witness
you come out with the baby

before you handed him off
to Sergeant Renzulli?

I don't know.
I'm just not sure.

We interviewed
everyone at the scene.

We haven't got
any witnesses

that saw Officer Reagan
rescue the baby.

Well, I know I don't
have to tell you this, Vic,

but in terms of
threat assessment,

Officer Reagan
cannot be identified.

Big difference between
walking a beat

and landing
on the front page.

Which brings us to my inbox,
which is full of requests from

the press to meet the officer
responsible for saving the baby.

Whether he's on the
front page or page 20,

putting Officer Reagan's face
out there in an NYPD uniform

is going to blow our
undercover operation.

Not to mention
put Officer Reagan at risk

if the Sanfino crime family
recognizes him.

We got to get
out in front of this.

I'd like a word
with the commissioner.

In private.

I'm sorry about all this.

Sorry for what?

For saving a baby?

For doing your job?

I know what you were thinking
during the meeting.

Do you now?

That you should've talked me out
of all this undercover stuff,

to keep me out of danger.

I just want you to know, Dad,

that it wouldn't have mattered
even if you tried.

Thank you for that.

But it's not
what I was thinking, Jamie.

I was thinking
I'm really proud of you.

JOANNE: If it wasn't
the firehouse,

it was the
construction company.

He was always
running off somewhere.

He was always late coming home

'cause of some
emergency at work.

Even when he
was here...

...it felt like
he wasn't here, you know?

I'm so sorry.

Dad?

Hey.

I think you should
talk to Michael.

Is he okay?

I'm not sure.

I'll go talk to him.

Okay.

You like hockey?

Yeah, sure.

Your dad like hockey, too?

He loved it.

He took me to my first Islanders
game when I was, like, five.

That's pretty cool.

My dad took me
to my first Rangers game

when I was about six.

Now, I don't
remember it very well.

We just sat up in the nosebleeds
and ate a lot of hot dogs.

Think I got sick.

Did you ever
break a promise to Jack?

Not if I could help it.

Well, neither did my dad.

He promised he would take me

to the Islanders-Rangers game
on Sunday.

I'm really sorry
about your dad, Michael.

You're a detective, right?

Yeah, I'm a detective. Why?

So, you can prove that my dad
didn't kill himself.

Whoa.

Kid, I...

I'm not a kid.

I know my dad.

He didn't kill himself.

Okay.

No one believes me.

Can you help me?

Please?

REPORTER:
Less than 24 hours ago,

the building seen behind me
was in flames.

Six-month-old Raymond Lopez
was rescued by

an as-yet-unidentified
New York City Police officer,

who risked his own life

by running into
the burning building.

The boy's mother asked
the department to meet

the brave officer, so she can
thank him personally.

BAKER: Commissioner, I have
Sergeant Renzulli for you.

REPORTER:
Police Commissioner Frank Reagan

has not yet responded
to this request.

Good morning, Commissioner.

Morning.

Sorry to pull you
off the road. Again.

Is this about
what happened last night?

It is.

Yeah, all of a sudden,
we were pulled off of patrol

and told to shut up about it.

If this is about keeping quiet

pending an investigation into
Jamie getting a commendation,

then I'll write it up myself.

I mean, you should've seen him.

When he came out of there
with the kid in his arms and...

Well... it is about
a commendation.

Sit down, please.

For the past six
months, on occasion,

Officer Reagan has
been pulled off

the duty with you
to work undercover.

I can't tell you the nature of
it-- you have no need to know.

But... it involves some
pretty serious business

and some very
bad people.

With the incident last night and
the appetites of the press...

It'll blow his cover.

Exactly.

And compromise
the operation.

Would it put his life in danger?

(sighs)

Yes, it would.

It's a hard thing to ask
a proud and able police officer

to take credit for something
someone else did,

and an even harder thing
for the one being asked,

but that's exactly
what I'm asking you to do.

You want me to pretend
that I saved the kid?

