(camera clicks)
You think it's going down?
Well, they called their dealer about an hour ago.
That's Billy Chin, Jared Mehra, and Russell Wilson.
Their dealer, Christopher Dean, specializes in high-end dope.
Coke, pills, fentanyl patches.
They're real big with the downtown party crowd.
Brokers, lawyers...
So much for the three martini lunch.
We've been looking at this Dean for about eight months now.
Haven't been able to catch him in the act.
Till now.
Your boy's here.
All right, everybody, sit tight until the money changes hands, okay?
Got it.
DANNY: Okay, here's our boy, Christopher Dean.
Who's the muscle?
I don't know.
Dean usually works alone.
I never saw this guy before.
My friend.
How are you, my friend?
How are you? Looking good.
What's up, Christopher? Sir.
Your new partner's looking creepier than usual.
(sniffs)
Ah, he's okay.
Lot of competition for this stuff.
What's up, tough guy?
Want a drink?
Feel like you could use one.
Back off, Russell.
Where's the cash?
Got it right here.
All right, here we go.
Need to relax, man.
You know, get laid once in a while.
You'll live longer.
You won't.
(people screaming)
sh*ts fired!
Come on, move it!
Move!
What the hell?!
Let's go.
(sirens wailing)
Company.
Dean!
(tires screeching)
DANNY: Get out of there!
Get out of the way!
(car horn honking)
Get out of the way!
Those two don't move!
On the ground.
Looks like you got hit, you piece of garbage.
Turn over.
Wilson's gone.
Yeah, well, Dean here needs a bus.
But we've been down this road before.
When Nicky goes around my back to you, you need to just shut her down.
I did.
I said she needed your permission, not mine.
And she takes that as meaning you don't disapprove.
That's not my place to approve or disapprove, and I don't appreciate being put in the middle of it.
What the hell is this?
Don't look at me.
Amanda.
Erin, Commissioner.
Hello, Amanda.
So you running the D.A.'s office yet?
Still just humble trial bureau chief.
I'm sorry to interrupt.
I was going to do this tomorrow, but since your father happens to be here, I thought he might like to share in the good news.
Good news?
Unless you're not interested in being my new deputy bureau chief.
I believe it's customary to say something at this point.
Deputy bureau chief?
Are you kidding me?
Not if I send champagne.
Congratulations.
Thank you, Amanda.
I won't let you down.
You better not.
Would you like to join us for a drink?
I'm afraid I'm on my way to a cocktail party at Gracie Mansion.
Oh, I begged out of that.
Don't tell the mayor you saw me.
Your secret is safe with me.
I'll see you tomorrow, Erin.
Thank you.
Come on, I just got a few questions.
Christopher Dean's on his way to surgery, Detective.
It'll take two seconds.
You'll have to talk to my supervisor.
Fine. Where is he?
She's over there.
We got a tibial fracture in curtain three. Excuse me.
And MVA victim in trauma one.
Hey. Hey.
Guy came in with a b*llet in his gut.
He was part of a drug deal turned homicide.
Yeah, paramedics told me.
You okay? Yeah, I'm fine.
But, look, his accomplice, he k*lled a guy and got away.
I need your patient to I.D. him.
Is he conscious?
Yeah, but he's in bad shape.
I can't let you see him till after surgery.
Well, hold on, Linda. I just got ask him a few questions.
I need a name; it's gonna take two seconds.
Danny, it's against hospital policy.
But even if it wasn't, I wouldn't let you see him.
What do you mean? I'm trying to find a m*rder*r here.
Yeah, well, I got a patient to save, and in this building, that comes first.
Hey! Danny!
There is an officer posted on Dean.
When he gets out of surgery, I will let you know.
♪ Blue Bloods 3x20 ♪
Ends and Means
Original Air Date on April 12, 2013
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Hey, did the hospital say when we can talk to Christopher Dean?
The hospital? No. What's this?
Dean's rap sheet.
A few possession collars, nothing violent.
That all changed when he hooked up with Captain Psycho.
Yeah, you pull the photos of his known associates?
Yeah, nothing matches our sh**t.
