Ella was a sweet 18-year-old young woman.
She was a straight-A student.
She was working as a cashier in that deli.
You know why?
To help her parents with some extra money.
She was viciously att*cked as she closed the shop.
You just heard her as she begged for her life, begged for help, begged for mercy as he stabbed her not once... not twice... but eight times in the chest till she bled out.
Were her cries in vain?
That's up to you.
And you.
And you.
(phone rings)
JAMIE: You have the right to consult with a lawyer and have that lawyer present during questioning.
If you can't afford a lawyer... Hey.
...one will be appointed for you. Yeah, uh, we, we are, but I...
Get in.
I might be delayed at work.
(chuckles)
I'll call you.
You got a date?
It's a hot guy from my yoga class.
Ugh, a granola cruncher?
No, a commodities trader.
Where are you going on this first date?
Well, nowhere now that somebody decided to make a felony arrest ten minutes before end of tour.
Tell you what-- I'll take the collar, do the paperwork.
You can have the night off.
Really?
Really.
Thanks.
This guy know you're a cop?
Come on, sport, it's a real romance k*ller.
But chicks like dating cops, right?
No, no, no, no, chicks like dating firefighters.
What?
You ever see a beefcake calendar with the NYPD?
You don't.
Maybe I'll start one.
You know where that old lady lived, you know, the one that wouldn't give back the balls that went in her yard?
And smoked the Tareytons.
Yeah, that's her.
Her house just went up for $1.6 mil.
Brooklyn has become the new Manhattan.
Then, what's that make Manhattan?
I don't know, the new Hong Kong?
(chuckles)
Yeah, you got the last one.
I won't argue with you.
You make a lot more than this civil servant.
Hey, when you quit that job, you can write your own ticket.
At what, corporate security?
Sounds like one of those euphemisms your clients use.
Hey, hey, hey, watch that.
Riding a desk is nowhere on my bucket list.
What is on your bucket list, Frank?
Kicking your ass at poker on a weekly basis.
Well, that is never, never going to happen.
We'll see.
MAN: So, um, you know, I'm skating along and I hip-check this guy, and he goes flying over the wall.
(laughing): I know, and we, we won the game.
That's great.
Yeah, it was awesome.
You didn't learn those moves on Wall Street.
Never know.
(both laugh)
Uh, we play down at Pier 62.
You should come watch me sometime.
Yeah, okay.
The place has thinned out.
You want to grab a table, get so-- some dinner?
Um...
I would, but I, I got to be in work early and I got a lot of stuff to do before I hit the sack.
Okay, that's fine.
Oh, h-hang on, I can take... No, no, no, no...
Are you sure? This is on me.
There you go.
Thanks, Jake.
Yeah.
I'll walk you home.
Okay.
MAN: Guilty, guilty... guilty, guilty... guilty, and guilty.
So that's...
Wait a second.
That's only 11 guilties.
Who didn't vote?
(clears throat)
That'd be me.
You know, this is supposed to be anonymous.
Anonymity is overrated.
(laughing): Okay.
Uh, so I take it we're all in agreement here?
(jurors affirming)
All except one.
(jurors groaning)
All but one.
(sighs)
(engine starts)
Friday night at Primo's, 8:00.
I'll give you a sh*t at that bucket list.
And I'll kick your ass.
Yeah, right.
Never gonna happen.
Look, see, everything's fine.
Thank you for the drink.
W-Why don't I come in, you make me a cup of coffee?
I can't.
(chuckles)
Okay.
Well, thank you for the lovely evening.
Hey, Jake.
Jake, you need to go home... What's the matter? What are you doing?
(grunts)
Stop, come on. No, no.
Get in there. No.
(grunts)
(screams)
♪ Blue Bloods 4x08 ♪
Justice Served
Original Air Date on November 15, 2013
♪
He had two b*llet wounds, was hit in the shoulder and chest, but he is out of surgery and stabilized.
Prognosis?
When he wakes up, he will be moved from ICU to a general floor.
Good.
Read it and weep.
Does it say I sh*t him?
Of course not.
He's going to be okay, by the way.
Good, but people are going to want to know why you're dining with the most notorious mob lawyer in New York.
Because I was hungry. Who paid?
Cut it out-- we grew up together.
Well, then, why can't you just send him a card at Christmas?
