Previously on Blue Bloods: You're on your own once you're at the location.
Uh, Lieutenant, so we're clear, I'm not committing to a career undercover.
Hey, I know you, right?
Uh, I don't think so.
Uh, yeah, yeah, I do. Noble Sanfino.
FRANK: His father and his uncle are captains in the Cavazzere crime family.
Don't want what you can't have.
It's my sister Bianca.
Well, you talk a big game.
Makes me wonder what you really got.
KRAMER: Johnny Tesla. He's a made guy in the Cavazzere family, and he's also a real badass.
You need to get a thumb drive into their system and download any transaction activity.
Hey, Riordan, wait up.
I think you got something that doesn't belong to you.
How much did they give to the foundation?
Low six figures.
I'll stay for drinks.
The daily briefing has you staying for dinner.
But you're going to pull me out at 8:30 with a crisis.
What if you're having a good time and want to stay?
Then we need to come up with a code word for that.
Tom Goodwin, the ballplayer?
No, Doris Kearns Goodwin, the writer.
She won a Pulitzer.
The only way I am staying through one of these dinners is if I'm seated next to Doris Kearns Goodwin.
I'll talk to you at 8:30.
(cell phone ringing)
I need to see you.
Look, Bianca, I told you, I can't be getting into anything else with you, okay?
They killed Johnny Tesla.
No, no, not on the phone.
You gotta come up.
I can't get anywhere for a couple hours at least.
I'm at the Winslet in Tribeca, room 1202.
Don't tell anyone I'm here.
JOAN: You made it.
FRANK: Wouldn't miss it.
Thanks again for your generosity to the foundation.
Just point me where you want me.
(chuckles) Well, I've seated you between the Dean of Faculty at Sarah Lawrence and the editrix of Allure.
Joan, would you excuse me.
Just a second. Mm-hmm.
(cell phone buzzing)
Frank, you just got there.
Wow, what are the chances of that.
Yeah, who would have thought.
Where were we? Well...
There's Melanie Maines. Do you watch her?
Oh, I caught a recent piece, some indignant expose.
Couldn't walk straight for days.
What do you mean?
Kept leaning to the left.
Oh, Frank, you're terrible.
Meet our police commissioner, Frank Reagan.
Call me Commissioner.
You're in town but I didn't get the memo.
I'm just here for a minute.
Maybe you got a steady fella?
Oh, I can't get anything past you, can I?
But that's not it, or you would have sent me one of those long insomniac e-mails.
May I get you a drink, sir?
Yes, you can get him a single malt, neat, in a chilled rocks glass.
JAMIE: No, that's all Bianca said-- "they" killed Johnny Tesla."
Yeah, we don't have that.
We don't have what?
Anything, a body, chatter on the wires, nothing.
She say when?
No, just that they killed him.
ARBOGAST: Johnny Tesla... was a made guy with the Cavazzeres.
The Cavazzeres and the Sanfinos have had a peace treaty for almost, uh, 20 years now.
But if some Sanfino whacked Johnny Tesla, boom, there goes the Treaty of Glen Cove.
Could somebody be trying to set me up for it?
Because I had a beef with him.
Kicked my ass into next year just a couple months ago.
So you killed him?
Who are you, Joe Pesci in Goodfellas?
No, but they can make anything they want out of me.
Jimmy Riordan doesn't exist, doesn't have a job or a home address.
If they need me for something, if they want me for something, how are they going to find me?
Noble, or his sister.
Exactly. Can you tell me what the hell is going on here?
So, you're here on a story?
How's your family?
All good, thanks. What's the story?
You don't want to know.
Which makes me think I do want to know.
Can you take the badge off for the evening?
For starters, it's called a shield, and I don't wear one, just a lapel pin.
You look great.
Not too shabby yourself.
JOAN: Everybody, dinner is served.
You hungry, Commissioner?
We're gonna have a ghost in the lobby and another one on her floor, posing as maintenance, to make sure it's just her in the room.
Stop by tech on your way out, they'll switch your undercover phone over to a transmitter.
Like, wire me?
No wires, just a cell phone they can program to your number and can keep tabs on you and record what she says.
Get her to tell you who killed Johnny Tesla, find out who "they" is.
Look, when I got the files from their boiler room operation, I thought you had enough to nail 'em.
For racketeering, maybe.
But If we can tie Phil Sanfino to a murder, that's not icing, that's the cake.
You good with this?
Walk on the beach.
How'd you ditch your detail?
