Boys, hurry up; you're gonna be late for the bus!
Babe, we're pretty much on fumes till the end of the month.
Which one of these bills you want me to pay first?
Well, the gas company's not gonna ding us for 15 days.
Pay the power bill.
You're a genius.
Remember, tonight's the night that me and the boys are gonna be home late.
Right, the birthday party or something.
Oh, Scotty Trevino.
Him and 20 of his closest buddies I got.
An arcade, then burgers and a movie.
Good luck.
Thank you.
And you remember what you're doing after work, right?
Yeah, coming home, drink a beer and watch TV.
Uh, no, you got to go to, uh, here.
Wojcik...
Wojcik Polish Bakery.
Yeah, we used to go there as kids when my old man did a stint in the 5-4. Well, apparently, their chocolate cheesecake is amazing.
Okay. I want to have it for family dinner.
Okay, but family dinner's not till Sunday, babe.
Why do I have to go get the cheesecake tonight?
Because they're not open on Sunday and they don't take orders over the phone.
Fine, yeah, all right.
I will go tonight and then I'm gonna come home, have a beer, watch TV in my underwear.
I'll wait for you.
GORMLEY: Reagan,
Lansing!
Where are we on that bodega sh**ting?
We're nowhere, Sarge.
Couple kids saw the sh**t, but it's
12th Street Boyz territory, so nobody's talking.
Uh-huh, how about your hit and run?
That one's even colder.
You know we're in the business of closing cases, right?
Come on, you can't be busting our balls, Sarge.
Well, Chief of D's just did a number on mine, so I'm spreading the wealth.
Then you spoke too soon.
That string of random assaults in Greenpoint?
We just sweet-talked victim number four into explaining how they're not so random.
Uh-huh, which is?
They're all clients of a local bookie named Alan Greer-- the wounds are sort of a warning to pay up.
So your vic can I.D. the attacker as Greer?
Well, no, but apparently he keeps a very detailed little black book, so we get our hands on that book...
You connect him to all the victims and get them to presses charges, too.
Wow, you know, I bet you can't wait till tomorrow, Sarge.
Why's that?
Because you get smarter every day.
Yeah.
I'll head over to the A.D.A.'s and try to get a search warrant for Greer's place.
What do you mean "no"?
As in "not yes""
Come on, Saul, this bookie's going around handing out b*at-downs like it's candy on Halloween.
On the word of a gambling addict with a head injury.
Yeah, who also says that this bookie, this guy Greer, he keeps everything written down on a little black book in his safe.
Come on, we get this book, we can close five as*ault cases at one time.
All right.
But I'm swamped; won't be till the middle of next week.
Saul, you're a former cop yourself.
You know I got to move on this now.
Fine!
Monday. Best I can do.
All right, thank you.
Are you seeing another A.D.A. behind my back?
Well, you know, I can't have everybody thinking I run to my sister every time I need something.
Right? They might start thinking you're smart.
Did you go to the bakery yet?
How do you know about that?
Linda asked me to mention it if you happened to stop by, but, look, get me some of those paczkis; I love those things.
Fine, fine, I'm going after work, okay?
I know, and then I hear you have a date with your couch in your underwear.
Does she have to tell you everything?
That's what I said.
♪
(vacuum cleaner humming)
Hey!
Leave alone! No money in the register!
No, no, I got to make an order!
Closed. Come back tomorrow.
But, hey... it's Danny Reagan.
You remember my dad, the cop?
Hi. Danny Reagan.
Yeah. You used to be this tall.
I know.
Well, we are still closed.
No, come... look, my wife's gonna k*ll me if I don't get this order in.
You got to help me out.
Uh, I have wife like that.
Tell you what, you tell me what you want, I make it myself.
Okay, good. Come in.
That'll make my family very happy.
You get warm. Yeah.
(chuckles)
(pop music playing over stereo)
(siren whoops)
(scoffs)
Are you kidding me?
(music stops)
(garbled radio transmission)
Sir? Hey.