I'd like you to consider it.

That's some kind of hero.

The hardest part--

you can't tell anyone.

Not even your wife.

I understand.

Thank you.

Oh.

I love this border.

Well, he's outgrown it, babe.

He's 11 years old.

Do you remember
when he was little

and he used to wear
that conductor's hat

and blow that train whistle?

Yeah, I remember.

You know,

we could have another one.

I got three kids already.
I think that's enough.

(phone ringing)
Oh, really?

Three kids?
Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

Daniel Reagan.

Just a couple of questions.

12:00 is great.
M.E.'s office?

All right.
I'll see you there.

I thought you
were off today.

I just need a couple
of hours, okay?

And besides, it'll give that
wallpaper you love

a stay of execution.

I'll see you later.

He's moved on
to baseball, anyway.

Well, at least it's the Mets.

And at the rate he's growing,
pretty soon it's gonna be

Sports Illustrated
swimsuit models and...

Yeah.

(sighs):
Oh, yeah, yeah. Great.

So what autopsy is it
you think I screwed up?

I don't think you
screwed up any autopsy.

Which means you think
I missed something.

Hand me that heart, will ya?

Did you know the human heart
weighs only eight to ten ounces?

Didn't know that.

It's amazing the chaos
that little organ can cause.

Look, I'm here
about Chris Keenan.

Keenan had an inverted "V"
at the base of his skull...

from the rope.

The cause of death
was strangulation.

Okay, but there were
no other marks on him?

Okay, he was in construction,

he was a firefighter,
he was full of marks.

Okay, well, what
kind of other marks?

He had a trauma to the head,
his elbow was scraped up.

He broke his arm in
the past, and his leg.

Why are you looking
into a suicide?

Well, because maybe it wasn't
a suicide at all.

Is there some new evidence?

No.

'Cause the detective who
handled the case

told me Keenan
was suicidal.

His wife was divorcing him,
and he was devastated.

Which brings us right back
to that little organ

right in there--
a broken heart.

Right. Look, plenty of
people go through divorces

and they don't go
and hang themselves.

You are asking me
to re-open this. Why?

Let's just say the family's
not convinced

that it was a suicide.

Well, you know what
the first stage of grief is?

Denial. Right.
I know what you're gonna say.

Well, I'm gonna say no.

I've got a dozen bodies

waiting for autopsies
and you want me to waste time

re-examining one
I've already completed

for no apparent reason.

Why don't you come back
when you have one.

GORMLEY:
Isn't this your day off?

You're not happy
to see me, Sarge?

I'm always happy
to see you, Reagan,

because it means my day
will be anything but boring.

Well, I do what I can.

All right, you want
to explain to me

why I'm hearing
from the two-seven squad

that you're
investigating a death

that they've classified
as a suicide and closed?

It's about the firefighter
who hanged himself, Sarge.

The guy from
Staten Island?
Yeah.

Mm-hmm.
He's a friend of yours?

Not exactly.

So why are we doing this?

Because his son asked me to.

Uh-huh.

The guy's son
is a kid, isn't he?

Yeah. He's 11.

Okay, let me get
this straight.

An 11-year-old kid
asked you to re-open

his father's suicide case,
and you said "Sure!

We don't have enough real
homicides to investigate."

Sarge, it's my day off, okay?

Just humor me, all right?

That seems to be all I ever do.

Look, I'm just gonna do a little
poking around, all right?

I'm not gonna cause any waves
for you, don't worry.

(taps desk three times)

All right, it's clear.
Come on.

I'm looking for Dylan Carney.

You see Dylan Carney?

He's right behind me.

Dylan Carney.
Detective Reagan.

I need to ask you a few
questions about Chris Keenan.

I already answered a bunch
of questions about him

with the other detectives.

Okay, well, let's call this a
follow-up then, all right?

You and him were
good friends?

We own a company together,
Bray Head Construction.

This make any sense to you?
Him committing suicide?

