Sorry, but giving up is not my "fort."
You mean "for-tay""
No, I mean "fort," it's pronounced "fort."
How much you want to bet?
Oh, well, I'll bet you the house, but you know what?
Let's start with 20 bucks.
I'll go easy on you.
Done.
Let's see.
It begins with an "F."
Yes, I'm aware of that.
Forte-- pronounced "fort," not "for-tay."
Read it and weep.
Can't be.
Oh, but it so can be.
Mm-hmm, come on.
(groans)
Hey, Strunk and White, you done?
Yeah, we're done, Sarge.
Thank you.
You asked me last week for a heads up next time we got a bad traffic accident, right?
Yeah, why? Well, we just got two cars go through the guardrail, over the edge of the BQE.
Two cars.
Okay, you know what?
Uh, we'll check it out.
Since when do detectives catch car accidents?
When they don't think they're accidents.
Come on.
(helicopter blades whirring)
(siren wailing)
(overlapping shouting)
Detective Reagan. This is Detective Lansing.
What can you tell us?
What you see is what you get.
The woman driving the SUV fell asleep at the wheel, wound up driving herself and this poor bastard over the edge.
Both DOA?
That's right.
This falling asleep at the wheel--
where'd you get that from?
That's what two eyewitnesses say.
Where are the eyewitnesses?
They had to go to work, you know.
We took their statements.
You let the eyewitnesses leave?
You know, Psychology Today says eyewitness testimony isn't as reliable as we thought.
Psychology Today?
You don't read it?
You do? I do.
Look, I don't read much of anything, but I agree with her on this.
I don't have much faith in the testimony of someone driving 50 miles an hour and late for work.
Is there something going on here, detectives?
Just show us where the other victim is.
The woman driving the SUV?
Right this way.
If you don't mind me asking, why are two Major Case detectives at the scene of a car accident?
We're crossing our fingers.
Detectives?
She the only one in the car?
That's right.
Detective. Can you open it up?
(unzips)
What's the cause of death?
That's a 50-foot drop.
Yeah, I saw that.
And that, that's where a .223 round went through her skull.
That's the cause of death.
(elevator bell dings)
Thanks, Abby.
Beef up patrols on all major highways?
Put Highway Patrol on 12-hour tours.
Yes, sir.
All right, people, let's take it from the top.
You know what I'm about to say.
I do.
And you already disagree with me.
I enjoy watching you make your case.
We now have two people who have been sh*t on our highways, Frank, a week apart but from the same g*n.
Tell me something I don't know. We need to hold a press conference.
This is a serial sn*per, a highway hit man.
Oh, you're already writing copy.
I know what you're going to say.
If we go public, we're gonna set off a panic.
We could. Frankly, I think a little panic here is a good thing.
Given the circumstances, why not have everyone on alert?
Thin?
Just a little.
Frank, I may not be doing a very good job articulating why, but I know in my bones we have to tell the public about this.
Because sometimes it's the 12th man that wins the game for you.
What?
There are eight million people in this city.
That's 16 million eyeballs out there looking for clues that can help us catch this son of a bitch.
You were going to hold a press conference all along, weren't you?
Shall we?
SEAN: May 24, 1883.
That's exactly right.
Which makes the bridge how old?
Um...
NICKY: 129.
That's right, so imagine that, just think about it.
In an age before computers and heavy machinery, the men and women of this city built the greatest bridge ever with just their bare hands and their hearts and minds.
JACK: That's cool, but why do we need to know so much about the Brooklyn Bridge?
Because your great-great- grandfather helped build it.
He did?
ERIN: That's right, that's my mother's dad's dad.
Wow. He was the first one of our family to come to America.
Yep, and when he laid those limestone blocks down, he laid our roots with it.
Our family has lasted here in Brooklyn for as long as that Great Bridge has.
JACK: Wow. That's cool, right?
Yeah.
Let's go.
Whoa. Hey, watch it! Watch it!
Sean!
Sean!
MAN: Oh, my gosh.
Oh, my God.
Sean, are you okay?
Sean. MAN: You need any help?
WOMAN: Run, get some help.
Nicky, call 911.
