ERIN (in distance): I'm getting tired of discussing this, Nicky. Hey!
You're being totally unreasonable.
No, I am being your mother.
Hi, Dad. Thank you for... letting us stay here.
Well, I wasn't gonna let you get poisoned by the fumigator.
Can we please focus?
It's just a party, Mom.
ERIN: Which happens to be taking place on a college campus.
Here, put the roast away, please.
Pork roast or beef?
It's not like I'll be by myself. I'll be with Greg.
ERIN: Right, Greg, the NYU freshman who happens to be 19.
He's a really nice guy, Mom.
And he's my friend Amy's brother's roommate.
ERIN: And that's supposed to constitute some kind of high-level security clearance?
What happened to that nice boy Luke from the party?
Luke's a friend.
Oh, so Greg the college guy is more than a friend?
Where are you going?
I wasn't aware I was part of this conversation.
Your 16-year-old granddaughter wants to go to a college party where there's drinking and God knows what else.
It's a party, Mother, not a drunken orgy.
Tell her, Grandpa.
Yeah, Grandpa.
I think the au gratin potatoes would go great with the roast.
Pork or beef.
(sighs)
Open that.
Thank you, sir.
Give me a minute.
What?
Hey, you guys sh**ting a movie or something?
We're fighting for our fellow man.
That was gonna be my next guess.
Jamie?
Jamie Reagan?
Dana?
Oh, my God, how are you?
Great.
I heard that you left Baxter Chase to become a cop.
And apparently you left Harper Manning to become a superhero.
Just moonlighting.
I joined a group called Homeless Avengers.
We give out food and supplies.
Wow.
Buying your soul back from Wall Street, huh?
(chuckles)
Very funny.
This is my partner Arnie.
Hey, how you doing?
Honestly? The spandex is k*lling me.
(chuckles)
What's with the costumes?
Thank you. Sure.
They advertise the cause, and they put everyone at ease.
Uh, well, it's... it's working for you.
You know what?
Uh... call me.
I'd love to catch up.
Okay. I'll do that.
Be safe.
What've we got?
Connor Riley, 20 years old, student at the university.
Found this stuff lying with him.
Oh, looky, looky.
KATE: Wow.
It looks like good stuff.
And you know that how?
I went to college.
Oh, right.
Okay, so maybe kid tries to buy an ounce, ends up paying with his life.
Close, but no cigar.
Or... in this case, no big fat Bob Marley joint.
Can we help you?
Doubtful. But I can help you. DANNY: Really?
This kid wasn't a buyer; he was a seller.
Detective Eddie Stone, Manhattan North Narcotics.
And how do you know that?
We just opened a case on campus looking to bust the ass-clowns supplying these student dealers like, uh...
Connor the Goner here.
Yeah, well, this is a homicide case now, so...
Oh.
Time for the real cops to step in.
Have no fear, the Squad is here.
He didn't say that.
But now that you mention it...
I know. Narcotics, we're a bunch of street cowboys who can't find our own asses with a treasure map, right?
Sounded like a mixed metaphor to me.
Look, this kid getting whacked ties directly to my investigation, so all I'm asking is for you to keep me in the loop.
Uh, no, thanks.
Professional courtesy.
And you might want to... bag that cash, so it doesn't walk away.
Funny guy.
Yeah.
And here I thought all narcotics detectives were a bunch of cocky dirtbags.
Oh, well.
♪ Blue Bloods 3x08 ♪
Higher Education
Original Air Date on November 30, 2012
♪
Professor Devlin?
Thanks for coming in.
Happy to help if I can.
Sure, um, you spoke to a uniform at the, uh, crime scene.
You work close by?
Yes. I was, uh...
I was leaving my office late.
I teach economics at the university.
I'm working on a book.
When I heard this horrible music blasting from an SUV.
Can you describe the SUV?
Uh, it was white with tinted windows--
couldn't see inside.
Was there anything distinctive about it?
Well... yeah, I noticed the rear license plate-- it was missing.
Uh, instead, there was a small purple skull.
It was pretty scary stuff.
Well, that could be helpful.
Yeah. Uh... you say you wrote a book.
What's it about?
The variables of contestable market theory.
Sounds like a real page-turner.
Something tells me I'm not gonna get a movie deal out of it.