Dean used to work for one of the big brokerage houses downtown before he started selling dr*gs.
I know; hence the clientele list.
The other two buyers-- where'd we stick those jokers?
Uh, Jared Mehra is in interrogation one, and Billy Chin's in the radio room.
All right.
You take Frick, I'll take Frack.
You know you're in big trouble, right, Jared?
We were just partying.
Next thing I know, Russell's dead.
Mm-hmm. Let's talk about how Russell got that way.
Russell had a big mouth, but he didn't deserve to get sh*t.
That's why you're gonna give us the name of the guy that k*lled him.
I never saw that guy before.
(groans): Oh, come on.
You really expect me to believe this?
I swear, we only used to deal with Christopher.
Look, the call to set up the buy came from your cell phone.
You cooperate here, you can help yourself, so why don't you just stop wasting my time.
I didn't do anything.
We have you on tape paying for narcotics, Billy.
I want a lawyer.
I'm calling my attorney.
Let me guess, your guy's lawyered up, too.
Yeah, claimed he can't I.D. the sh**t.
More like he's afraid to.
Either way, once they're arraigned, they're back out on the street.
Yeah, which means no more questioning.
You get anything off the crime scene photos?
Not yet.
Perp's car is registered to Christopher Dean.
I sent out a Finest Message to locate the vehicle.
In other words, we're nowhere.
All hail the queen!
(cheering)
Thank you.
Very... I'm very touched.
Thank you.
(sighs)
I just want to say, now that I'm your boss, that nothing has changed.
Except, now I can fire any one of you at the drop of a hat, so...
(laughter)
You should remember, no direct eye contact, and don't forget to bow.
There-there you go.
Thank you.
Okay, go back to work.
And don't screw up.
(cheering)
Thank you. I look forward to your reign.
(laughs)
Hey, what's up, Rachel?
I just wanted to say I'm excited to be working with you.
And at the risk of sounding like a suck-up, I consider you a role model.
Well, thank you.
I'm happy that you're on the team.
Is there something else?
Thing is, I just caught a sexual as*ault case.
Wayne Devereaux, right?
r*ped a 65-year-old?
Case is open-and-shut.
He was caught in the act.
Okay, so what's the problem?
Well, since this will be his third strike, I reviewed Devereaux's other two violent felony convictions.
And?
The first one's solid.
The second case was six years ago.
I found some relevant evidence the prosecutor never put on the record.
Well, that's a very serious charge.
I know, but when I nail Devereaux, with one prior, he's looking at ten years.
Under three strikes, it's 25 to life.
All right, I'll take a look.
Who was the prosecutor on the case?
What do we got?
30-year-old male, took one in the head.
All right.
Step back.
Son of a bitch.
Tell me it's not Billy Chin.
Yeah, Billy Chin.
Great. First he lawyers up on us, now he winds up with one in the back of the head?
Yeah, what do you want to bet the round matches the one they pulled out of his pal last night, too?
You think our sh**t took him out?
Well, he's a pro.
Takes out Billy Chin here so he can't I.D. him, and dumps his body in the Financial District so all his pals can see.
I'd say he's sending a message.
Jared Mehra-- we thinking he's next?
Yeah, I'm pretty sure he's on the list.
Where are you with our perp in the hospital?
He was back in for a second surgery.
They're gonna call me as soon as we can talk to him.
Bodies are piling up; we need an I.D. on this sh**t.
Believe me, I know that.
Let's get out of here.
Just one pretzel, no mustard, okay?
You got it.
Hey, how's your homicide?
Turned into a doubleheader.
Thanks.
You know who you're chasing? No.
My only witness is currently in surgery at St. Vic's.
Oh, can Linda help you get to him?
Linda? You know, I thought she would've helped me, but she shut me down. Oh.
Anyway, look, that's not why I asked to meet with you.
I got-- I need a really big favor.
You know the Bay Ridge Derby is coming up, and I'm supposed to help Sean.
I'm kind of stuck with this case.
It's k*lling me, but I can't help him.
I can do it. You sure?
Yeah, yeah, get him signed up, help him build the car.
