♪
(indistinct chatter)
Excuse me!
I've gotten separated from my daughter.
There's a police kiosk over by...
Look, can you make an announcement from here?
She's only eight years old. Her name is Claire!
Sir, I'm sorry. This is a ticket window.
Please, you have to help us!
We're not from here.
Daddy?
Claire! Claire!
Daddy! Daddy!
That's him. That's him.
All units, all units, suspect in sight.
Repeat: We have the suspect in sight.
Grand Central, main concourse.
Repeat: main concourse.
Daddy!
I love you, CC!
Daddy!
Wait! No! Daddy!
Wow. That's pretty intense.
It is, Norah.
Even I'm on the edge of my seat.
You know, we decided early on with this one to just go for it.
Not pull any punches, put my character through a living hell from scene one.
There's kind of a... a Hitchcock quality to it, right?
Innocent man wrongly pursued.
That's right, and it's... it's a great ride.
And, you know, the sacrifices that he makes to get his family whole again are ones that I think an audiences can really relate to.
Now, Norah, can we please talk about my love life already?
Oh, yeah! (laughs)
(chuckling)
You brought it up, let's talk about it.
Well, you were going to. Let's talk about it, um, because it certainly gets a lot of attention, a lot of press. Yeah.
Can I show you how the tabloids work?
Yeah, sure.
I really like your show, and I think you are fantastic on it.
Thank you.
We just spent a weekend in Cabo together and you're pregnant with my child.
(laughing): Oh, come on.
Mmm, that's how it works.
99% of the time, that's exactly how they blow it out of proportion.
Then let's talk about the one percent that is true.
Well, I think that's about all the time we have today, ladies and gentlemen. (laughs)
I'll see you at the movies.
Accused opens in theaters on Friday.
And what's next for you?
Next up is called
Crime of the Century.
It actually-- no spoilers here--
but I am trailing an NYPD detective for the next few days.
Oh. Just getting the download.
All right. Russell Berke, always a pleasure.
It is, Norah. Thank you.
ARBOGAST: And if you, uh, flip to the next page, you see a graphic that breaks down the pattern of early retirement based on borough, precinct, length of service, rank.
Dino, just a minute.
I'd like to stay with this exit poll.
You have to take it with a grain of lt.
Frank, I'd caution you not to misinterpret those metrics.
I can read, Dino. You're saying the numbers lie?
No, but if you take into account that when a retiring cop says he didn't feel a personal connection with the PC, it's kind of like an assembly line worker saying he didn't feel a personal connection with the company's president.
It's not expected or assumed; it's, uh...
A non issue.
I am not a president.
I am a New York City cop who was asked to be the PC, but I'm one of them. I have to be to lead them.
Actually, you don't.
There's no provision in the job profile that requires a PC to have experience on the job.
But I do, and I won't lose that.
What are you gonna do, throw a barbecue for 35,000?
(both chuckle)
Frank, with the City Council trying to appoint an inspector general over us...
Yeah, I know, it's hardly the time for me to go all soft and fuzzy.
You have their respect, Frank.
That's what matters.
Okay, fine, let's move on.
BAEZ: You know what I loved you in that no one else did?
(chuckling): Uh... Um...
I'm sorry. That's all right.
What I meant-- it wasn't as huge at the box office.
Edge of Night.
Yes!
It was pretty far out there, but you were so real.
Thank you. Yeah.
Seriously, Detective, that means a lot.
Hate to interrupt the love fest, you two, but, uh, we're almost there.
We're gonna be looking for one Yoo-Hoo Clinton: male black;
18; five, six; 150.
He's wanted for questioning in a series of armed robberies of liquor stores.
You call him Yoo-Hoo 'cause he likes the drink?
No. Most nicknames usually come off of opposites.
Like, a fat guy would be "Tin""
or a short guy would be "Shaquille""
Right, so then he doesn't like Yoo-Hoo.
I don't know if he likes Yoo-Hoo or not.
(laughing): Just kidding.
His name's Yousef. I'm sure it comes from that.
