(crowd cheering and yelling)
Look at that move! Look at that move!
Take him, Jack.
Ten seconds, Jack!
Go!
(cheering)
(whistle blowing)
Yeah! Yeah! Okay.
(cell phone ringing)
All right, Jack!
Dad! Dad!
Dad, did you see?
Did you see? Danny. Danny.
Hey, hey! Yes! That was great.
You juked that guy so much, I think you left his jockstrap in Astoria.
I faked him left, then took him right.
You did just the way we practiced, right?
Good job. Thanks for letting me borrow this.
No, that's yours. Really?
Yeah, you keep it. Oh, thanks.
Okay, come on. You sh**t, you score, you win.
Now let's go get some ice cream.
Ice cream! Ice cream!
Let's go. Ice cream.
Ice cream. Ice cream. Ice cream!
So, what was that back there?
It was nothing.
Really? 'Cause it didn't look like nothing.
We'll talk about it tonight, okay?
Yes, please.
We will. Okay.
That rabbit's foot looked familiar.
Yeah, think you gave it to me around the same age.
Pretty sure I hit a home run that day, too.
I have a vague recollection of that.
Everything okay?
Yeah.
Grandpa's treating everybody to ice cream.
That's why we invite him.
(engine backfires)
Just the man I'm looking for. Come on, walk with me.
Hey, if this is about me getting a new partner, you can stop apologizing.
I get it. It's time.
As a matter of fact, it is about your new partner.
I wanted to introduce you to him.
Renzulli.
I got to take care of this.
I'll... I'll get back to you. Yeah.
Yeah, boss.
MAN: Get out of here. I told them straight up, "Your collar, your puddle." You know what I'm saying?
It's a new slogan of mine, I swear.
That's a great story, man.
Best part of the story is, I returned the phone to the blonde.
And when I did, she thanked me... all night long.
(officers whooping)
I kid you not.
It had to be done.
You know what I mean?
Oh, that's so wrong. Hey.
Hey, we didn't meet. I'm Vinny Cruz.
Hey. Jamie Reagan.
That was some story.
Oh, yeah. The, uh, 3-5 was a madhouse.
You know, real busy, but a lot of laughs.
So you're down here now?
I am-- transferred to the Midtown Country Club, effective today.
Well, we may not be as busy as the 3-5, but, uh, we see our share of the action, too, right, guys?
I know. I'm just busting chops, man.
But it was real good to meet you.
Yeah, you, too. Welcome.
All right. Okay, good.
You two guys met?
Yeah. Yeah. We did.
All right, well, let's make it official.
By the power vested in me, I pronounce the two of you partners.
So...
Thanks, Sarge.
How's our little David Beckham?
Uh, he's looking at getting an endorsement deal for his jersey now.
Oh, brother.
What's next, a contract extension?
Oh, you wish.
He's, uh, asking questions about Victoria Beckham.
(laughs)
Over my dead body.
It was a joke, Mom.
What are you up to?
I'm saying yes to St. Victor's.
Jumping right back into the rat race, huh?
(sighs)
Danny.
It's just a couple of shifts at the hospital.
It's not like I'm going to be working the arbitrage desk at Goldman.
I know, I know.
Maybe you want to try out your nurse's outfit right now?
Watch a movie or... whatever.
Sounds good.
Yeah? Yeah.
As soon as you tell me what had you jumping out of your boots at the game today.
(sighs)
That was nothing.
Come on, you know I don't like to bring the job home.
It's fine.
So, everything's okay?
Right as rain.
Hey, Sarge. RENZULLI: Hey, guys.
What do we got?
Charles Zappa.
Says a male black, early 20s, wearing a white T-shirt, put a g*n on him and swiped his bag coming off the number six train.
Mr. Zappa.
You, uh... you look pretty winded.
You chased a guy with a g*n all the way here?
Yeah.
Listen, my wallet and my laptop are in that bag.
My whole life's in that thing.
He lost him when the perp buzzed into this building.
We gonna go knock on some doors?
Yeah. You, me and Reagan.
Blake, I want you in the alley around the back in case this mutt squirts.
Ten-four, Sarge. Now, you--
wait by the car, okay, Mr. Zappa?
Yes, sir. All right, boys.
(rustling, light clattering)
Who's there?
Come on. Who's there?
(dog barking in distance)
(cat meowing, clattering)
(woman yelling indistinctly, dog barking)
Heads up around back.
Heavy movement on the second floor.
(over radio): Rear apartment. We're moving in on it.
Copy that.
(woman yelling, dog barking)
Police. Open up.
Sarge, there he goes!
He's on the move!
Don't move! Don't move.