Oh, my gosh, Sean.
♪ Blue Bloods 3x10 ♪
Fathers and Sons
Original Air Date on January 4, 2013
♪
Why can't we just get him to a cab, take him to the hospital ourselves?
No, we can't move him.
Mom! Look, I don't know what's wrong with him; it might be his neck.
If we move him, we could make it worse.
I'm not going to take that chance.
JACK: Aunt Erin, we need to do something.
Excuse me.
What do we got?
It was a bike accident.
He hit his head hard.
He's been in and out of consciousness.
Okay, step back. Okay.
Is he going to be okay?
Yeah, he's going to be okay.
One, two, three.
DANNY: All right, these are our two victims.
First, Gerald Webber sh*t last week in Queens and Angela Miller sh*t this morning in Brooklyn.
And we're certain there's no connection between the two?
The only thing they have in common is that they both get mail.
Uh-huh, how about a link between the locations?
Two different boroughs and two miles apart.
That's right, but we may have found something.
Great, you're garbage picking in my squad room.
Just hear me out, okay, Sarge?
Uh-huh.
You haven't gone down one of these rabbit holes with Reagan yet, have you?
Haven't had the pleasure.
Oh, and what a pleasure it is.
Look, are you ready or not?
Born ready.
Okay, here we go.
We had the trash cans pulled from where CSU says our guy took his sh*ts, okay?
Mm-hmm.
Was thinking, you know, maybe he throws his shell casings in the trash or something.
Right, and does he?
No, he does not.
So why am I standing here, Reagan?
You're standing here for this, Sarge.
Greener Grass Restaurant.
Thanks, I already ate.
You never heard of it, have you?
Do I look like I eat organic?
And neither did I, so we did a little checking, and guess what--
this, it turns out, is a tiny, obscure, little health food spot in the East Village.
Okay.
Well, we think this belongs to our sh**t.
Ah.
Is there a r*fle in that bag?
'Cause otherwise you're grasping at straws, Reagan.
A thousand different people could have used that trash can.
That's right, but how many people could have got their lunch from this obscure little health food spot in the East Village, then dumped their trash in this bucket in Queens and also...
...this one in Brooklyn?
Son of a bitch gets me every time.
Thought he might.
(phone rings)
(sighs)
Excuse me.
Hey, sis, can this wait?
So then I tell him, the only way he's getting me in a bikini in November is if he wears one, too.
(laughs)
Right?
Oh, come on, you don't think that's funny?
No, no, I think that's funny.
That is funny.
Well, you don't look so hot.
Is everything okay?
(phone rings)
Hello.
POOLE: Frank, I'm not saying no to a press conference, I'm saying let's wait.
For what?
Until we have more information.
Information is exactly what we're hoping to get more of, Mr. Mayor.
Frank, not to mention a boatload of hysteria during a busy holiday season.
Holiday shopping is not my concern.
No, it's not, it's my concern, and on the brink of the biggest season of the year, you're going to bring about a public transportation overload and a retail sector meltdown.
I am trying to stop a serial k*ller, sir.
And you will do just that, Frank, I have no doubt.
But you're gonna have to do it without telling the world we have a serial sn*per.
(door opens)
BAKER: Commissioner, I need a moment.
Excuse me.
(slow, rhythmic beeping)
DANNY: Hey.
Oh!
(quietly): It's okay.
Hey. I'm sorry, Danny.
Hey. Hi.
Where's Linda?
Hey. Hey.
Is he okay?
I don't know.
What do you mean you don't know?
Is our boy gonna be all right or not?
Danny, we got to talk to the doctors, okay?
All right?
Just hold on, okay?
How's our son?
Sean has suffered significant brain trauma, so unfortunately, that's produced a diffuse cerebral edema.
What does that mean in English?
Think about like the whole brain is bruised.
It's swelling and causing increased pressure.
What does that mean? What are you saying?
Is our son in a coma? Does he have brain damage?
What are you saying? Right now he's in and out of consciousness, and we expect he will be for some time.
And as for any permanent damage, we won't know until the swelling comes down.
Doctor, are you doing anything to reduce the swelling?
We're not.