No, doesn't make sense.

Does anything like this
ever make sense?

But I wasn't surprised
when I got the call.

What do you mean
you weren't surprised?

'Cause he's going through

a divorce he didn't want...

and he's got
big financial troubles.

Whoa, whoa, what kind
of financial troubles?

This last project we bought
this big old house.

Remodeled it...
You mean the house
that Keenan was...

Yeah. Anyway,
it cost twice what

we thought it would
to fix it up.

So Keenan takes out a home
equity line on his house--

$150,000.

150... That's pretty steep.

Why didn't you
just sell the house?

'Cause we needed to get
the certificate of occupancy.

We couldn't get it.
Why not?

Y-You ever deal with
the Buildings Department?

All right, I mean, inspectors
coming and going.

They're always finding something
else that needed to be done.

All right?
Months, months went by.

And then the bank comes
looking for its money.

So Keenan was defaulting?

The bank told him
they were gonna be foreclosing.

Right. And you think
that's what made him suicidal?

Would it make you suicidal?

Listen, the guy had a...

life insurance policy

was worth half a million
dollars, all right?

He knew, he knew that
would get his family

out of the hole.

He spoke to you
about this recently?

About this
life insurance policy?
We went out

a couple of weeks ago
for drinks together.

And he told me...

he's worth more dead
than alive to his family.

All right.

Thanks.

Look, Dad, I know
what you're gonna say.

This kid, he's just
looking for answers

to why his old man died,
and he felt like

nobody would listen to him.

I know it looks like an open
and shut case of suicide,

but I just couldn't say no
to the kid, you know?

I wish you'd understand.

As the commissioner, I can't.

As your father, I won't.

Right.

As a cop...

I understand.

What can I do to help?

Well, for starters
the, uh...

M.E. refuses to, uh,
take another look

at the autopsy.

Okay.

Have you thought about what
you're gonna do

if it turns out this guy
did commit suicide?

Have you thought about

what you're gonna say
to this kid?

Morning.
How's it going?

RENZULLI:
Hey, Reagan.

Hey, Sergeant.

You were undercover
and you didn't even tell me?

Who told you that?

That's what you're
worried about, who told me?

You ride with me nearly
every day, for a year,

and you don't even
think to mention it?

I wasn't supposed
to tell anyone.
I didn't think
I was just anyone.

So, instead, I got to hear it
from the PC?

I'm sorry.

Yeah. You know what?

Forget it, Reagan.
It's no big deal.

It's nice to know
that you trust me.

Hey... Sarge...

Hm.

MAN: I sure as hell
won't talk you down.

You Reagan?

Yeah.

Detective Battali,

two-seven squad.

Oh, you're the guy that
caught the Keenan suicide, huh?

Yeah. Oh, and that's
my file you're holding.

Yeah, so it is.

Hey, I was just borrowing it.

I mean, we're all on the same
side here, anyway, right?

You tell me.

I closed the case.

Yeah, you closed
the case but, uh,

there was a footprint
on the chair

that didn't belong to Keenan.

Yeah. Evidence collection said
it was a size ten and a half.

Keenan was a size 12,

so, obviously, it didn't
come from him.

So what?

There were a dozen guys
working on this site.

Any one of them could've
used the chair to stand on

for some other reason.

Then did you try
to match the print

to rule out
the other dozen guys?

For what?

The guy was
a classic suicide case.

He was in financial trouble,
he was in legal trouble,

and his wife had
just kicked him out.

Right.
Well, I'm not convinced.

Look, are you hurting
for cases or something?

'Cause I could send
some your way.

Real cases.

You know, I've got 22 of them
I'm working on right now.

Relax. Nobody said
you didn't do your job.

Okay?
No?

'Cause that sounds
exactly like what you're saying.

If you think you could
do a better job...

Of course I could,
but that's beside the point.

Screw you.

Put your hands on me again,

I'll put you through the wall.

(indistinct arguing)

(sighs)

(phone rings)

Hey, Dad.

