(panting)
(elevator bell dings)
Good morning, Frank.
Apparently not.
Why do you say that?
You're hovering already.
The Irish Times is gonna have a reporter covering your breakfast with the prime minister this morning.
Also, CNN is requesting a brief and painless interview regarding the department's counter terrorism division.
They are seldom brief and never painless.
I'll take that as a yes.
And you're hovering because?
We had a visit from the NYPD Legal Bureau.
This is a copy of the subpoena.
A subpoena for what? A dealer is going to trial for selling heroin.
His lawyer contends that it was illegal for police to stop and search him in a private residential building, so his arrest should be vacated.
You are being subpoenaed to answer questions about the department's safe building policy.
But, wait, there's more.
What?
The attorney's Jack Boyle.
Erin's ex?
MAN: People v.
David Powell on the charge of criminal possession of a controlled substance in the first degree.
Jack Boyle, Your Honor, of Boyle, Baxter and Russell, counsel for the defense.
How do you plead?
Not guilty.
People, would you like to be heard on bail?
Uh, Erin Reagan-Boyle for the People, Your Honor.
Based on his priors, the state requests a $25,000 bail. First things first.
Your Honor, the arrest of Mr. Powell began with an unconstitutional stop inside his building of residence.
Seriously?
Your Honor, Mr. Powell had ten ounces of heroin on him and the details of the stop are arguments for the trial, not the arraignment.
We waive all written motions.
We will not entertain any pleas.
Uh, we are going to fight this.
And as long as we're granted a pretrial hearing, we are prepared to move forward immediately.
In regards to the defense request to go straight to trial, are the People prepared?
Oh, the People are ready for trial.
Last name Boyle.
Any relation?
Not anymore, Your Honor.
Is that a problem, Your Honor?
Not for me, no.
For you, well, all-all I can say is I'm looking forward to presiding over the trail.
Bail is set at $20,000.
(gavel bangs)
BOYLE: Check on the 20...
Okay. Excuse me one second. Hi.
Would have been nice to have a heads up, Jack.
Uh, yeah, I'm sorry. No could do.
Really?
Yeah, really, I had a subpoena to serve in the case.
Not to me.
No, uh, no, to your dad.
You did what?
It's nothing personal.
And you would have done the same thing and you know it.
That's a very nice suit, by the way.
What are you... just in town for the trial?
Uh, who knows?
Well, you should.
Nah, you know me, as soon as it ain't as much fun anymore, uh, I am out the door.
I'm gonna have to sleep on that one for, like, a week.
Hey, I'm sure that you have a... a lot planned for Nicky's Sweet 16.
Give me a couple of windows, I'd like to do something special with her.
She's free all day Saturday, but you really should check with her.
Can I drop you?
You already did.
I had that coming.
FRANK: Again, pleasure, Mr. Prime Minister.
Thank you, Commissioner.
Detective Baker will show you out.
Good luck at the UN.
Safe trip back to Dublin.
Tell me I don't have to answer that subpoena in person.
You want the truth or just what you want to hear?
Both. You don't have to appear, legal's taking care of it.
Really?
(laughs)
Yeah, really.
(door opens)
Yes, Baker?
The winner of the Commissioner for a Day contest is here.
Okay, let's have him. Jordan Silva, 18, East New York.
What's up?
Jordan Silva, I'd like to introduce Commissioner Frank Reagan.
Congratulations.
Thanks.
When you come back, I'll show you around and fill you in on what we'll be doing today.
When I come back from where?
From going home to put on attire appropriate for this office.
And lose the jewelry.
What do we got, partner?
Uh, two g*nshots--
one to the back of the head, one in the crotch.
Oh. Nine millimeter?
Same as the Ramos m*rder last week.
Ah, great. got any witnesses?
Well, just the dog.
All right, so we got the same exact M.O. as the first one, huh?
Yeah, both sh*t in the back of the head, both in the crotch.
Both hit in the early morning hours at close range with a nine millimeter.
Well, good morning, New York.
Looks like we got ourselves a serial k*ller.