It'll be fun; no problem.
Whoa, whoa. If he loses, it's gonna be a big problem.
I mean, this is a serious family tradition, kid.
Dad won, I won, Joe won.
I won. Right.
Hey, don't worry, I got it.
(cell phone rings)
You sure?
Yeah. Be fun.
Linda.
She's finally gonna let me talk to my suspect.
Um, all right, I got to go.
The derby.
All right. All right, don't mess it up, kid.
I'm counting on you. Got it.
But at the end of the day, this case goes to trial in Manhattan.
I got to run.
(sighs)
My counterpart in Brooklyn.
He's trying to jump our serial arson case.
I'll burn his house down first.
How's the new gig?
So far, so good.
We're prosecuting a sex offender, Wayne Devereaux.
Elderly victim.
Does it ring a bell?
Not yet.
Well, the guy's got two strikes.
You gave him his second.
Oh, yeah, I remember this son of a bitch.
r*ped a 70-year-old grandmother on her way home from the market.
Yeah. When our A.D.A. ran the case, she found a D.O.T. video that you subpoenaed.
It shows Devereaux's car running a red light in East Village at the same time the victim was being assaulted on the Upper West Side.
I remember ordering the video, but I never watched it.
Why not?
The victim picked Devereaux out of a lineup, along with two sanitation workers who pulled him off her.
Prior conviction, same M.O.-- I didn't need the tape.
I had him cold.
You watch it?
Yeah, it's Devereaux's car, but you can't make out the driver's face.
Well, it couldn't have been Devereaux.
Who's the A.D.A.? Rachel Manning.
I'll watch the tape. I'll straighten it out.
Thank you, Amanda.
Hey.
Can I talk to Christopher Dean now?
I'm afraid not.
Why not?
You operated on the guy twice.
What is it now, a heart transplant?
No, Danny.
Well, why can't I interview him?
Because he's dead.
He d*ed, ten minutes after I texted you.
Complications from the second surgery.
I'm sorry.
"Sorry."
Sorry will be when the next bodies come pouring through here.
Hey, there.
Hey.
Did Amanda talk to you about the Devereaux case?
Yes.
So, is she going to have the case reviewed based on the traffic video?
Amanda's comfortable with the conviction as it stands.
Did she say that?
In no uncertain terms.
Look, I was hoping you could take me off the case.
You want someone to take over Devereaux's current r*pe trial?
I'm just not comfortable, under the circumstances.
Uh, I should get back to work.
Man, they've added a lot of rules since I raced.
Can we get some ice cream?
Yeah, as soon as we get registered, bud.
Are you excited to carry on the Reagan family dynasty?
I guess.
I'm gonna go say hi to my friend Ethan.
Okay.
Hi.
Oh, hey.
Didn't know you had a kid, Reagan.
He's Danny's son.
What's up, Larry?
15 years with FDNY, just made lieutenant.
I hear you're still stuck on the b*at.
Yeah, well, law school set me back a few years.
So, it's the Reagans and Bonniellos going at it on the hill.
Just like old times.
I was trying to remember.
Have you guys ever actually beaten us?
I wouldn't get too cocky.
I remember the year you took on Danny.
That race was really... not close, actually.
Your brother took a rolling start.
Yeah, well, that's not what the judges said.
MAN: Next. Can I see your release forms?
But, hey, uh, that was a long time ago, right?
It's all about the kids having fun here.
Ethan! We're out of here.
We're in it to win it this year, Reagan.
Well, God knows you guys are due.
Did you ever have a suspect dead to rights, and look the other way on a piece of evidence that might have let him walk?
As Commissioner, no way.
Not ethical. Slippery slope.
As a cop?
Don't ask.
That's not an answer.
If I ever did, it would've been a mistake.
This about your new job?
Don't ask.
Got it.
It's one of the toughest things a cop has to wrestle with.
Prosecutors, too.
But isn't there a gray area when someone can do the wrong thing for the right reasons?
Sometimes we have to pay a price for our ethics.
But we either pay for them or with them.
If you're trying to make this easier, can you just try a little harder?
