(groans)
What? You're in early.
And doing paperwork, no less.
What gives? I got a big night tonight, Jack.
I got to be signed off by EOT.
(clears throat)
Bottom drawer.
Excuse me?
Item you left in the car yesterday.
What is this, a joke?
(man wolf-whistles)
This isn't mine, Sarge. GORMLEY: No joke.
Detectives who had the car after you found it assumed it was...
Oh, I'm sure that everybody assumed...
Okay, we're all adults here, okay?
Can we just drop it, please? Thank you.
GORMLEY: Nothing to be embarrassed about, Reagan.
I'm sure you look fetching in it.
(laughter)
My 16th wedding anniversary, Sarge, okay?
The traditional gift is silver hollowware.
I didn't know what it was, so I got this.
16 years, huh?
Yup. GORMLEY: With him?
My condolences to Linda.
You know, you take all the potshots you want, Sarge, but 16 years ago this day, I married the love of my life.
It's always been a lucky day for me.
(soft laugh)
Look at you.
Is it too much for City Hall?
No, you look, you look so... beautiful, it... it hurts.
Whoa-whoa-whoa, stop, stop.
What am I thinking? I got to...
I got to record this to show it to our future kids.
(sighs)
Hello, future babies.
Mommy and Daddy are... eloping.
(laughs)
I didn't have time to alter the dress.
No, Alyson, you look... perfect.
Johnny, I can't believe you sprung for a limo.
Wait'll you see where we're going on the honeymoon.
You look beautiful. Thank you.
Now she enters the very expensive limousine as Miss Alyson Phillips to begin the short but amazingly awesome journey to becoming Mrs. Johnny Evans.
I love you, Johnny Evans.
And with that, I bid bachelorhood a fond farewell...
Get down!
Alyson... Alyson! No, no, no, don't move. You've been sh*t.
Are you okay? Alyson!
Alyson!
No, no, no, no!
No!
You need to hear what went out from the mayor's office in their morning brief.
Quote...
"While I have every confidence that the NYPD will succeed
"in protecting President Valverde
"while he receives critical medical treatment in our city, "I stand with our Hispanic constituents in my outrage that this brutal dictator has been granted permission..""
Where does it say that a white, Irish Catholic police commissioner cannot be as outraged as Hispanics?
Well, the mayor's just covering his bases.
Man could politicize a rainy day.
We need to put something out, Frank.
I've got a draft.
"In a just world, "President Valverde would receive the same treatment here that his own people get under his criminal regime..."
The guy ordered his men to open fire on a peaceful protest and then barred the wounded from hospitals.
Including women and children.
He did that? Two days before his phony election.
If it were up to me, he would never set foot in this city.
That's good stuff.
I can clean it up a little... I was venting.
This office will have no comment for the press.
Sir? Frank?
We need to have...
We need to get him in and out of the hospital for an operation-- end of story.
Yes, Baker?
I have your chief of intel in the conference room. It's urgent.
(sighs)
(door opens)
FRANK: What do you got, Chief?
We've got a situation with Valverde.
Hmm. Narcotics has had a wire up on a drug courier from his country for about a year.
Last night, he had a special request for "fireworks"
to greet President Valverde with.
There's going to be an assassination attempt.
(sighs)
It's two hours out.
What do you want to do, sir?
Whatever it takes.
♪ Blue Bloods 3x04 ♪
Scorched Earth
Original Air Date on October 19, 2012
♪
DANNY: Anyone ever threatened you or Alyson?
JOHNNY: No. No?
What about third-party romantic entanglements?
Nothing like that, huh?
No. Okay.
It's never anyone else.
I asked her to marry me just two days ago.
(laughs)
I couldn't believe she said yes.
(sighs)
How about the job?
Your wife have any problems there?
She was a children's book illustrator. Okay.
We hadn't told anyone we were eloping.
I was gonna call her... parents in Indiana a-after the ceremony.
Now I got to...
Hey, it's all right.
Stay with me. Hey. Look at me.
Look at me. Did you, um... you take any sh*ts of you and Alyson with that today?
I took some video. Okay.
How about you let me take that?
Okay, 'cause you may have caught some...
No, no, this is the last pictures I have of Alyson.
I know that and I'll protect your memories, okay?
But you may have caught something else on there.
Who knows? You may even had caught the sh**t.
It might be able to help us find who did this to your girl.