I understand Connor's death may have been drug-related?
It is possible.
(sighs)
Such a waste.
Well, if you think of anything else, you'll let us know.
Yeah.
Thanks again.
Could you, uh, walk the professor out, please?
You know, that desk doesn't look bad on you.
What? I'm just saying, that way we don't have to yell across the squad room, you know?
Oh, yeah, that makes sense.
Mmm.
Anything off the professor?
A vehicle. We'll look into it.
Uh-huh. Got a call from the chief of D's office.
Due to the nature of the homicide, they informed me we're gonna be working this as a joint case with the Narcotics Division.
Whoa. What?
What do we need those guys for?
You need 'em because the chief of D says you need 'em.
They have the SAFE-T-Net numbers for all the players and locations involved. You won't be able to make a move without their blessing anyway.
Maybe they'll give us permission to use the restroom, too.
Okay. So, when do we meet this narc?
Mm-hmm.
Howdy, partners.
(sighs)
JAMIE: Oh, man, Professor Giordano, what a piece of work.
"Mr. Reagan, please recite the precedents of Marbury v. Madison in reverse alphabetical order."
He was always nice to me.
Yeah, and every other hot girl in class.
So you thought I was hot?
(chuckles)
Did you hear that Will Scanlon is running for Congress?
He's been hitting me up for contributions for months.
Yeah, he never called me.
Must've heard I was on a cop's salary these days.
I got to say, I really admire the choice you made, Jamie.
You help people, just like we said we were gonna do.
You talked about working for Legal Aid back then.
Whatever happened with that?
120 grand in college loans happened with that.
Here you go. Thanks.
So you hit Wall Street and hooked up with the Homeless Avengers, huh?
Just trying to do my part.
I think it's great. You got to be careful, though.
Some of those neighborhoods that you're working in...
It's not like I'm alone. I've got Arnie.
Okay.
(chuckles)
So... you still talk to Sidney?
We went our separate ways after we broke off the engagement.
You dating some sexy lady cop these days?
Nope. You sleeping your way to the top with some fat senior partner?
No. It's not a bad idea, though.
(ringtone plays)
Damn. I got to go.
Let me get this.
No, please.
I may be poor, but I still have my dignity.
So, maybe I can pay you back with dinner sometime?
Sounds good.
As long as you promise to wear that costume.
(chuckles)
We interviewed the victim's roommate.
No help there.
You grab up the vic's computer?
Geez, the computer.
Why didn't we think of that?
You know, thank goodness we got a Narcotics detective to show us how to investigate a homicide now.
Look, we got off on the wrong foot.
You think?
I've been trying for months to get a case up and running on that campus.
You guys waltz in and take over the show.
Not like we planned it that way.
I was out of line, okay?
I know the territory here.
So what do you say we start over?
Fine. Connor's smart.
At least smart enough not to use his laptop to do a drug deal.
We've checked the surveillance cameras in the area and we spoke to campus police. Nothing yet.
So?
So we wait for a ballistics report and see if there's anything in that that we could use.
All due respect, you want to collar the joker who's supplying the campus, we got to play offense.
This is a homicide case.
We're chasing a k*ller, not a dealer.
Play it right, nail them both.
How do you figure?
We set up a sting on campus, take down one of these other student dealers.
These kids all know each other, they buy from the same guy.
Might get us a solid lead on the sh**t.
(sighs)
All right.
But remember, we call the sh*ts, not you.
Let's have us some fun.
Yeah, let's have a ball.
(door shuts)
FRANK: Hey!
Hey. Hi.
She's got your mother's eyes.
And she's got my dad's stubborn streak.
I know you want to stay out of it, but I could really use your help on this college party issue.
Look, I'll admit Nicky's a little young for a college party.
And you'll tell her that?
You're her mother.
You say no, it's no.
Of course it's no.
It's not like you let me run around like that when I was 16.
Sure, we did.
This from the guy who had his daughter followed by the NYPD.
That's a bit of an exaggeration.
Jamie, can you do me a favor?
Can you go upstairs and make sure Nicky is doing her homework? I want to talk to Dad.
Conspiring behind your daughter's back.
Wait until you have kids.