Have you considered steroids?
I'm an RN at St. Victor's. Oh.
At this point, any attempt at direct treatment could only make matters worse.
So we just sit here?
Well, in time the swelling will go down on its own, and then we'll have a better sense of how severe...
Look... the truth is, we don't know what we're dealing with right now, and we won't until we give it more time.
How much time?
We're about to do another MRI.
That should give us some information.
How much time, Doctor?
Through the night, at least.
Maybe as much as a few days.
Thank you.
I'll check in with you later.
Be a minute.
ERIN: Jack, have a seat.
♪
How bad is it, babe?
LINDA: You heard what they said-- they don't know.
You know, the best thing that we can do right now is... we should stay positive.
What if the swelling doesn't go down?
Danny, we're not even gonna think like that right now.
Okay?
(woman speaking indistinctly over P.A. system)
(sighs)
It's gonna be a while before we know anything definitive over here.
Danny's gonna put on a tough exterior, but look out for him, will you?
We're on it, Dad. How are you doing?
(sighs): Oh, I'm okay.
We're pretty sure it's the same guy.
Both ballistics reports confirm that he's using some kind of amm*nit*on with a lead substitute.
Bismuth?
Well, there you go--
40 grand a year at Harvard finally paid off.
Frank?
(sighs)
Look, Jamie, I got to go.
I'm sorry.
I'm just jammed up here.
Tell Danny and Linda I called.
Keep me posted.
Right, Dad.
Cheeseburger, plain with lemonade, and I stopped by the house to pick you up a change of clothes.
An elderly man was sh*t and k*lled on the Cross Bronx Expressway 40
minutes ago with the same g*n.
Okay. Tell the press I'll be down to make a statement.
You shouldn't do that. This morning you told me I had to.
That was before the mayor said you can't.
You're a man of great courage, Garrett.
I'm a man who knows when to cover your ass as much as his own.
That's why you pay me.
Now, listen to me, the mayor...
The mayor... isn't in charge here.
I am.
Frank, I told you I wasn't ready to go public with this, yet you went ahead anyway.
You're welcome.
I beg your pardon?
Now you don't have to explain why the public wasn't informed sooner.
I see-- so I should thank you?
I would prefer that you let me conduct this investigation as I see fit. In other words, stay out of your way?
Mr. Mayor... Commissioner, you violated a direct order.
I serve at your pleasure, sir--
I don't take orders from anyone.
(sighs)
Frank, you and I have danced around this in the past.
Now, how many times do you think you can draw a line in the sand before I dare to cross it?
I took an oath to protect this city.
Any lines drawn are out of a commitment to honor that oath.
Frank, you are right about one thing--
you do serve at my pleasure.
And lately, it has not been much of a pleasure.
That's all, Commissioner.
Look, I know this is difficult, but we just don't have enough information at this time.
LINDA: Can you give us an idea of when you may have more?
(phone rings)
Hey. Anything?
KATE: I'm at Greener Grass, following up on those takeout bags you found.
No surveillance cameras, no credit card receipts--
it's a dead end.
Okay, is there anyone who works there who can identify him?
Off of what, two half-eaten black-bean wraps?
That's their most popular item.
(sighs): All right, all right, look, just keep me in the loop, okay?
I'm gonna have to take some personal time, Kate, so...
Right. Of course.
Danny... how is your son doing?
Fine. Look, just check in if you hear anything, okay?
Of course. We're all praying for you.
Yeah. Thank you.
You didn't have to do that. Yes, I did.
What did the doctor say?
She said... no change, you know?
It's been 24 hours-- what does she mean, no change?
Didn't she say, 24 hours, we would know something, Linda?
It's been 24 hours-- we know nothing.
Our son is still laying there.
I know, but, Danny, y-you have to understand, this happens sometimes, okay?
Sometimes the contusion is so severe that the nerves, they get sheared.
What does that mean?
Uh... What does it mean that the nerves "get sheared"?
Can someone speak English to me around here?
You know what, honey, m-maybe... maybe it's best if you just go work on the case a little bit.
♪
I don't know what to say to him.
There's nothing to say.
Well, what do we do?