Can I see your license and registration?
Will that work?
I'm on the job.
Oh.
Evening, Detective.
Good evening to you, too.
You mind if I take a look around in the back?
You're joking, right?
I wish I was.
But 911 got an anonymous tip about a drug sale.
Says a car matching this one is in the area to make the drop.
Look, you know I can make you get a warrant for this.
That's why I'm hoping for your cooperation, Detective.
Right, why waste anyone else's time tonight besides mine?
Excuse me.
(sighs) I'm telling you there's nothing in there but a bunch of old junk I'm bringing home from the squad.
The door sticks.
See?
Box of junk.
Move the box.
Why do I got to move the box?
It's just an old box of junk!
What is that?
Looks like cocaine to me.
That's not mine. Step away from the vehicle.
Look, I'm telling you, I don't know how that got in my car!
Put your hands on the glass.
Come on, it's... Put your hands on the glass!
I don't know how that got in the car.
♪ Blue Bloods 3x12 ♪
Framed
Original Air Date on January 18, 2013
♪
Stop steering me around.
Told you I know where I'm going; it's my squad.
What's going on?
Damned if I know.
Sergeant Gormley?
Can you let go of me now?
Officer, you know he's one of mine, right?
They found coke in my car.
What...?
Criminal possession of a controlled substance.
Approximately two kilos.
Okay, Reagan.
It's a little early for April Fool's Day.
It's not a joke, Sarge.
I wish it was, believe me.
911 got an anonymous tip.
I pulled him over, found the dr*gs.
Internal affairs has been notified and will be here shortly.
All right, Officer, I'll take it from here.
Here's his g*n and shield.
Thank you.
I'm not putting you in a cell, I'll put you in the box.
Thanks.
I'll call our union delegate.
No, Kate, don't bother.
Reagan, listen to her.
I'm not hiding behind anyone, Sarge.
But why did we have to leave?
The movie was only half over.
Because.
FRANK: We're in here.
Frank...
(clears throat)
what's going on?
Well, first of all, Danny's not hurt.
Why don't we all sit down.
Come on, kids.
Okay.
Okay.
SEAN: Grandpa, this is just like Sunday dinner.
Yeah.
Except somebody's missing.
Boys, your dad's been arrested.
For what?
Possession of cocaine.
(chuckles): Oh, come on.
That is ridiculous.
(sighs)
How?
Traffic stop.
They found two kilos in his trunk.
Okay, guys, you know what?
I think it's time you go upstairs now.
FRANK: Boys, hold on a minute.
Linda, I think they need to sit in on this.
It's gonna be in the papers, their friends are gonna know, and they need to be prepared.
Does this have to be in the papers, Frank?
I mean, can't you, can't you stop that?
I wish I could.
Well, where is he now?
He's being held at his precinct.
It's procedure.
Procedure?
We're talking about Danny Reagan here.
I know we are.
Well, I'm going to see him.
JAMIE: Linda, they don't have visiting hours.
Okay, so then get him out.
We can't. You can't?
JACK: Grandpa, you're the police commissioner.
You can do whatever you want, right?
Jack, sometimes there's a difference between what you can do and what you should do, and... sometimes that's a tough choice, but...
Like, you can jump off the roof, but should you?
LINDA: Nicky, you know what, we're not talking about jumping off a roof here.
FRANK: Linda, the department has procedures to handle situations like this.
I believe in them.
Hell, I helped write them.
And because I shouldn't get involved, I can't.
JAMIE: Danny will be out on bail in the morning.
So, we are just gonna let him rot in jail?
Nobody rots in my jails.
And nobody gets special treatment, either.
Oh, okay.
Especially from any of us.
Has to be this way, Linda.
No, it doesn't have to be this way.
You're a cop; go find out who's framing your brother!
And, Erin, I know you probably can't prosecute this, right?
But can you find out who is, and-and tell them that Danny didn't do this?
Of course he didn't do this, and all of that will come out, but right now, our hands are tied.
