Previously on Blue Bloods...
Yet another example of Commissioner Reagan's extreme tactics and one that I don't see him practicing in the white neighborhoods.
This guy is dangerous.
Only if you're standing between him and a television camera.
We supported Mayor Poole in his election, and we demand that he remove Frank Reagan as Police Commissioner.
No willingness to work together.
No interest in building consensus.
A genuine leader is not a seeker of consensus, but a molder of consensus.
Potter, you're early.
Commissioner Reagan, good to see you as always.
New look?
Part of a spiritual rebirth, if you will.
A new church, a new outlook, a new me.
Couldn't help noticing the reporters camped outside.
Thought we might say a few words after the meeting.
No, thank you.
I won't keep you waiting long.
There's just one thing I have to take care of. Excuse me.
This isn't gonna work.
What, you don't like the beard?
The guy should be a felon.
And yet, it didn't surprise you when he walked on a technicality.
We had a case.
No we didn't.
That's why we leaked the story.
Well, I don't like him.
Nor he you.
But this is the mayor's baby, and Potter comes with.
Frank, the g*n buyback program does some good.
Oh, half the g*ns we pay 200 bucks for are barely functioning relics.
It's not Antiques Roadshow.
We're just getting them off the street.
And if somebody's smart, they could dump evidence, and we got to pay them for it.
That's not worthy of you, and I would rather have the money for more officer training.
Frank, we already said yes to this, so what are we talking about here?
I'm just venting.
We're putting him back on the map with this, Garrett.
In exchange for which he's helping us get the word out in the community.
They trust him.
And if even a little of that trust spills over to the NYPD, it'd be hard to call this anything but a success.
(taps mug on desk)
(sighs)
As much as you hate to admit it, you know I'm right.
Well, what are we waiting for?
Your happy face?
Close enough.
(vehicles bustling)
(crowd chatter)
Hurry up! Do not get my goods on the floor!
Hurry... up!
I done told you.
I'm sorry.
You better not be stalling me, man.
That's all there is.
You holding out on me, old man?
No. Huh?
(grunts)
Take it easy, man.
That really necessary?
Man, shut your ass up.
I ain't playing with you, old man.
Get over there. Open it. The good Oxy.
Open it!
Now!
Better stop messing around. I'm tired of this.
No. Don't!
Oh!
Stop, man!
Don't! Be cool.
(g*nsh*t, screams)
Oh, my God!
(yelling)
No, no!
Yo, what happened?
I'm good. We got to go.
(man whimpers)
We got to go now!
♪ Blue Bloods 2x18 ♪
No Questions Asked
Original Air Date on March 30, 2012
♪
Second pharmacy hit in this neighborhood in as many weeks.
Only this time, they came out sh**ting.
Unbelievable. Guy comes in for some Band-Aids for his kid, and he gets a gut full of lead for his trouble.
Any word on his condition?
Ah, he was unconscious when the bus arrived.
They were rushing him straight to surgery at St. Victor's.
And we're thinking this might have been an accident?
Couple of witnesses outside said that the sh**t seemed like the nice guy of the bunch.
Said it seemed like the g*n just went off.
Anyone get a look at this Mr. Nice Guy?
Uh, this is Miss De la Cruz.
She was near the victim before he tried to disarm the sh**t.
She didn't get a look at the sh**t's face, but she did get a look at the g*n.
He kept sweeping it past my face, over and over again.
I'm sorry you had to go through that.
His g*n-- it was a Colt .45 a*t*matic.
That's pretty specific.
My father has one.
He taught me to sh**t on it.
Really?
He didn't want me to be like one of those girls in the movies, don't know how to hold it right in case I ever needed to.
Smart man. Do you remember anything else?
The grip. It wasn't black like usual.
More white with a pearl-like finish.
I guess you did get a good look.
Yeah, someone holds a g*n to your face that long...
I don't know that I'll ever forget it.
I understand.
Let's get a Finest out on these grips, and let's track these three amigos down soon before they start leaving more shells than pills around.
(crowd cheering, applauding and murmuring)
POOLE: New York, our message is clear.
You give us your g*ns, and we will give you 200 bucks, no questions asked.