That's confidential police business.
Morse code with the window blinds?
Boy, you're good.
Oh, are we actually alone?
That is a question that requires a nightcap before I even consider an answer.
There's a newspaper stand on 77th Street.
You want to go up, get us the papers for the morning?
I'll be there.
The Times and the Post.
You got it.
Get this off!
Aah! You all right?
I don't know!
♪ Blue Bloods 2x16 ♪
Women With Guns
Original Air Date on March 2, 2012
Checking in, sir?
No, just visiting. Cheers.
Bianca, it's Jimmy.
What took you so long?
What's with the gun?
I got some trust issues right now.
Well, give it to me or I'm out of here.
Now close the damn door.
We were at my cousin Daniella's new kid's christening...
You and Tesla?
Yeah, me and Tesla. You want a cocktail?
No, I'm good.
Anyway, Johnny and me are getting our cars at the same time and he goes off on me.
Not me really, but Noble and Uncle Phil.
You know, my side of the family.
Says they accused him of stealing something from work and that he's innocent.
Stolen like, skimmed?
No, more complicated.
The records or files or something from their investments company.
Then, Johnny goes even more off.
He starts talking about how Uncle Phil is a liar and a thief to his own people and shouldn't throw stones in glass houses.
And I'm like, huh?
So, I go to him. Uncle Phil?
He goes... forget about it. Nuts.
Makes me tell him who said such a thing.
I say, Johnny-- I defend Johnny a little on account of I known him my whole life--
Phil goes even more nuts.
I get the hell out of there.
You give Tesla a heads up?
I couldn't reach him.
Go to his house, nothing.
The car's there, the dogs inside, messing all over, no Johnny.
What do you want from me here?
You know where they put him.
I saw what he did to you, remember?
Tried to blame whatever he was doing at the shop on you.
Beat you up for show.
At least that's what my Uncle Phil thinks.
Look, I'm not saying you had a hand in it, but you know something; I know you do.
I just want to know...
I had a history with this guy, like, my whole life.
We had our bumps along the way but, hey...
I don't know anything. I swear it.
I know my brother and Uncle Phil.
Something went down on Johnny, they'd have gift-wrapped it for you, you know, here's the payback.
I am an investigative reporter who specializes in stories on financial and political corruption.
I have angered a lot of people with my work.
I wouldn't know how to start ranking them.
You're working on a story.
Who would be threatened by what you're digging into?
Nobody that would try to scare me off with acid to my face.
Well, suppose you let me be the judge of that.
Suppose the subject of my interview may or may not be a person of interest to NYPD.
I don't know where he is.
He gets in contact his own way and time.
That would be what we'd call a pickle.
Who doesn't want him to talk to you?
The people that are the subject of the piece I'm doing.
Okay, are they bigger than a bread box?
Come on, Melanie, help us here.
Detective... in the safe in the closet there is a Walther PPK that I am licensed to carry in 48 states, including this one.
I will not leave this hotel without that gun in my purse for the rest of my stay.
Wow, case closed.
I'm not trying to be cavalier... but I am not going to give up my source.
How about stalkers, threatening mail?
My producer keeps a file on all the cranks and the, the creeps.
It's up to date and he will give you all of that.
Guys, it is very late.
It's 5:00 in the morning where I woke up, so I've had a long night.
You know I can't stay.
Well, I'll just take a pill and try to sleep for a couple hours.
I'll call you when I wake up.
This is my cell phone number-- it's always on.
You got it.
Thanks, Detective. Sir.
Drop me home?
Sorry to wake you, thanks for coming down.
We see each other a few times a year, when she's in town.
We met at a dinner year before last.
She lives in Atlanta, spends most of her time on the road.
We both like to keep the friendship quiet.
This relevant to the case at all?
No, but I thought you might have questions.
Right, well, you know that thing that kids have about their parents' s*x lives?
It, uh, kind of never really goes away, Dad.
Who said anything about s*x?
Yes, she is.
(elevator bell dings)
After you, Romeo.
I don't want to be alone tonight.
I can't. Why not?
You thought I had something to do with Tesla disappearing.
So? So who else might?
Okay, I got to lay low, and staying here with you ain't exactly laying low.
You know, you may never see me again.
What do you think about that?
I think you're being a little overdramatic.
What the hell do you know?
Bianca, I got to go.
Then give me back my gun.
Get some sleep.
Is that it for tonight, sir?
Yeah, good night.
Yeah, yeah, it's Mike from the Winslet.