(sighs)
Your head sits well on your shoulders, and your heart's in the right place.
When the time comes, you'll know what to do.
(sighs)
Hey, look what the cat dragged in.
How's it going, Jared?
(sighs)
How you think it's going?
Crazy bastard k*lled Billy.
I want to make it perfectly clear that I advised my client not to speak to you.
He's worried about a damn drug charge, I'm about to get a b*llet in my brain.
Yeah, he's right, Counselor.
You'll probably make a lot more dough off him if you keep him alive.
Okay, what do you want to talk about?
Hello!
I need you guys to keep me from getting k*lled.
Oh.
It'd be a lot easier if we knew who we were looking for.
I've been buying from Christopher for two years.
Though we are not admitting to the purchase or the use of illicit dr*gs.
Will you shut up, Alan?!
So, up until now, everything, everything has been cool.
Yeah, well, it's not cool anymore.
Christopher Dean is dead, so why don't you tell us something we don't know.
We went to that new guy's place a couple months ago to-to pick up some stuff.
He's a... complete freak show.
We need a name, Jared.
You guys gonna protect me?
The quicker we catch him, the safer you'll be.
His name's, uh, Tommy Banks.
Tommy Banks.
He's new in town, from Chicago, I think.
That explains why no one knows the guy.
Yeah, okay.
You gave us the name.
Give us an address.
Anything? Nothing here.
Clear.
(sighs)
Nobody home.
Let's go.
Detectives.
Hey, what's his story?
This guy's the superintendent.
Oh, yeah? We're looking for Tommy Banks.
When's the last time you saw him?
It's been a few days.
Does he have any friends in the building?
I doubt it. The guy's bad news.
Everybody keeps their distance.
All right, look, we're investigating a homicide.
It's important we find Tommy, you understand?
I ran into his girlfriend once.
She was bringing him some food. She got a name?
Something with an "S."
Uh, Sally...
Sheri. Sheri something.
Sheri something. Beautiful.
Let's go find Sheri something.
AMANDA: Well, I'm fortunate to have an extremely talented team of prosecutors who make me look good.
Your name has been mentioned as a candidate for district attorney.
That's flattering, but I am happy where I am.
I'm sorry. Duty calls.
Did I sound adequately humble and magnanimous?
Yes.
It's too bad you didn't save any of that for Rachel Manning.
What happened?
I reviewed the traffic tape.
Like you said, it was inconclusive as to who was driving the car.
It wouldn't have changed the verdict.
You can't know that.
Devereaux's lawyer should've had the tape, and the jurors should've been able to weigh its value.
This guy is a recidivist r*pist who preys on senior citizens.
I know.
Then you also know that despite having this sick bastard dead to rights, that tape could've swayed some idiot juror to let him walk.
I thought you said you didn't watch the video.
A subordinate came to you with an issue.
You passed it up to me, and I made my call.
Let's move on.
(clears throat)
You know, Erin, it was not easy getting to where I am.
But you know how I did it?
In every job along the way, I made myself indispensable.
I had the boss's back, and they knew they could count on me.
And now that I'm the boss, I'm looking for people I can count on.
People who want a future in this office.
People like you, Erin.
That is why I put you on my team.
Sean?
Plain or pepperoni?
Surprise me.
Thanks, buddy.
How's your case going?
I.D.'d the sh**t, finally.
That's good news.
Oh, yeah, great.
So, you think you'll be able to track him down?
Thought you didn't care about that.
Come on, Danny.
I know you're pissed at me, but why don't you just say what you got to say.
'Cause it's not gonna change anything.
Well... might make you feel better.
Really?
Talking about how my wife protected a m*rder*r's supposed to make me feel better?
That's not fair.
But it's true.
Sean, let's go up.
LINDA: Upstairs.
Finish your homework.
(sighs)
You know what's true?
Is you think that what you do is more important than what I do.
I never said that.
You didn't have to.
I never said that!
(sighs)
Danny, you... you put your life on the line every day, 24/7.
You save lives.
You do.
But I save lives, too.
When you bust into my E.R. and ask me to put a life in jeopardy for the sake of your case, you know what you're saying?