Now, last month, Mayor Poole and Commissioner Reagan got 200 illegal g*ns off of our streets...
Listen, we think we can do a lot better than that today.
No, I know we can do better. Now, what do you say?
(cheering and applause)
Now, now, now, now, come on, friends.
You're making me look bad up here.
Now, I promised the mayor and Commissioner Reagan that we would deliver.
Now, one more time. Are you ready?
(applause and cheering)
I can't hear you.
(louder applause and cheering)
That's what I'm talking about!
(applause, cheering and whistling)
New beard, same old act.
GARRETT: Well, it's not like we didn't see this coming.
We know how Potter loves the sound of his own voice.
To put it mildly.
I will not go down there.
You don't have to.
No, I don't, do I?
Oh, no.
Guy holds his own press conference, somebody's got to go, and it's not gonna be me. Baker?
I have a luncheon.
Yankee Legends are gonna be there.
I see.
Yes, sir. Baker, could you call the Yankees and tell them DCPI Moore is going to have to take a rain check today?
Yes, sir.
You'll keep me posted?
I'll live-blog for my Twitter feed.
(sighs)
Hey, Jack? Yeah.
Finest matches on the grips go out yet?
Yeah. Every cop in the city's looking out for a .45 a*t*matic with pearl grips, but there's nothing yet.
Oh. How about the customer that got sh*t?
He's alive, but the report from Ballistics just came back on the b*llet.
There's no link to any other sh**t.
When can we talk to him?
Well, Doctor's gonna call me as soon as he comes to.
All right. Well, my CI's got squat as far as these robberies being g*ng-related, so it looks like this crew's unaffiliated.
You know, I was thinking, if those witnesses were right, and the sh**t did show some heart when his g*n went off, then it's only a matter of time before he gives up his buddies.
You think?
Oh, you never know.
You know, there's a reason that's a lottery slogan.
(sighs)
Who you calling?
I got this guy who used to customize g*ns for lowlifes.
I'm thinking, pearl grips can't be too popular a choice.
That's true.
Hey, guys.
Hey. Beware the gluten-free meatloaf.
So, what's your point?
I'm not saying I want you to go all Sweet Valley High on me.
But I should ixnay the Pride and Prejudice?
At least until we get through Homecoming.
If we get through Homecoming.
I don't know.
I have a good feeling about it this year.
Diane...
...what was that?
What was what?
You were flirting.
Well, trying to anyway.
(whispers): With Carlos?
I thought he was still with Amy.
All's fair in love and w*r.
You're terrible.
(cell phones buzzing and chiming)
(laughter)
Oh, my God.
This...
This isn't happening.
(laughter)
(laughter)
What a skank.
Did you take one of these, too, Reagan?
Diane, wait!
Always the quiet ones.
GIRL: See you later.
Bye, skank.
POTTER: Veronica, thank you.
Next time, bring some of your world-famous cookies for me, okay?
Will do, Reverend. See you later.
Luis, thank you very much for coming. Ah, good to see you.
I appreciate your support. All right. Yeah, always.
(laughs)
Mr. Deputy Commissioner.
I didn't know we were expecting you.
And I didn't know you were holding a press conference.
Well, as Deputy Commissioner of Public Information, I'd think you'd know better than anyone, if you're not using the media, they're using you.
Anyone else you're using, Reverend?
Have I crossed the line?
I thought we were partners.
I think I delivered.
You're here on our dime, not the other way around.
But you already knew that, which is why we didn't get the heads up.
So you're here to keep an eye on me, be my baby-sitter?
Do you need to use the potty?
(laughs)
Next.
Glock 19. Nine millimeter.
Six rounds.
Operable.
Okay, sir, she'll give you your $200 bank card. Next!
Colt .45 a*t*matic.
It's a beautiful piece.
Pearl grips.
You don't see that a lot these days.
If you say so. My money?
Yeah, yeah, just give me a second.
(quietly): You got that Finest message?
Pearl grips.
Is there a problem?
No, no. I'll be right with you.
Oh...
Hey, hey, Ma.
No, I'm good.
Look, can I call you right back?
I'm just... Am I getting my money or not?
Yeah, I really, really have to go, Mom.
