(indistinct conversations)
Kinda looks like a serial k*ller.
(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'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)
♪ Blue Bloods 2x19 ♪
Some Kind of Hero
Original Air Date on April 6, 2012
♪
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 thr*at assessment, Officer Reagan cannot be identified.
Big difference between walking a b*at 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 k*ll himself.
Whoa.
Kid, I...
I'm not a kid.
I know my dad.
He didn't k*ll 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 su1c1de?
Well, because maybe it wasn't a su1c1de 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 su1c1de.
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 su1c1de 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 su1c1de 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 su1c1de?
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 d*ed, and he felt like nobody would listen to him.
I know it looks like an open and shut case of su1c1de, 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 su1c1de?
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 su1c1de, 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 su1c1de 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 k*lled.
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 k*lled.
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 k*lled 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 d*ed.
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 k*ll 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 k*ll 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 th?
'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 k*lled 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 m*rder, 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 k*lled 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 m*rder 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 m*rder 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 m*rder 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 k*ll him.
It was an accident.
Right, so you tried to make it look like a su1c1de.
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 att*ck 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 k*ll 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 b*llet 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.