HENRY: Linda, being seen as a dirty cop is bad enough.
But a dirty cop from this family, pulling strings for him?
That could go from bad to worse in a heartbeat.
There's a line here, and we walk it every day.
HENRY: We want this cleared up just as badly as you do.
But we have to stay out of it.
You want me to represent Danny?
Wise woman once said, "If you need to hire a shark, make sure you get the Great White."
Sounds like Erin.
She used a couple of other words I won't repeat.
So why isn't she asking me?
'Cause she can't get anywhere near this.
Which is why she'll never know about me doing this.
Or anyone else in the family.
I always liked Danny.
Even during the darkest days of my marriage to Erin, he was always willing to look at both sides, unlike some people I could name.
So you'll do it?
On one condition: that I don't hear one word of advice from you or Frank, you got it?
But what if...
Not a word.
Where's Danny?
The 5-4.
Internal Affairs is probably there already.
Better get a move on.
I'll send you my bill.
You can thank me with a check for the amount.
All right.
Let's go over it again.
We've already been over it three times already.
I know.
Someone planted the dr*gs in your car.
Then some cop pulls me over and there's a bag of coke in there!
And between these two events, the only time you weren't in your vehicle is while you were at the Wojcik Bakery for five minutes at most.
Yeah, that's right, five minutes.
How long does it take for somebody to come by and stuff some dr*gs in my car?
I don't know.
You tell me.
(sighs)
Okay, maybe it was ten minutes.
Detective, you've taken out
$58,000's worth of pension loans over the last couple of years.
Is that right?
(scoffs quietly)
Being broke... is not a crime.
No, but it can make a man desperate.
And I guess that's why you've also been pestering the Paid Details Unit for extra work recently, right?
It wasn't my stuff.
Somebody put it there.
So you're saying you have enemies.
You've investigated me before, Captain.
What do you think?
I think I've seen good cops go bad a lot more times than I'd like.
If you're not gonna do your job, then act like a real cop and find out who's setting me up.
Maybe you can cut me loose so I can do my job and find out for myself.
Danny, I'd like to help you.
But you know this is not how it works.
Course not.
Danny, don't say another word.
Jack Boyle. Boyle, Baxter & Russell.
I'd like to speak to my client.
See you at arraignment, Detective.
Wow.
How you doing, Danny?
Not too good, if I need a heavy hitter like you to come down here and represent me.
So let's get to work.
(sighs)
BOYLE: I'm meeting with your union rep in an hour to discuss our options, then I'll be filing a motion to suppress evidence, given the unwarranted search and seizure.
Jack, I gave the guy consent to search my vehicle.
You sure?
Maybe that road was too noisy for him to hear.
ERIN: I must be going crazy because, if I didn't know any better, I'd say that my ex was acting as my brother's defense attorney.
As if you didn't know.
Erin didn't hire me.
Yeah, he's not lying for once.
Well, then, who did?
Let's just say my Reagan radar went off, and I knew you needed help.
Like I need to get going.
I'll give you a call, Danny. All right.
Seriously, who hired...?
I got to get to work.
Okay, yeah, don't mind me, anyone, I'll just walk all the way back to Staten Island.
Taxi!
(both sigh)
Longest night of my life.
It's gonna be okay.
I'm not so sure about that.
Detective Reagan.
I turned in my g*n and shield last night.
That's not what I'm here for.
Uh, you want my off-duty w*apon, too?
File says you own a snub-nosed .38?
That's right.
I keep it in a lockbox over there. Do you mind?
What is going on?
First your family goes AWOL, and now the department is treating you like some criminal.
Captain Elwood's just doing what he's supposed to do.
Everybody is.
Just try to stay calm, all right?
Okay.
Did you move my lockbox?
No.
Did you tell the boys where it was?
Of course not.
(clears throat)
My g*n's gone.
Maybe you forgot where you put it, Detective.
It's an honest mistake.
I did not misplace my g*n, okay?
Somebody must have taken it, w...