(quietly): Okay.
g*n's operable.
All righty, here you go.
She has your money.
Sorry for holding you up.
POTTER: Officer?
Reverend.
Look, it's such a good thing you're doing out here today.
On behalf of the NYPD, we wanted to...
May I see your phone, Officer?
I'm sorry?
Now, Officer.
I-I... Excuse me. Hello.
Everything okay here?
Yeah, he's trying to take my phone.
Do you need a time-out, Reverend?
"No questions asked,"
and she's here trying to take pictures of these good people.
Sir...
Let me see it.
There are no pictures here, Reverend.
Thank you, Officer.
(beeps)
Next.
DANNY: You know, as much as I don't like the guy, you shouldn't have lied to Reverend Potter.
When I gave him the phone, there was no picture
'cause I put it in my trash bin.
So, you lied to Deputy Commissioner Moore as well.
Oh, great, is there anyone else you'd like to invite to your disciplinary hearing? Look, Detective, I know what I did was wrong, technically.
Technically?
Come on, I got a guy handing in a g*n that was just used in a sh**ting.
How do I look the other way on that and still wear the uniform?
Sometimes wearing the uniform means you have to look the other way, okay?
It's "no questions asked."
That is the rule on the g*n buyback program.
I'm a cop.
My job is to enforce the law, not the rules.
And all due respect, Detective, I didn't ask any questions.
Go back to your precinct.
And not a word about this to anyone.
Are you gonna use it?
Get back to your patrol.
You're starting to sound a little bit like your father.
Give me a break.
All right, are we gonna use it?
Hey.
Hey.
I got the leads from my g*n guy.
One of these names probably belongs to those pearl grips.
Okay, and?
And what?
Forget it; we're not using the picture.
We can. You just won't.
Yeah, because it's wrong.
It's kind of wrong.
Okay, well, I'll remind myself to use that one when we get ourselves kind of jammed up.
Look, she took the picture-- that was wrong; we agree on that-- but it's done already.
You can't put the genie back in the bottle.
No, but we don't have to go asking the genie for three wishes either.
Did I miss something around here?
Since when did we start following the rules?
Jack, this is different.
All right, it's the mayor and my old man and the Reverend Potter.
It's just...
It's political, all right?
Just forget about it.
(phone rings)
Reagan.
All right, great.
I'm on my way.
Look, our victim's awake.
Why don't you see if you can get any traction on those leads.
I'll get started with the victim.
Meet me at the hospital. Yeah.
And forget about using the picture.
Frank, we got 500
g*ns off the street, we made a friend out of an enemy, and for once, we might even get some good ink.
You sound like you're selling tickets.
It's a win, Frank.
We should just take the W and move on.
When are you going to tell me about the problem?
There was no problem.
Really?
It was nothing.
Just Potter being Potter.
He had a few words with one of our cops.
Really?
He claimed she was taking pictures of the people donating g*ns.
Said she was violating our "no questions asked" policy.
Really?
As you might expect, he was long on accusations, short on evidence.
(sighs)
Is he going to leave it alone?
Hard to say.
I want to talk to the officer.
Frank, it's done.
Really?
DANNY: Just think back to the robbery at the drugstore, okay Mr. Cunningham?
You gotta keep trying so we can find the guy who sh*t you.
All right, look, Jimmy explained this to you, right?
We're not looking for a positive ID on any of these photos.
We're just looking for similar features, okay?
You see something that resembles the guy--
the eyes, the nose--
Jimmy puts it into the sketch.
Can you just try a little more?
Yeah. All right.
I got it.
I don't know.
I really don't.
Just keep going; I'll be right back.
This guy is pretty weak, Jack.
I don't think he's gonna help.
How about the pearl grip? Nada.
Pearl-gripped hardware is not as rare as you'd hoped.
Oh.
But, um...
I did run ballistics on it.
On the pearl-gripped g*n?
Mm-hmm. Please tell me you did not run ballistics on a g*n that we are not supposed to have.
I did not run ballistics on a g*n we're not supposed to have.
(sighs) All right, I'm not asking, but if I was, what does it say?
It's a match.
The g*n that Perez intercepted at the buyback is the same one that put this guy in the bed; are you sure?
