04x16 - Insult to Injury

Morning, Baker.

Morning, sir. How are you feeling?

Better. Thank you.

There's a decision to be made.

I'm afraid there is.

Detective Reagan and Officer Reagan are both scheduled to work today.

You asked me not to request changes.

So you didn't. Good.

A.D.A. Reagan has a deposition.

Wheels of justice have to turn.

Yes, sir. CompStat's scheduled to end at 1300 hours, and your subsequent meeting with the mayor has been postponed, again.

Who postponed last time?

The mayor did, sir.

Last two times.

But you instructed me not to push back in the absence of a burning issue.

And you couldn't find one?

Try as I might.

What about our former commissioner?

Under the weather, conveniently.

You're the police commissioner.

You can always have an excuse.

It would have to be an honest one in this instance, and we don't have that.

In summation.

You're clear to serve as a chaperone on your grandson's field trip.



Sir, if I may?

On the bright side, some alone time with your grandson.

It's not exactly alone time when there are 30 other ten-year-olds to be roped and corralled.

Good point.


Hey, Sarge, where's Baez?

I brought her favorite coffee.

That organic, free-trade, single-bean, low-acid stuff?

Yeah, kind of tastes like motor oil. She had a court appearance today, testifying on one of her old cases, which means you're parked at your desk.

Oh, no, no, no. I'm good at flying solo, sir.

No, no, no, no, not when you owe me a month's worth of DD-5s.

What are you talking about? Says who?

Says me, after I saw you dumping your unfinished ones over on Slattery's desk.


There you go. And...

...enjoy your motor oil.

(shivers) This weather is ridiculous.

Crazy as this is, it's supposed to blow over by about noon.


Speaking of crazies, do you remember that guy covered in blood we caught a couple months ago on 46th Street?

Knife in hand, tried to convince us he was a chef?

(laughs): Yes.

I ran into the detective that we handed him off to.

Said he tied that dumb-ass to four homicides.

Eh, like we couldn't have done that.

You know? Yeah.

Oh, hey, are you jealous?

Oh, no, I'm just tired of everyone else getting to solve the puzzle, you know?

Most we get to do is take it out of the box and put a few of the edge pieces together.




Now, that is sweet.

It's called an ass. Lots of girls have them.

Uh, I meant the bike.

JANKO: Trust me, he really did.


Do you race?

Just through traffic.

I'm a bike messenger.

I work for Blaze Couriers.

Must pay well.

It'd take me a lot of overtime to afford a bike like that.

And for you, miss? Just a water, please.


All you got is a 50?

That or 100.

Anyway, I'm Maya.

Jamie. This is Officer Janko.

You got something I can write on, Jamie?

Yeah, just this.

Hold this.

Call me if you, you know, want a ride.

Way to go, Reagan.

You got yourself a number with virtually no help from me.

Hey, who says I need your help?

I tell Jamie since he's a rookie, find a nice girl, give her a ring.

Baby steps, Stavros.

We got to get this guy a girlfriend first.

All right, can we just order, please?

Two whole grain bagels, one mocha, one juice coming up.

(phone ringing)

5-4 Squad.

WOMAN: Let me talk to Detective Kilbane.

Detective Kilbane hasn't sat at this desk since 2009.

Do you have a forwarding number?

Actually, Detective Kilbane retired a year ago and he died a few months later, sorry.

Thank God for small mercies.

This is Detective Reagan.

Something I can help you with?

Listen to me, I only called to talk to Kilbane, but I'm happy to tell you, too, that your precinct, the NYPD, your whole system failed, and I'm gonna make sure the whole world knows.

And how do you plan on doing that?

Once I kill myself, they'll know.

♪ Blue Bloods 4x16 ♪

Insult to Injury

Original Air Date on March 7, 2014

What-what do you mean the world will know after you kill yourself?

I'm sorry, did I stutter?

You know, if you're hurt, hurting yourself more is not gonna solve anything.

You understand that, right?

Why don't you tell me your name?

It's Jill.

Jill what?

It doesn't matter.

It does matter, Jill. What's your last name?