We got him! Cuff him.
We got him.
Got a g*n.
Oh, let me guess-- that ain't yours, huh?
(g*nsh*t)
Stay with him.
Put sh*ts fired over the air.
Attention, 10-13-- sh*ts fired.
What happened?
I don't know. He just... he just came out of nowhere.
Who is he? I don't know!
12 George to Central-- we need a bus at the rear of our location forthwith. All right, buddy.
We got it. We got it from here.
I sh*t him. What did I do?
He's going to make it. Is he going to make it?
You're going to be all right, okay?
Just stay with me, okay?
Oh, my God.
Help's on the way. Oh, my God.
I didn't want to alarm you.
This is probably nothing.
Sorry, Danny. It's not nothing when you almost sh**t the Minafos' cat.
I got a video text message from a guy that I collared years ago.
Well, what'd it say?
Take a look.
Hey, Danny.
It's me.
(chuckling)
Been a while.
Eight years, four months and three days, to be exact.
Hope you've been thinking of me, 'cause I've been thinking a lot about you.
(sighs) Anyway...
I just got out.
And I'm looking forward to seeing you very soon.
Bye.
Jesus, Danny.
Who is that?
Wait a minute.
Is that Benjamin Walker?
You always swore that everyone you collared swears revenge, but none of them have the balls to do it except for...
Except for Benjamin Walker.
And now he's out and he's threatening you.
Isn't that against the law?
In the eyes of the law, he did nothing; he said hello.
And in your eyes?
In my eyes... whoever said time heals all wounds probably never did prison time.
You think he's coming after you, and you're scared, Danny.
Oh, no, whoa.
I... I didn't say all of that.
Danny, listen to me for a second, okay?
We've been married for 15 years, and you've been wearing the shield for every single one of them.
Now, I don't know if you noticed, but that doesn't mean I get to kick back and have my nails done while you bust through walls taking down bad guys.
That means the both of us have about two decades on the job.
I know.
I'm stronger than you think, Danny.
Just tell me what we're up against.
I'm not scared.
Just concerned.
Very concerned.
♪ Blue Bloods 3x01 ♪
Family Business
Original Air Date on September 28, 2012
♪
So the doctor says I should get it lanced, but you know me--
I pass out taking off a Band-Aid.
They're here already?
Yes, sir.
And we've just been notified the man he sh*t, James Greer, expired at 845 hours.
GARRETT: I need to sit in on this.
(sighs)
Thank you, Baker.
Ten-hut. As you were.
Please.
Commissioner.
Captain Mancuso.
I explained to my officer that he's under no legal or departmental obligation to discuss any of the details of this sh**ting.
And frankly sir, I told him he shouldn't have come.
GARRETT: And that he'd be well-advised to have a lawyer or union representative present?
Yes.
Commissioner, I know that this isn't protocol, but I need to tell you personally what happened.
(sighs)
I was in the alley when I heard Sergeant Renzulli transmit that the perp was running.
Seconds later, somebody kicked open a door behind me, and I turned around fast.
I panicked, and I fired.
This was my fault.
Officer Blake... until the sh**ting Team conducts a thorough investigation, we really don't know what happened.
So why don't you let them do their job and you need to find a lawyer.
I sh*t an innocent man, and the last thing I had...
That is why these protocols are in place... to protect you.
I realize the position that I've put you in here, sir.
Well, I've got pretty broad shoulders.
Why don't you let me worry about that?
If I may, sir?
You gave the speech at my high school graduation.
You said, "All it takes for evil to triumph...
...is for good men to do nothing."
I was quoting someone-- Edmund Burke.
But I'm glad you heard it.
You're the reason I became a cop, Commissioner.
I see.
Then please, take my advice, okay?
Let's go.
Thanks for your time, sir. Sure.
Please tell the victim how sorry I am.
The death's gonna hit him hard.
Yeah.
Situations like these don't build character, they reveal it.
Pretty damn impressive, considering. Yeah.
Jim, we're going out.
I don't get it, Reagan.
I've seen you lock up hundreds of hard guys that threatened payback.
Why does this guy have you so spooked?
Love.
What?
When I met Benjamin Walker, he had nothing, Jack.
He was a angry and violent demolitions expert who loved to blow stuff up, mostly bank vaults.
And then he fell in love with Maria DiSalvo.
Is that whose house we're gonna knock on?
Yeah. Her love was like a life raft for him.
Somehow, it turned his whole life around.
And as a reward for good behavior, she got pregnant.
Thing is, she wanted him to turn around and give up the life.
He promised he would, but he didn't tell her he had one more score left in him. Uh-huh.
So, he wanted to do something big, something to pay her back for all the good she'd done and set them up for life.