I'll get it back to you at the hospital.
Detective, you said two seconds. I know that.
He's got a possible concussion. One second.
I got to take him. Okay, all right!
Let me take it.
Come on.
Good. Look at me.
I'm gonna find out who did this, all right?
You have my word.
Okay?
All right, let's get you some help.
(groans)
MAN: Poor kid-- on their wedding day. Crazy, huh?
Picked the same wedding day as my wife and I.
Oh, happy anniversary.
Except it wasn't so lucky for him.
What do we got here?
Witnesses point out three guys in a car.
Ten-millimeter shell casing?
OFFICER: You don't see those often.
No, except in g*ng sh**t.
What would a g*ng want with a young couple like this?
Maybe the bride wasn't the target.
(phone ringing)
What's the limo driver's story?
Well, he was in the line of fire.
Well, I'll run him-- excuse me.
Reagan.
What are you talking about?
No, somebody's got their head up their ass over there.
Put Sergeant Gormley on the phone.
What do you mean...
All right.
Just promised this guy I'd find the k*ller.
Bad news?
Yeah, bad news-- they just pulled me off the case.
Nobody's screwing with you, Reagan.
You and Curatola are all I got, dignitary trained.
What dignitary?
Valverde.
You mean the baseball player? No, the president.
You're gonna pull me off the case-- the homicide--
of a New York citizen to-to be a human shield for a scumbag president of a third-world country whose name you can't even pronounce?
Reagan, no one forced you to take all those special ops, tactical driving, thr*at assessment spy crap. Come on, Sarge.
If you didn't want to do it, you shouldn't have showed up.
I did it for the same reason anyone else does it: for the overtime, but it's my anniversary, Sarge.
Come on, plus I caught a case.
Well, now you uncaught it.
So, get your specialized ass over to staging area at the BAT forthwith.
Thank you.
HELFOND: If the intel is accurate, they're tracking all three majors, plus Westchester and Teterboro.
We divert 'em to Westchester, we can pull the state police into it.
Teterboro or Newark, you share the pie with Jersey.
HELFOND: But if we land him at LaGuardia...
Stick with JFK.
Throw him in a chopper, fly him to the
30th Street Heliport.
That cuts out a whole lot of ground I have to cover.
Set that in motion. And bill it to the State Department.
We can run this operation for them, but I'm not gonna take away resources from my men for it.
HINES: What I'm thinking?
We route him by the f*ring range, give the boys a little real-world target practice.
(laughter)
Does anyone here think Valverde being hit on our watch is a good idea?
No, sir.
Our job is to provide protection.
We don't get to pick and choose who for.
Yes, sir. Please drop the attitude now.
(phone rings)
Reagan.
Say again? Danny, let's go.
The limo driver checked out?
Come on. One second.
Okay, look, tell Ballistics to run the shell casings against the ones from the g*ng sh**ting.
Seriously?
Tell... tell them to run them against the ones from the g*ng sh**ting.
All right, keep me looped in.
I don't like this Valverde thing, either, but you got to let that other case go. I know.
Instead, we protect some guy who commits crimes against humanity. What do you want to do?
All right, time to protect the bad guy.
Let's go.
All right, let's go.
Keep your head down.
Okay.
Let's go.
Okay, next item: A young bride was gunned down this morning on the way to her wedding.
Good news for you, Lefkay-- groom's back on the market.
(officers chuckle)
Hey.
Put a muzzle on it, Cruz.
sh**t's car turned out to be a 10-16, reported stolen this morning.
Take the plate down and keep your eyes peeled while on patrol.
And watch each other's backside, okay?
Traffic cam confirmed three African-American males in the car.
No faces, but based on the color of their beads, one black, three red, and a purple. Ace-Double-Treys.
AKA ADTs. Off 133rd Street.
Uh, bride or groom have any g*ng affiliation, Sarge?
Hardly. From what we understand, they were clean-cut transplants from the Midwest. VINNY: Yeah, unlike the ADTs.
Forget about the car-- ride's probably crushed down to a coffee table by now.
What, you doing assignments now, Cruz? No, sir.
All right, Detective Squad requested we conduct some sweeps so familiarize yourself with these photos of known g*ng members.
And then pick up as many as you can.
Jaywalking, spitting on the sidewalk? Full enforcement.
And, uh, there's been a lot said about our stop-and-frisk policy lately, so...