So how's this gonna go down?
Well, you're gonna look for my partner and I from the backseat to move in on opposite sides of the suspect, closing in.
Sort of like a pair of pliers.
And... there he is.
Nice 'fro, man.
(laughter)
(singsongy): Yoo-Hoo!
See if you can guess which one he is.
And don't leave the car, okay?
Hey.
(laughter)
(tires screech, horn honks)
MAN: Hey, I'm driving here!
Cops! Cops!
DANNY: Hey! Hold it!
Police!
(grunts)
(coughing)
Drop the g*n! Hey! Drop it!
Grab that, partner.
What the hell is wrong with you?
Huh? I told you to stay in the car.
(groaning) Yousef Clinton, you're under arrest for criminal possession of a w*apon.
That's just for starters, jackass.
Yo, Russell Berke?
Yo, you Russell Berke!
I got slammed by Russell Berke!
You drive, I'll ride in the back.
Can I ask you something?
Just as funny and nice in person.
Who? Ow!
Will Smith.
How you know I was gonna ask that?
Hey, maybe if you're nice, he'll get you his autograph.
Maybe Denzel, too?
Maybe not.
♪ Blue Bloods 4x02 ♪
The City That Never Sleeps
Original Air Date on October 4, 2013
♪
DANNY: Hey, lock him up.
Hi! Hi! Oh, God.
Do you mind meeting some people?
Of course. Thanks.
DANNY: Hey, what a pleasant surprise.
Hi! Hi!
ERIN: Hi. Hey, everyone.
Oh, yeah, I was in the neighborhood.
I-I was just dropping off a warrant.
Right.
I'm with her. Yeah.
Uh, Russell Berke, my wife Linda.
(laughs) Hi! Nice to meet you.
My sister Erin.
Big fan. Beautiful.
And my niece Nicky, Russell Berke. You're beautiful.
I need a hug from you.
Thank you for all the great movies.
Well, thanks for going to them.
You know that thing I believe you mean the hall pass.
Yes! You're mine.
Oh, uh... (laughs)
I'm flattered.
Well, who-who's yours?
His is Michelle Charlesworth.
She's the weekend morning anchor on channel seven.
I'll, uh, see what I can do for you, 'cause, you know...
(laughs)
Oh, my God. Just playing.
DANNY: Okay.
Is Zooey nice in real life?
Well, would I be dating her if she wasn't?
Good point. Yeah.
Big fan.
I'm a big fan of what you guys do.
Huge fan. Thank you.
Okay, well, look, Russell's here to do some research, so, uh, we're gonna get to work.
(barks)
Hey, Remy, how's our boy?
Look at that! Yeah, look at you!
Hey, hey, buddy.
Oh, there she is. Hi! What?
Huh?
What? I don't have any treats.
(barks)
Wow, even the police dog is a fan.
Hi. He likes you.
Yeah. That a girl.
I'll show you the box.
Excuse us.
So nice to meet you.
Thanks. That a girl.
Bye. Bye. See you soon.
Oh, my God, I was such a dork!
(Nicky laughs)
Why did I do that?
Take a seat.
They're very sweet.
Yeah, they are.
The box, huh?
It's what they call it.
So what are you carrying, Russell?
What do you mean?
That's a drug-sniffing dog out there from the K-9 Unit.
He did what he was trained to do.
So what are you carrying?
Oh, this?
In a police precinct?
I have a California Medical Marijuana card.
Save it.
Look, this isn't gonna work out.
Ah, come on, Danny.
Look, you interfered with my partner in the field, you inserted yourself into a police action with an armed suspect, which could have gotten you k*lled on my watch.
Now you're carrying high-grade weed around the police precinct.
This...
It won't happen again.
You know, I really liked you in that one picture where you played catch in Fenway Park, you know, with your dad at the end of the movie?
Thanks. It was good, yeah.
I actually shed a tear myself.
Went home, got my two boys, went back, saw it again same day.
Really? Yeah.
Maybe I could meet 'em while I'm here.