So he did his one last score.
That's when you busted him. Yeah.
Excuse me. I'm looking for Maria DiSalvo.
Oh, man, she hasn't lived here in years.
Yeah, I know that.
Just wondering did anyone come around asking for her, looking for her?
Other than you?
Yeah, other than me.
No.
Listen, if you see or hear anything, can you give us a call?
Yeah, see, after after I collared Benjamin walker, she took off, never to be heard from again.
So he never got to see his kid?
No. I'm guessing he's blaming me.
The thing is with kids, you know, in a instant they could change your whole world.
So here's Benjamin Walker thinking he's about to have his whole world in the palm of his hands, and I come along and take it all away from him.
Mrs. Greer... I'm Frank Reagan.
I know who you are, Commissioner.
I didn't come here as a Police Commissioner.
I came here as a father.
He was minding his own business.
Stepped for a cigarette and got his life stolen from him.
You have every right to feel the way you do... toward me and the police department.
(chuckles)
Thank you for your permission.
Is this where I'm supposed to cry on your shoulder?
Mom...
It's all right.
I wish I could tell you it gets easier. It doesn't.
And it will never make sense.
And how would you know that?
I lost a son.
Was he sh*t down in cold blood by your NYPD?
Matter of fact, he was.
I'm sorry, Commissioner.
Clearly, I'm not helping here.
I will leave you to your family, Mrs. Greer.
I didn't mean to disturb you...
...and I'm sorry for your loss.
Come on. There's nothing else you could tell me?
There's nothing in his CJA file?
He maxed out his sentence, so no parole, no parole officer.
He's not even required to leave a forwarding address.
All right. Thank you.
Danny, I don't like the sound of your voice.
Oh, my baby sis really does love me, huh?
I do, and I'm not joking.
I'm worried about you.
Yeah, I know you are, and I appreciate it, but don't worry, everything's gonna be fine, okay?
He's just, he's just messing with my head.
Trying to get under my skin is all.
Okay. Just be careful out there, anyway.
I will. Always.
All right, look, you got to let me go.
I think my partner got lost going to to get us coffee.
Okay, bye.
What'd you do, partner, you walk to Coney Island for the coffee?
Danny... What's the matter, J?
What makes you think something's wrong?
Benjamin Walker.
That's me.
(chuckles)
How sweet, you remember me.
Yeah, I remember you, Benjamin.
It's been a long time. I wondered.
Lookit, you don't want her, okay? You want me.
And they say that chivalry is dead.
Listen, this is not about her, okay?
It's got nothing to do with her. It's between us.
You know, she's very, very pretty.
She even kind of reminds me of Maria.
Very soft lips and... pretty eyes.
Come on, come on.
What do you say we do a swap here, all right?
Let's meet up, we'll make a swap, me for her, all right?
It's a great idea. In fact, well, you read my mind.
Okay, you say where, I'll be there.
At our favorite park... where you arrested me.
Oh, yeah, Danny, come alone, all right?
By yourself.
Because, um, it's a private party.
All right.
All right, I'll be there.
It was stupid.
I wish you could've given me a heads up
'cause I could've alerted the press, got some nice footage of the victim's family staring daggers at you.
Big mistake.
It was a mistake I had to make, Garrett.
I'm just saying, Frank...
All right.
Here's the preliminary report from the sh**ting team.
They still need a few days to dot the i's, cross the t's, but the bad news is ballistics confirms that the b*llet came from Officer Blake's g*n.
Good news is they're ruling it an "accidental discharge without malicious intent."
Assemble the boys in the press room.
Why?
So we can make a statement.
That says you have no comment at this time.
Close. Only it'll sound more like we were wrong and we are deeply sorry.
Cue the president of the policeman's union on every station in town calling you disloyal.
We k*lled this woman's son.
Frank, every cop in town is gonna hate you.
But you'll still love me, right?
Thanks for being okay with this, babe.
She's your partner. Let's be honest, it's not like I could have stopped you anyway.
You got nothing to worry about, okay?
Our sharpshooters are the best.
They could put one through Lincoln's ear on a penny from a hundred yards away.
See? That hardly even sound dangerous.
I got a good team. I'll be fine.
I'm not worried, Danny. You're not?
No. Okay.
Everyone knows what a good cop you are.
But I know that you're an even better father and you always come home to your boys. All right.
Okay.
What did I do to deserve you, huh?
You got lucky.
Oh, Jack wanted me...
He said you could borrow it, so...
I told him you'd bring it back.
I will.
I'm moving into position, but I got no sign of him.
Okay, I think I got a visual on her, but she's all alone.
Okay, something's going on here.