(cork squeaks, liquid pouring)
Dad, all I'm asking is that you show a little bit of that wisdom and foresight that you showed me when I was her age.
Now I'm being played.
It's a different world and it's scarier.
Do you know that Danny is investigating a m*rder of a college student?
I'm aware.
Raising kids is tough.
You try to give them space while you're trying to keep them safe.
Do you think I'm being overprotective?
I think you're a single mother to a teenager.
Your mom and I had you outnumbered two to one, and you still won most of the time.
And so you'll tell her that I'm right about the party?
That's way above my pay grade.
I will take that as a yes, and don't tell her that we talked.
Conversation never happened.
What happened to your drug dealer?
We got a no-show here.
Well, I set up the buy on a Web site these kids created.
You tell them what you want, they tell you how much, then they bring it to you.
It's like ordering a hooker in Vegas.
(sighs)
Pretty smart for a bunch of stoners.
These kids are the future leaders of America, pal.
Yeah, that's a scary thought.
Showtime.
Hey.
You got something for me?
It's 40 bucks a hit, right?
Yeah, 40 bucks.
DANNY: That's a drug dealer?
She looks like she's 14. They didn't make drug dealers like that when I was a kid.
When was that, in the '50s?
Let's not make a move until she's clear of my partner, okay?
What'd I...?
Hey!
Police. Don't move. Put your hands up.
You okay, Kate? Yeah.
(groaning)
Get off.
You guys kind of jumped the g*n, huh?
He jumped the g*n. I didn't jump anything.
Spook them a little, they always run.
Now we got our girl for dealing and resisting arrest.
I love this job.
You look like you had a long night.
This is all a big mistake.
You've made a big mistake, Kelsey.
The pills that you sold me-- the oxy we found in your bag--
you're looking at real time.
You obviously come from a good family.
What were you thinking?
That school costs nearly 60 grand a year.
My parents can't cover it.
Where am I supposed to get that kind of money?
Get a damn paper route.
You're in a lot of trouble, but you can help yourself.
How?
For starters, you can tell me what you know about Connor Riley's death.
Connor was a good guy.
I heard he was selling to some guy, it went wrong, and he got sh*t.
Cut the crap, kid.
He didn't get sh*t.
He got ex*cuted.
It was a message.
(clears throat)
Question is, who sent it?
You're a smart girl, Kelsey.
You understand that you could be dead instead of Connor, and if you don't help us, it will be you next time.
Please... don't make me do this.
Last chance before we dump you in the system.
It was Otto.
Otto?
Otto Jackson?
Kate, come here for a second.
Otto Jackson's a big-time distributor out of Harlem.
Looks like he's making a move downtown.
I know Otto.
How the hell do you know Otto?
He wore a wire for me before, okay?
Can you...?
This guy Otto-- you get your stuff off of him?
All the dealers on campus do.
Connor, too.
So what went wrong?
Otto jacked up his prices.
Connor was pissed. We all were.
Connor said he was going to buy somewhere else.
Kid had balls.
Yeah, unfortunately, they just got him k*lled.
Let's go pay a visit to Otto.
You sit tight.
I'm not sure that's going to work, Ed.
We discussed the spike in g*ng-related sh**t in that area.
Yes, sir, I allocated more men.
We should probably look at the ripple effect of the tour changes.
Your 3:00 is here.
I don't have a 3:00.
Your 3:00 is here in the conference room.
Excuse me, Ed.
I don't have much time.
I skipped study hall-- with permission--
and took the subway.
Here's my hall pass.
And I've got to get back for Mom picking me up.
This is important to you, isn't it?
Yeah, but probably not for the reasons you think.
Look, I know Mom's trying to get you to take her side, but before you do, I think I deserve a fair hearing.
Okay.
You've known me since the day I was born.
Have I not toed every line that's ever been drawn for me?
And do you really think that, just because I'm on a college campus, I'm gonna morph into a completely different person and start drinking and doing dr*gs?
I mean, have I ever made a stupid choice that put me in danger or went against Mom's wishes in any significant way?
I don't think so.
But it is still your mother's decision.
I get that.
But you got to put yourself in my shoes.
I follow all the rules.
I'm the kid-- all my friends' parents say, "Why can't you be more like that Nicky Reagan-Boyle""
I'm thinking this is about more than just a party.