♪ Blue Bloods 3x03 ♪
Old Wounds
Original Air Date on October 12, 2012
♪
I filed a motion to quash the subpoena, citing Dad on the stand would be irrelevant and inflammatory.
Claw it back.
Why? Our lawyers are taking care of it, quietly and leakproof.
(sighs)
So, he doesn't even get a mention in the papers.
Not if it goes the way we hope.
You'll rescind your motion?
Right away.
Garrett?
I'll, uh, come back.
I should be going.
May I say something?
Do I have a choice?
I stand where I stood two years ago, and if he disappoints Nicky one more time...
Dad?
I am not here to rehash my past.
Subpoenaing me was a nonstarter and he knew it.
Okay, I don't need a lecture, Dad.
I'm not lecturing, I'm reminding.
He knows how to get to you.
I'll keep that in mind.
(deep breath)
You come up with anything on that tattoo there, the, uh, "fury"?
No, I haven't seen it before.
Looks like a g*ng tat though.
What do you know about this guy?
Uh, we've got Eduardo Munoz,
22, from Sunset Park.
Two g*nshots.
First sh*t struck the right orbital plate.
Uh, basically sh*t to the head, no exit.
Second sh*t tore through his penis and interior urethra at close range.
Every time I say that phrase, men instinctively cover their privates.
How close was the sh**t?
Mmm, about... about this close.
That's close.
A close range sh*t to the groin, doesn't get more personal than that.
Hey, Mom.
sh**t. It's your half day.
We're supposed to be shopping for the dress for your party.
But it doesn't look like it.
Yeah, I'm kind of...
Got it, no worries.
Dad came by school.
Charmed my English teacher.
Did he?
He told me he wanted to take me out for my birthday.
Well, he is your father.
So, you're cool with it?
As long as you are.
Sounds like he may be here for a while.
Well, we'll see.
Can I ask you one quick question?
Yeah, sh**t.
Is opposing him in court kind of... uncomfortable?
Absolutely.
Does seeing Dad ever make you miss him?
Even a little bit?
Or do you just wish you never even got married in the first place?
That's two questions.
Goes to the witness's frame of mind, Your Honor.
If we had never gotten married, I wouldn't have you and you are, by far, the greatest thing I have ever accomplished.
And while a lot of things go into making any decision, what I try to keep foremost in my mind is the public safety.
Thank you so much, Commissioner.
My pleasure, Jessica.
If I may ask your Commissioner for a Day winner a quick question?
Sure.
What's been your impression of Commissioner Reagan?
Uh, I think he's a very, um, powerful guy with a very influential position.
We don't have time for this.
We are due downstairs for a Sports League lunch reception now, but thank you, Jess.
Thank you both for being on time as our window is very small.
What did you think?
You're good at sound bites.
So are you.
"Powerful" and "influential," both descriptive, yet non-committal.
So, she asked you a lot about, uh, public safety.
The way I see it, you're more interested in the public safety of places like Park Slope and the Upper East Side.
How heavy is that?
The chip on your shoulder?
I just tell it like it is.
Oh, do you now?
Did you know that under Commissioner Reagan, New York City is enjoying the lowest crime rate since 1964?
Well, in my neighborhood someone gets sh*t to death and it ends up on page 30
of the newspaper in an article this big.
East New York, your neighborhood, leads this city in r*pes, robberies, murders and felony assaults.
Why do you think that is?
'Cause no one cares, including the cops.
You need to wait by the elevator.
Historically, the Commissioner for a Day winners just spend less than an hour with the commissioner, so your work here is done.
It's my time and I'm not done.
So, not yet.
Care to share why?
Again, not yet.
Well, you gotta admit, Jack's got balls.
You want me to b*at him up or something?
If you remember, that didn't go over for you too well last time.
Hold on, the guy's got two feet on me, and besides, he didn't fight fair.
Well, that's what makes him a good attorney.
Yeah.
Well, he did charm everyone in the family
(sighs)
The case you're here about?
Right.
Yeah, Eduardo Munoz and John Ramos, both acquitted on charges of, uh...
r*pe in the first degree, along with Martin Cabrera and Richard Turkel.