Hey, Jack?
Jackie...
Okay, nobody move. She's holding onto a backpack.
You okay, partner?
(sighs)
It's a b*mb.
Okay, everybody stand down.
She's handcuffed to a b*mb in the backpack.
Stand down.
A b*mb, Benjamin? A b*mb?! What part of this arrangement involved you strapping a b*mb to my partner?
You lied to me!
Says the pot to the kettle.
Now tell all your sharpshooters and all your undercovers it's time to go home.
Give 'em a great big hand and send 'em home.
Okay.
Tick-tock.
WALKER: Tick... tock. Okay.
All right!
DANNY: All units clear the area.
Clear the area forthwith!
DANNY: Move it! Okay.
They're leaving.
I want you to help me disengage this b*mb now.
WALKER: I have a better idea.
Why doesn't she give it to you?
DANNY: Okay.
Okay.
(laughs)
Walk over...
WALKER: and uncuff her with your key.
Then cuff yourself to the b*mb.
Understand?
Yeah, I understand.
WALKER: Okay.
Throw away the key, and walk to the east edge of the park.
I'm in a yellow taxi.
If anyone follows, we go boom.
You got it?
I got it.
I'm gonna have to take that off your hands now, partner.
We're gonna make a little trade, okay?
Whoa, Danny, Danny.
Danny... you don't have to do this.
This is my fight, okay?
It's not yours. Danny...
I'm gonna go real slow, now, and take these cuffs off you, okay?
I know.
I know, Jack.
I gotta do this.
Go get the son of a bitch, okay?
I will.
I'm sorry.
Hey, don't say sorry.
Okay? Look at me.
I'm gonna take it away now, okay?
Okay, Jack, get out of here.
Go on.
Go.
Hey!
Drop the radio... the g*n, your cell phone.
g*n.
Nice and easy.
WALKER: Ankle g*n!
(laughs)
Don't forget that one.
All right.
Ankle g*n. Yeah, yeah.
Okay.
Just getting rid of my phone.
Sorry.
Sorry.
Get in!
Frank Reagan's premature public apology today was a slap in the face to every NYPD officer who proudly wears the uniform.
And as president of this union, I'm hereby calling for a vote of no confidence in our commissioner.
Told you. Congratulations.
You predicted the actions of the most predictable man on the face of the earth.
It's a vote of no confidence, Frank.
A public rebuke from one of our own. You want to guess what the lead story's gonna be tonight?
I'll give you a hint. It rhymes with "Frank Reagan""
It's hardly the first time I've had to handle criticism.
It is the first time fellow cops will be doing it.
We were wrong.
And I said so.
Commissioner...
What's wrong?
An ex-convict who Detective Reagan sent to prison has taken him hostage at gunpoint.
Personal grudge?
Yes. Sir.
Who's running the operation?
His C.O., Sergeant Gormley.
(sighs)
He's a good man.
Thank you, Baker.
(sighs)
(cell phone buzzes)
I was being sarcastic, Ira.
Good-bye, Ira.
Hi.
Erin, hey, it's me.
Um, I just need your help for a sec.
Danny, he sent me this really weird text, and, um... now he's not answering me.
Okay, okay. What did it say?
It says, uh, "1Z96."
One Z nine six.
That sounds like a taxi medallion number.
Why would he send that to me?
I don't know.
I'm calling Jackie, I'll pass it along, okay?
Where we going?
Right here's where we're going!
Who's Jenny Roberts?
Also known as Maria DiSalvo.
Yeah.
She changed her name after you put me away, so I couldn't find her.
But I had plenty of time to figure it out, thanks to you.
I found out where she was.
(choking up): And him, too.
That's my son.
Seven years old.
Never even got to meet his father.
I'm sorry.
Of course you're sorry!
You got a g*n on you!
No, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... about more than that, I'm sorry about your loss.
What happened to them, Benjamin?
(crying): It was a... it was a home invasion, all right?
(sniffs)
Couple of junkies... broke in the apartment.
(sobs)
And... they turned the whole place upside down.
They k*lled them both.
They k*lled them...
They k*lled them both.
It's not your fault, Benjamin.
It's not your fault, what's happened to them.
It's not your fault what's happening now, I know.
I understand.
But you haven't done anything yet that you can't come back from, do you understand me?
I can... you've suffered a lot.
You don't have to suffer anymore, just... let me help you, okay?
Let me help you; give me that g*n.
You just give me the g*n, and we can... we can walk away from this.
I ain't gonna give you the g*n.
I'll give you this.
I'll give you this, Danny.
(cocks g*n)
Start digging.
You put them there, now it's your turn.