You're saying your way of saving lives takes priority over my way, and it doesn't.
You know what?
I didn't bust into your E.R., Linda.
I walked in!
I walked in, and I asked you to help me keep more people from getting k*lled by a maniac!
Who sh*t up the Meatpacking District with an U*i!
Well, I did my job.
And I would do it again in a second.
I did my job, too, and I'd do it again in a second.
You know, Danny, you're being such a jerk about this, and I'm sick of it!
Good.
Then maybe that's my cue to go.
What? What did you say?
I said I'm leaving.
(door opens, closes)
(sighs)
There's coffee in the kitchen.
I think it's still hot.
Oh.
Hey.
(grunts)
Why didn't you just go up to your old room?
I didn't want to wake you.
I know; so much for that.
Once I knew you were coming, I couldn't sleep.
It's a dad thing.
Yeah.
Yeah, I got the broad strokes.
Tough situation.
Didn't have to be.
I needed 30 seconds with the guy, Dad.
She did what she thought was right.
Are we taking sides?
Nope. You two are gonna have to hash this out.
Well, that may take a while.
Look, we both know how you get when you're working a tough case.
So...?
So... just remember that this time, she's got a case, too.
(sighs)
I got a tour.
I'm gonna get ready and go.
Jamie's doing a great job with Sean.
Yeah, I'd love to be part of it.
HENRY: Your Uncle Jamie tells me that you're pals with the Bonniello kid.
Ethan? Yeah, he's a cool guy.
Just remember, when you're up there on the hill, it's not about friendship.
It's every man for himself.
Come on, Henry, this is just a kids' race.
It's not the Daytona 500.
Sean just wants to have fun.
Winning is fun. Yeah.
As long as you play by the rules, right, Sean?
You guys are so full of it.
This is all about b*ating the Bonniellos.
Isn't that feud, like, 100 years old?
It is not a feud, it is a tradition.
In which we run roughshod over those hose-dragging hydrant suckers till they cry like little girls.
(door closes)
(clears throat)
JAMIE: Hey.
Hey. I made you a plate, Dad.
Thanks, kid. Sorry I'm late.
Any luck with your sh**t?
Nope, still in the wind.
48 hours trying to I.D. his girlfriend, and nothing.
You'll get him.
Yeah, well, case is getting colder by the day.
Is that Mom's fault?
(scoffs softly)
I wonder where he got that idea.
No, Sean, it's not your mother's fault.
Well, that's nice to hear.
You really believe that?
I do. Big difference between medical decisions and police decisions.
But this guy is partially responsible for a m*rder, right?
Allegedly, people are innocent until proven guilty.
But Danny saw this happen with his own two eyes.
Maybe we should leave this alone.
Oh.
You really think that doctors and nurses should choose who gets good care and who doesn't?
No, but I don't think they should put other people's lives at risk either.
Do no harm and all that garbage.
(scoffs)
It's dangerous though, Danny.
I mean, you're asking the hospital to play God.
I don't know if it's so black and white.
I mean, we all have jobs where people's lives hang in the balance.
We have to make decisions that do the most good.
That's sounds like a rationalization against doing what you know is right.
My job is to keep the patient alive.
Period.
HENRY: My two cents: if a guy sells poison on the streets, he deserves what he gets.
Maybe so, but it takes guts to stand by your principles.
Not just when it's easy, but when it can cost you something.
Thank you.
Okay, then, Dad, if it were you at the hospital when I showed up, would you have let me talk to the guy?
Pass the potatoes.
FRANK: Pop?
What's going on?
Well, the Henry Special is almost good to go.
Yeah, Jamie and Sean did a great job, didn't they?
Mm.
Course, they didn't teach them about the finer points of derby racing at Harvard.
The finer points?
Sliding weight in the nose, a little give in the seat.
That would be cheating, Pop.
Relax.
The car will pass inspection.
We'll just have a competitive edge.
That's what's special about the Henry Special.
You gonna tell Sean?
Course not.
He needs to have plausible deniability.
Just like you did.
What are you talking about?