Right. Well, Munoz and Ramos both turned up dead within a week of each other.
Can't say I'm sorry about that.
Danny, this is Pete Freehill.
He is the detective who worked the case.
Apparently didn't work it well enough.
Hey, it happens.
More like, the jury didn't do the right thing.
Right, so, uh, what happened with it?
Well, these four guys g*ng-r*ped an 18-year-old girl on her way home from a party.
Uh-huh. She ID'd them the next day, and I scooped 'em up.
ERIN: They were arrested, grand jury indicted, but when it went to trial, the defense team called the DNA evidence into question.
It was mixed in such a way that the analyst couldn't get a single profile.
So the jury let 'em walk.
Well, you said there were four guys.
The other two, they still on the street?
Yeah, Cabrera and Turkel, two lowlifes.
I'm just waiting for them to come back around so we can get it right next time.
You're thinking they may be next?
Well, it would make sense.
This victim, Lily Rivera, did she testify?
She broke down under cross, wouldn't retake the stand.
Look, somebody's taking these guys out one by one.
This girl... she seem the type of person who'd be capable?
ERIN: I hope not.
I mean, it was devastating enough to lose the case.
It would destroy me if I had to prosecute her for m*rder.
Yeah, I mean, last I heard, she was in rehab.
I mean, she's never really recovered from this.
Lily, we're very sorry for all you've been through.
We'll try to make this brief, okay?
Now, when was the last time you saw or heard from any of the men accused of raping you?
Accused of raping me?
What does that mean?
You think that they're innocent?
No, that's not what I meant.
Right.
The last time I saw them was... a month ago.
After the trial ended, and they were celebrating.
High-fiving each other and slapping each other on the back when they won the case.
I'm sorry.
Detective Freehill promised that... that there was no way these guys were ever gonna walk.
So that must have been very upsetting for you, huh?
Upsetting?
They tell me that I have... some sort of post-traumatic stress disorder.
I thought only soldiers coming back from w*r got that.
You know why I'm here?
'Cause all the dr*gs that they prescribed... didn't make me functional again.
They just gave me this whole other set of nightmares.
Lily, we have to ask you this. Okay?
Where were you this morning between 4:00 and 6:00 a.m.?
My mom checked me in last night.
I haven't left.
Why?
(sighs)
Why? Because two of the men who r*ped you have turned up dead.
John Ramos was k*lled a week ago, Eduardo Munoz was k*lled this morning.
(sighs)
Can you get me on that list?
(crying): Because I... honestly wish someone would k*ll me.
(sobs)
And... smile.
And now a handshake.
I think we got it. Thank you, John.
Could you stop down at 13
and just download those now?
Give us a minute, Garrett.
Commissioner?
Give us a minute.
Why do you think you won this essay contest?
I just write what I think people want to hear.
Tell me about your family.
Your dad?
I don't know my dad.
Okay.
(sighs)
Tell me about your mother.
What do you know about my mom?
I know she was m*rder*d, and I know the case is still open.
You know why?
'Cause of who she was.
Where we're from.
What if it was your wife who was k*lled?
Hmm?
How fast would that case get closed?
It got closed pretty quick.
She d*ed of cancer.
A'ight. Sorry.
The police aren't the enemy, here.
You know it's been over a year, and I still don't know who k*lled her?
You know no one's even been charged yet?
And when I ask the detective why, he blows me off.
So... you really going to tell me if our roles were reversed it'd be the same?
You really gonna tell me that we're equal there?
Nope.
(indistinct talking, phones ringing)
Okay, come with me.
You still have your married name on the door.
That's a shocker.
(door closes)
It's kind of like someone on a diet keeping a fat picture of themselves on the fridge.
Just to look at it and go, "I don't want to be that person, ever again."
Ah.
What can I do for you?
I, uh, was wondering if you had any friends who were realtors.
Let me think.
Just about a hundred.
I'm supposed to look for a place.
And the, uh, the firm will pay for something nice, so I thought the commission might as well...
Tracey Scott. She's great.
Happily married, though.
I am looking for an apartment.
And, Jack, if you do end up moving back...
Um, it's just in the air at this point.