But most of the threatening stuff we get tracks back to the two demos with too much TV time on their hands--
convicts in prison, retirees in the warmer climates.
Not that we don't appreciate their loyal viewership.
All right, what kind of threats?
Mostly of a sexual nature.
I mean, some of the bigger wing nuts have suggested ways they'd like to see her die, but it's hard to take 'em seriously, given their logistical challenges.
Anyone ever threaten disfigurement?
Okay, if you were looking for a headline here...
I've flagged five of these pen pals whose e-mail correspondence our security guys have tracked back to the New York metro area.
A couple of 'em had an uptick in volume the last couple of weeks-- these two.
All right, Murrow, and let's see what DoubleWhiskey44 has to say.
JAMIE: You ever hear of the butterfly effect?
Based on the theoretical example of a hurricane's formation being contingent upon whether or not a butterfly had flapped its wings several weeks before?
Harvard was closed the day I dropped by.
Several weeks after I make off with files from the Sanfinos' phony stock operation, Johnny Tesla gets blamed for it and ends up dead.
And you're what, sentimental about this?
His blood's on my hands.
A) we don't know for certain that he's dead, and B) when he handed you that beatdown, (phone rings) you think he gave it a second thought?
Speak to me.
N... he's right here.
You got all this off the wiretaps?
Oh, great, okay.
I'll let him know.
The sister disappeared from the hotel soon after you left.
She's gone off the grid.
Do we know what happened?
No, we don't, but more importantly, neither does Uncle Philly or the family, and, uh... they're looking for Jimmy Riordan for answers.
To the tune of 18 missed calls from Noble. You want to keep that on?
How do they know that I was with her?
Somebody knows the hotel's doorman and he gave them your description.
The Nassau PD just found remains matching Tesla's description in a Dumpster in back of a restaurant in Great Neck.
My friend's here, I got to go.
Hey. Hey, Noble.
What did I tell you, huh?
What did I tell you?
Who died and made you Dad?
Look, I said you want to make a move, you check with me first.
I'm the guy with the map, right?
(laughing): Look, come here, man.
You're wasted, man.
I thought you weren't using anymore.
I'm not using anymore.
(laughing): I'm not using any less, though, either, right?
I don't know.
No, no, no, no, no, let's get something straight here.
You want to tell me everything that you know, okay?
You don't want to cut out the middleman here--
that would be me-- because...
I'm telling you that I don't know... Okay, no, listen.
Because if they don't like what I bring them, they're going to want to talk to you directly, and, trust me here, you don't want that.
You know Uncle Phil?
Yeah, his favorite expression--
let's peel back the onion.
I don't know where she is, Noble.
Okay, but you saw her last night, right?
Yeah. Okay, so let's start with who called who.
DANNY: DoubleWhiskey44 is a wash.
We traced the other e-mail to an IP address here. Jack?
Do you know, uh, your patrons' screen names?
I know some of 'em.
Uh, that's Surfer Grrrl.
Uh, that's Nevermind.
Yeah, well, we're looking for an Edward R. Murrow.
I don't want to tell you your business, but that could be somebody's like, real name.
It was somebody's real name-- famous news correspondent, black and white TV, always had a cigarette?
That sounds like what Smiles has for wallpaper.
Who's Smiles? His name's Miles.
We call him Smiles 'cause he never does.
He's usually in that corner over there or out having a smoke.
Wait a minute.
Is that him outside having a smoke now?
DANNY: Well, he left his computer.
Keep an eye on him, Jack.
What do you know?
Edward R. Murrow.
Oh, look at that.
Hey, hey, get away from there.
Sir, uh, we're detectives.
We just want to ask you some questions.
I've got a question for you, Detective.
You got a warrant to search my computer?
I wasn't searching your computer; it was open.
People, anybody see this cop on my computer?
Do you mind?
I'm on a deadline.
If it had been open to an e-mail or a document, I'd have no expectation of privacy under the law, but it wasn't.
I know my rights, Detective.
Melanie Maines says hello.
That's your second lie in two sentences.
Sir, sir, we just want to talk to you.
Detective, do you want to tell your partner there he's out of bounds?
Listen, listen, why don't you let me buy you a pack of smokes and we'll, we'll start from scratch, all right?
No, no, I know my rights. Come on.
I'm walking and you can't stop me.
Okay, Danny, the last thing your father's going to want is for you to go off book on this.
I mean, he knows his rights.
I hate when that happens.