Yes.
And the guy in that picture could be the sh**t, Danny.
But he'd have to be crazy.
What do you mean, someone's gonna use a g*n in a sh**ting and turn around and hand it over to the police?
How many smart sh**t have you met?
(sighs)
So, start from the eyes, and just move down to the slope of the nose.
Does anything look familiar at all?
I...
I'm-I'm not sure.
Did he have a wide nose, maybe a high bridge?
CUNNINGHAM: As I recall, I'd say it was wide.
JIMMY: Wide.
Any distinguishing features around the nose?
Not that I can think of.
Let me see those photos, okay?
(sighing): Okay.
Working on the bridge of the nose, right?
All right.
Okay.
Either of these two guys, they resemble your guy?
Um, I think so.
This one, all right. Okay.
What's next?
Uh, the mouth.
The mouth, all right.
This guy's mouth look similar at all to you?
Yeah, it does.
Okay, there you go.
Put that in there, all right?
Sir, you think you could, uh, just look at this picture?
Just need a moment of your... right.
Ma'am, you want to take a look at this?
Uh, you know him, or maybe seen him in the neighborhood...
Hey, hold on, hold on.
Look, these guys are robbing pharmacies...
Yo no se nada.
Come on!
Sal de aqui. Vete!
Hey, you seen this guy?
Come on, you help me find a bad guy, you can keep ignoring me like you're doing right now.
Reagan.
Oh, yeah, that one; I know this guy.
Says he knows this guy.
Yeah, I know this guy.
Yeah, we can't talk over here, though.
Let's go inside.
Okay.
NICKY: Hey, it's-it's me again.
Look, Diane, I don't blame you for not wanting to talk to me.
I should've stuck up for you.
And I am so sorry.
Call me.
Please.
Everything cool?
Yeah, just calling a friend about homework.
A friend at school's just going through some stuff.
I may not be a detective yet, but I was a teenager.
Promise you won't tell Mom?
She'd go all D.A. on me.
Yeah.
Haven't you ever heard of the blue wall of silence?
(sighs)
Someone got their hands on my friend's selfy and spammed it to everyone in the school.
Okay, one more time in English. A selfy?
It's a sexy picture you take of yourself.
Oh, okay.
I see what you mean.
The whole school turned on her and I just... sat there... frozen.
I should have said something.
I should have done something.
Do you want to know what your grandfather would say?
That he's disappointed?
That a Reagan doesn't do that?
He'd say it's what you do next that counts.
For my fifth birthday, my mother bought me Princess slippers.
I cut off the toes, turned them into holsters.
You love the job.
A little too much if you're listening to my mother.
Top ten in your graduating class.
Two years on the job, and already several commendations.
Do you know why I asked to see you?
Not really, sir, no.
Well, I understand you had a run-in with Reverend Potter yesterday.
That was nothing, sir.
A small misunderstanding.
Well, small or not, still, we wanted to thank you.
Thank me? The reverend means well, but like many of us, sometimes his lesser qualities overshadow his greater ones.
We wanted to thank you for treating him with respect in the face of some pretty insulting accusations.
Reverend Potter's charge wasn't without merit, was it?
At roll call, the sergeant read out a Finest message.
Pearl handle on a Colt a*t*matic.
I'm not at my post 20 minutes when what comes walking in.
Colt with a pearl handle.
I got a bad guy standing right there in front of me.
Every cell in my body is screaming I got to do something.
But the reason it's not on the phone when I check it?
I deleted it while you and the reverend were talking.
But it was still in your trash bin.
Commissioner, I am so sorry.
(sighs)
Think this bodega owner gave us the wrong address?
Maybe.
We'll give it a little longer.
Yeah.
(groans softly)
Look like our guy over there?
Looks like him to me.
Let's go see.
(clears throat)
Benjamin Banks.
Oh! Oh!
Oh! Oh! Oh!
(horn honks, tires squealing)
Whoa! Hey, hold up!
Come here!
Whoa! (groans)
Come here.
Get on your feet. Turn around.
Put your hands against the vehicle.
Look... Spread your legs!
You know, if you pull your pants up next time, you might get away.
What the hell did I do? I don't know.