(sighs)
...which means whoever's setting me up was in this house.
Thanks, guys.
That was fun.
I haven't worked a burglary in years.
I bet.
Uh, look, let me know what the lab comes back with, okay?
Prints, fibers, anything could tell me who was in this house.
Will do. Thanks.
Hi. Hey.
Hey.
What's going on?
Why are all these people here?
You know, they're just here to make sure the house is safe and secure, which it is, so no excuses for you guys to not get upstairs and get started on your homework, okay?
(groans)
Go on, both of you.
You sure we're safe here?
What if whoever it was comes back?
(sighs) Look, whoever it is that's setting me up is not going to want to risk the exposure.
Well, you have any idea who that is?
No, and you shouldn't worry yourself about it.
Danny, you know, maybe your family has to take a hands-off approach about this, but I don't.
So, what, this has got to be someone that you busted, right, somebody that's trying to get back at you? I don't know.
Get back at... I said I don't know!
(sighs)
Do we have a new news cycle yet?
Yes. Danny's jam is now on page two.
That's progress.
Until another shoe drops, then it's back to page one.
Unless it's the proof he's innocent, in which case it'll be back there with the Poconos real estate ads.
Welcome to my world.
And what did we have to say today?
"The commissioner
"looks forward to reading the Internal Affairs report
"after its thorough and impartial investigation of Detective Reagan."
Zero calories, same great taste.
On the unofficial side of things, I did some digging into IAB's case against Danny.
Why are you telling me this?
Because you want to know.
Doesn't mean I should.
There are some inconsistencies...
Stop.
Once in a while, like today...
I wish I could work it like the other side does.
Like the other side does?
Like some gangster-- Freddie the Machete or whoever.
His son gets framed... he has a whole orbit he can tap and take things back into his own hands.
You have an entire army.
(sighs)
And I can't use a single one of them to help my boy.
I got into a jam a while back.
And suddenly I got out of it.
And I never knew who to thank.
Sometimes that's the way it has to be.
WOJCIK: No, no phone orders.
Come in, please. Thank you. Bye-bye.
Hey, Mr. Wojcik.
Jamie Reagan.
Long time. Yeah, how you been?
Good. Busy.
Uh, what can I get for you?
I'm sure you heard about last Tuesday.
I was just wondering if you saw anyone suspicious outside before or after Danny was here?
Who?
My brother Danny-- he was here.
No, no, I have not seen Danny in many years.
What do you mean? He was here last Tuesday night.
But he wasn't, like I told the other policemen--
same question.
Maybe you got it mixed up.
No. He came in after closing, he ordered a chocolate cheesecake and some paczkis.
I know my orders.
No mix-up.
Listen, Jamie, this is truth.
I run family business.
Right now, very, very busy.
Potrzebuji pomocy tutaj!
Mr., Mr. Wojcik.
Mr. Wojcik, hey.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
Someone get to you?
Someone thr*aten you to make you change your story?
Because my brother was here and you served him.
What, are you calling me a liar?
Are you calling me a liar?!
No one calls me a liar in my store!
Just listen to me. It's my store; you get out!
Get out!
Go, Jamie!
Okay.
Okay, so that's a wash.
How about Bobby Stevens?
I think I put him away for manslaughter in '99.
Yep, Bobby Stevens.
Went to Dannemora in '99, released in 2010.
Okay, could be a winner, then.
Then went to Sing Sing in 2011
for vehicular homicide.
Fantastic.
Let's try Jose Garcia.
I collared him in '08; I think he tried to rip my head off in the interrogation room.
(clattering)
Garcia is also a no-go.
d*ed at Fishkill back in March.
Hang on, Kate.
I got to call you back, Kate.
Danny, is everything all right?
I don't know.
What the hell are you doing?!
(gasps)
(dog barking)
Danny!
It's just me, Burt.
Burt, what the hell are you doing?
Nothing. I mean, I was just out walking Stella, and I saw just one light on in your house...
So you just started snooping around.