And he's a lawyer, not a mobster.
I don't know many lawyers who get targeted for a hit in Midtown.
He works for the acting head of the Rulanti crime family.
That's how he makes his living.
Frank, he's defending Phil Romano.
Baker, please notify me as soon as Mr. Gallo regains consciousness.
Yes, sir.
I'm advising you not to get further involved with this.
This how you treat your friends?
(line ringing)
Hey, Janko, boss said you banged in sick today.
I didn't hear from you, you haven't returned my calls.
Just want to make sure you're okay.
I'm gonna keep checking on you till you answer.
The necklace was never recovered, the m*rder w*apon was never recovered.
So what? He ditched 'em.
This case is circumstantial at best.
What are you talking about, circumstantial?
Just what I said.
We heard from the eyewitness Shania Costa.
She saw the whole thing.
And she was convincing.
Was she convincing?
Okay.
What color is the necktie I'm wearing right now?
What?
What color is the tie that I have on right now?
Red.
Excuse me?
Point taken.
His prints were all over the scene.
He admitted to being there earlier in the day.
The D.A. thinks he did it.
The D.A. didn't do a good job of proving it.
The detective from the case thinks he did it.
The grand jury thinks he did it.
And I don't think he did it.
ARBOGAST: We've got an uptick of robberies in the 5-1, year to date.
We've got Anticrime addressing it.
Has OCCB picked up any chatter on the wires about the Gallo hit?
No, but they monitored Gallo telling Romano that he's no longer representing him.
Really?
They had to minimize, so we don't know any more than that.
Thank you, Dino.
The D.A.'s office is in the pretrial phase against Phil Romano, right?
Charges include racketeering, m*rder, and bid rigging.
Case solid?
Well, it was until the key witness against Romano disappeared.
According to the D.A.'s office, if that witness doesn't surface, they're going to be forced to make a plea deal with Romano.
Gallo tells Romano he's not going to represent him anymore.
Romano would know that that ends attorney-client privilege.
Then he finds out Gallo is meeting with the police commissioner.
What do you think?
Sounds like a motive.
Sometimes a fresh set of eyes can make a big difference in a case.
I mean, look at the crime scene photos.
Look at all the blood at the crime scene.
Yet when DeShawn Williams was arrested, he didn't have a trace of blood on him, not on his clothes, not on his shoes, nothing.
It's because he got rid of them.
He was arrested one hour after the m*rder.
How could he get rid of all that blood that quickly?
If you ask me, this looks a lot more like a crime of passion.
DeShawn Williams had no connection to the victim prior, which would eliminate him as a suspect in a crime of passion.
That's true.
I mean, she was stabbed eight times.
I personally am not gonna convict an 18-year-old kid solely on the testimony of one eyewitness without one single piece of physical evidence to support it.
That's where I stand.
I agree.
What?
I'm changing my vote.
Not guilty.
Anyone else?
Okay.
What is wrong with you people?
And you. You're a cop.
Your father's the police commissioner, for God sakes.
I think you should stop right there.
Your sister works for the DA's office.
Your entire family is involved in law enforcement.
You looked up my family?
And you-- you went on a rally just last year for tougher sentences for criminals just like DeShawn Williams.
All right, I think it's time to shut your mouth.
In order to cut down... I think you should shut your mouth!
And now you want us to let this kid go?!
I said, shut your mouth! WOMAN: Stop it!
Well, so much for impartiality.
I'm getting the judge.
(door creaks open)
(door closes)
Mr. Reagan, you accuse Mr. Polaski of bias?
No, I did not, Your Honor.
Clearly, he had a chip on his shoulder and had it in for the defendant from day one.
Which is exactly what bias is.
And Mr. Polaski, I believe, brought up personal information about your family's involvement in law enforcement?
Yes, but...
Your Honor, the integrity of the jury has been compromised.
And given that, we don't believe my client can have a fair trial.
No, no, no, no, no! Mr. Reagan!
Your Honor, we can work this out.
Mr. Reagan, one more outburst, and you'll be in contempt.
Please don't do this.
Sit down... now!
I'm going to declare a mistrial.
The jurors will all be released.
A new date will be set.
(sighs)
Hey, Eddie, can you please open up?
JANKO: I took a sick day.
Why can't you just leave me alone?