Whoa, whoa, I say when we're finished here.
No, as it turns out, you don't, Noble.
You've given me nothing here.
I've give... What the hell am I supposed to give you?
Where's Tesla? What happened?
Who cares where he is?
Him and I had a beef, okay?
People know about it, he's missing, I want to know what's what.
What you don't know can't hurt you.
Hey, I'm freezing my ass off out here and I've told you everything.
I'll see you.
Yeah, except where my sister is.
Get it through your thick head-- I don't know!
Okay, then, prove it. How?
Let me see your phone.
Man, let me see your phone, let me see who you called.
Here, come on, man, give it to me, dude.
You need help, man, but I'm not your guy, not this time.
You're the one who's going to need help, Jimmy!
Hey, don't you turn your back on me, man!
Shut the front door!
No, it's true.
I guess it's been going on for a couple of years now.
Apparently, she comes to town and they... Melanie Maines, the reporter?
Yeah, that's the one.
Who else knows about this?
You, me, Linda, uh, Jackie.
That's all, as far as I could tell.
Okay, well, good for him.
Yeah, good for him. But it'd be even better if you gave that warrant that I asked for so I could try to get some traction on Miles Drexler.
Well, with what you have in hand, no.
I know. But, look, you've got to have at least one favor that you can call in.
You think it's serious?
Somebody threw acid on her face; it's got to be serious.
Hi. It's Erin Reagan for Judge Higdon, please.
That's not what I'm talking about.
I know what you're talking about.
You have a issue with this?
I don't have an issue with it. It...
I'm not blushing!
Yes, I'll hold.
Thank you. I can't believe you're blushing.
DANNY: Over here, Jack.
This guy can even make seashells look creepy.
Look at this.
Well, the bedroom's right out of, uh, Better Homes and Bunkers.
I can imagine.
Let's see what we got here.
Well... looks like somebody's definitely been working with acid.
Police! Don't move!
Whoa, okay, it's all right, we're on the job.
I'm Detective Reagan; this is Detective Curatola.
We have a warrant to search this location right here in my coat pocket.
Show me your shield.
What are you doing here?
You know, we went out and got that warrant that you requested.
What are you looking for?
All right, time to see your shield.
Officer Mercado, the 2-1.
AKA Edward R. Murrow.
He's been sending threatening e-mails to somebody who was attacked with acid last night.
I never threatened her.
And I haven't written her in months.
Shut up. Miles.
What time last night?
He was with me, right here.
So you say.
Not just me-- he got on one of his call-in radio shows.
Th... Which one again?
Shawn Liberty. WBZM.
I did a full five minutes with Shawn about the Freedom of Information Act.
Could've called from a mobile phone.
But he did it from the landline.
Dump his phone; check with the station.
The show is live.
You're detectives. Go. Detect.
FRANK (sighs): I hear you, Danny.
Let me know if their story holds up.
Be in touch.
Sir, Melanie Maines is here.
Show her in.
Do you want Garrett to join?
Show her in, Baker.
Ms. Maines. Commissioner.
Please sit down.
Thank you, Baker.
I don't have a lot of time, but I didn't want to do this over the phone.
Shall I dim the lights?
Call your men off.
They're for your protection.
They are also for your surveillance.
I told you I wouldn't interfere with your business.
People who are any good at evading the law develop a sense of when the law is around.
You will be interfering with my business.
You were attacked, and your attacker is still at large.
I have a gun; I know how to use it.
I can't do what you're asking.
I swear I will not get there first or during if the opportunity presents.
Ah. One second.
Um, hold on a second.
I got to go.
Look at me.
If you got hurt on my watch in my city, I'd never forgive myself.
I won't. But even if I did, it wouldn't be your fault.
That wouldn't matter.
I'm a big girl, Frank.
It's why you like me.
So treat me like one.
NOBLE (recorded): Hey, don't you turn your back on me, man!
Sound quality's amazing, isn't it?
You know, they got this new chip they put in there, it's, like, the size of...
I want out.
You want out?
Tesla's dead because of me.
It's collateral damage.
I didn't sign up to get people killed here.
You know... if you were anyone else, I'd tell you to quit bitching.
But you're not-- you're the PC's son.
So if you want to play that card, go ahead.
I'm not playing a card here!
Oh, I know-- not just like that, but... we both know what we're talking about.
What do you want from me!
Well, my Uncle Phil wants to talk to you himself, and you're coming in either way, so make it easy on yourself--
let me bring you in.