I-I didn't know what was going on.
It's just, uh...
It's just what, Burt?
I was watching the news the other night... and this report comes on about you.
You can't believe everything you hear, Burt.
It's just a misunderstanding is all.
Sorry about the snooping. Really.
It's okay. Just go ahead and walk your dog, okay?
Come on, Stella, let's get out of here.
Burt, hold on.
You walk your dog couple times a day, right?
Four or five.
Four or five.
How about Tuesday afternoon, evening--
when you walked her, did you, uh, see a car parked out here?
Just yours.
What? That car?
No.
The sedan you drive sometimes.
Lights on the back deck.
The unmarked police car?
Right.
That wasn't me.
Son of a bitch.
I'm telling you, whoever it is is on the job.
There's an unmarked car in front of my house the day my g*n goes missing.
This guy knows my every next move.
Who else could it be?
Well, it wasn't the guy who pulled you over.
Officer Ritter I checked. He's clean as a whistle.
Okay, well, if it's not him, it's another cop.
How well do you know your partner?
Kate? I don't know.
I worked with her a few months. She's all right. Why?
You ever considered she was a field associate from IAB, sent to the 5-4 to be their eyes and ears?
Come on, Jack.
Look, I'm paranoid enough as it is.
You want me to start running around thinking my partner's involved in this?
Everything's on the table, Danny.
We're home.
Hi, Uncle Jack.
Guys.
Whoa.
How's the other guy look, Jack?
Your eye, kiddo.
I just ran into a locker.
Coach looked at it. He said it's fine.
He's a klutz. No, no.
I got a black eye playing hockey when I was his age, too.
You did?
Mm-hmm. LINDA: Yeah, he did.
And then he went around school and had all the girls kiss him till it felt better.
SEAN: Ew!
LINDA: "Ew" is right. Come on.
Let's go get your gear off.
No offense, but I'm gonna take a closer look at your partner.
All right.
Thanks, Jack.
Hang in there.
All right.
Hi, Dad.
You're up early.
Yeah. Is the, uh, coffee still hot?
You didn't come here for coffee.
(sighs)
I guess I didn't.
I heard that Linda got in everyone's face the other night.
Yeah. And everybody understood completely.
Right.
But I wanted to tell you myself that, uh, I know you all are doing the right thing.
You can't get involved. It's...
...the line we walk.
I appreciate you saying that.
Internal Affairs treating you okay?
You know, as well as can be expected.
They got to do what they do.
But, Dad, it's... it's not IAB that's keeping me up at night.
It's how good the guy that's framing me is.
Don't go down that road.
You're an innocent man.
I know.
But if I was in IAB's shoes, I'd like me for this, too, Dad.
DANNY: Jack, it's Danny.
I'm following up on your suspicion about Kate.
I'll let you know what happens.
(phone beeps)
♪
(laughs)
Good luck.
Hey.
Danny, you're not supposed to be anywhere near here.
I know.
Might see something I'm not supposed to, huh?
Excuse me?
Well...
I saw you talking to Elwood back there.
He came up to the squad to interview me about you.
Is that right? And I gave him a glowing review; I told him it had to be a setup.
Is that what you guys were smiling about, getting all chummy about?
Hop in, Kate.
Look, Danny, Derek and I are friends.
Last summer when I worked at IAB, he opened up to me about some marital problems he was having.
He asked for my perspective.
I think he's a good guy.
I think he's a rat.
Look, Danny, I know it is rough riding this out on the sidelines, and if it were happening to me, I'd probably be paranoid, too, but I am not your enemy.
You sure about that, Kate?
I'm 100% sure.
I believe you, Danny.
Okay.
I think we've been going about this the wrong way.
I don't think it's a cop who I pissed off before.
Who? Someone you're going after now?
But which case?
The bodega sh**ting is cold.
The hit-and-run is even colder.
I think it's got something to do with the black book.
We need to pay that bookie, Alan Greer, a visit.