It is.
It's about trust, and I've earned some.
I got to go.
Good talk.
(sighs)
All right, Otto Jackson runs the whole building.
Narcotics collared this scumbag before.
Took a firefight to get him out.
Which we'd like to avoid happening this time, okay?
Keep your radios on, watch your back.
We want to get this guy alive, so don't fire unless you have to.
On your call.
Open it!
There's only one guard.
Let's let him know we're here, right?
Yeah.
Whoa... you're gonna give him a heads-up?
He's probably got a damn rocket launcher.
Use your head-- the guy knows me.
Let's go by the book, and give him a chance to come out peacefully.
Otto Jackson!
MAN: Attention, team, sh*ts fired.
Attention, team, sh*ts fired.
Police!
(yells)
Go, go!
Go, go, go!
Go! Go!
Otto!
Roger, black light. Otto Jackson!
MAN: Hold your fire!
I'm coming out, and I'm unarmed.
Hold your fire!
Get your hands where I can see them, Otto.
Pick it up!
Drop the hat.
Walk forward slowly.
Reagan.
Why you busting up my place, Reagan?
Get on your knees now!
(groans)
You could've just knocked.
OFFICER: Cuff him.
Hands behind your back.
Hey, hey!
I'm talking to you.
You want to do this? Danny.
The only thing I want to do is get you off this case.
This was the only way to take this guy down.
And you just got a cop sh*t.
I'm done with you.
Job was a 10-10
robbery and as*ault-- did you see anything?
(crying)
Over here.
Hey. You okay, ma'am?
It was a couple of boys.
They pushed me down.
Are you hurt?
No, but you should check on the lady.
What lady is that?
Call a bus.
Charlie to Central.
We need a bus at this location.
Dana, Dana, Dana!
Are you okay? How bad are you hurt?
I gave them the supplies, but they wouldn't stop.
They just kept punching me and kicking me and...
Where-where's Arnie? Where's Arnie?
He couldn't make it tonight.
I... I gave them the stuff, but... they didn't have to hurt me.
Okay.
(crying)
Nobody's gonna hurt you anymore.
I was just trying to help.
(siren blares in the distance)
Stone is a highly-decorated detective.
Made a lot of cases for OCCB.
So what?
So he's got a lot of friends in that bureau.
Pulling him off might make some major waves.
Might even land on a commissioner's desk.
Great. So let it.
Yeah? Yeah!
Don't you forget you put your hands on this guy, Reagan, in front of a room full of cops.
You want to take a chance this blows up in your face?
Okay, so what are we supposed to do?
Nail Otto Jackson for k*lling Connor Riley.
You make this case, you're done dealing with Stone.
Thanks, boss.
Hey.
How are you doing?
Please, don't say, "I told you so."
No, I'm just glad you're okay.
Thanks for the flowers.
I still can't believe it happened.
I mean... the stuff that they took--
it wasn't worth anything.
Guys like this-- they're animals.
They don't care who they hurt.
Unfortunately, you got caught in the middle of it.
While it was happening, I didn't know what they were going to do.
r*pe me, k*ll me.
I've never felt powerless like that before.
It'll take some time, but you'll get past this.
Okay?
We got a good description of the guys from Margaret Porter, the homeless woman.
I want you to take a look at these.
I-I'm sorry. Can we do this later?
Absolutely. Yeah.
No problem.
Okay.
I guess it's all my fault.
No.
You were out there trying to do some good.
Get some rest, okay?
Hey, like I said, I ain't k*lled no college kid.
Right. Come on, Uncle Otto. You know me.
Hey, you know you're not leaving this room until I get the truth out of you.
I was up in Slam all night.
Everybody saw me.
Slam?
The hottest club in Harlem.
You should stop by some time.
There's a lot of pretty white girls up there.
Oh, yeah, sure. Let me know when hell freezes over.
Oh.
Thanks for the heads-up.
Hey. Don't mention it.
We figured you'd just come in with g*ns blazing like usual.
All right, Otto, I think it's time you stop BSing and just tell us when you started supplying the campus, okay?
Please.
Come on. One of your dealers told us, okay?
They told us everything.
They told us you got greedy and started raising your prices, so stop BSing.
Look, you got it all wrong.
Really?