I don't need to add to it. VINNY: So you're saying we don't have to coddle the criminals for once?
No, I'm saying you all know where the line is.
Don't cross it.
And put some effort into discerning between gangbangers and honest citizens.
All right. Let's go to work. Come on.
VINNY: It's just a tricky situation.
"Honest citizens."
You know, we wouldn't have to harass anyone if these so-called honest citizens just meet us halfway, turn in the guilty ones.
No one cooperates with us here.
You're preaching to the choir, Vin.
And I'm not r*cist.
Never said you were.
I'm antigang.
Me, too.
Of any ethnicity.
Including my own.
It's why I became a cop.
And here I thought you became a cop so you could stop-and-frisk that.
(chuckles)
I might have probable cause.
(sirens blaring)
MAN (over radio): Anaconda Leader to all units.
Be advised, we'll be turning east onto the Deuce.
Keep it tight, now.
Roger that, Team Leader.
And what the hell is this guy doing? It's a one-way street.
Something's going on, Jack.
Hang on.
Hang on!
JACKIE: The sh**t's dead.
The driver's dead.
Clear.
Where the hell are you going?
Hey! What are you doing?
You want to be helpful, go find your president and help him.
(speaking Spanish)
Yeah, no comprende to you, too.
Unbelievable.
What'd he say? This guy we've been risking our lives for, Valverde?
What about him? Not real.
It's not Valverde. What?
He's a decoy? Yes.
(indistinct chatter)
WOMAN: You got the wrong guy.
Hey, did you see that?
What?
Something just went down between that ADT they just scooped and that kid on the stoop over there.
What?
I don't know, but something.
I think he just threw up a g*ng sign.
I think he was just stretching.
Come on, let's toss him.
Wish we could, man, but he's not doing anything illegal.
Come on.
He's not wearing any of the colors.
He's not in any of the photos of known g*ng members.
VINNY: Hey, I'm gonna need you to stop right there.
Hey!
Don't move! Hey, hey, hey!
Don't flinch, don't flinch, don't flinch. Man, what'd I do?
Relax.
Cops tell you to stop, you don't put your hands in your pockets, moron. It's a good way to get sh*t.
Put your hands up against the wall. You know the drill.
Hey, man, you were gonna sh**t me?
Is anybody hearing this?
I didn't know he was talking to me.
I don't got eyes behind my head, do I?
Got any weapons on you? Got anything sharp in your pockets?
No. I don't bang.
No weapons, huh? Turn around.
What's this?
It's just a bag of weed, man, and way under the limit.
You can forget your future in the carnival guessing weights.
This is way over the limit.
You're under arrest. What?!
Come on. BOY: Easy, man.
Vinny.
Vinny. Vinny, what are you doing?
BOY (grunts): Let me go. Whoa, whoa, you need to calm down, kid.
You can't do this. This is total abuse of power.
Calm down!
Let go of that!
Why, what is this? The key to your summer home?
No, to your mother's.
Aah! Hey! Watch your head.
He was just trying to get you in the car. Got to be careful or you're gonna hurt yourself. BOY: You did it on purpose!
You're gonna take a minute to cool down and then we're gonna cut him loose.
Like hell. That was a legitimate bust.
It was a bad stop. You didn't have reasonable suspicion.
I think I did. Not enough to hold up in court.
If it was a bad stop, you didn't have a right to search him.
That means they'll toss the whole thing out in five minutes.
Well, then tell me, Harvard, how do we make the arrest clean?
If we had something, I would tell you.
Look, look, look. I don't care about the weed.
I'm just trying to help find the animals that slaughtered that poor bride.
Now, what was our assignment?
Haul in every ADT that we can.
Exactly. So we're gonna process him, we're gonna take him to the detectives. Now, what they do with him after that is above my pay grade.
All right?
That sound like a plan?
Yeah, but not one that's bulletproof.
(sighs)
You AWOL on your dignitary assignment?
No. I'm, uh, just going over the paperwork from the assassination attempt.
Couldn't believe that.
You couldn't believe what, Sarge?
That, uh, somebody tried to k*ll that gangster?
Or that you put me and my partner in the line of fire for a decoy?
(groans)
Ah, forget about it.
Look, do you think it could've been a drive-by?
On a motorcade? No.
On the bride sh**ting this morning.