Here's my card.
That's my cell number.
You call me by 6:00 p.m. today, I'll have a few new guys lined up for you, okay?
What guys?
A couple of retired detectives, real, uh, superstars.
You know, the kind of guys with a million stories.
Me, I just grind.
I don't have the moves for the silver screen.
I want the real thing.
No offense, but...
I don't get it.
You got my cell phone number.
You need anything, you give me a call.
It really was an honor to meet you.
I look forward to seeing your picture.
Thanks.
HENRY: Well, you had a lot longer honeymoon with the rank and file than I got.
I had to handle the Beaufort Committee hearings and the ticket-fixing scandal in the 2-2
before my first year was up.
So how did you stay in the flow with the men?
(grunts)
Little things.
You know, going to retirement parties, giving them an "attabo"" every now and then.
I always feel like a wet blanket at retirement parties, like the fun starts after I walk out the door.
And you'd be right.
Being the top cop comes with a lot of sacrifices nobody sees.
You're looking for love in the wrong place, Francis.
I'm not looking for love, Pop.
What, then?
(sighs)
Some... sense of presence in their lives.
(grunts)
And sitting at home isn't going to accomplish anything.
JAMIE: No, I'm not saying working midnights is fun, but I don't think you can call yourself a New York City cop until you've survived a few.
All right, good evening, ladies and gentlemen.
Welcome to the late, late show.
(laughter)
On tonight's menu, we got a full moon and a RealFeel temperature of about 80, and a growing pattern of push-in robberies on 35 to 39 Streets between 8th and 9th Avenue.
Ten-hut!
Sergeant, please open the ranks for inspection.
Front row, one step forward.
Move.
Hot out there tonight.
Yes, sir.
Wearing your bulletproof vest would just make it that much more uncomfortable. Yes, sir.
Not worth the risk.
No, sir. Put it on.
Yes, sir.
Nice phone. Stow it out of sight.
Yes, sir.
Were you eyeballing me, Officer Janko?
Sir, no, sir.
This isn't the academy.
One "sir" will suffice.
Where's your flashlight?
In my locker, sir.
Not going to do you much good from there.
On your toes, Sergeant.
Yes, sir.
(sighs)
Do good work, come back in one piece, and thank you for your service.
At ease.
DISPATCH: 12 David on the air?
12 David, go.
12 David, be advised, you have a 10-39, a male exposing himself at 585 West 49, apartment 508.
Uh, 12 David responding.
Police It's about time.
Yes, ma'am.
Come on in.
JANKO: You called about a flasher?
The flasher, ma'am?
Out the window.
He was on the fire escape?
No, out this window.
Was he down the street?
No, across the street, four up, four across.
Oh, there's your flasher.
Look at him, just waving that thing around.
Um, there's no law against him keeping his blinds up.
Or you lowering yours.
Um, it's a quality-of-life crime.
Not really.
Okay, let's say you're a young girl who can't sleep, either, and she looks up to the moon to dream, and she's suddenly traumatized by this pervert.
How many times have you called this in?
A lot, and y'all haven't done anything about it.
Because we can't, so please don't waste NYPD resources anymore.
There you go.
Problem solved.
JAMIE: Great.
It's 100 degrees out there.
Yeah. I need my ventilation.
You have a good night, ma'am.
(typing)
(phone ringing)
Regan.
Hey, it's me, Russell.
I need you to come meet me.
What? Why?
I got stabbed.
What are you talking about, Russell?
I need you to come get me.
Well, go to the hospital.
I can't do that.
Look, I'm asking you.
Okay.
Where are you?
19th, 20th Street.
The High Line by the river.
All right, listen to me.
Russ...
Russell!
(laughter)
Hey, have you heard from the lieutenant?
Not since we turned out.
I wish there was something we could do for him.
We could go rob a bank.
(laughter)
Oh, no.
Good evening.
ALL: Sir.
As you were.
(sighs)
Quiet night?
We were just reconnoitering, sir.
Is the communication section down? No, sir.