I told you everything I know, Noble.
I'll meet you in the same place in an hour.
Please pardon the typing, Detective.
Bane of my existence.
We checked out all metro area threats.
One of them popped, but he had a solid alibi.
He's not our guy.
Back to square one?
Not exactly. The thing is, the guy that popped, this-this Murrow, he... he's very likeable for this.
The problem is, it seems like he's so likeable for it, like somebody else knew how likeable he was for it.
Maybe someone set him up.
Somebody inside the network?
How many people have access to the security profiles?
Counting the overseas bureau, probably a couple dozen.
All right, look, that's a lot of people in a lot of places.
You think you can narrow it down for me?
Well, you were her gatekeeper for what, nine years?
Yeah. Okay, is there anyone in the orbits of work who might've had it in for Ms. Maines?
I'm the exception.
Now, we've had a mutually beneficial and friendly relationship ever since I came on with her.
But there is a long list of people she's fired, had fired, dumped on, pissed off.
I can get you that list, no problem.
But right now I have a meeting that won't start without me.
I'm on a cell phone if you need me.
I'll be in touch. Thanks.
Make sure you get me that list.
You got it.
Come on. Get in.
Where we going?
We're going to meet my uncle; I told you that.
Get in. No. Where?
What the hell does it matter?
'Cause I don't get what's going on here.
'Cause I want to know where we're going to see if you're capable of stating a true fact.
His club in Brooklyn.
DANNY: Look, just humor me.
All right? Let's say I wanted to send e-mails looked like they came from one of your customer's laptops.
Okay, how hard would it be to hack into one of their accounts in here from out there?
20 bucks' worth of spy-ware-- not hard at all.
I run a hot-spot cafe, not the Pentagon.
What's all this about?
Hold on. Yeah, Jack?
They're picking up a suspect in the attack on Melanie Maines.
They got him off the security camera at a sub shop on Lexington half hour before.
Yeah, he fits the description, and he's carrying the same container that contained the acid.
His girlfriend's apartment.
It's, uh, 402 Humboldt in Greenpoint.
Okay. You ask 'em to wait for me.
(rock music playing, tires squealing)
Questions about what?
My sister, for starters.
I told you... I think that they think that you're giving off some sort of a cop scent.
What the hell is that supposed to mean?
What are you hiding, man? Last chance.
I'm not hiding anything.
Are there cops watching you for something?
(rock music continues)
You know, 'cause the doorman at the hotel where you met Bianca, he seemed to think that there were cops there and that they were watching you.
Well, you're wound pretty tight for a guy without a secret.
Why don't you just shut up and drive, man.
Whoa. Oh, hold on, hold on.
Yeah, Detectives, can I borrow him just for a second, okay?
Have you read him his rights? All right.
Who hired you? Who said I'm for hire, man?
Come on, I know you didn't plan this thing on your own.
Who hired you? Nobody hired me.
Last shot I cut you a break.
Who hired you? Okay, okay.
Who hired you? All right.
She did a story on the TV about my whole crew, all right?
Made us look like a bunch of little girls.
That guy was, like, her bitch, you know?
Who are you talking about, Craig Iverson?
Her producer? Yeah, him.
And what break? Come on.
What break, man? You'll get your break. Shut up.
Dad, it's me.
Look, it was Iverson.
Do you have a positive I.D.?
No, not face to face-- they're just bringing Alvarez down for processing now, but, look, he did give up that they knew each other, because Melanie did a piece with this guy's crew in it.
JIM: And how the hell did that happen?
Hold on a minute.
Boss, our guys lost Ms. Maines.
They went into a Starbucks on 86th, then they must have gone out the back and had another car waiting for them.
Danny, we don't have them in sight right now.
I'll get back to you.
(slams handset down)
I know where she is.
(rock music playing)
(turns off music)
That's the place up ahead, and that is Bobby's Escalade out front.
What's that mean?
Bobby's only there when Phil wants to conduct the conversation someplace else.
What the hell are you talking about?
You know, so he can peel back the onion?
So nobody can hear.
Just keep driving then.
No, no can do.
Look, you just... you just stay cool.
I'll handle this, all right?
I thought you already handled it, Noble, that you were bringing me in safe.
Just shut up, okay?
NOBLE: Just stay cool, all right?
Thank you, Noble.
I got it from here, just go inside.
Look, you asked me to bring him in, you didn't say anything about Bobby being here. I certainly didn't say anything about you telling me my business, Noble.