I'm not feeling well.
Open the door, and I'll leave, okay?
(metallic clinking)
(clicking)
Oh, my God, Eddie, what... what happened?
I got in a car accident on my way home.
Did someone hit you?
I got in a car accident.
I don't think that's what happened.
Well, I don't really care what you believe, Reagan.
It's-it's none of your business, so leave me alone.
(phone rings) MAN: Yeah, that's the guy right there.
Sarge, can I talk to you for a second?
I just got off the phone with Detective Alvarez.
The detective in the DeShawn Williams case?
Yeah, that's right. He wants to know what your beef with him is.
I don't have any beef with him. I never even met the guy.
But we had a weak case, at best.
Oh, you call an eyewitness who identifies a kid with a rap sheet and motive weak?
Plus, his prints at the scene?
Come on, the kid admitted that he was in the store earlier in the day.
Yeah, shoplifting. Nice kid.
There you go. Knock yourself out.
What is this? The DeShawn Williams case.
Really? Yeah.
You think the detectives got it all wrong, you solve it.
DeShawn Williams didn't do it.
Great, Reagan. Then prove it, 'cause he's scheduled for a new trial in two weeks, and I'm damn sure there won't be a detective Reagan on the jury, because, thankfully, there's only one of those.
As you were.
Frank.
Mozzarella and prosciutto on foccacia with roasted peppers.
Tiramisu, cappuccino.
From Di Palo's.
They said it was your usual.
Yeah. Well, did they say it was, uh, unusual for NYPD's picking up my lunch for me?
Talk to me, Ange.
Talk to you.
Uh, there's a nurse on the night shift.
You got to see her, Frank.
(laughs)
About the hit.
About the hit. I don't know.
Probably some random g*ng initiation, you know, or something along those lines.
You have a tell, Ange.
You play with your ring.
What do you know about the witness against Romano that disappeared?
You talk to me like you don't know how this works, Frank.
Then, why'd you bail as his lawyer?
How do you know that?
It's none of your business.
It is now.
Frank, please, don't push it.
You need to tell me what's going on, Angelo, or next time, you're not gonna be so lucky.
I'm not a rat.
You're not a fool, either.
Only a fool protects a guy who tried to k*ll him.
(sighs)
(horn toots)
WOMAN: I'll be right upstairs.
I'll meet you, okay?
(phone rings and buzzes)
Central, show us 98.
CENTRAL: Ten-four, 12-David.
Been working an hour and a half now, and you haven't said two words.
(phone rings and buzzes)
(beep)
I don't feel like talking.
You want to tell me about that date the other night?
Who was he, Eddie?
Some guy.
You need to lay off the questions.
Maybe if I was getting some answers.
You are my partner at work.
That doesn't make my personal fair game.
Okay, you want to get something to eat... partner?
Sure.
I'll stay with the car.
Turkey on a roll.
(birds singing)
So, how has everyone's week been?
Good. (clears throat)
Yeah.
Would someone mind telling us what's going on?
Why is everyone so quiet?
Well, I got jury duty.
Yeah, I heard there was a mistrial.
I can't talk about it.
How about you, Dad?
I saw on TV that Angelo Gallo was sh*t.
I can't talk about it.
(chuckles)
Jamie, got anything you can't talk about?
As a matter of fact... a friend of mine got herself into some trouble, and I want to help her out, but she won't tell me exactly what's going on, and I'm not sure how hard to push.
I can relate.
Any advice?
I don't know.
In my case, I'm thinking, if I can get past the fear of losing a friendship, I'll know what to do.
Anyone else got something they don't want to talk about?
Hey, I got something I can talk about.
I got a tattoo.
Excuse me?
(laughs)
I'm kidding!
(laughs)
I think we should go back to when we weren't talking about anything.
Don't even think about it.
(laughter)
You have no alibi.
I have an alibi!
I was at home.
At home... alone with no one to verify.
You don't even got a phone record.
Why do I have to prove to you where I was?
Is it because I'm black?
It's not about that, and you know it.
No?
Well, all I know is that I'm on trial for m*rder, and I didn't do it.
And I can't get a single person to believe me.
I believed you!
Well, then, you screwed me, because now I got a new jury that'll be glaring at me every time the DA's office shows them an autopsy photo, or plays that damn tape.