Are your radios working? Yes, sir.
And you had to have this little recon face-to-face?
No, Chief, we were just...
Can I see your memo book, Officer Lee?
Yes, sir.
Your platoon commander seems to give you a scratch minutes after you turn out or minutes before end of tour.
Nothing in between.
Not always, sir.
Uh-huh.
We're in radio contact, sir.
Well, for instance, you could radio in that you're patrolling the Demarest Houses, when, in fact, you're right here, jawboning with your buddies by the river.
Yes, sir.
I mean, no, sir.
We would never do that.
Who's your platoon commander?
Lieutenant Eastman, sir.
This... chance meeting is to remain between the six of us with no report back to your precinct, understood?
ALL: Yes, sir.
Well, it seems the rats and pigeons are safe and secure for the night.
Move on.
ALL: Yes, sir.
Russell, I'm here.
I'm on the corner. Where are you?
Look under the High Line, behind some stairs.
I'm coming.
Where'd they get you?
Geez.
Can you breathe all right?
Yeah. Then hold on.
(groans)
Damn it.
What the hell happened?
(groaning)
Where's your car?
Over here. I'll take you to the hospital.
I-I got a doctor waiting on East 62nd Street.
What's with the disguise?
Look, sometimes I like to go into the world anonymously.
All right?
Go people-watching, like everyone else does.
Yeah, and how does that get you stabbed?
I was mugged, all right, and I don't want it out there, okay?
All right.
I knew Herb Eastman from working on the pile after 9/11.
Funny guy, a little flashy.
Must be near retirement age.
Maybe closer than he thinks.
Ten-hut!
As you were.
Officers.
As you were, Sergeant.
Commissioner Reagan.
So, how's it going tonight?
Pretty quiet, sir.
I'll take that all night long.
Yes, sir.
I'd like to speak to Lieutenant Eastman.
He's out on a job, sir.
Oh. Is he still at the scene?
I believe so.
What's the address?
1404 Avenue C, sir.
Thank you, Sergeant.
Carry on.
DANNY: I got Russell Berke out here.
Come on.
I'm Detective Reagan.
Please, come in.
(groaning)
Is this a police matter?
Not officially. Look, somebody cut him.
I need you to patch him up and then tell me what you can about the w*apon that was used to do it.
Of course.
It's an honor, Mr. Berke.
Sorry for the circumstances.
Please.
Appreciate you doing this. Yeah.
Where to, boss?
Crime scene,
1404 Avenue C.
Sir, that can't be right.
Why not?
That address, that's a cop bar called Finest.
My cousin Sal's a part owner.
(sighs)
Let's head over.
You'll let me know if you find anything, huh, Doc?
First thing, Detective.
All right. I'll leave my card on your desk.
(beeps)
Let me go in there.
We go in together.
If he's there drinking at the bar, I'll ask him outside. What if he's not?
Odds are, he's already been given a heads-up, and you're gonna walk in looking a day late and a dollar short in front of a barroom full of cops.
And that'd be okay.
How is that?
What else is this for, Dino?
So what if I get a little egg on my face?
More's the better.
If the rank and file isn't feeling a connection, maybe it's because the streets I walk down are always swept and secured.
I'm the guy in the tower.
I'm the guy in front of the mic with all the right answers, all vetted and prepped.
(phone ringing)
Nuciforo.
Where?
Got it. Thank you.
Boss, we got a homicide in the West Village.
Tourist had his throat slashed.
They're still establishing the crime scene.
We should head down there. We can come back here after.
I know. Light it up, Jim.
Got it, boss.
(siren wailing)
Hey.
Sorry you waited.
I had Doc call me a car.
Uh-huh.
Wound's not so bad. I'm good to go.
Right.
You had Doc call you a car on account of you got your phone snatched in the, uh, mugging, right?
Uh... yeah, I don't know.
Uh... (clears throat)
I guess.
Only, uh... you didn't.
You looked through my phone?
Yeah, I did.
Though I had to have one of the techs walk me through what the Tryster app is, Russell.