I got a guy with a belly full of led who thinks you fed it to him.
What do you think, Jack? Twins.
I agree. Let's go.
No, man.
Shut up.
(sighs)
So, what did I do?
Who says you did anything?
I don't know.
Jamie you have a drink with, you want to unwind.
Erin, you want to give advice.
You want to throw one back with me, it's usually 'cause I screwed something up.
Heard you like a guy for the pharmacy sh**ting.
Yeah, we like him pretty good.
How did you get to him?
Bodega owner recognized him from a sketch we got from a eyewitness.
Yeah? Mm-hmm.
That's good police work.
Thank you.
This your guy?
(sighs)
Did you use it?
Officer Perez came to me.
She showed me the photo.
I sent her packing, I crumpled it up.
Did you use it?
Not exactly.
(sighs)
Not exactly.
The witness was having trouble getting the sketch going right.
I made a few suggestions.
So you not only blew off our No Questions Asked policy.
You coached a witness into making an ID.
I made a suggestion, I gave him a nudge in the right direction.
Have you booked him?
We're holding him.
He walks.
That... If I got to bend the rules a little bit to get a bad guy off the street, I'm gonna do it, and you would, too.
The hell I would. The hell you didn't.
(sighs)
All right, kid, get lost.
What?
We're cutting you loose.
Here's your hat. What's your hurry?
Hey, why-why you letting me go?
Look, would you just b*at it before I fall down on your fist?
Assaulting an officer will keep you here another eight hours.
I'm going.
And pull up your pants. Hey, what's going on, Reagan?
I leave for a couple of hours, you letting the prisoners go?
Oh, Jack, you remember I told you we were gonna get jammed up?
Guess what. We got jammed up.
I am sorry, Danny.
We'll live. How'd it go at the hospital? Worse.
I spent the last hour doing a photo array with the victim.
Mm-hmm. He saw Banks's picture ten different ways.
Didn't pick 'em once.
Great.
So he's not even our guy.
Let's pull the fives on the other witnesses, all right?
I'm gonna read their statements again.
Wait. What are we doing?
We're gonna start from scratch.
Mm-hmm.
(school bell ringing)
Diane?
Diane, wait!
Guess I'm not a social leper anymore?
Diane, I'm sorry.
Now. Practically let 'em pin a scarlet letter on me the other day.
Look, you have every right to be mad at me-- I was wrong--
but I'd really like to make it up to you.
How? Do you have a time machine?
No, I got something way better than that.
An uncle with a hook in TARU.
You think I need to move to another country.
This is worse than I thought.
TARU's not a country.
It's a division of the NYPD.
Tactical Assistance Response Unit.
What are you talking about, Nicky?
My Uncle Jamie's looking into who spammed that text to everyone.
What?!
He's going to find out who did this to you.
Oh, my God, Nicky. No!
Diane, I... Listen to me.
If you really want to help, just drop it.
I just want to forget that this ever happened.
You know, Jack, one of my first cases.
We like this bike messenger for an as*ault coming off a, uh, bar fight in Chelsea.
It was nasty.
The bartender caught the business end of a longneck right in the throat.
He made it through, but the thing is, the detective that I caught with was certain that the bad guy was gonna come back and finish the job.
So certain, he put a uniform outside the bartender's walk-up.
Sure enough, that night, he hears a noise.
He goes around the back, he looks up in the fire escape, and he sees the bike messenger.
It looks like he's got a piece.
Just as the cop's about to blast him, he realizes that the bike messenger is not carrying a piece.
It's actually a freaking rose.
A rose?
Yeah. It turns out, the bike messenger and the bartender were boyfriends.
They-they didn't have a bar fight.
They had a knock-down, drag-out lovers' quarrel.
All right, so, that's a great story, but...
I mean, what are you thinking?
That the sh**t is sleeping with the victim?
No, no, no. That's not...
Look, each and every one of these statements--
all the witnesses are saying the same thing.
That the sh**t was showing compassion during the robbery, like he didn't want anybody to get hurt.
All right, so you think he feels bad, you think maybe he goes by the hospital to make sure the guy pulls through.
Anything can happen, right?
I'll get the hospital.