If you want my help, you have to help me.
You got to give me something that I can work with.
I wish I could!
Do you have any idea what it is like to have your mother sitting behind you in court, listening to all this stuff?
Listening to everything that they say I did?
No.
No, I don't.
But what about this witness, Shania Costa?
Hmm? Do you know her?
I seen her around the neighborhood.
I didn't ask you if you saw her around the neighborhood.
I said, do you know her? No.
You don't know her at all?
No!
You think you're the only person alone in this?!
'Cause you're not!
Do you know what it feels like to have every cop in this city look at you like you're a crazy person for trying to help you?
And you won't even help yourself.
Here's another question.
Why the hell would that girl pick you?
Of all people, why you?
Maybe you should ask her.
(indistinct chatter)
(sighs)
Detective Black.
Hi, this is Officer Reagan out of the 12.
I'm looking for some information on an arrest that you made back in August.
The perp is Jake Singer. It was a r*pe collar.
Shania, we'd like you to take a look at these photos, see if any of these men resemble the guy that you saw k*ll Ella Martin, okay?
Has DeShawn been cleared?
No.
We're just, uh, taking another look at the case.
I'm sorry. No.
I don't recognize any of them.
How sure are you that it was DeShawn Williams?
You don't see someone getting stabbed every day.
I'll never forget it.
Why don't you tell us what happened.
I was inside the Laundromat across the street.
Where exactly?
Just inside the front window.
And she was screaming "please, please," begging for her life, and he wouldn't stop.
Shania... are you telling us that you actually saw DeShawn Williams s*ab Ella Martin?
Yes, I did.
(quietly): Okay.
Stop asking me how I'm feeling, please.
I was gonna say you look like crap.
Yeah, well, they won't let my manicurist up here.
Can you believe that?
(sighs)
What?
I know that look.
I didn't like it when we were kids and I don't like it now.
Too bad.
Frank, everybody's entitled to legal representation.
You didn't have to take on mob guys.
Did I know Romano was doing illegal things?
Sure, I did.
But he's still entitled to a defense.
And to a kid from Bay Ridge, I liked the challenge.
And the money.
Yes, and the money, too, Frank.
This is America and, last I heard, it's okay to like the money.
But that doesn't make me one of them.
I didn't say you were.
Yeah. You didn't have to.
Those eyebrows of yours got their own language.
(sighs)
What's your legacy gonna be, Ange?
What are your kids and grandkids gonna brag on?
I'm a great lawyer, Frank.
I'm good at what I do.
You could be too good at the wrong thing.
Yeah. And where's that line?
It's one thing to know Romano's a criminal.
It's another to become complicit in his crimes.
And you're not just betraying the law.
You're betraying the values your pop drummed into you.
Yeah, well, I seen PD many times cross the line in order to snag Romano.
Is that what you're telling yourself to make it okay?
Frank, let's be honest.
There are no saints in this room.
Agreed?
Agreed.
(sighs)
All right, Frank.
Here's how it's gonna be.
I want no DAs, no detectives and no recording devices.
Okay.
I don't want to get whacked, Frank.
I am not leaving this earth until I dance with my daughter at her wedding.
The only thing I can promise is my best efforts to keep you from testifying in a public courtroom.
Well, your best efforts are better than most people's end game.
I trust you, Frankie.
Shut the door and turn up your hearing aid.
(chuckles)
So, the eyewitness Shania says she would've been standing right around here when she saw DeShawn Williams k*ll Ella Martin.
Way over there.
The view's a bit obstructed.
Yeah, and the street light's busted in front of the bodega.
That's over 200 feet away.
Exactly. Didn't his lawyer point that out?
Nope.
Excuse me. Can I help you?
Yeah, I'm Detective Reagan.
This is my partner Detective Baez.
The street lamp in front of the bodega over there, how long has it been out?
Almost a year.
Really? I called 311, but they don't come.
I called four times already.
Were you working the night of the m*rder, the young woman got stabbed at the corner?
I was in the back. I didn't see it.
But that's a very bad corner.
How so?
There's a young man sells dr*gs on that corner.
Really? This young man, he have a name?
I know he was arrested once, but then he was back again the next week.
Thanks.
(phone ringing)
(ringing stops)
The guy you went on a date with, he ever call you again?
That's none of your business.