Now you know.
(clears throat)
Talk about unsafe sex.
(laughs)
Danny, it's research.
Oh, research.
So you actually think I'm gonna buy that the detective you're playing is secretly gay and trolls around the city at night looking for, uh, anonymous sex? Is that it?
I don't expect you to believe anything.
Can we just...?
No, actually, we can't.
'Cause about
40 minutes ago, a white male from Gary, Indiana was found stabbed and with his throat slashed in a park on Christopher Street.
I don't know anything about that.
He had his pants around his ankles, and the Tryster app was open on his phone.
Sound familiar?
Look... there is a predator loose on the streets of this city.
You're gonna help me find him.
I can't. Sure you can.
I really can't.
No, actually, you can.
Look, I have a right to keep my private life private.
Come on, Russell, I don't give a damn if you like men or women or cream-filled donuts, okay?
It's 2013.
Men marry each other all the time.
They put it in the papers, for goodness' sake.
Well, in my world, it's 1913, and they don't hire fairies to star in the moving pictures, especially the kind I make.
You can't drag me into this.
Actually, I can.
Because when you called me, you dragged me into a crime.
Which means I'm bound to report it and derelict if I don't.
So now we both have a secret, Russell.
I'm begging you, man.
I have no interest in letting your cat out of the bag.
I need you to help me.
You help me, I'll help you.
You got my word on that.
All right.
Cheekbones higher, more pronounced.
HIRO: Like that?
Yep. Looks good.
Anything else?
Okay...
He, um... he might have, like, a cut or a bandage over his right eye.
Like he got hit with something.
There you go.
That looks like our guy.
E-mail it over to me, okay?
Thanks for staying up late.
Get some, uh, sleep.
No worries, Danny.
(sighs)
There's your guy.
I'm gonna need your watch for the lab.
You might have got some hairs or skin on it when you hit him.
Uh, it's inscribed.
So what?
"To Russell, from your Paramount Pictures family."
Where my deal is. Oh.
Yeah. That's a problem.
I got an idea. Let me see.
Wait, d...
What? Nothing. It's nothing.
There you go.
Problem solved.
(cell phone chimes)
Oh.
We got a match.
The, uh, Tryster handle that they pulled off the vic's phone.
STR8ARROW, spelled with an "8,"
same as the guy who stabbed you.
You're doing good, Hollywood.
Very good.
Leave the watch.
Let's get you back to your hotel.
NICKY: Come on, Uncle Danny, give it up.
Give what up?
You know what. The scoop.
What scoop?
He was out half the night with him.
What's he really like?
Whoa, who are we talking about here?
Russell Berke, the actor.
He's riding with Danny, doing research.
What's he been in?
Oh, come on!
Oh, seriously, Pop?
What?
What's he like?
You met him.
What you see is what you get.
Well, I would like to take one, please.
(laughter)
Mom. Inappropriate.
Very inappropriate.
I actually feel bad for the guy.
Oh, really? I'm serious.
If the guy wants any kind of privacy, he's got to move around like a wanted man.
Well, he is wanted.
I want him, Linda wants him, everyone I know... Mom!
ERIN: What?
Aunt Erin is joking.
I hope so.
What's the name of that actor that was in that movie, um, Full Metal Jacket?
The drill instructor.
R. Lee Ermey.
Yeah. Dad was kind of like him when he came in the precinct the other day.
I was not.
Okay, I'm exaggerating this much.
Little respect, please.
Sir, yes, sir.
What were you doing in Jamie's precinct?
Well, now and again, I think it's a good idea for the PC to go out in the field unannounced.
Oh, like a sneak att*ck?
Well, to see first-hand what's often communicated third- or fourth-hand.
When Teddy Roosevelt was top cop, he used to walk the streets on the graveyard shift, checking on the men on their tours.
He didn't always like what he found, but at least he saw the value in seeing it, anyway.
Did you used to do that?
Sure I did.
Any PC worth his salt has got to give the troops a little show of force now and again.
Whether they like it or not.