(sighs)
Jack, tell 'em to make sure they give us all the surveillance video they got anywhere near the victim's room, all right? Yeah, yeah.
Officer Perez.
Commissioner.
Officer Perez.
As you were.
I'll be brief.
I know you're in the middle of your tour, and Central's holding jobs.
When you return to your precinct, your desk sergeant is gonna give you a two-day rip.
That's for violating department policy.
Yes, sir.
You're losing your seat in the car for a few tours.
You'll be walking a foot post.
And you might want to drop by Reverend Potter's church.
He's always looking for volunteers.
Of course, sir.
Officer Perez, what you did was wrong.
But the instincts that drove you to do what you did--
well...
I'd ride with you in a radio car any day.
That is all.
Thank you, sir.
Volunteer at Potter's church?
Please tell me that doesn't mean you're going to tell Potter?
(sighs)
Well, Garrett...
...the truth will set you free.
(hydraulic brakes hissing)
Hey, Nicky.
Nick! Uncle Jamie?
Hey.
Hey.
For the record, this counts as your birthday present.
Thank you so much, but...
I'm sorry you went to all that trouble.
What's going on, Nick?
Diane doesn't want my help.
Not that I can blame her, considering what a good friend I was the other day.
I don't think that's it.
She doesn't want your help because she doesn't want you to know the truth.
Diane sent that picture to everyone herself.
What?!
I know, it doesn't make any sense, but she did.
Actually, it makes more sense than you would think.
It's really annoying sometimes.
At home, our parents refuse to accept the fact that we're growing up.
They try and keep us frozen in time as little kids.
But here at school, it's even worse.
I mean, if you...
If you're not willing to grow up faster than everyone else, it's like you don't even exist, like you're invisible.
She sent that picture to get noticed.
It shouldn't be this hard.
No, it shouldn't.
(sighs)
All right, how we doing with the transfer on the hospital surveillance video?
It looks good. You know, facial recognition software is actually quite simple really.
Well, can you make it really simple? Danny, he's still trying to figure out how to text with those little smiley faces.
I simply freeze on a good angle of the suspect. There we go.
There's our guy.
Look at him. He just couldn't resist asking the nurse how the victim was doing.
Now, the computer will analyze the details of the subject's face while simultaneously cross-referencing those same characteristics with anyone else we already have in the database.
(computer trilling)
Oh, we lock up a lot of people.
(sighs) It's gonna take a while. We should probably go to lunch first.
(beep)
Done.
What?
There he is.
There's your guy.
"Terrence Banks." Banks.
That's the same last name as our collar.
Hold on.
They're brothers.
Let's go.
(sighs)
This guy maxes out just three weeks ago on a grand larceny conviction.
Yeah, and he's already trying to earn his way back in.
Must have missed his friends on the inside.
(TV playing loudly inside)
Those cries of distress?
Or maybe a bad telenovela.
Let's go with yours.
I like that idea.
(door blasts open)
BENJAMIN: Whoa, whoa!
What the hell, man? Where's your brother?
W-What do you want him for? Terrence isn't...
Where is he?!
What, what? N-No, look, he's not...
I'm on it, Jack.
Oh! Sit down.
Down!
Terrence!
Hey!
Hold it!
What is wrong with you Banks brothers, huh?
You guys love to run, don't you?
I didn't...
You didn't what?!
I didn't mean to sh**t that guy.
(handcuffs rasping)
It comes with the territory when you're robbing people at gunpoint.
Get on your feet.
Come on. Come on.
BENJAMIN: Hey, hey, look, man, it's not his fault.
It's that crew he runs with. Right.
Okay, look, they don't give him any choice.
Well, you know what they say--
you are who your friends are.
Okay, look, what if he gives 'em up?
Okay, would you cut him a deal?
Let me ask you a question.
Why'd you turn in your brother's g*n, Benjamin?
Look, I found it in his room while he was asleep, okay?
I didn't know anything about the sh**ting.
I just wanted it out of our place.
I told you to stay out of it.
You spend your whole life trying to cover for this kid?
And this is the thanks you get.
Look, he's my brother. DANNY: Yeah, and you almost did a bid for him.
Now say good-bye.