It may not be my business, but I'm gonna make it mine.
If something happened to you, Eddie, you need to report it.
If he hit you or he assaulted you in any way, you need to report it because, if you don't, he's gonna do it to someone else.
You want me to walk into this precinct and announce that... some guy sexually assaulted me?
You don't think every guy in this place will secretly be thinking, "She shouldn't be a cop.
She can't even defend herself."
I won't be thinking that.
A lot of people won't be thinking that.
You know, it's bad enough that I constantly have to prove myself.
I know there are guys in here who don't even think I should have this job.
And you want me to admit that this guy punched me and hit me and he groped me?
It took every bit of me to get away from him.
And do you know what I did?
I ran into the bathroom, I locked the door.
I hid like a little girl.
I stayed in there all night.
I'm sorry, Eddie.
I want to forget about this.
Will you please not bring it up again?
He was accused of r*pe in the past.
How do you know?
I got his number out of your phone and I ran it through the system.
The charges were dropped.
You did what?
I'm trying to help you, Eddie.
I don't want your help.
I don't need it.
And if you bring this up again, I'm gonna report you for unauthorized use of a police computer.
There was an arrest on that corner in March of last year, possession of cocaine.
A... Jose Otero.
Wasn't in the case file.
Well, maybe no one questioned him.
But according to this, he had 25 grams on him.
So intent to sell.
That doesn't explain his beef with Ella Martin, unless, of course, he thinks it was her that called the cops on him. Was he sentenced?
He was arraigned and given bail.
Bail? Who paid his bail?
Our witness, Shania Costa.
(sighs)
Hey.
Whoa. What... what are you doing here?
I could ask you the same thing.
This is getting really annoying, Reagan.
Do you really think you can make this better with a little bit of street justice?
Maybe this isn't about making things better.
Maybe this is about evening the score.
Hey. If the job finds out about this or he makes a complaint, you're done.
After what he did to me?
Listen, it won't be about what he did.
It'll become about what you did.
This is not the way to get this guy.
I can't be seen as a victim.
If you stand up for yourself, you won't be seen as a victim.
(sobs)
I can't.
Yes, you can.
(whispers): It's humiliating.
You won't be alone.
Sit tight, Otero.
Keep an eye on him.
Reagan, what's going on?
I still can't make a connection between Ella Martin and the other two.
What about the dr*gs?
Otero was definitely selling dr*gs on that corner.
It's possible Ella Martin flipped on him, which gives him motive, but I can't find a trail and this kid is not cooperating. Mmm.
I think we're gonna need a search warrant for his apartment, Sarge.
I'll work on it.
Is Shania cooperating?
She claims she didn't know Ella and never set foot in the deli.
Yeah. Maybe they're covering for each other.
I got an idea.
Go for it.
Is that him?
Yeah.
Ready?
Yeah.
Jake Singer.
You're a cop?
Yeah, and I'm gonna arrest you.
(chuckles)
Uh, what are you talking about?
Get up, on your feet. Hands behind your back.
Get him up. Get up.
(clears throat softly)
Turn around.
(laughs softly)
Turn around. Come on.
(people gasp)
(grunts)
And now I'm gonna add resisting arrest.
(chuckles)
What's going on?
Jake Singer, you're under arrest for sexual abuse in the first degree, and as*ault in the second. Get up.
Sexual as*ault?
Yeah, this is all a misunderstanding.
Hey, he att*cked me because I wouldn't have sex with him.
Consider yourself lucky.
ARBOGAST: Just like you said, the body of Gerry White, the witness against Romano, was found in a shallow grave in Great Kills.
What about Crime Scene and the M.E.'s office?
En route. Good.
The D.A.'s office can add m*rder to Romano's list of charges.
And under federal guidelines, he can be charged with conspiracy if he ordered the hit on the witness.
Romano not only ordered the hit, he supplied the victim's address and personal information.
Here is the sh**t's name and address.
If you'll permit me, sir, how do you know this?
I'm the police commissioner-- I know everything.
OCID has been putting all of their resources into figuring out who k*lled the witness... and they came up empty.
Thank you, Dino.
Just so you don't get caught with your foot in your mouth, I'm asking the D.A.'s office to charge Angelo Gallo with hindering prosecution for his refusal to cooperate in the investigation.