I've gone through the files. It... it doesn't add up.
Well, anything's possible, but I already got an investigation underway, which means technically that you're off the case. I know, but literally I told this kid, Sarge, that I would find out who k*lled his fiancée in cold blood.
And if you ask me, that trumps your technicality.
Mm-hmm. I thought you had paperwork.
I did it. And an anniversary dinner with your own bride. Come on, Sarge, I just want a chance to talk to this kid one more time and see if something pops now that he's had a chance to dry his eye, huh?
I'm not the one you're gonna be late for dinner with.
And no telling Linda I made you, all right?
You're on your own with that. You got it.
I mean it, Reagan! I don't want to hear from her on this.
You got it, Sarge. Yeah.
Happy anniversary.
Thanks.
(dog barking in distance)
HENRY: What's on your mind?
Jamie, easy.
That's the good stuff.
I thought you would've raised him better than to gulp down single-malt.
I guess some questions require lubrication.
(chuckles)
I want to ask your advice on something that... a friend is going through.
Is this "friend" around five, ten and 160?
Is there any confusion on the premise here?
Speak your mind, son.
(sighs)
He witnessed a police stop that could possibly be considered questionable.
Questionable to who?
To you or me it was a good stop, but to an ADA with a thing for cops doing their jobs...
FRANK: Well, you just flipped to the Op-Ed page-- go back to the headlines.
Okay, if an ADA had an issue, a strict accounting could show some shades of gray.
In what sense?
Stop-and-frisk. The rules aren't exactly written in stone.
We stopped writing in stone ages ago.
The rules are there for all to see. Period.
Right.
Did this stop result in a false arrest?
No, the suspect broke the law, no question.
Did the stop put anyone in harm's way?
No, not at all.
Then you're golden. But... if he's interviewed by the ADA, who's his allegiance to?
Is it to the suspect, to the ADA or his brother in blue?
The real question is: Does the end justify the means?
The original slippery slope.
It sounds like your friend has to make a call that's gonna cost him either way.
FRANK: I think he needs to know... in here... and in here... that whatever he says to this ADA lines up exactly with the oath he swore when he came on the job.
It's as simple and as complicated as that.
Hey, Johnny. Yeah, this is, uh, Detective Reagan.
I, uh, just popped by to check up on you and make sure you're doing okay.
I don't see any lights on up there, so I'm guessing you're not home. Uh... why don't you do me a favor, give me a call when you got the message, all right? Okay.
(sighs)
♪ ♪
Johnny?
(door creaks)
♪ ♪
Jack.
Hey, listen, can you call me a 10-85 over to Johnny's?
I don't know. I got a possible abduction here, maybe even a homicide.
All right.
Thanks, Ed.
DANNY: Hey.
Hey, I heard Jamie and his partner collared some punk in the bride case.
Yeah, the kid had a mailbox key.
Got a warrant, opened the box, found one m*rder w*apon, ballistics confirmed.
Great. I'm gonna take a cr*ck.
No, no, no, no, no, not a chance.
Why not? He's not even lawyered up.
You're not even on this case. You're on dignitary detail.
Yeah, I know. I'm on my way back, but I heard the kid was here, so I want to take a cr*ck at him.
He's 15 years old.
His mother's in there with him.
Sounds like easy pickings to me.
Actually, she's sharp enough to know that only my office can authorize a plea deal, which is why she had them call me, not you.
You heard about the groom, didn't you?
Come on, I got to get in there.
I promise, I won't say a word.
I... I'll observe.
Observe? Please?
Not a word.
WOMAN: My son was in school when that madness went down.
You go ahead and check.
Oh, don't worry. We will.
Do it now so I can bounce.
Even if he was not in the car, he did conceal the m*rder w*apon, which makes him an accessory to m*rder.
He was tricked by those bangers.
Which bangers exactly?
Look, I ain't no snitch.
Better become one fast if you want a deal.
I can handle juvie.
Hey, look, you're not going to be going to juvie.
You understand me, you little punk?
You're looking at m*rder two, and she's gonna charge you as an adult, you got it?
He's only 15.
He's just spitting lies, Mama.
ERIN: Okay.
Actually, he's not.
It is m*rder two, and you could spend the rest of your life in jail.
DANNY: Yeah, let's hope you're planning on having more kids, ma'am, 'cause he's not gonna be around to give you any grandchildren.