That kid that got hit? Uh-huh?
He reached out to me.
So you admit you know him?
Yeah. I talked to him the day he got sh*t.
Said he was pissed about the prices he was paying.
Asked me to help him out.
I said we could do business.
I took off.
And he was still alive.
And you expect us to believe this?
Detective, you got a dead white kid on your hands.
You need somebody to bust, so you come to old Otto.
Right, so you're telling us that someone else is running the drug trade on campus?
(laughing): Yeah. Some white dude.
Call him Ghost 'cause no one ever sees him.
I tried to muscle in on his turf.
He got the kids scared straight.
Except Connor Riley.
Hey, dude must have heard that we was talking, got pissed.
Pah! Took the kid out.
You know, you used to be a better liar, Otto.
Look, Reagan, I am not going down for something I did not do.
No way.
Hey.
Wow.
You're officially never coming to my place.
(laughs)
Feeling any better?
Yeah. It's good to be home.
If I lived in a place like this, I would never leave.
You could live like this if you wanted to.
I like nice things.
Just can't live with what it takes to get them.
Like the things I do?
No, I didn't mean it like that.
I just meant, I'm not cut out for life at a high-powered law firm.
Your heart's too pure?
Dana.
I told you, I think what you do is great.
And maybe I'm not saving lives every day.
I have no problem with how you make a living.
But you don't respect it?
If I said the wrong thing, I'm sorry.
Back in law school, you used to talk about getting away from the family business.
But here you are.
Well, I've changed a lot since then.
I thought you got that.
I thought I did, too, and then I got a close-up look at the world you work in.
The ugliness, the v*olence.
You have every right to be upset.
What you went through was terrible.
I thought that I could help people, make a difference.
Aren't you ever worried about what could happen to you out there?
It's part of the job.
I remember at school when your brother was k*lled how devastated you were.
Is that what this is about?
Proving that you're a real Reagan?
If you recall anything else about the incident, you should call the precinct.
(sighs)
Otto's got to be our guy.
I don't think so.
He admits he met with Connor Riley a few hours before he got hit.
I understand that, but I know Otto.
Look, if he offed that kid, he wouldn't say a word to us.
He'd just lawyer up.
(sighs)
What the hell do you want?
Not bad for a homicide hump.
Lab ran the pills the girl sold to your partner before we took her down.
They trace back to a cartel in Guadalajara.
So?
Otto gets his dr*gs from Durango.
Okay, he's got a different supplier. So what?
It doesn't work like that, player.
(Danny sighs)
Otto deals exclusively with Durango.
He goes shopping around, he ends up dead like Connor Riley.
Which means, for once, you're right, Reagan.
Otto's not our guy.
Oh. I was right, huh?
Well, thanks... player.
Look, I'd rather catch one in the throat than work with you two.
But we still have a murdering drug dealer out there, so, with you or without you, I'm going to nail him.
(sighs) Would you remind me not to k*ll him, please?
(clears throat)
So, Nicky, about this party.
Oh, Pop.
Are you going tomorrow night?
It's up to Mom.
Hey, what's for dessert?
Apple pie.
Now we're talking.
You actually gonna let your daughter go out with a college guy?
I mean, don't you think you're moving a little fast?
Greg's really sweet.
He's 19.
Is it even legal for Nicky to date him?
Legal, yes. Sane, no.
Though, technically, as long as he doesn't drive her across state lines, she can go out with him.
If she was still 15, it'd be a Class A misdemeanor.
But only if we had sex.
Whoa! Come on!
(people groaning)
Welcome to my world.
Boys, I think it's time that you go and play some video games.
Why do we have to leave?
Because they're gonna talk about sex.
Hey!
I'll explain it to you later.
Oh, my God.
Give me this. Go play video games.
Go!
Sorry.
It's okay.
For the record, I have no intentions of sleeping with this guy.
It's not your intentions we're worried about.
Right, Dad?
Well, sure.
But I think Nicky's a pretty good judge of character.
Thank you.
At the same time, Nicky, your mom has a point.
Um, you're asking her to trust a guy she's never met.
Exactly.
Amen to that.
Nicky is too young for a college guy.
Thank you.
Hey, I was a college guy once. I was a perfect gentleman.
Come on. You're a choir boy.