The New York office is way off on revenue targets...
Whatever.
Can I just ask this?
At least 20 blocks from me.
Different subway stop, dry cleaners, different... Chinese takeout.
Different anything where you and I might bump into each other.
Of course. And... can you not put it in Nicky's head that you might move back?
I mentioned that there was a possibility...
Yeah, I know.
I know. Please stop.
Unless and until it's real, and you're able to tell her you're going to see her more often, and you're sure that you're actually going to follow through on it.
Why are you doing this?
Because, Jack, it would be really cruel if she thought her father was living a cab ride away, and he still didn't have time for her.
I wouldn't do that to her.
She turns 16 on Sunday.
Do you know what that means?
Yeah, that she's, uh...
I don't know.
She's not a kid anymore.
And in two years, it's going to be totally up to her which one of us she lives with, or how often she wants to see either of us.
So if you do want to see her more, run it by her.
Not me.
Fair enough.
Erin Boyle.
Did you ever think that maybe the real reason you kept your name on that door is because for a long stretch there we were a pretty good team?
I'll see you in court, as they say.
(door closes)
DANNY: I think it's the worst part of the job.
Still can't believe we gotta protect a bunch of rapists.
Well, they didn't get convicted.
They didn't get convicted because of a technicality.
I still can't believe they found a lawyer smart enough to poke a hole in the DNA evidence.
If you ask me, they're getting what they deserve.
What, are we judge and jury now?
I'm just saying, I'm not gonna feel good about locking up the guy who's doing this to them.
I know. You just feel good about doing your job.
When you do your job, that's the difference between us and them.
Hold on, is that Cabrera?
I think that's our guy, Jack.
Let's go.
Martin Cabrera.
We need to ask you a few questions.
Hey!
MAN: Run, man! DANNY: Hey!
Hold on!
DANNY: Stop that bus!
Hold it!
Stop the bus!
Right now.
Keep the door closed behind me.
Everyone stay in your seats.
It's police business.
You two, come on.
Chill, man. I didn't even do nothing!
Shut your mouth.
What the hell'd you run for, huh?
I didn't know you was a real cop.
I thought you were gonna k*ll me.
I thought I was next.
Nine millimeter.
(handcuffs clicking)
Tour's over for you, kid.
Next stop's Rikers Island.
Let's go.
(cheering)
All right, all right.
Thank you.
Come on.
You and I both know what you did.
I didn't r*pe her. Oh, you didn't?
Okay, well, let's say you didn't.
We still got you on possession of an illegal firearm... oh, and resisting arrest, which, with your record, I think is good for about three to six for you.
Shut up, man.
Ain't nobody gonna punk me, all right?
Really?
Yeah? Know who's going to punk you?
A bunch of prison inmates are going to punk you.
I'm gonna skate this, same as I skated on the last one.
No, you're gonna be someone's prison bitch, you r*pist.
"Fury," huh?
When did you get that tat?
A couple of months ago. For what?
Some kind of, uh, g*ng initiation?
You know, Munoz had the same one.
Did you both get it for raping Lily Rivera?
Yeah, maybe I did, so what?
There's nothing you could do about it.
I'm sorry, I slipped.
Keep your man in check, all right?
Guy's crazy!
Yes, he is.
Munoz is dead.
Ramos is dead.
All that's left is you and Turkel.
Last time I saw Turk, he was freaked out about the murders.
Where did you see him?
Write it down.
Write it down.
He's staying at his grandma's house.
So, who do you think did it?
When we got off, her brother went nutso on us.
Screaming in the courtroom, saying he was gonna k*ll us, one by one.
Too bad he didn't start with you first.
Lily's seven years younger than me.
So my whole life, it was, "Mark, walk Lily to school.
"Mark, take care of Lily.
Mark, help Lily with homework"
That night, she was going to a party at a friend's house.
I said I'd meet her and walk her home, but she says she's 18.
"I can walk home by myself""
Now she sits inside all day, watching TV.
I'm watching my sister waste away.
It's my fault.
Did you try to help her by getting revenge on the guys who did this to her?
I read about the murders.
What, you think I did it?