Are you feeling guilty?
It happened on my watch, Grandpa.
Thank God it did.
You may have saved that boy's life, you know.
I don't know about that.
You think Danny will ever forgive me?
Anything less than a thank-you from Danny Reagan, I will personally knock him on his behind.
You have always been my knight in shining armor, Grandpa.
(chuckles)
(clears throat softly)
I am worried about Danny.
You think he'll be okay?
Danny can do anything.
Except nothing.
Well, you may be right about that.
(clears throat)
Just like his old man, that one.
Yeah, and Dad's got his hands full.
Yeah, but right now the only thing churning around in his mind is this concern over Sean, Danny and Linda.
And memories of Joe.
Ah.
Losing Joe pushes buttons in all of us at a time like this.
But your dad carries an extra burden.
In his mind... he ordered his son into harm's way, and he didn't come home.
It happened on his watch.
I'm gonna get back to the hospital.
Okay.
I'll take the evening shift.
Does this thing work?
Careful-- more people die from soda machines than shark att*cks.
Hey.
Hey.
How you doing?
Me, I'm fine. How you doing?
Linda says you're gonna take some personal time.
Let me guess--
you think it's a bad idea, too.
It depends. Is this what you're gonna do with your free time?
Come on, you know if it was Nicky in that bed, we wouldn't be able to pry you away from her side.
Probably. But I don't hunt serial K*llers for a living.
I'm sure Dad's got 50 detectives on the case by now.
Let's hope one of them is half as good as you.
I'm serious.
I meant to say something to you earlier.
I'm glad it was you that was with Sean.
I wish I could've done something more, Danny.
No. If he makes it through this, it's because you were there and you acted so quickly.
He will get through it.
You don't know that.
No, but I believe it.
And sometimes that's more powerful than knowing it.
(sighs)
You sound like Mom.
Blind faith.
There's nothing blind about it.
What?
You really still believe, don't you?
I couldn't do what I do every day if I didn't, and neither could you.
I don't know about that.
All those years of Catholic school.
All those Sundays going to Mass.
I was just going through the motions.
Whatever faith I had slipped away from me a long time ago when I wasn't looking, and it's gone, sis.
It's not gone.
It's just buried under a lot of mutts and mopes.
That's all.
That's all.
Hey. Hey, Danny.
Yeah. Got a minute?
Yeah.
Bring that coffee to your mom, okay?
Okay. Be right there.
What's up?
Dad told me about the unusual ballistics report.
Yeah, rounds were made of bismuth or something.
Yeah, an element.
It's got a lot of the same properties as lead.
Yeah, right.
But it's much more environmentally friendly.
What are you talking about? Like, green a*mo?
Exactly. Yeah, we used to go to the range with a guy who would sh**t with the stuff.
Right.
I thought they just made shotgun rounds, but when my buddy put me in contact with the president of the company, he told me something that might help your case.
You're going to tell me they made r*fle a*mo?
Some experimental stock.
And get this-- in .223 caliber.
Just like the sh**t.
Company just went out of business.
Had a big fire sale.
This guy bought a ton of their stuff.
Peter Westlake.
Good work, kid.
I think I got to go, babe.
I know.
It's okay, Danny.
There's not much you can do here rather than drive yourself crazy anyway.
Yeah.
Hey.
I need you to be brave, okay?
You take care of your mother and your brother, all right?
Yes, Dad.
All right, buddy.
Don't you go anywhere, baby boy.
I'll be right back.
I love you.
Take care of our baby.
I will.
(indistinct shouting)
Put your hands behind your back!
What the hell is going on?
Are you Peter Westlake?
Yes.
You got a bunch of green b*ll*ts? I can explain...
Yes or no?! Yes. Yes.
Why? Why'd you do that?
For that.
What the hell is that?
It's... art.
KATE: Sorry for your trouble, sir.
Ah, don't be.
You've given me my next piece.
Early Pollock?
A dollar for your thoughts?
(sighs)
We're missing something.
We're not seeing it.
I mean, we got a black man in Queens, a young woman in Brooklyn, an elderly man in the Bronx, but something doesn't add up.
What?