You can dig your own grave.
Come on!
I know this is your cab, now tell me where it is.
I got 50 cabs on the road at the same time.
How do I know where any one cab is?
Because it has GPS. Now do it.
I'll call the driver.
Your driver's either dead, or locked up in the back of the trunk.
A police officer's life is at stake, sir!
I'm done talking.
Sit down and tell me where the cab is.
Or God help me... Okay!
Okay. I'm doing it.
I'm doing it.
Commissioner...
Danny.
No, it's Officer Blake.
He's locked himself in the house with a g*n to his head.
(indistinct radio chatter, officers talking)
Hey. Hey, Sarge.
Blake's wife.
Poor thing must be dying inside.
I just wish I could bust through the door and rip the g*n out of his hands, you know?
Best thing we can do is hang back.
Send our thoughts and prayers.
Hey. Hey.
You can tell your buddies they can stop whispering.
It's not like I don't know what they're saying.
Oh, yeah? What are they saying?
That my father shouldn't have apologized publically.
And he didn't have to admit we got it wrong.
But we did get it wrong.
And he had to shout it from a mountaintop?
You prefer he sweep it under the rug?
I'd rather he choose us over them.
Who's "them"?
Anybody not wearing blue.
Look, where I come from, all we got out here is each other.
And if a fellow cop don't got your back, nobody does.
Let's be straight.
You're not high on me, I'm not high on you.
But get this much clear: there's no cop that has ever backed his men more than my father.
And if anybody says otherwise, they're gonna have to answer to me.
(officers whispering)
(grunting)
It's not too late, you know.
You don't want to make a bad situation worse.
Get up and keep on digging, and shut up!
I'm doing everything you ask.
Drop your w*apon, Benjamin!
Nobody make a move!
I'll k*ll him!
Right here, right now!
You hear me?
(sirens approaching, helicopter approaching)
Benjamin, drop it!
No way.
You drop yours!
Or you can say good-bye to Detective Danny.
Just listen to them, all right?
It's over, Benjamin. Come on.
It ain't over till I say it's over.
What are you going to do?
You going to sh**t me?
They're going to sh**t you.
It doesn't make any sense.
It's not going to bring your girl and your kid back.
Nobody's going to g*n me when I got you.
You're my good luck charm.
What are you going to do against all of them, Benjamin?
Huh? Look at them.
Look at them.
It's over.
(helicopter whirring overhead)
Look at them all.
So come on, just drop the g*n.
It's over.
Just turn yourself in.
Come on.
(grunts)
Reagan!
Lieutenant; Ed.
Sir.
All due respect sir, but keeping your personal safety in mind, I strongly recommend against you going in the premises at this time.
I heard what you said, Jack, and I understand why you had to say it.
Did you hear him?
I did. Yes, sir.
Good. I'm going in.
Coming through!
(sighs)
It's Commissioner Reagan.
I'm coming in.
What are you doing here?
Responding to a 10-13-- officer needs assistance.
Lower your w*apon.
I won't talk to a man with a g*n to his head.
I'm not going to try and take it away from you.
I took an oath to protect and to serve, and I did neither.
I k*lled an innocent man.
You did.
How am I supposed to live with that?
Stop feeling sorry for yourself.
There's too many people ahead of you on the sympathy line.
You're still here.
He's not.
If I could take his place...
Well, you can't.
What you can do is even the score--
maybe someday save a life for the one you accidentally took.
At this point, how can I?
By sticking around.
Otherwise... you're just one of those good men who did nothing.
(sighs)
Son... you can't take back what's been done.
Nobody can.
I need you to do something for me.
Try to find your way back to the man I met in my office this morning.
♪ ♪
Ten-hut.
Wasn't worried a bit.
He had my lucky rabbit's foot.
You mean my lucky rabbit's foot.
I thought it was mine.
Don't worry. It's still yours.
We're just happy that you came back in one piece.
Seriously, from now on, anybody Danny arrests gets sent away with a plate of homemade cookies and a note that says, "Nothing personal."
Well, all jokes aside, I do want to take a moment and acknowledge someone special.
'Cause I never would have got through this if I didn't have the best partner a cop could have.
LINDA: Yeah, Jackie is getting homemade cookies, flowers, a cake...
I was talking about you.
ERIN: Aw.
Uncle Danny, that was the sweetest thing ever.
It really was. I might cry.
DANNY: Aw.
I might puke.
Jamie!
(laughter)
Everything okay, Francis?
Never better, Pop.
Erin?
Sure, Dad.
Bless us, Our Lord, and these, Thy gifts, we are about to receive from Thy bounty through Christ Our Lord.
Amen.
ALL: Amen.