I just got off the phone
with the M.E.

She took another look
into the Keenan autopsy.

It seems it was
blunt force trauma,

which she now believes
could've resulted from

a blow to the head.

What a surprise.

How'd you manage that?

It's hard to say no
to the police commissioner.

Anyway, she is officially
changing manner of death

to "undetermined,"
pending investigation.

(muffled shouting)
That'll be a big help, Dad.

Reagan.
Yeah, Sarge.

In my office now!

Sounds like you gotta go.

Yeah. Thanks.

MOORE: Now that you've
taken care of one son,

investigating a death
he shouldn't be,

do you want to talk about
how we're going to keep

Jamie out of the paper?

Are you referring
to Officer Reagan?

That's a distinction
without a difference.

The fact that
we haven't released

the hero cop's name

is only drawing
more attention to it.

I still haven't returned calls
from the Times,

the News, and the Post.
The longer that we

sit on this, the bigger
the story's gonna get.

I'm working on it.

Care to share?

I'm not good at that.

"I'm not going to
make any waves."

Isn't that
what you said?

Yeah, that's what
I said, Sarge.

So, why did I have
to stand there

with the captain from the
two-seven squad telling me

how much he had to talk

his detective out of going
to the union with this?

Come on, Sarge,
that guy was a schmuck.

He said you accosted him.

(knocking)

Hey.
Finally, somebody
I can reason with.

Finally someone
who understands me.

Wow, I like this.

I go away one day,
I come back all appreciated.

Yeah, well, he's not playing
well with others again.

Come on, Sarge,
the M.E. just changed

the manner of death
to "undetermined."

How'd you manage that?

I know people.

Are you up to
speed on this?

Yeah, I read the file.

He had blunt force
trauma to his head.

Right, which the M.E.
now says may have been caused

by someone hitting him.

And he also was in
debt up to his ears.

That's right, and look
at this picture, Sarge.

And this photo was taken
of the chair

that Keenan used
to allegedly hang himself.

These footprints, Sarge,
they don't belong to Keenan.

No one else at the
scene followed up?

Exactly--
that schmuck detective

didn't even bother
to follow up.

Okay, I get it,
you made your case.

Consider the investigation
yours now.

Thank you.

But no fights. Okay?
Okay.

No tussles with the FDNY,
All right!

and no complaints from
the M.E.'s Office.

All right?
Yep.

And, please, no threatening
to put anyone through a wall.

Capisce?

Capisce.

I know a couple
firefighters

over at Keenan's
engine company.

I'm gonna see if I can
find out anything.

Give me a call, let me know
what you find, Jack.

Thanks, Sarge.
I thought for sure

you were going to tell me
to drop the case.

Well, first of all,
if I told you that,

you'd do it anyway, right?

Probably.

And second of all,

you're the best pain
in the ass I have.

ERIN: I don't want to hear
about a subpoena.

I want to talk about Jamie.

He could have gotten
himself killed.

DANNY:
Yeah, but he didn't.

He saved
a kid's life.

I know, and I'm proud
of him for that,

but I guess I'm
just not used to him

putting himself
in harm's way.

Well, you see, I'm not
the only knucklehead

in the family.

Besides, he should be more
concerned about the publicity.

Why?

Because he's still
working undercover,

and you didn't
hear it from me.

Look, are you gonna
give me the subpoena

for Chris Keenan's
phone records or not?

Okay.

Just like that?

Okay, but

it's very circumstantial,
so I'm warning you, I don't want

Thank you, sis.
to see you back here
looking for a search warrant

or a subpoena
without something concrete!

Talk to you later, sis!

(groans)

BAKER:
We're anticipating
approximately

25 members of service

and upwards of 35 news
agencies at the dedication.

They're bound to ask you
the name of the officer

who saved the baby.

Baker, would you
please sit down?

You're making me nervous.

I need a minute.

Why didn't you tell me

that Jamie was
undercover?