Your good friend?
I don't care who he is, or how well I know him, I want him arraigned, in his hospital room if we have to.
And I want to see it on tonight's news.
Perp walk? The whole thing?
I'm not shying away from publicity here.
Let's hold a press conference first thing tomorrow, full-on victory lap.
And that's that.
Frank...
Get to work.
(sighs)
All right, Otero, you understand you got two strikes against you.
If I find out you had anything to do with that girl's death, even if you just lied to protect your girlfriend, you're gonna get locked up for a long time.
Go on, sit down.
I want you to write down that you have no idea who k*lled Ella Martin. And I want you to write down where you were at the time of her death, and I want you to write down every detail, everything you did that entire day.
Wait, you want me to write down that I don't know anything?
You don't know anything, right?
Okay. Write it down.
Go on.
(sighs)
Sorry to tell you, but Jose flipped on you.
He's writing out his statement as we speak.
No.
Yeah. Oh, you don't believe me?
Take a look. He's right over there.
Come on. Look.
He's just spilling his guts.
♪
Why don't you have a seat.
Sit.
Don't let him put the whole blame on you.
Why don't you talk to us and maybe we can help you. You're lying.
Come on, we got no reason to lie to you.
He told us everything about him and Ella, you know, the thing.
He didn't have a thing with her.
It's not like we're telling you something you don't already know here.
He loves me!
We're going to get married.
No, you're going to jail.
And he's gonna be looking for another girlfriend.
All right, so let's go over this now.
You found out about Jose and Ella, you got pissed off, you wanted to confront her, and... I didn't confront her, I just asked her to back off, that's all.
But she wouldn't.
Listen... uh, between you and me...
I don't believe Jose when he says that you k*lled her.
He said that?
We... believe it was probably just an accident.
You didn't mean to do it.
You were just angry and wanted to talk, and things escalated and got out of control, isn't that right?
That's right.
Of course.
I didn't mean it.
I swear.
You were just angry.
I was angry... and I was high off of the dr*gs that he gave me!
Okay.
Why don't you settle down, all right?
And I-I think I need a lawyer.
(softly): Have a seat.
Thinking of becoming a detective?
Nah. They said I could wait here.
Mm-hmm. They released you already, huh?
About a hour ago.
And you came straight here.
You remember that lawyer?
The one that was at the trial?
Oh, yeah.
Well, that's not the first one they assigned me.
The first one said I should take a deal that the D.A.'s office offered.
You know what that deal was?
I could probably guess.
15 years.
Out in ten with good behavior.
All I had to do was confess.
Right.
Confess to a crime you didn't commit.
You know, the funny thing is, I actually thought about it.
Why?
'Cause I didn't think anybody would believe me.
Well, I'm glad you didn't take that deal.
Yeah.
Thank you.
(sighs)
(sighs)
Hi.
Hey.
So, he won't be arraigned until tomorrow.
Good.
Yeah, yeah. Um...
I just wanted to say that... you're a real pain in the ass.
Thank you for convincing me to come forward.
No problem.
How you doing?
Okay.
I guess.
(laughs softly)
I'm really hungry.
We skipped our meal today.
Wow, and you haven't collapsed yet.
Want to go to Anton's and get some ribs?
It's all-you-can-eat Tuesdays.
Yep, with your appetite, we might just put them out of business.
(laughs)
Frank.
(laughs): Hey, you went to DiPalo's again.
Corner liquor store.
Hey. All right.
You missed my arraignment.
(sighs)
I'm telling you, first time I've ever had to hire my own attorney.
Was he any good?
Yeah, $10,000 bail.
Not bad.
And I wish you would've told me you invited the press, you know?
I would have changed my robe.
You hear from Romano?
Yeah. He reached out for me.
Wanted to know if I needed any help.
Offered to pay my lawyer bill.
(chuckles)
How do you like that?
Wise guys get a lot of perks.
Yeah, they do.
So do police commissioners.
How could I ever thank you, Frank?
You up for it?
You're kidding, right? All right.
But I call the game, all right?
Chicago Night Baseball, with a buy.
What are we, 14?
(chuckles)
Well, I hope you brought an extra shirt... because you, my friend, are gonna lose yours.
Shut up and deal.
Oh, put the pin away; this is getting serious now.
Go ahead, cut.