Whether he likes it or not.
So it's kind of like when the principal decides to sit in on class?
It kind of felt that way, Jack.
But, as a great New Yorker famously said, 80% of life is just showing up.
DANNY: I want in, Sarge.
Why?
Well, because the... the witness who generated the sketch of the suspect, he's... well, he's kind of a CI of mine.
Kind of? How so?
High-profile lady-k*ller by day, way in the closet by night.
Huh.
High-profile, how?
That's confidential, Sarge.
Get out of here.
What?
Russell Berke?
No.
What... no, not Russell Berke!
What's the matter with you? Nothing!
He comes in here, you say you're a big fan of his, and now look at you.
I am, but you don't got to be so mysterious.
Not being mysterious, Sarge.
Look, if my guy is willing, I'd like to work one of the stakeouts with him.
Uh, I don't think it's a great idea.
He's the one person we know of who's living who could finger the perp.
"Finger the perp"?
(laughing)
You're better than that.
Who d*ed and made you Ellen DeGeneres?
Some hick from Gary, Indiana who thought we ran a safe and tolerant city.
For everybody.
Right.
Yeah. Look, Sarge, if I can convince this guy to come with, I think he'd be gold as part of the decoy unit.
I don't know. I... Come on, make a few calls.
Come on.
Unbelievable.
Who goes?
What are you doing in here on a Sunday night?
I could ask you the same thing.
I asked you first.
I outrank you.
We're going to release a statement on the Village m*rder first thing in the morning, and I wanted to line up some positive metrics on the safety of the gay community in our city.
Which brings us to... and you?
I'm looking for an honest man.
Another midnight ride?
Yes.
This is still about Lieutenant Eastman?
It's about the fact that I have to root out the bad apples with the same pride and sense of purpose that I hang medals on the good ones.
There's a fine line between purpose and obsession.
I'll watch for it.
Good night, Garrett.
Good night, boss.
Come on, Russell, you know exactly what I'm talking about.
Your reputation.
Like when Letterman says, "What does Russell Berke call the Victoria's Secret catalogue?"
Match.com.
Exactly. So?
So... what is that?
That's just a big smokescreen? What?
Do you like pizza?
Yeah, I like pizza.
You like steak? Yes, I like steak.
Anybody tell you you can't like both?
Come on.
That's pretty glib, don't you think?
(laughing): What are you, my shrink?
No. Thank goodness.
Listen, Danny.
(clears throat)
Everybody's got three lives: public, private and secret.
Now, you're a New York City detective.
You must see that every day here.
Sure, I see a lot of secrets, yeah. Yeah.
Even you. You got three. No.
. Yes, you do.
That's where it's different. No.
What you see with me is what you get.
Well, then, your life must be easy.
You'd last about an hour.
You'll try to spot him by sight and with the Tryster app in case he's on that, all right?
But you're to stay in my sights at all times.
You understand?
Yeah, but you're gonna have to give me a little bit of distance if you want my help spotting him.
I mean, if he's even here. Why?
I'm the one with the expertise in this particular area.
And I would make you for a cop from a half a mile away.
Point taken.
But you're to stay in sight and on your cell phone.
All right.
Be careful.
As you were, Sergeant.
Thank you, sir.
Lieutenant Eastman.
He banged in sick, sir.
(sighs)
Did you call his residence to verify he was present?
Sir?
It is standard department procedure to see if he is, in fact, home sick.
Yes, sir, but he's our lieutenant.
One with a somewhat mysterious geography lately.
I'll call down to the medical division...
No need.
I'll check on him myself.
DISPATCH: 12 David on the air.
12 David go.
12 David, be advised you have a 10-39, male exposing himself at 585 West 49, apartment five boy.
Three nights in a row?
Can't we just write her a summons?
12 David on the air?
I want to try something.
Uh, 12 David responding.
Russell, this is the second time I called you.
Answer the damn phone.
(phone rings)
What do you got, Sarge?
They picked up a suspect in Central Park.
You're kidding me. You got him?
They're booking him now.