What are you gonna do if I tell you?

You gonna suck at your job the way Kilbane did?

I'm gonna grab a pen and-and some paper and I'm gonna take down some information, and I'm gonna talk to you and listen to what you have to say.

Okay, you go grab your imaginary pen.

I'm trying to help you here, okay?

Except that you are the problem.

I'm the problem?

Usually people got to meet me first before they figure that part out.

No, I mean you-- cops, lawyers, judges, all of you.

And you think threatening to kill yourself is gonna help?

Listen, Detective, it's not a threat.

Look, why don't you just talk to me?

All right? Give me a chance to show you that I'm better than the other cops you spoke to, all right?

What's going on?

(quietly): A girl called for Kilbane threatening to off herself.

So send her to the hotline!

Who are you talking to?

Jill, take it easy, all right?

Look, I'm not gonna lie to you.

I'm talking to my pain-in-the-ass boss.

See, I got problems, too, all right?

Sarge, Jill called saying that Kilbane and the 5-4

and the system failed her and she wants to kill herself.

And you're the guy that's gonna keep her alive?

I'm the one on the phone with her.

Bedside manner isn't your forte.

Well, pardon me.

(whispers): Get TARU down here to pinpoint her location and get me somewhere quiet to talk.

Jill, are you there?

Not for long.

This is Stavros from coffee shop.

Hey, Stavros, what's up?

I'm victim of a crime.

Counterfeit $50 bill.

From that girl in front of us today?

Yes, the girl on the bike.

You're police, so I call you.

No, you did the right thing, Stavros.

Do me a favor, hold on to that bill, okay?

All right, thank you.

Hey, what's up?

Uh, Maya today gave Stavros a fake 50.

So the future Mrs. Jamie Reagan is a crook.

Like you know where every bill that you have came from?


Her white knight.

I'm just saying, she could've picked it up making a delivery.

Well, you got her number, right?

Perfect reason to call her.


It is, huh?

No! Put that on speakerphone.

(line ringing)

(man speaking Japanese

(phone beeps)

She gave me a fake number.

Or, you know, maybe she runs a sushi joint in her spare time.

So, what do you want to do?

You want to go after that fake 50?


First, we find Maya.

What? Maya? She's riding all around town.

Yeah, well Blaze Courier is over on 53rd.

They'll know where she is. Come on, shorty.

JILL: You cops think you're so smart.

Do you even realize how you ruin people's lives with your promises?

Well, who promised you something? Detective Kilbane?

Yeah, him, everyone, and my life still went to crap.

Okay, well, I'm not him.

Yeah, you could've fooled me.

Same smug voice.

You know, you're not exactly Miss Sunshine yourself, are you there, Jill?

So maybe you and I have something in common after all.

Did you hear that?

That is the gun that I'm gonna kill myself with.

And when I do, my blood is gonna be on you.

GORMLEY: Reagan?

You sure this isn't a prank?

Some sad sack frequent flyer looking for a new cop to hang her problems on?

She's serious, Sarge.

There's something else going on with her, but she's serious.

Okay, well, I got TARU and a phone set up for you in the box.

Okay. Jill, I want you to hold on just for one second, okay?

I'm gonna, uh, go somewhere quieter where you and I can talk without interruptions.

Yeah, okay.

Then everyone can eavesdrop.

Well, look, here's the good news.

These phones are so crappy here, if anyone else gets on the line, you'll hear it from the static or the clicky... echo-y voices.

Listen, just hang on, okay?

Good-bye, Detective.

, listen.

You said you wanted to talk, you wanted someone to listen.

Well, now's your chance.

Don't hang up.

You able to locate her?

Working on it. Putting her on speaker.

(phone beeps)

Jill, are you there?


Yeah, I'm here.


Look, let's talk about Kilbane, because obviously you're upset about one of his cases, and I'm assuming it involved you.

You a victim or did he put you away?


Family member?


My parents were murdered.

Are you happy now?

No, I'm not happy.

Actually, I'm sorry.


Number's a no-name prepaid cell. I can't even reach the carrier to have them ping it for us.