But the rest of us sowed our wild oats pretty good when we were kids, especially you, sis.
Danny, we have two boys. It's different.
Look, it's just... I'm... I'm just saying.
Who's ready for some apple pie?
Actually, I'd like to hear more about Mama's wild oats.
If your uncle values his life, you never will.
You and Mom seemed to have a pretty good system for raising us up, Dad.
Well, it wasn't really a system.
We just believed in letting you all live your own lives.
For the most part, and... if you look around the table, it turned out pretty well.
Meaning you think I should let her go to the party?
I didn't say that, and it's not my call.
Okay, but if it were, you wouldn't let her go, right?
Right?
I have always believed in rewarding responsibility with trust.
Nicky is a responsible person.
I think she has earned the benefit of the doubt.
Ah, Francis.
Seriously?
Yeah.
Thank you, Grandpa.
Don't thank me. It's still your mom's decision.
Fine. Go.
Get drunk. Have sex with Greg.
Get a tattoo.
You need bail money, call your grandfather.
Thank you so much for backing me up.
What are you guys doing here?
What's your major, Kelsey?
Advertising.
Well, you definitely have a flair for lying through your teeth.
What are you talking about?
You fed us the line about Otto being your supplier.
DANNY: Which is called hindering prosecution, also known as a felony, Kelsey.
Add that to your list of charges, you won't see graduation.
You do understand that you only made bail because we put in a good word for you with the ADA, right?
Look...
I had no choice, okay?
He made me lie to you.
Who?
Who is he, Kelsey?
You really want to take a trip to lady jail?
Okay, wait.
His name is Brian Devlin.
Professor Devlin?
The guy that I.D.'d Otto's SUV for us?
Are you telling me a professor is selling dr*gs on a college campus? I mean...
Come on, Kelsey, why the hell would a college professor be selling dr*gs?
Do you have any idea what they pay those guys?
It's a joke.
So the professor had someone take out Connor
'cause he was trying to buy from Otto?
He figured he could put the word out that this is his turf... and let you guys take out his main competition in the process.
So Professor Devlin sniffed out our little sting, sent you along to get pinched so you could guide us to Otto-- was that his plan?
Yeah.
Oh.
It's kind of good.
He's a genius.
And a total freak.
And if he finds out I told the truth...
...I'm dead.
What do you say we stick this egghead in the box, sweat him till he gives it up?
Come on, Stone, you know Devlin's too smart for that.
He's gonna lawyer up, and with what we got on him now, he's gonna walk.
We're not gonna find anything in his computer or at his place.
No, we're not.
Look, if we're gonna get him on murdering Connor, then we're gonna have to get inside his drug business somehow.
I like the sound of that.
What, are we cooperating now?
Take it easy.
Look, didn't you pinpoint the source of his supplier in Mexico? Yeah.
All right, well, he's gonna have to get in touch with him at some point, isn't he?
The DEA tracks those shipments, right?
Yeah, I've been keeping them up to date on our investigation.
I'll see if they got a line on the next load coming out of Durango.
Great. Then we'll hope whoever Devlin sends to pick it up isn't as smart as he is.
So, what are you doing tonight?
A couple of buddies from Jersey are meeting me downtown for a beer-- you're welcome to join.
Oh, sounds good, but I think I'm gonna make it an early night tonight.
All right.
We'll see about that.
(chuckles)
I'll catch you kids later.
Hey.
Got a second for a penitent superhero?
I'm sorry about what I said.
Especially about your brother. I had no right...
It's okay.
No, it's really not.
I respect what you do, Jamie, the courage it takes.
I just don't want anything to happen to you.
Yeah, that makes two of us.
So... you heading home?
Yeah, I was gonna get a bite at this dive near my place.
I'd invite you, but it's kind of a dump.
Well... luckily, I have a cop to protect me.
Okay.
Intel tracked the van from Durango.
My team got a warrant, took a peek inside.
It's loaded.
Pot, pills, the whole enchilada.
Well, I don't think Devlin is gonna be doing the pickup himself.
You're good, Reagan.
But we've seen this before.
Cartel mails a set of keys to the supplier, sends the load up with the courier.
Once the van's parked on the street, the courier notifies the supplier, who sends someone to pick up the van.