That g*ng... sucked both of them in.
Now, I swore they were never gonna get my baby.
They only got to him because of his brothers.
ERIN: I'm sorry, ma'am.
I'm a mother, too, and the thought of my child never seeing the light of day again...
Andre, please?
(quietly): Please.
Andre, Please.
All right, all right.
All right.
Okay. Look, it was a three-member crew in the car.
These three guys--
they the guys that got Johnny, the groom?
Hey, answer me!
I told you, I know nothing about that!
All right, enough.
If I tell you about the drive-by, I get a full skate?
If the names pan out.
Probation, community service, provided you stay out of trouble.
Andre, please...
All right, all right.
But look, I'm here for nothing. The cops stopped me for nothing.
So the guy's screaming, "You can't arrest me!
I have Second Commandment rights."
Reagan, Cruz, detective on the bride homicide sends his thanks.
For what? Tipping him off about that collar, getting antsy over the key.
Got 'em the m*rder w*apon.
Yes! In your face, Reagan.
I told you that kid was involved.
He did. He definitely called it. Mm-hmm.
Try not to let it go your head.
Good job. Thanks, Sarge.
(laughs)
Super cop.
Probably gonna make detective over this.
What?
That kid was connected to that girl's m*rder.
Your instincts were spot-on, but we both know that you flaked that kid.
Hey, I didn't set up an innocent man.
I didn't even set up a guilty one.
It's called fruit of the poisonous tree, okay?
If it comes to light, then everything connected to it gets thrown out.
Oh, just celebrate the win, Reagan.
Stop being president of the PBA.
What's the Patrolmen's Benevolent Association have to do with this?
Well, in your case, it's the Prisoners' Benevolent Association.
You care more about the freaking perps than you do the victims.
I'm the only one who's thinking about the victims.
I don't want to see her K*llers walk.
So now I got to figure out a way to make sure that doesn't happen.
We give thanks to the plants and animals for providing this nourishment.
Let us use it in return to care for all sentient beings.
Amen.
That's not our regular grace.
It's a Buddhist meal blessing.
You're a Buddhist now?
No, but I can still appreciate it.
Just like you appreciate your own traditions and institutions?
It's not at odds with what we believe.
HENRY: Has my food been blessed or not? I mean, am I meant to go hungry here?
(laughter)
My mom went hungry the other night.
Sean... JACK: She could've eaten.
She was waiting for Dad to get home.
He missed their anniversary.
Oh, whoa! Whoa!
Come on! Man.
HENRY: What's it like being out there in the doghouse?
He is not in the doghouse. He had to work.
DANNY: That's right. Tough duty, too.
Yeah?
Yeah, um, let me take this opportunity to wish a belated happy anniversary to my lovely wife whom I love more than words could ever possibly say.
HENRY: Hey, I just realized.
That bride k*ll was on your anniversary, yes?
Yeah, I'm aware of that, Gramps.
LINDA: Doesn't make sense.
No. Then they went after the groom.
Yeah. Any chance he's still alive?
Not if the ADTs got him.
DANNY: I was hoping he took off to Indiana for the funeral, but, uh, you know, I went to the morgue, and his bride's body's still there, so...
How's that case stand, Erin?
We've got all three players in custody, but they lawyered up before they started talking.
But the case against them-- it's... it's solid?
ERIN: Well, it all hinges on that kid you and your partner brought in, thank you very much.
Danny, how's dignitary duty?
You, uh, best amigos with the presidente?
It's over. Finally off the detail, thank God... or Buddha.
(Henry chuckles)
I can't believe we're harboring that dictator.
ERIN: Sometimes we don't have a choice.
What happened to caring for all sentient beings?
I'd rather take care of his victims.
Mmm. NICKY: Aunt Linda, if you were his nurse, would you still take of care of him?
Oh, yeah, she'd take care of him, all right.
She's put an air bubble in his I.V., make him have a heart att*ck.
LINDA: In the medical profession, we take an oath.
We don't get to pick and choose our patients.
Just like we can't pick and choose who we protect.
True. Yeah.
But what if Jack or Sean had been one of the victims?
Yeah, Mom. FRANK: Yeah, Mom.
Yeah, Mom. Yeah, Mom. Yeah, Mom.
Okay, how did I end up in the hot seat?
(laughter)
(sighs)
Nothing?