You've been talking
to Danny.

Who says I've been
talking to Danny?

Because he's the only one
who knew about it.

Well, why didn't
you tell me?

You had no need to know.

This is Jamie
we're talking about.

He hasn't even been
on patrol that long.

For God's sakes,
three years ago,

he's graduating from law school.

He's not Danny,
he is not ready for this.

He's not only ready for it,
he's good at it.

(sighs)

I wish he wasn't.

When he went
undercover, it was

for some stupid
underage drinking thing,

he ends up infiltrating
the Sanfino crime family.

This, this hero stuff-- this
is going to get him killed.

Danny told you
about that, too?

Why wouldn't he
tell me that?

Because you had
no need to know.

Why do you keep
saying that to me?

Because that's my job!

The rest of the family
doesn't know about this.

Pop doesn't even know
about this.

That's my job, Erin.

When this thing came down

we needed to put
a lid on it.

Jamie came up to the 14th floor.

After the meeting...

...he wanted to know
what I was thinking.

I told him I was proud of him.

I didn't lie.

(sighs)

But I didn't tell him the truth.

What I was thinking was,
I can't lose another son.

Well, I can't lose
another brother, Dad.

Sarge, just take a look
at the phone records.

Chris Keenan called
Dillon Carney

three times the day he
supposedly killed himself.

That's not unusual.

They shared a
business together.

Yeah, well, what is unusual

is that a couple
of Carney's buddies

down at the firehouse
said that he

and Keenan had a major
disagreement the day he died.

What big disagreement?

He didn't say nothing to me
about any disagreement.

The guys told me that
they were screaming and yelling

at each other
and that Carney threatened him.

About what?

That I don't know,

but they said
that they heard Carney say,

"If you tell anyone,
I'll kill you."

Well, that certainly makes
him a suspect, right?

Yeah, let's go see
Carney again

and see if we can't get
his story straight.

Who told you that?

Don't worry about who told
us anything, all right?

Just answer
the question.

Chris and I were
friends, all right?

We were always
getting into it.

That's the kind of
relationship we had.

We were like brothers.

Like brothers?

You know, your brother's lying
on a slab in a funeral home.

Meanwhile, you're giving us
the runaround,

not helping us find out
how the hell he got there.

What did you fight about?

I wanted to...

bribe the building inspector,

so that we could
finally get the C of O,

finally sell this house.

But Keenan had this thing
about doing anything illegal.

Did you tell Keenan that you
would kill him

if he said anything?

But it was about the bribe.

I didn't want to jeopardize
my standing either.

Yeah, hey, it's all
about the bribe.

You pay the bribe or not?

No, I didn't pay it,
but Keenan said

he was gonna go meet the
guy and set him straight.

Yeah, I guess
he set him straight.

What makes you think
this guy

would have accepted
a bribe, anyway?

I'd heard he'd taken
bribes before.

Did Carney tell you exactly

how Keenan was going to set
that inspector straight?

No, but by
all accounts

this guy Keenan is a
pretty stand-up guy.

Carney says
he never heard from him

after he went
to see the inspector.

Well, Carney said
the inspector's name

is a Thomas Reid, and he swears
that the guy asked for bribes.

Well, I'm not surprised.

Did you know all these
building inspectors

are outfitted
with GPS devices now?

They were passing inspections

without ever showing
up at the sites.

How do you know that?

'Cause my brother-in-law
is one.

Don't ask.

Well, either way, I think we
should bring this guy Reid in.

What's your theory-- you
think Reid killed him?

DANNY:
I don't know.

Maybe Keenan went to meet Reid

in one last-ditch effort to keep
himself from going belly-up.

He sets a meeting
with Reid,

tells him he's not going
to pay the bribe,

Reid's not happy with it,
Keenan ends up dead.

So why don't I play
like I'm a contractor?

I'll call Reid, set
up an appointment,

say I'm finishing
the Keenan job,

I'll meet with Reid,
offer him a bribe.