I don't know.
I mean, we got stuff that connects the sh**t, right?
We got the trash from the health food store, we got the green b*ll*ts, but we got nothing connecting these victims.
So, what do you think, that these are random?
No. No, no, no, no.
This sh**t, he's choosing these people for a reason.
So, what's the connection?
We got it, Sarge. It's their cars.
Huh? Victim one drove a Challenger.
Victim two an Excursion.
Victim three a 911.
I don't see it.
All three of these vehicles have one thing in common.
They're all gas guzzlers.
Well, I get the SUV, but the others?
Yeah, but all three of them fall under the gas guzzler tax.
Which is?
A law that says that any car that fails to meet fuel economy standards will pay a penalty tax.
DANNY: Sarge, this guy is eating organic food, he's using green a*mo and he's targeting gas guzzlers.
An environmental extremist?
Yes, our sh**t's trying to save the environment one dead motorist at a time.
So, we'll get going on all the hard-core green groups.
In this city, there's got to be at least 50.
We'll start with the federal watch list.
All right, go.
That may be true, Mr. Leaf.
You're the only green group with a stated goal of obliterating the human race.
That is not meant to be taken literally.
Really?
Then why does it say, "The only way to save Mother Earth is to eradicate the human race from existence"?
Detective, you wanted to know where I was yesterday and the day before; I told you.
My staff confirmed it.
Now, please leave.
Hold on. Mr. Leaf.
You know, if you want to deal with this down at the precinct, I can make that happen for you.
I told you everything I know, which is nothing.
Now, what do you want?
I want to know who's going around k*lling innocent people, and I think you can help me find out who did it.
Innocent? That's right.
There is nothing innocent about what we do to this planet.
Now, if somebody wanted to do something about that, well, then, I applaud their courage.
So you condone this behavior?
If somebody broke into your house and set it on fire, wouldn't you have the right, under the law, to k*ll that person?
That is not the same thing as taking an innocent life.
It is if you consider the Earth your true home.
You know what?
Maybe I do see your point.
Maybe you're right. Maybe... Hey, hey.
Get your hands off me. What the hell are you doing?!
Get your hands off me right now.
Maybe you're right.
Maybe we are the problem, and maybe we can help you fix it.
By starting with you.
Hey, what the hell are you doing?
I'm donating to the cause.
I don't know anything.
I think you do. I think you do, and you better start talking right now before I put my carbon footprint down your ugly... Okay! Okay!
Okay, I'll tell you!
Start talking.
Now!
I met... this guy... at a rally.
He was a... a former m*llitary guy.
He was talking about doing something like this, but he wanted to go big, asked if me and my group would help him.
And you don't say anything to anyone?
You don't call the cops? LEAF: I thought he was crazy.
I never believed he was actually gonna do it.
What's his name? I don't know!
Like I said, he was just some guy at a rally.
Did you take any pictures at this rally?
Uh, yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah, I think I did.
KATE: Do you have one where we can see his face?
(breathes unsteadily)
Kate. Look, if I got a little over-the-top in there and it made you uncomfortable, I apologize.
You got nothing to apologize to me for.
Okay.
We got what we came for, didn't we?
Let's hope so.
Hey, listen, Danny.
I'm all caught up on my cases, I got nothing going on the next couple of days.
I'm happy to go overtime, take the load off of you. That's okay.
That's okay.
I can't even begin to understand what you're going through.
But the option is there if you want it.
I appreciate it, Kate.
Okay.
Let's get back to work.
We're just a few blocks from the health food place.
Let's see if anybody around there recognizes the face from the picture Leaf just gave us.
Good idea.
DANNY: Look, do you know the guy or not?
Sorry, man. Can't say that I do.
We think he comes in here, orders a black bean burrito.
Excellent choice.
You being funny?
'Cause I really lost my sense of humor this week.
No, dude. Just saying.
It's not "dude," it's "Detective."
(stutters)
Take another look and see if you can get over your short-term memory loss.
Sorry, dude...
Detective, I...
I-I don't... I don't know the dude.
Thanks for your time.
No problemo.
Didn't Leaf say he was former m*llitary?