Nothing. I've checked every statute going back 150 years.
Valverde is untouchable.
We're stuck.
Pretty much.
But I'll keep looking.
Thanks.
And this stays between us?
Hate to have to pull you out on a Sunday, Jack.
Just need to keep you in the loop.
Ah, it's all right. I needed the distraction anyway.
New boyfriend's a dope.
What's his problem?
Patriots fan. Dump him.
I know.
JACKIE: Wow. This is a mess.
Yeah, crime scene processed three days ago.
Whoever was here was looking for something.
And we're still looking for Johnny.
Well, looks like Johnny wanted to be a songwriter.
With his friend, uh, Edward.
Maybe we should ask Edward where he is.
Yeah, we'll do that.
Jack, take a look at this.
Whoa.
Is that a cut-up NYPD raid jacket?
Yeah, except it's a cut-up, phony NYPD raid jacket.
Hey, Cruz? Yo.
About the bride m*rder...
Oh, here we go.
My daily lecture?
Perps are all in custody.
I don't see an upside to watching them go free.
Good.
I just want to make sure we're on the same page.
Hey, I've been on this page since the get-go.
I'm glad you're joining me.
Officer Cruz, Officer Reagan.
Yeah? Detective Aaron Davis.
I'm an investigator with the DA's office.
You got a minute?
Sure. What you need?
What's this about?
A routine stop-and-frisk you conducted last week.
I need a word with each of you, individually.
Don't say anything to him.
Why? I got nothing to hide.
No. We're entitled to have PBA representatives present when we're being questioned.
You're confusing me with IAB.
We can't compel you, but if you want the DA to file a formal appearance request, I can just...
VINNY: No, no, no, no.
No, that won't be necessary.
You mind if I ask which ADA sent you?
Sure. I think you know her.
Erin Reagan.
(loud knocking)
Yeah?
(door opens)
Officer Reagan reporting as ordered.
Very funny. I don't see what's so funny about it. I think you calling my stop into question is way out of line, Erin.
The inquiry concerned your partner, not you.
I just need you... Who made the complaint?
The banger, or the kid who hid the m*rder w*apon for the K*llers?
He still has a right to due process.
Or have you forgotten your three years of law school? I...
No, which makes it all the more insulting, you calling me into question me like this.
My entire case stems from that search.
If it was bad...
We did nothing wrong. Then why are you so upset?
Because I'm out there trying to do my job, but it's kind of hard to do when you're jamming me up like this.
I'm trying to do my job.
You would never do this to Danny, Erin.
Are you kidding me?!
I have called him on the carpet a thousand times, and you know it.
I've spoken to your partner, and he is cocky and hot-headed, and he clearly has a chip on his shoulder for the DA's office.
You just described Danny.
Vinny is not family, so don't tarnish your record for him.
That's not what we're talking about here.
This is about good police work that led to a break in a m*rder case with no other leads.
Is it?
Yes. Are you trying to tell me that I have nothing to worry about here?
How many different ways do I have to say it? No.
I need you to walk me through that stop.
We witnessed the kid throwing g*ng signs.
When ordered to stop, he tried to flee.
He had dr*gs. The stop was clean, end of story.
And you're going to sign off on that?
Absolutely.
Okay.
If you're sure.
It's what happened.
(siren wailing in distance)
So, Eddie, you and Johnny were songwriting partners, huh?
Any, uh, records I'd know?
Not yet, but one of our tracks is, like, poised to take off.
Oh, really?
Hmm, judging from your financials, I would have thought you had a number one with a b*llet already.
Why would you be looking at my financials?
You don't think I k*lled Alyson and Johnny, do you?
No, but you were the first person he called after Alyson was k*lled.
You were the last person he called before the ADTs got him.
I know how close you two are.
You know, I bet you probably got one of those phony NYPD raid jackets, too, don't you?
No, man, it's not like that.
Oh, yeah?
Put the bottle down.
I said, put it down.
(sets bottle down)
So what'd you get Johnny into, huh?
You two running around, impersonating police officers or what?
I didn't get him into nothing.
Really, nothing?
So why are your bags packed?
Where you going?
Trying to skip town? You afraid of something?
I'm going on vacation.
Listen to me.
We haven't found Johnny's body yet, okay?
And maybe I'm wrong, maybe Johnny's still alive.
Who knows? Maybe the ADTs are keeping him alive, but if they are, it's because they're probably torturing him.