Put it to you this way, I wouldn't blame you if you did.
JACKIE: Martin Cabrera said you threatened to k*ll him and the others when they were acquitted.
Yeah, I did.
If it was your sister, wouldn't you?
It doesn't mean I acted on it. All right, where were you this morning between 4:00 a.m. and 6:00 a.m.?
I stayed the night at my girl's house.
I didn't leave for work till 8:00.
She'll corroborate that for you?
Yeah. Okay.
My sister's rapists got away scot-free and now the person taking revenge on them is probably gonna end up in prison.
What kind of justice is that?
What do you think?
It's a little Jodie Foster in Taxi Driver.
What?
Before your time.
Uh...
Let's try this one.
But I like this one.
Just try it.
So Dad got tickets to Once, the Saturday matinee.
We're going to an early dinner after.
Okay.
Then to the Yankees game.
Oh, he's really pouring it on.
Dad got a third ticket for the game.
Oh, honey, I can't.
And please don't get it into your head that if the geography may change that Dad and I might get back together.
Mom. It's just... it's never gonna happen and...
What I was going to ask...
Going to ask?
Well, I've kind of started hanging out with Luke Ryder.
Oh.
He's a huge Yankees fan.
Do you think it'd be cool if I asked him to go?
Luke Ryder?
Or too, you know, forward?
What did your dad say?
I didn't ask him, but he said it was my ticket to ask whoever I wanted.
Then...
...you should ask who... whoever you want.
Make sure that Luke Ryder offers to buy a round of hot dogs.
(chuckles)
So... what do you think?
I think that my little girl is all grown up.
I meant about the dress.
It's a keeper.
(exhales)
What do you got, partner?
Cabrera's g*n wasn't a match, and the brother's alibi checked out.
Well, it's got to be somebody close to her.
How about the father? Deceased.
Okay, what about the mother?
No, she works the night shift at Jacobi, and they said she was there last night.
Great.
Excuse me, Detective. What's this?
Looks like we got a ballistics hit.
b*ll*ts from the murders match ones found in a g*ng sh**ting in the Bronx two years ago.
sh**t was named Paco Flores.
Let's go see Paco.
(dog barking in distance)
You left this in the kitchen.
Why are you looking into a m*rder in East New York?
You're reading my files.
Well, I'm retired.
What else do I have to do?
What's bothering you?
Nothing, Pop.
(chuckles)
I forget where I left my keys, and sometimes I don't remember my grocery list, but one thing I haven't lost, and that is my ability to know when something is bothering you.
(sighs)
My Commissioner for the Day, it's his mother that was m*rder*d.
There's something he doesn't know.
And when he finds out, it's gonna hurt him.
So what are you gonna tell him?
The truth.
(sighs)
What do you remember about your grandfather?
Grandpa?
He taught me how to fish.
Taught me how to throw a curveball.
He was a useless drunk.
When I was growing up, my father went from job to job because he was always drinking.
My mother had to work her butt off to pay for us to go to Catholic school.
He left when I was 15.
I had to get a job to help Mom pay the bills.
Then when he came back, years later, it was never the same for me.
I had no respect for him.
You loved Grandpa.
Of course I did, Francis, because he was my father.
You loved your granddad because you didn't know the history.
You never told me.
(groans)
It would have ruined your relationship and whatever wonderful memories you had with him.
I like this kid.
(clears throat)
Seems to me like all he's got left are memories.
(distant siren wailing)
(muffled talking, dog barking)
Police! Open up!
MAN: You got a search warrant?
You hear someone screaming inside?
As if they were in distress and need our help desperately?
Hmm, yeah, I think we should probably wait for backup.
Yeah, we'll wait for backup.
Police! On the floor right now!
Get down on the floor.
You two, on the floor now! Let's go! Down!
We're not here for any of you.
We're for Paco, all right.
So don't do anything stupid.
Coming out, Jack.
OFFICER: All right, stay down there.
Stay down there.
Show me your hands.
On the ground, now!
Okay.
Hello?
Hello, Paco.
Get on your feet.
I said get up.
Now listen to me, I don't care what you're doing here.