Keep trying. Maybe they can triangulate.

What was that beep?

I told you I'm not gonna lie to you, Jill.

It was me unable to pinpoint your location.

Yeah, well, of course you can't, because I am smarter than you.

I guess you are.

(phone beeps)

Grab Kilbane's files.

We got to figure out what case this is.

(phone beeps)

Look, I want you to know I'm very sorry for your loss, Jill.


I lost my mother a few years ago, and I had a brother who was murdered, too, so... maybe I can kind of relate to what you're going through.

You know, they say it gets easier...

But it only gets worse.

Oh, there they come.

(children chattering)

Keep those lines straight.

Okay, pause right here one second.

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.


Hi. Joyce Carpenter.

Frank Reagan.

You're taller than on TV.

Aren't we all?


That's a good one.

Uh, I hope my subbing for my daughter-in-law isn't a problem.

Oh, the police commissioner?

Are you kidding?

It's all the boys can talk about.

And the girls?

Girls mature faster than boys.

It's now a fact.

We graduated more women at the academy last year than ever before.


I take it you have a daughter?


She's what I like to call pre-pre-med.

At ten? How does that work?

Discipline, drive, determination.

The three D's.

Yeah, we don't really call it that.

A few ground rules before we go on in.

The kids are buddied up, they're gonna stay in two straight lines.

I'll take the ad, you just follow in the rear.

Okay. You don't need to do anything but look authoritative.

I'm told I'm good at that.

Granular issues are better left to me.


Can I call you Frank?


This isn't my first rodeo.

I ran the kids' trip to D.C. last year and to the Boston Freedom Trail the year before that...

Thank you for your service.

...so as counter-intuitive as this may seem, you're really just to follow my lead.

Hey! Thanks so much for coming, Grandpa!

Are you kidding?

When I was your age, I wanted to live in that place.

Uh, Shane, time to find your buddy.

It's Sean. It's Sean.

Sean. Sorry.

Buddy up.

Here we go.

Okay. All right, moving forward.

Two straight lines, everybody.

Move it along, kids.

Let's go.

Keep with your buddy.

Indoor voices, please.


Hi, Commissioner Reagan.


MAN: Maya?

Yeah, she worked for me.

Past tense, huh?

She quit a few months back.

Oh. Fake number and a fake job?

She say why she was quitting?

Only said she found a better gig, so I can take this job and shove it.

And a bad '70s song reference.

I really hate this girl.

What was Maya's last name, do you know?


Taller? Tilton?

You don't know?

Operation like mine--

it's cash in, cash out.

All I need to know about my riders: they deliver crap on time and don't kick out too many car windows on the way.

So no idea where Maya lives, huh?

Even better, I don't care.


221 East 77th!

Great. Have a nice day.

There you go.

Dead end.

Unless we call a few of these high-end bike shops around here, see if anyone of them sold her that pricey bicycle.

Oh, you really are pissed.

What? It's a puzzle.

Oh, it's a puzzle?

It's a puzzle.

Your parents sound like very nice people.

JILL: Yeah.

Kilbane never even got their names right.

Kept calling my dad "Ralph."

You know, Jill, I never even really knew this Kilbane guy.

Think I met him once at a Christmas party.

But there are a lot of good cops out there.

I come from a whole family of them.

Couple lawyers, too.

Oh, you think they're any better?

After that son of a bitch went to prison, they said it was all over, too.

So the person who killed your parents was convicted?

Not that it matters.

Okay, when was that?

All that matters is that he got out a month ago.

(computer beeps)

She's calling from somewhere in Washington Heights, between 163

and 172 streets.

Sarge, can we get someone up there?

That's 50 square blocks, hundreds of buildings.

What are we gonna do, not even lift a finger?

All right, I'll send some cars, radio cars, too, but don't get your hopes up.

Am I boring you, Detective?

No. I'm right here, Jill.

Look, you said the person who did this got out about a month ago.

Any chance you might want to tell me their name?

You'll know when you find our bodies.

What do you mean, "our" bodies?

Didn't I mention?

Before I kill myself...

I'm gonna kill him.