I'm sorry, Benny.
Look, man, look, d-d-don't worry.
I'm gonna get you a lawyer.
Don't say anything.
Step away from the car, Benjamin.
(car door closes)
(engine starts)
You wanted to talk?
Thanks for meeting me.
My mom's waiting.
Right.
Well, I spoke to my uncle.
After I asked you not to.
Pathetic much?
Junior college much?
(scoffs)
Long overdue.
Anyway, I wanted to tell you what my uncle found out.
I know what he found out.
I can explain.
Whoever hacked into your phone must have been a geek genius.
They put up some kind of firewall or something, I don't know.
Anyway, I'm sorry, but it's untraceable.
Thank you.
For what it's worth, I know that what I did was so not normal.
Diane, we're in high school.
There's no such thing as normal.
Besides, it's what you do next that counts.
Hang this weekend?
Definitely.
Knock, knock.
Mom, what are you doing here?
Playing hooky.
You want to join?
What do you have in mind?
Shopping spree, mani-pedi?
No?
Anything you would like to do?
Well, if you promise not to spaz out too much.
How about just a cozy movie night at home?
I can handle that.
Looked like you were having a pretty serious conversation with Diane.
Mom.
Okay, okay.
Congratulations, Mr. Mayor, every paper in town is touting the success of the g*n buyback program, but the real feather in your cap comes from the Ledger.
This is an advanced copy of tomorrow's editorial.
They cite your leadership and steadfast support as the key ingredients.
Well, it's easy to be a stalwart when you feel so strongly about the cause.
Oh, they got it right this time, Mr. Mayor.
You put this coalition together.
You deserve all the credit.
Actually, Reverend, they reserved their most lavish praise for you.
"F. Scott Fitzgerald famously said
"there are no second acts in American lives.
"Well, somebody forgot to tell Reverend Darnell Potter.
"he proved the best way
"to right a wrong is by doing good, "and what good he did: over 500 g*ns off the street."
Well done, Reverend.
Thank you, Commissioner.
Oh, this means a great deal.
That is not to say there wasn't a hiccup.
Really, Frank, a hiccup?
Reverend Potter, this is confidential.
I'm gonna have to trust you with this.
Mm-hmm.
(sighs)
One of the g*ns we bought back was used in a robbery and a sh**ting earlier that morning.
If that gets out, that could taint everything that we worked for.
Yeah, I'm afraid it could.
I have everything here and I'll be happy to share it with you.
(sighs)
Mr. Mayor, this is a need-to-know file and New York Police business.
Frankly, you have no need to know, and I would like to keep it that way in order for you to maintain plausible deniability.
Well, Frank, you know I've always trusted your judgment in these matters.
If it is indeed need-to-know, it's that way for a reason.
Reverend?
Well, like, my great- grandmother used to say, only a fool goes looking for a rainstorm in the sunshine.
(laughs)
Good.
Very good.
I'll say good night, then.
Reverend Potter.
Good night, Commissioner.
Frank. Mr. Mayor.
Hey, hey, hey, you wash your hands?
Let me see.
Yeah. Yep.
Let me see-- other side.
Try again-- this time don't be afraid of the soap.
Okay. Incoming.
(chuckles)
Hey, hey, hey.
Come on, it's still my house, you know. Might be, but it's my chicken.
I know it pisses you off, I don't do the job the way you did it.
You know what pisses me off?
When I bust your chops for doing the things you think I used to do myself.
Yeah.
What makes you think that I used to bend the rules?
I work with guys every day that you used to work with, Dad.
Oh.
More often than not, the end results of the things we do wind up being more about luck than skill.
I was always lucky.
That's how we're most alike.
I just don't want to see your luck run out.
So I guess you were looking out for me.
No, I was being the commissioner.
ERIN: You guys done?
Dinner's ready.
Okay, who wants to say grace?
I said it last week.
ERIN: Don't even look at me.
I always say it.
Well, one of the boys can say it.
HENRY: Yeah. DANNY: No.
I want to say it.
HENRY: Well, what do you know?
Bless us, our Lord, and these gifts, which we are about to receive from thy bounty, through Christ our Lord.
Amen.
OTHERS: Amen.