I don't even care what you got on you.
I care about a sh**ting you were involved in two years ago.
What happened to the g*n?
I don't got that g*n.
I said what happened to it?
A cop took it, man.
A cop took it?
Was it... a detective?
Yeah. It wasn't listed as evidence.
What was his name?
Uh, Free something.
Detective Freehill?
Yeah, that's it, Freehill.
Detective Freehill.
Okay, come on.
Get out of here.
Jack, Detective Freehill is the guy that worked Lily Rivera's case.
I met him this morning in Erin's office.
You saying a cop m*rder*d these guys?
It makes sense now.
Well, if that's the case, Turkel is next.
And we have an address on him that's close by; you want to check it out? No, no, no.
You put a team together, you go find Freehill, all right?
I'm gonna go by Turkel's place.
Jack, it looks like Freehill might be here already.
Yeah, call in an 85
to this address.
Yeah, I'll wait for backup.
(indistinct shouting, distant clattering)
MAN: Please, please, man.
(man continues indistinctly)
MAN: Come on, please. Come on, man.
(crying)
Please, come on.
No! Please don't!
Don't do this to me, man! Oh, come on!
(crying)
(crying)
Police! Please! Please help me!
Drop it!
Stay out! Stay out!
I said drop that g*n!
Come on! I'm telling you, stay out!
Stay out of here!
I don't want to die, man! Shut up!
Detective Freehill, I want you to put that g*n down right now.
I promised her I'd get justice.
I promised her that they would never be able to hurt her again, and they walked out of there free, like it was all a big joke. I know what they did.
I know what they did. I worked that case for over a year.
Man, I did everything by the book!
I know, and it wasn't your fault.
Okay, it happens.
We all get cases that don't go the way we want, that don't go the way they should, okay?
No, they never, never, never once showed an ounce of remorse, and they can't be retried.
They're gonna walk away scot-free on my case? On my time?
I can't let this guy walk.
You're gonna do this scumbag's time for him, huh?
Is that what you're gonna do?
What sense does that make? Tell you what sense it makes, at least she gets justice, that's what sense it makes.
You know the type of girl she is, Pete. She's only gonna blame herself.
Look at me.
Don't take the coward's way out on this, all right?
I don't know you well, but I know you well enough to know you're not a coward, all right? You're a good detective.
Do me a favor.
Lower that g*n so we can talk here. Come on.
What happens? This guy just gets to walk out of here?
Come on. You and I both know scumbags like this.
He will make another mistake again, and when he does, Pete, I will be there.
One cop to another, I give you my word, I will get him.
(sirens approach)
That's some of our guys out there now.
What are you gonna do?
It's only gonna get more complicated for you. Look at me.
Give it up, Pete. Come on.
Give me that.
(Turkel sobbing)
Come on.
There you go.
Now step back.
(indistinct radio transmission)
(siren wails briefly)
That was fun.
Sure.
Well, he's looking at 25 to life. Yeah.
Maybe he'll get a good lawyer and walk.
I don't know.
You know, call me crazy, but me and that guy aren't that different if you think about it.
What are you talking about?
Just saying, similar situation, at least with someone I care about, I might have done the same thing he did.
What did you say to him in there?
A bunch of lies. What I wanted to tell him was go ahead and sh**t the son of a bitch and let's be done with it.
ERIN: The issue here is not who gave consent.
The officers had consent. The question is did they have the right to stop Mr. Powell and probable cause to search him, which led to the ten ounces of heroin.
BOYLE: Right. And where was the probable cause?
Is it now a crime to do your laundry?
Because that's where Mr. Powell was headed when he was stopped.
Really? Does he always bring ten ounces of heroin separated into ten glassine envelopes to do laundry?
Your Honor, a citizen has the expectation of privacy inside his own home.
The building owners and its residents have an expectation for safety and...
I will review the motion.
We will reconvene at 2:00 p.m.
(gavel bangs)
Commissioner.
You got a minute?
I took a look at your mom's case.
We've always had a suspect.
We're just looking for a key witness.
Who?
For now, you just need to know that your mom was caught in the wrong place at the wrong time.