Yeah, we'll pack up shop and head back to the office now.
Good. All right, great.
Russell.
I'm here.
We got the guy-- a decoy unit grabbed him in Central Park. We're done here.
No, we're not.
What are you talking about?
He's here.
I'm staring right at him.
Russell, we got the guy, I'm telling you.
No, it's the wrong guy.
He practically walked right past me.
I followed him.
Where are you?
I-I don't know. I...
I got a pool right in front of me, and... some old army guy statue behind me.
Stay where you are.
I can't find you, Russell.
Look for another landmark.
Take a look around.
He's picked up a guy.
Hey, hey. Do not move.
And what-- lose him?
I'm heading straight for that building that looks like a triangle.
Yeah, I see it, I see it.
(knocking)
Ms. Davis, police.
It's about time.
It's about time you stopped wasting our time.
Mmm. Well, maybe if you were a little more responsive to complaining citizens...
Put a sock in it.
Hey, you're not allowed to talk to me like that.
I just did. Officer Janko?
Ms. Davis, this is Gus Galanis, your flasher.
I see you got drapes.
I see you got clothes.
Mr. Galanis has generously agreed to try to work things out between the two of you.
One more call, and you'll owe the city a reimbursement for the response.
Do you understand?
I understand.
Good.
Central, 12 David, situation corrected, 10-91.
I got red wine.
I got white wine.
Whatever's cold.
I'm on a walkway, I don't know, probably 30 yards past that pool.
I see it.
Russell, I told you to stay put.
God, they must have...
(both grunting)
Russell!
Came back for more?
You like it rough?
We'll get rough.
(both grunting)
No!
(groans)
Step aside. Step aside, Russell.
Ow!
Shut up!
It's Detective Reagan.
I got one under in Madison Square Park.
I need a 10-85
and a bus forthwith re: perp sh*t at this location.
Hey.
You sure this is the guy?
Yeah. All right.
You hurt?
Good. Get the hell out of here.
Seriously?
The victim fled on foot.
That's what happened, okay? Now, go.
You don't need me? You don't need me to...?
This place is gonna be crawling in a few minutes, all right?
Do yourself a favor and get the hell out of here.
You know what?
You're not just some grind.
You're a real character.
Say good-bye, Hollywood.
Thanks, Detective.
(sirens blaring in distance)
Lieutenant.
Commissioner.
Please, come in.
Been a while, Herb.
Yeah, it has, Frank.
I can't say I was exactly expecting you.
Somehow I'm not surprised.
So, what's got you home sick?
ALS.
Lou Gehrig's disease.
I'm so sorry.
The hell of it is, she isn't even a Yankee fan.
Can she hear us?
No, no.
Not... not from here.
Beth, right?
Yeah. Yeah.
Frank Reagan, Beth.
Just came by to pay my respects to you and Herb.
How long?
Just a matter of days.
So you scratch their memo books early and late so you can get back here with Beth.
Yes.
I had my radio with me.
And you weren't drinking at a cop bar.
You were working it from behind the stick.
Because of the cost of this.
Your men stuck their necks out for you.
Looking out for you.
That says a hell of a lot.
Good night, Herb.
Good night, Frank.
Thank you.
♪ Where the eyes, the eyes with the will to see ♪
♪ Where the hearts...
Ten-hut!
No, no, no.
No, I'm off duty, too.
How are you?
♪ Where's the spirit
♪ That'll reign, reign over me? ♪
♪ Where's the promise from sea to shining sea... ♪
Commissioner.
♪ Where's the promise from sea to shining sea... ♪
Irish, neat, water back.
♪ Wherever this flag is flown
♪ Wherever this flag is flown... ♪
Buy you a drink?
♪ Wherever this flag is flown... ♪
Irish, neat, water back.
♪ We take care of our own
♪ Wherever this flag's flown
♪ We take care of our own...
Officer Lee.
Sir.
♪ Wherever this flag's flown
♪ We take care of our own Hey. Huh?
Oh, hey. Bob, for the house on me.