They're torturing him to find out who else was involved in whatever the hell happened here.
Do you understand?
I mean, do you understand what that means for you?
Maybe you should start talking to me.
Okay, we ripped off their stash house.
You and Johnny ripped... you ripped off the ADTs?
(laughs)
There was only one guard.
I mean, he-he was a real stoner, and it was safe.
All we took was weed.
How much?
12 pounds.
You took 12 pounds of weed from the ADTs?
Do you have any idea of the street value of 12 pounds of weed?
It's probably about $30,000
that you stole from them.
Hey, they're the bad guys.
It was a victimless crime.
Victimless crime?! Alyson is dead!
She is a victim!
For all we know, Johnny's dead, and guess who's going to be dead next, kid.
No, you're gonna protect me.
I mean, you got to put me in witness protection.
Protect you?
Kid, impersonating a police officer, robbery--
those are felonies.
The only place I'm gonna put you is in a prison cell.
That's if the ADTs don't put you in the ground first.
(sighs)
(car horns honking)
(indistinct chatter)
(sighs)
All right, this is weird.
What is? Well, we flagged Johnny's credit card in case one of the ADTs tried to use it.
So, what happened--
one of those idiots use it? Well, a huge charge just rang through from Le Beau Monde hotel.
That's the hotel that Johnny was going to take Alyson for their honeymoon.
Would the ADTs know that?
No, they wouldn't know that.
Well, then, maybe your boy Johnny is still alive.
If Johnny is still alive, I'll k*ll him.
There he is.
I'm doing the best that I can. No, look, I need you to help me out. I understand that.
JOHNNY: What I need you to do... Hang back.
Look, I-I-I can pay cash-- I don't have it right now, but I can pay it. Sir, your checkout was...
Just move me to another room! It doesn't matter!
Your checkout was 11:00 a.m.
The suite is booked for another guest. Hey, Johnny.
I'm very happy to see that your fiancée's m*rder didn't jam up your honeymoon plans.
Detective, thank God you're here.
I gave you my word that I would find out who was responsible for her death, and I did.
It was you. No.
Yeah, it was you. No.
You didn't pull the trigger, but you might as well have, Johnny, huh?
I loved her. Isn't that right?
Where you gonna go, Johnny?
What are you running from?
You late for a wedding?
I know how this looks, but you got to believe me.
I'm only here 'cause I didn't know where else to go.
I was actually stupid enough to worry that the ADTs got you.
Get up, get on your feet.
I couldn't face what I'd done.
Shut your mouth.
To Jamie Reagan, one stand-up guy.
Who's about to fall on his ass.
(laughing): I'll be there to pick you up, buddy.
That's what partners do.
Uh-huh.
I owe you one.
Yeah, you do.
Name it.
Mean it?
Anything, anytime.
I come from a family of cops--
good cops, great cops.
Proud of that.
You should be.
Now on, you make a move, you check with me first.
That's what partners do.
You got it.
You got it.
Stand aside, please.
Now.
(grunts)
I'm Frank Reagan.
The police commissioner of New York City.
I know who you are.
I would like a word with you... alone.
(speaks Spanish)
My compliments to your men for doing a fine job.
So, what can I do for you?
You can get out of my city.
(chuckles)
You realize I am recovering from surgery?
I was charged with protecting you so you could undergo an operation.
That operation was successful. My work here is done.
(chuckles)
I am not leaving for at least a week.
I'm pulling my men from this detail, and right now they are relieving your men of their weapons.
No, no, no, no, no.
My diplomatic immunity extends to them.
Yeah, I'm well aware of that, but pursuant to section 265.03
of the New York State Penal Law, they are not licensed to carry firearms here.
As a courtesy, we will return the g*ns on your way out of the country.
This is not possible.
You need to speak to my chief surgeon.
Already did.
Between Skype and medical software, he can monitor your recovery by remote.
Here's your signed release.
You have any idea what you are doing?
The right thing at the earliest possible opportunity.
You heard what is going on in my country.
Right now they are rioting in the streets, demanding I step down.
Good for them.
(sighs)
It is not safe for me to return at this time.
Not my problem.
I will see to it that you get back to the airport in one piece, and that's it.
And where do you expect me to go?
Straight to hell eventually.
In the meantime, get packing.
Your plane leaves in two hours.