Would explain his skill with a r*fle.
Let's run the photo through the Defense Department database.
See what pops.
The doctors aren't really sure what he can hear in this condition.
But we're gonna say our nighttime prayers.
Hey, all right, could you put it on speaker for me?
Yeah.
(rhythmic beeping)
LINDA and JACK: Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep, Thy angels watch me through the night, And keep me safe till morning light.
Uh-huh.
Thank you.
It's coming through right now.
(whirring)
LINDA: Now I lay me down to sleep.
LINDA and JACK: I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take.
(rhythmic beeping)
KATE: Hey, Danny.
Uh, I'm gonna have to, uh, run, okay?
The Department of Defense came back with a hit on our guy.
I'll call you guys as soon as I can.
I love you. Bye.
Got a name.
Matt Hinkle.
Matt Hinkle,
138 Downing Street.
Okay. Let's roll.
Matt Hinkle?!
Police! Open up.
This is us, let's go.
Go! Go!
Go!
We finally get to him...
And he blows his brains out.
(sighs)
Remington 700 bolt action.
That's the g*n the sh**t used.
Yeah, it is, but he kills himself with a nine millimeter.
Thank you.
(sighs)
You ever won the lottery, Kate?
Do you think I'd still be here?
I'm just saying, what are the odds this guy blows himself away right before we show up?
(indistinct chatter)
You think he knew we were coming?
One person knew.
Our friend at the green group, Mr. Leaf, called and gave him a heads up?
What if it wasn't a su1c1de?
Open that.
That m*llitary report say he was a righty or a lefty?
Left-handed.
(sighs) Then why'd he sh**t himself with his right hand?
Leaf k*lled him?
Son of a bitch. He puts us on his trail, buys himself enough time to get over here, end this thing with one sh*t, leave that r*fle, case closed.
Let's go.
DANNY: Richard Leaf?!
Hey! Hey!
Hey!
Police! Hold it!
Hey!
(tires squeak)
Here you go.
Don't sh**t. Don't sh**t. Shut up.
I wouldn't waste a b*llet on you.
(groaning)
A generation from now, I'll be a hero.
Well, for now, you're just gonna be a convict.
(groaning)
Oh, looks like he broke his leg.
(groaning)
You know, it's kind of ironic, it was an SUV took you out.
I'll call a bus.
Make it a hybrid, okay?
(laughs)
(panting)
I will get started on that, and I'll have all of this out of here shortly.
Thank you. And I want to write personal letters to the victims' families.
Of course.
(knocking)
Frank.
Mr. Mayor. Excuse me.
(door closes)
Frank, I wanted to come down here personally and tell you how very proud you made us.
Sir, you didn't come all the way down here to tell me that.
I came down to tell you that I'm sorry, Frank.
For what?
Well, I've been rough on you lately.
I didn't know your grandson was in the hospital.
How is he?
(sighs)
I'm afraid we're not out of the woods yet.
Well, my family and I are praying for you and yours.
I appreciate that.
Anything you need.
Thank you, sir.
And Frank, you made it clear that you don't like to take orders, but I'm going to insist that you follow this one to the letter.
Go be with your family.
(sighs)
All living things look to you, O Lord, to give them their food in due season.
You open your hand, they have their fill.
ALL: Glory to the Father and to the Son and to the Holy Spirit.
As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.
(rhythmic beeping)
You know, the doctors--
they want us to keep talking to you.
They're not sure if you can hear us.
Just like your old man.
You're also unpredictable, and you'll do anything and say anything, like your old man.
And you drive your mother crazy, just like I did, Uncle Jamie and Uncle...
Hey, Joe...
If there's a version of this where you're up there, and you can actually hear me...
...maybe you could knock on somebody's door?
Put in a good word?
(rhythmic beeping)
(breath quivering)
(sighs)
(sighs)
(sighs)
(groaning)
Hey, buddy.
Daddy.
Hey, can you hear me?
I can hear you, Daddy.
Yeah?
Okay. Tell me your name.
Sean.
Yeah? That's all right. Hey.
Mommy.
Sean.
(sighs)
(sighs)
Thanks, kiddo.