You're lying.
I didn't lie.
I just didn't tell the whole truth.
Yeah, well, whatever you want to call it, all right, but that "wrong place, wrong time""
that's all bull, all right?
I'm 18. I don't want the BS version.
Your mom was sh*t point-blank by a rival drug dealer who thought she was moving in on his territory.
My mom was selling dr*gs?
cr*ck cocaine.
She was a bartender.
I-I never even saw her with dr*gs.
She was selling from behind the bar.
And the detective on the case did not blow you off.
It was stalled because the only witness to her m*rder disappeared that night.
So what you saying then, whoever did it is just gonna get away with it?
Not if I can help it.
And now you feel sorry for me.
Um, I'm not a charity case.
Don't confuse me with social services.
I'm not your counselor.
I didn't come here to hold your hand.
So what did you come for, huh?!
To tell me that my mom's been lying to me for years?
You didn't even know who I was.
You didn't even care about any of this until I came into your office.
You need to get your head out of your ass.
Who do you think chose you, Jordan?
"I can't compete with kids my age who have money and status
"to help them succeed, but I can compete on sheer will
"and determination because that can't be bought, "can't be handed down, and its supply is endless if you decide, like me, never to give up."
I told you I write what people like to hear.
Oh, yeah, that's right.
(sighs)
No question you've got every reason to be bitter and angry.
You got a legitimate grievance.
Now, you can nurse that grievance and become a victim for the rest of your life or you can choose to persevere.
I'm not a victim.
No, you're not.
You can be somebody.
'Cause I won some stupid essay contest?
Because you convinced the police commissioner of New York City to reexamine your mom's m*rder.
So, if you find out something else about my mom's case, then...
You're my first phone call.
Right.
Okay.
You want to practice sh**ting, you ought to run a bunch of wind sprints first.
That way you're sh**ting through fatigue.
More like the real thing.
Thanks.
You're welcome.
Turn it up.
(pop music playing)
Hi, I'm Erin, Nicky's mom.
Nice to meet you. Luke Ryder.
Oh, well, Luke Ryder.
Yeah.
Is-Is Nicky here yet?
Yeah, yeah, she's right over there with the g*ng.
Who's that kid with Nicky?
Ah, that's her friend.
These are really good. You know, you should try some.
Like a friend friend or a boyfriend friend?
Why don't you ask her?
Poor kid. Why?
Imagine you looking over at this table, what do you see?
You see New York's Finest eating a bunch of finger foods.
Yeah, and watching for him to make one false move.
That's right.
How much do we know about this kid, huh?
Don't worry, Pop, I'm already on top of it.
(chuckles)
Hi.
Oh, hi.
Uh, Nicky invited me.
Yeah, I know. I figured if you wanted me not to come, I would've heard from you.
It's her party.
I will take that as a...
Recusal?
...recusal.
Oh, and congratulations on the ruling, by the way.
Thank you.
Please don't get mad at me, but you look absolutely beautiful, Ms. Boyle.
Oh, don't call me that.
Beautiful or Boyle?
Neither.
Uh, go say hi to my family.
They packing?
(chuckles) Go.
Jack...
It's good that you're here.
Uncle Jack!
I didn't know you were coming.
How are you?
Oh, Jack, Sean!
Wait, wait, wait. Hup, hup!
Pick one.
Look at that.
Old silver dollars.
Luck in your pocket. SEAN: Cool!
JACK: Yeah, cool. DANNY: Very cool, very cool.
Ah, Jamie, too long.
Good to see you. You.
Danny, Linda.
Jack, good to see you.
You mean that?
Yeah.
(chuckles)
Keep moving.
Hello, Jack. Hello, Frank.
I'm, uh, I'm sorry about that subpoena.
It was nothing personal.
No big deal. Squashed it like a cockroach.
Uh, yeah, yeah, so you did, so you did.
So, uh, no hard feelings?
Nah. I figured you'd suffered enough already.
Uh, yeah? How's that?
You had two of the best women I've ever known, and you let 'em both go.
Morning, Ms. Reagan-Boy...
Ms. Reagan.
Good morning to you.