Sounds like a plan.

All right.

(applause)

FRANK:
Every day, the men and women

of the New York City
Police Department

perform acts
both large and small

that, as commissioner,
make me very proud.

In the modern world,

it's very difficult
to find certainty,

but today, two things
are crystal clear.

One-- six-month-old
Raymond Peter Lopez

doesn't know how
to say thank you.

The other certainty...

is that little Raymond
wouldn't be here today

if it wasn't for a hero.

So I would like
to bring up

Sergeant Anthony Renzulli.

Thank you, Commissioner.

You know, when I first
heard about this award

I was thinking about what
it is that makes a hero,

and I came up
with two things:

bravery and luck.

Not that I'm any braver
than any other cop in this room,

but I'm luckier than most
because things turned out okay

for me and this

little boy
over here,

and for that, I'm very grateful.

Thank you.

(no voice)

(no voice)

So we're good, right?

At this time, the house
doesn't pass inspection.

What do you mean?

You got a loose
electrical outlet

in the fourth-floor room,

and there's extra rail space
on the basement steps.

That's stuff I can
fix in five minutes,

while you're still
standing here.

Yeah, well, we'll have another
inspection in eight weeks.

Eight weeks? Look, Mrs. Keenan
needs me to get the C of O.

She's got to
sell this place

and pay off the
bank, come on.

Is there anything I can do
to make it worth your while

to push this
thing along?

I don't...
I don't know what you mean.

A thousand dollars?

$500 today,
$500 tomorrow?

I don't push things along.

That'd be against
Building Department policy,

but I'll have a look
at the calendar

to see if I can't find a more
agreeable date to come back.

I can arrange
to come back tomorrow.

If you fix the code violations
you'll have your C of O.

Thanks.

By the way,
you're under arrest for bribery.

Son of a bitch.

Get him the hell out of here.

ERIN:
You have Reid on bribery.

I know, but I was hoping

you would help me get a
search warrant to his house.

Why?

You know, so I could look for
record of, uh, other bribes.

Don't lie to me, Danny.

What lie?
You want a search warrant

to look for evidence of murder,
not for bribery.

Look, are you trying to
protect Reid here?

I'm not trying
to protect anyone.

It's the law.

You can't go into his home
and look for evidence

that he killed Keenan.

It won't hold up.

Okay, so, as always,

I stay within the strict
confines of the law.

"As always"?
That's right.

You better listen
to me on this.

When do I ever
not listen to you?
(scoffs)

Nolan.

Hey.

(clears throat)

I've been looking
for you.

I needed
to clear my head.

By having a drink?

Yeah.

Today is opposite
day, isn't it?

I pretend to be the hero,
and you pretend not to be.

Maybe I'll get drunk
and pretend to be sober.

You gave a nice speech.

You know what the funny thing
about all this is, Reagan?

The big lie we did,

it not only got me
a lot of mileage at work,

but all of a sudden,

my wife thinks
I'm something special.

I do, too.

You did me a big favor.

It wasn't easy,
and I appreciate it.

So, how long is this undercover
going to go on for?

Even if I knew, I
couldn't tell you.

Oh, yeah?

Just do me a favor.

Don't do nothing heroic.

Salud.

Salud.

Why am I not surprised

that instead of evidence
of bribery,

I have a pair of shoes?

They were in plain view.

You're so full of it.

What happened to "working
within the confines of the law"?

I did work within the
confines of the law.

Look, the shoes were
sitting on the floor,

right out in the open,
just staring up at me.

Jackie?

Plain view.

We-we nearly tripped over them.

See? Now, would you like
to hear the good news?

Both the shoe size
and the wear pattern

match the print that we found
on the chair seat

that Keenan allegedly used
to hang himself.

Is that all you got?

Uh, Inspector Reid's
city-issued GPS

puts him with Keenan
at the time of death.

Have you interrogated him?

No. He lawyered up.