What, you think we b*at the Bonniellos every year on our charm and good looks?
Pop.
Those bastards pushed the envelope just as much as we did.
Well, it doesn't make it right.
(clears throat)
I slept with this trophy for a week.
All's fair in love... and derby racing.
To hold a grudge over a stupid race...
It goes much deeper than that.
Sal Bonniello picked a fight with me, I chipped a tooth, and I'm the one who got grounded.
How old were you?
I was seven.
♪
(quiet clatter)
(whispering): It's okay. I blacked out the windows.
Turn on the lights.
You bring the rule book?
Yeah, I got it.
So, uh, what's up?
There's no easy way to say this.
Henry Special's juiced.
What are you talking about?
Your grandpa made a few adjustments.
He rigged the car?
Why would he do that?
Because he got grounded when he was seven.
Come again?
(sighs)
It's gonna be a long night.
Well, what are we gonna do?
Level the playing field.
All right, what do you got, Baez?
BAEZ: May finally have something on Sheri the girlfriend.
Yeah? Talk to me.
I took a flier and checked in with the hospital to see who claimed Christopher Dean's body.
His sister sent a funeral director to sign for him this morning.
And?
Sister's name is Sheri Dean.
Bingo. You check her out?
Yeah, she's got a place in the East Village.
Management says she signed a lease about three months ago.
Came in from Chicago.
All right, look, I'm about five minutes from the Village.
Text me an address, grab my rain jacket and vest, I'll meet you there. Okay.
Hey, don't go in until I get there.
Hi. You have a second?
Come on in.
(sighs)
I'm not sure I ever expressed how grateful I am for the opportunity you've given me.
Oh, that's not necessary.
No, it-it is.
I mean, for a long time, I've just kept my head down.
Prosecuted my cases, raised my daughter, never really gave a thought to my future.
Nicky's gonna be going to college soon.
I'm gonna be on my own.
So, when this promotion came along, I thought, yeah, maybe it's okay to be thinking about my career again.
You have all the talent in the world, Erin.
Together we could run this place.
I would like that.
But... (clears throat)
none of that is really relevant to the Devereaux case.
If we break the rules to put the bad guys away, that makes us the bad guys.
That's really moving.
And incredibly naive.
I trust the system to decide guilt or innocence without putting my thumb on the scale.
If that makes me naive, then so be it.
You might want to think about this.
Do you really want to take me on?
You're not leaving me a choice.
Now, you are either going to take that tape to the judge, or I am.
And know this: you can do whatever you want to me, but if you go after Rachel Manning, I will take this whole thing public.
And I don't think that's a scandal you want to face.
I figured you could play hardball.
I just hoped we'd be on the same team.
That's up to you.
(door closes)
(knocking)
Sheri Dean?
Yeah? Wh-What's going on?
I'm Detective Reagan.
You Tommy Banks' girlfriend?
I know Tommy.
Uh-huh.
Is Tommy here now?
No.
You mind if I come in?
No.
Okay.
You know where Tommy is now?
Uh, no.
No?
When's the last time you saw him?
Uh, couple days?
He comes and goes.
Right.
You know Tommy's the reason why your brother's dead, right?
He's a bad guy, Sheri.
He's hurt a lot of people, and, uh, he's gonna hurt you, too.
Look, I already told you, I-I don't know... where he is.
You know that I'm paid to know when I'm being lied to, right?
Hmm?
I'm pretty sure that's what's happening to me right now.
(g*nsh*t, Sheri screams)
Stay there!
(gasps)
Stay down!
Stop it, Tommy!
(g*n clicks empty)
Give it up, Tommy!
You hear me?!
Come and get me, cop!
DANNY: You're not getting out of here!
(grunting)
(gasps)
(groans)
(grunting)
(straining)
Banks!
Drop your hands!
Banks, I will sh**t! Drop your hands!
(grunting)
(panting)
I told you to wait for me.
I forgot.
You wanted to see me?
Come in, Rachel.
Your request to be transferred off the Devereaux case has been denied.
May I ask why?
When you start a case around here, you finish it.
And the traffic video?