I mean, think about it. I try for the warrant, a couple hours later, I get arrested, my g*n goes missing.
And all hell breaks loose. Anybody could have heard me talking about it in the squad, at the D.A.'s office.
Somebody tips this guy off, and...
Look, the bottom line is, we got to find someone else who we can trust to get us another warrant for that black book.
It can't my sister. I can trust her, but she can't help me on this one.
You think I don't know an A.D.A. or two?
(car door closes)
Alan Greer, we have a search warrant!
Danny, we're in.
Okay. Is the bookie there?
KATE: Alan Greer, show yourself!
I'm not seeing him.
Well, what are you seeing, Kate? Talk to me.
We got a body.
Kate? Kate, what's going on?
Whoever's doing this b*at us here.
Well, did they get the book?
No, I don't think so.
The safe is still shut.
Okay. What about Greer?
He's dead. Single sh*t to the back of the head.
What?!
(sighs)
Danny, where did you go after we talked earlier?
Are you kidding me, Kate?
Answer the question.
I drove home.
I drove straight home.
And I spoke to my wife the entire time until I pulled up into my driveway.
You don't believe me? Dump my phone and check the tolls.
I had to ask.
No, I don't know you had to ask, Kate.
Now, have ESU cut that safe open and see if the book's inside.
Okay.
KATE: We're opening the safe now, Reagan.
The book's not in the safe, Danny.
No. Kate, we were told that the book is in the safe.
Maybe he had it out when they came for him.
Tear this place apart. Right. You heard her.
No. No, no, no, no!
The warrant says that we can only check the safe, that's it.
I-I'm sorry, Danny. I-I can't hear you. You're breaking up.
Kate!
I'll let you know when I know anything.
Kate?
Don't do that, Kate. Kate!
Come on, boys. Let's do this.
(sighs)
No, they didn't find the book, but what they did find: the ballistics on the g*n that k*lled Greer matches Danny's off-duty piece.
Where's the light at the end of this tunnel?
Seems like it's the train coming right at him.
Yeah, well, now there's m*rder attached to this.
That's not on Danny.
Try telling him that.
Look, I know you think it's time we kicked down the door and got our hands on this.
I didn't say that.
Well, you didn't have to. I feel the same way.
But we can't?
No. We can't.
I just can't stop thinking that if Saul had gotten him that warrant last week, that maybe this wouldn't have gone this far.
Danny went to Saul Ward on this?
Yeah, he went to Saul, because he doesn't want everyone to think he's always running to his sister for help.
Well, that's the second time his name's come up today.
When was the first?
I accidentally was looking at Derek Elwood's file.
He investigated another sh**ting of Danny's last year.
And Saul, in his cop days, was his partner.
I knew he was a cop, but...
It's probably just a coincidence.
In a case based on nothing but coincidence.
What are you thinking?
(sighs)
Can you keep a secret?
Yeah.
Good. So can I.
Ah, zombie dogs.
The breakfast of champions.
Deputy Commissioner Moore?
But right now, just a private citizen out taking a walk.
Okay.
And thinking about the jam our mutual acquaintance is in.
Uh-huh.
I'm guessing you are, too?
And what I'm thinking--
not that you asked--
oftentimes, the bluebird of happiness is in our own backyard.
In this case, that being the thing which could connect the dots for our mutual acquaintance.
Really?
Maybe.
And if I find something, should I bring it to you?
Sorry. Stupid question.
You have a productive day.
Kate?
Got your call. What's up?
I'll be with you in just a minute.
You know what, Derek?
Uh, I think we should talk somewhere privately.
Sure.
Sarge.
Hey.
Thank you.
Reagan.
Captain.
Detective Reagan's gonna sit in, if that's okay.
Sure. Anyone else want coffee?
I'm good. Me, too.
Be right back.
What's this about?
Oh, you don't know? No, I don't know.
What-what's going on?
Oh, you're good.
I mean, you're really good.
In fact, I spent this whole week not sleeping a wink, thinking about just how good you are.
Good about what?