Well, it's still circumstantial,

but it's enough
for a grand jury.

Charge him with Murder Two.

Start the process.

And if I find out you
even asked him one question

without that lawyer there,

I will release him myself.

You got it, sis.

Thanks for sticking
by me on this one, partner.

Yeah, no problem.

Could you please stop starting
cases on our day off, though?

I'll do my best.

Stand up.

Wh-What's going on?

You're top charge
just became Murder Two.

Get on your feet.

You said I'd be out of here.

You said the charge
was bribe receiving.

Yeah well, now it's murder

in the second degree;
will you get up?

I-I didn't do it.

We found your shoe
print on the chair

and the GPS puts
you at the scene.

That's right, now the lab's
running the rope for DNA,

and I'm pretty sure yours
is gonna be on it; come on.

It was an accident.

Mr. Reid,
do not say another word.

No, he-he's the one
that took a swing at me.

Mr. Reid, I'm advising you
to stop talking.

You're not
the one going to jail.

Wait, wait. Wait.

H-He was pissed,

screaming about how
he's not going to pay a bribe.

He started pushing me,
I pushed him back,

and then he took a swing at me;
I panicked.

I picked up a...

I picked up a two-by-four,
and I-I swung it.

It hit him in the head.

I swear to God,
I didn't mean to kill him.

It was an accident.

Right, so you tried to make
it look like a suicide.

Very clever.

Only not clever enough for,
uh, Keenan's 11-year-old son.

Come on. Think about him
while you rot in a cell.

You were right,
you know.

Your dad was just trying
to do the right thing.

Is the guy that did it
going to go to jail?

Oh, yeah.

Yeah, for a long time.

Good.

Yeah, it is good.

You know, I didn't know
your dad very well,

but I got to talk to a lot of
people during my investigating.

Got to thinking,

it sounds like you two are a
lot alike, you and your dad.

Why?

Well, you're both brave,

and you both fight for
what you believe in.

Gotta tell you,

I don't know too many
other 11-year-olds

who would've had the guts
to have someone investigate

their dad's death
the way you did.

People say
I'm a pain sometimes.

Yeah, well, they say that
about me a lot, too.

Maybe that's what makes me a
decent detective, I don't know.

You're a great detective.

Ah, that almost makes
me want to forgive you

for being an Islanders fan.

By the way, you still
got those tickets?

Yeah, why?

Well, I was thinking
of taking you to the game.

Really?

Yeah, I'll pick you up
at 5:00, okay?

Okay.
Yeah, right.

Mr. Reagan?

Thanks.

You got it, kid.

Thank you.

Mac and cheese.

This is great.

None for you, though, Pop.

Frankly, this entire meal

is a heart attack
waiting to happen.

Fried chicken,

barbecued spare ribs,

mac and cheese...

All your favorites,
right, Jamie?

Yeah, thanks, Erin.

Now, I know I didn't miss

your birthday.

So, is this some
special occasion for Jamie?

Why does it have to
be a special occasion

for Erin to do something nice
for her brother?

Because if it's
a special occasion,

I get mac and cheese.

Well, you know, Gramps,

if you want something special
for yourself,

all you got to do is ask.

(chuckles)

I know one person
who's celebrating tonight,

and that is the mother of
that boy that Renzulli rescued.

Yeah, that must've been
a great feeling,

saving that little boy.

Must've been.

Well, I'm proud of my dad.

You helped my
friend find out

that his dad
didn't kill himself

when no one else
believed him.

We can celebrate that.

Sure we can.

Thanks.

To my brothers.

HENRY:
Slainte.

So, how are you doing with this?

I'm okay.

That's a hard thing
for a man to do.

It's almost like taking a
bullet for your partner.

To me, he's the hero.

There is no greater reward
than saving a life.

That's something
you'll never forget.

Well...

I don't even want to think
about my day tomorrow.

I'm going to bed.

And you've got
an early tour.

Good night, son.

Good night, Dad.

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