Phil, let's just talk to him inside, okay?
What the hell's going on-- first your sister and now you?
If I want your opinion, I'll ask you for it.
Now get inside and wait.
Come on, get him out of the car.
All right, look, all right, all right, all right.
I got some things to say, but not like. Not like this. Let's go.
Whoa, whoa. Come on.
Wait a second, just wait a second.
Jimmy, it's okay, just-just be straight with them, all right? Hold on.
What part of this is okay, huh?
Just give me a... wait a second. Just give me a second.
Why don't you sober up and be useful again?
(wailing sirens approaching)
Just give me a second.
PHIL: Oh, that's great.
James Riordan, you're wanted for questioning in the murder of one Johnny Tesla; you want to come with us?
No, I don't want to come with you. You're coming with us.
Hey, I don't know anything about this.
Hey, you want to add resisting arrest to this?
JAMIE: Okay, easy. Easy. I get a lawyer?
Do I get a lawyer?
Yeah, you get a lawyer.
You set me up?
Of course not.
Mr. Riordan, you have the right to remain silent and to refuse to answer questions.
Anything you say may be used against you in a court of law.
I am here alone with my producer.
And my only agenda is to get his side of the story.
Oh, I'll call you back.
You tell your father...
I apologize, Ms. Maines.
What the hell is going on here?
Craig Iverson, you're under arrest for attempted assault in the first degree.
JACKIE: You have the right to remain silent, anything you say...
Craig, what the hell is this?
What is this?
You were gonna fire me.
For what, getting older?
You hacked into my e-mail?
Just use me up and then toss me aside when you're done?
So you toss acid in my face?
That was just a warning.
You can't treat people like this!
I treated you just fine, and you know it.
Age has nothing to do with it.
You're just sloppy and arrogant in your work.
Come on. Craig, you're so sloppy, you can't even get your revenge right.
Anything you say may be used against you...
I want to talk to a lawyer.
How many times have we laughed when the guy on the tape copped to that?
You're a son of a bitch, you know that?
You're a son of a bitch. Come on, come on.
Trust me, you'll thank me later.
Look, he's going down to the squad for processing, all right?
My old man's close by.
He said if you need a ride back into town, he'll be happy to give you a lift.
Nothing on the wiretaps that they knew where Bianca is.
I've got a couple of men looking into it from our side.
They'd really off one of their own?
Johnny Tesla was one of their own.
At any rate, Jimmy Riordan's retired for now.
We got what we need on the Sanfinos and the Cavazzeres.
All that's left is a roundup, thanks to your good work, Reagan.
Look, when I said I wanted out, it was just the nerves talking.
Just the nerves?
I've never been responsible for somebody's death before.
It sucks, don't it?
I'll get over it.
No, you probably won't.
That's a good thing, too, because if it didn't eat at you just a little bit, you wouldn't be one of the good guys.
You'd be more like one of them.
Anybody handles themselves in a situation the way you just did, keeps his mouth shut and his jockeys clean, we need that guy.
(knocking on door)
Sir. Thank you.
I was this close to making a clean getaway.
What's in the box?
It's a parting gift.
You lost that interview partly 'cause of me.
I didn't want you to leave town empty-handed.
It's me that should have gotten you something.
You don't have to open it now.
I want to open it right now.
If you're going to carry, you need a proper holster.
That piece in the purse thing is for amateurs in old movies.
I never thought I would say this about a holster, but it's kind of beautiful.
It's French calfskin and conformed to fit your Walther perfectly.
I know a guy.
Of course you know a guy.
It's made to be worn on the inside of your thigh.
So, you got to go?
I've got church and Sunday dinner.
Better go to confession first.
Where are you headed?
It's a little island in the British West Indies.
Three days of white sand and blue water.
You want to come with?
Keep telling it like it is, baby.
I'll see you, Frank.
♪ Ba-ba-ba ♪
♪ Bum-ba-bum-bum-bum. ♪
You sang loud in church today, Grandpa.
Did I? HENRY: Yeah.
And you bent the phrasing like you were channeling Sinatra.
Wasn't on purpose.
Grandpa had very good sleep last night.
Woke up a new man.
Full of vim and vigor.
Now, boys, to make a proper Irish coffee, the last step is crucial, so pay attention to this.
You have to ladle the cream over the back of the spoon, so it doesn't just plop in and muddy the coffee and the whiskey.
Pass the virgins down.
Would you like them one at a time or all at once?
Well, you walked right into that one.
Am I missing something?