So we nail the driver and get him to roll over on Devlin.
That's the general idea.
DANNY: Hold on.
Looks like it could be our guy.
Okay, let's go.
Hey, whoa.
We got to get him transporting the dr*gs to make it stick.
Suddenly you want to take your time with something, huh?
Let's not let him get too far, okay?
Well, something tells me he's not getting too far.
(clicks tongue)
Is that a k*ll switch?
TARU installed it.
Push this button, and the engine goes bye-bye.
I think I see a motorist in distress.
(engine stops)
Come on.
(engine sputtering)
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on.
Trouble with your vehicle, sir?
No, thanks, I'm fine. Give me a minute.
When's the last time you had a tune up? You don't want to flood the engine, right?
(horn honking)
I'm sorry. Give me a second.
Is this your van, sir?
Uh, no, no, I drive it for this guy.
Well, tell you what, how about you hop out and we'll help give you a push, okay?
Give me a second.
You're blocking traffic.
Put it in neutral and step out of the car.
(honking continues)
There you go.
Come on.
Pretty big load in here.
What do you got there?
You know, it's just stuff, man.
Just supplies and stuff.
We're gonna have to unpack it, right?
No, no, I'll do that.
I don't want to impose on you guys.
You guys are busy. No, no.
We're never too busy for Brian Devlin's guy.
Yeah, that's right.
He said you're the brains behind the whole operation, and it was your car that k*lled Connor Riley.
Listen, I...
I just move the stuff, make sure that the dealers are in line.
Sure. Devlin... Devlin calls the sh*ts.
I'm just... He's the boss. I'm not the boss.
You know what, you can tell us about it down at the squad.
Come on!
Evening, Professor.
How's the book coming?
Wait till the boys down at Rikers get a load of those elbow patches.
We're gonna have to take that off your hands now, Professor.
You're under arrest for distribution of narcotics.
What? Yep.
And your associate also gave you up for hiring the Dominicans that took out Connor.
It's homicide with special circumstances.
Mm-hmm.
I'd like to call my attorney.
Yeah, you do that. Officers.
You know, not for nothing, but I hope I never see your face again, though we did make the case together.
And we lived to tell about it.
Mm-hmm.
Surprise, surprise.
You know, you two ain't so bad, either.
For squad detectives.
Don't go poaching our collar now.
It's a squad arrest.
In your dreams.
It's five after 12:00.
Well, she was in Manhattan.
That's well within the margin of error.
I don't remember you being this anxious when I was 16.
Who said I'm anxious?
You've been standing there like a statue for the past 15 minutes.
When you were 16, I would have been thrilled if it was only five past 12:00.
Your mom and I must have stood at this window
100 times waiting for you to come home.
I don't remember seeing you guys.
Of course you didn't, because as soon as we saw the headlights in the driveway, we ran upstairs, got back in bed and pretended we were asleep.
Dad, you don't need to exaggerate.
I'm not exaggerating.
One of the few things we fought over was whether you took more after me or her.
I wasn't that bad.
I didn't say you were bad, but you sure as hell had one foot out the door by the time you were Nicky's age.
You really felt that way?
Yeah, and if there was a boundary, you went at it like an armored division.
Your mom liked to say that life... should be a series of daring adventures launched from a secure base.
I had to remind her of that many times right in this room on a whole lot of Saturday nights, waiting up for you.
Nicky's not much like me, is she?
She's a whole lot like you in some ways, but in terms of maturity and responsibility, I think she was born middle-aged.
(car approaches)
Oh.
(door opens)
(door closes)
Hi, honey. In here.
FRANK: Hey.
I had the most amazing time.
Good.
How amazing?
I met some great people.
Greg was a perfect gentleman.
Thank you so much for letting me go.
You're welcome.
We would have been home sooner, but Greg's car got parked in.
Luckily, this super cool campus cop got us out.
Oh, yeah?
Yeah, and another officer actually escorted us from the parking lot to the party.
Wow.
I know.
Well, I am going to bed, but I love you both.
I love you, too.
I'll be up in a minute.
Good night.
Your retired chief, Tom Dietrich, doesn't he head up security over at that college?
Come to think of it, I believe he does.
How many officers did he put on her tonight?
I said three would probably do it.
(chuckles)