I've contacted the judge in that case.
The conviction is under review.
The matter will be resolved before Devereaux is sentenced in your case.
Provided, of course, you get a conviction.
I will.
Thank you.
So should I be packing my things?
You ignored the chain of command.
You defied my explicit instructions to drop this matter.
And then you threatened to call me out in public.
That's true.
You're arrogant and self-righteous.
Also true.
And you also happen to be the only person in this office I can trust to call me out when I cross the line.
You sure that's something you want?
No.
But it may be something need.
(sighs)
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Linda, I know what you're thinking.
If you would've just let me question Christopher Dean, none of this would've happened.
It's okay, I know you were doing what you thought was right.
Yeah, actually I wasn't thinking that, 'cause I know what I did was right.
I'm really glad you're okay though.
Thank you.
Uh, the stuff with us, Danny...
(sighs)
This is a bad situation.
I know it was a bad situation.
Danny, we were caught on opposite sides, but we were both doing what we needed to do.
We've been through a lot.
And we always stuck together.
You just-- you can't... do that.
You can't just leave.
I didn't leave leave, Linda.
I just...
I just left.
(sighs)
Maybe I just thought you were choosing your job over me.
(scoffs)
Danny...
I would never do that.
I know.
I was wrong.
Yeah, you were.
Don't do it again.
No way.
(sighs)
So you think you can make it to your son's big race?
You see if you can stop me.
I love you.
I love you, too.
Hey!
What's wrong with you guys? The race starts in a minute.
I'm awake, I'm awake. Come on, let's go.
Let's go.
Hurry up!
ANNOUNCER (over P.A.): Welcome to the 2013
Bay Ridge Derby Race.
All racing participants, please check in at the registration table.
I'm gonna go find Sean. Okay.
Salvatore.
Henry.
How's the tooth?
Nice day for a race.
This year, you're going down.
Yeah, I've heard that before.
Usual wager?
A case of Dublin's finest.
Deal.
And I'll drink the first toast to you.
Like always.
ANNOUNCER: Car number ten, red team, to the inspection station.
All right, there's your competition.
ANNOUNCER: Five minutes to race time.
Good luck.
You, too.
Larry.
Cut yourself shaving?
(laughs)
That's funny.
I'm watching you guys.
Just try taking a rolling start.
We're watching you, too.
In the rearview mirror.
ANNOUNCER: All cars to the starting line.
Okay, you ready?
Mm-hmm.
Nervous? Why would I be?
Well, no Reagan man has ever lost a derby.
It's a lot of pressure.
I was in a coma a few weeks ago; I think I can handle this.
I think you're right.
Okay, let's go.
Let's do a vehicle check.
Wheels. Check.
Axle.
Check.
(crowd cheering)
ANNOUNCER: Three, two, one, go!
Come on, now!
Let's go, Sean, go, go, go, go, go!
Sean! Sean!
ANNOUNCER: Porter first, Reagan second, Bonniello third!
Well, at least he got second, you know?
Second is good.
Yeah. Yeah, out of three kids.
Screw some smiles on your faces for Sean's sake.
For guys, there's nothing worse than losing.
ANNOUNCER: The winner is number 13, Janie Porter.
Oh, well, I stand corrected.
A girl?
(groans)
DANNY: Lost to a girl.
(laughing)
Oh, well.
I can't believe it.
That car was unbeatable.
Oh, relax, Pop.
Even DiMaggio's streak ended.
JAMIE: Come on, buddy.
Hey, there he is!
(cheering)
Good job, buddy.
Nice going. Great job.
Great race, bud, great race.
Sorry I let you down.
No, no, no, kiddo.
You didn't let me down.
I guess the Henry Special just finally ran out of magic.
LINDA: Come here, you.
You ran a great race. You did a good job.
Sean, you were flying.
That's right, you did the Reagan name proud, kid.
FRANK: Hey.
This is for you.
This is your trophy, Grandpa.
Nope, not anymore.
You did the work.
You ran a clean race.
Yeah.
Come on, how about some hot chocolate?
All right.
Another family tradition sh*t to hell.