I mean, wh-what the hell are you talking about, Reagan? You set me up.
What?
It makes sense, doesn't it?
If you didn't ruin my life, your whole life was gonna come tumbling down.
Listen, I understand you're under a ton of pressure, but you know what, you-you really need to see somebody, pal.
You broke into my home!
My house!
Where my wife and my kids sleep!
All right, you know what?
Where you going?
Open this door! Where the hell you going?
KATE: Is there a problem?
Yeah, there's a problem!
Your partner's lost his mind!
We found what you were looking for, Captain.
I don't know what that is.
Sure you do. No.
Well, it's Greer's black book.
I mean, you k*lled him trying to find it.
Hmm?
But don't feel bad, we thought it was in the safe, too.
It kind of was.
Safe had a false bottom.
Really well done.
Everybody missed it, until I went to the manufacturer's Web site and I looked at the model.
What does all this have to do with me?
Greer, the bookie, kept a log of every bet you ever made, every dime you ever sunk into gambling, and let me tell you, there are a lot of dimes in there, Captain.
KATE: Which caused you your financial problems, which led to your marital problems, and then when you realized he was about to blow the whole thing open, caused your Danny Reagan problem.
Yeah.
You still got that problem, Captain.
All right, you guys have both lost your mind.
Is that right?
Yeah.
You want to reach for that g*n, don't you, Captain?
Do it.
Give me an excuse to rip your head off.
Go to hell.
After you.
I invited a friend of yours down.
Start you on your journey.
You remember Saul, your old IAB partner.
And the one you called to see if Danny was getting a warrant for Alan Greer's book.
When you called, I had no idea you were gonna do this.
Saul... No, there's nothing to say, Elwood.
It's over.
But I...
I want to see my attorney.
KATE: That's the first smart move you've made in a week.
Sarge.
My pleasure.
g*n.
Shield.
Derek Elwood, you're under arrest.
You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say or do may be used against you in a court of law.
(whispers): Thank you.
(sighs)
Smile, Reagan.
The sun just came out.
And it also happens to be setting for me.
What are you talking about?
I got word the other day from Internal Affairs that they're pulling me back in.
Well.
When do you start?
Monday morning.
Well, Kate, I suggest you do some cleaning up up there in I.A., okay?
Sure there's a lot more snakes where Elwood came from.
That's the first thing on my list.
Good.
Nice working with you, kid.
Likewise.
Thank you.
Thank you.
(sighs)
Bless us, O Lord, for these, Thy gifts, which we are about to receive from your bounty, through Christ, our Lord. Amen.
OTHERS: Amen.
Amen. Amen.
Something smells good, and it's not the sugar snap peas.
That's the dessert.
Mr. Wojcik threw in a batch of kolaches with the cheesecake.
Well...
Well, I don't care if he threw in a $100 bill.
I'm not eating his stuff.
Come on, kid.
Almost went to prison over this cheesecake.
You got to eat some of it.
What do you got against him?
He lied right to my face about Danny being there.
Really?
I mean, no.
Not right to my face.
He, um, he lied to somebody.
Uh-huh. Hmm.
Did you know I got a bill from your ex-husband for legal services rendered?
I don't know anything about that.
Me, neither.
ERIN: Hmm. HENRY: He was supposed to send that bill to me.
He was, was he?
Yeah, I ran into him on the street.
What street?
How much is the shyster gouging me for?
One whole dollar.
Oh.
DANNY: You know, now that I think about it, there are some things that I haven't been quite able to figure out about how this all came together.
Kate's a hell of a cop.
But you never did explain how she was able to connect Elwood to Saul Ward.
Hey, I stayed a million miles away.
Right.
Garrett'll vouch for that.
I'm sure.
LINDA: Let me get this straight.
You all said that there was nothing you could do to help Danny...
...and nothing was what you did?
Right.
Exactly.
Yeah.
You swear on it?
There will be no swearing at this table.
Could somebody pass the salt?
Thank you.
You're welcome.