You never said anything about killing anybody else, Jill.

JILL: If I don't kill him, he's gonna do it to somebody else.

And then you'll be a murderer.

Yeah. Like that really matters.

Shouldn't it matter?

I watched my parents die and I was left all alone, okay?

Dekker deserves to die for that.



Stupid me.

DANNY: No, you're not stupid, you're just hurting, okay?

But killing him is not gonna make anything better.

Yeah, well... I'll be the judge of that.

Dean Aaron Dekker.

Let me guess... drunk driver?

He smashed into my parents' car on Christmas Eve in 2008.

And guess who was in the backseat?

So you're about 22 now?

We were coming home from midnight Mass.

And I remember that these headlights just came out of nowhere and our car was spinning.

And I remember that Dekker never even got out.

He was so drunk, he just sat there laughing the whole time.

You said Kilbane got him convicted.

He was supposed to be in for 13 years, okay?

Do you hear me?

But then a month ago, I saw him on the street.

And he was drinking again, and he was laughing again!

We got her last name, we got Dekker's last name.

Tell the Sarge to get on it. He could find them.

Then have him call my sister and ask how Dekker got sprung.

Jill, listen to me.

I know you're upset, okay?

You have every right to be.

I understand completely.

But killing him and killing yourself is not the answer.

If you had any idea what it feels like to see a monster walk free while your parents are dead, you would know that what I'm gonna do is exactly the answer.


Hello, Maya.

Twice in a day?

What a coincidence.

Well, we're cops; we find criminals.

Is this about that $50?

JANKO: Ah, it's funny you should mention that.

Yeah. We didn't.

No, I'm just saying, I thought it looked a little dodgy.

But you paid with it anyway. No, look, I probably got it on a delivery.

I work for a courier service.

Not lately.

In fact, we haven't found any place of employment for you since you quit Blaze.

In fact, we haven't found So it's really weird you can afford a fancy place like this.

Or that you paid cash for a fancy bike at Yorkville Cycles.


I'm sorry for giving you that fake number.

A little sleight-of-hand?

Keep the cops' eyes off the $50?

I said I don't know where I got it.

So you wouldn't mind us going through your bag, then?

I mean, if you like sweaty gym clothes.



I didn't make those.

Yeah? Then who did?

I can't tell you. JANKO: All right.

Hands behind your back, girly. No...

Well, I only make the deliveries, all right?

All right, listen.

He is a whack job, and if he finds out I even took a $50 from the bundle, he'll kill me.

Isn't it weird, Officer Janko, how her mouth keeps moving but all we hear is "blah, blah, blah"?

Let's go.


Wait. Wait wait, wait, wait.


His name is Ronnie Warner.

He's an artist who couldn't make any money, so he started making money.

Where'd you meet him?

At a club, all right?

Look, I...

I'm a singer--

or a least trying to be one--

and when he found out that I could ride, he asked if I would courier for him.


I knew it wasn't the right way to go, but... haven't you ever wanted to be something more than you are?

JANKO: Okay, okay, tell your sob story to the Feds when we turn you in.

No, come on.

Here, hold on, partner.

Hold on.

Maybe we don't. mean, collaring her is good, but collaring her and Warner, that's even better.

As much as you want to solve the puzzle, that is not our job.

Yeah, well, a little initiative never hurt.

Remember, look with your eyes, not with your hands.

Keep those rows straight, please.

Okay, stop right here.

All right. Bathroom break, anyone?

Okay, Frank, could I talk to you, please?

Yes, Joyce?

Uh, I don't know if... if you've been noticing, but there's a man back there.

He's been following us from hall to hall.

That's Detective Nuciforo.

He's my security detail.



You always have to stay alert for stranger danger.

You know, they're just kids, after all.

Well, while we're on the subject, if I might make a suggestion?

I know things have changed since I was a boy, but some things are timeless.

I'm not reading you.

Well, if you put a bunch of ten-year-olds together, boys and girls, and tell them to pee, no one'll go first.

That's not true.

Last chance for a bathroom break, kids.


Okay, everybody, take five up against the wall.

At ease.

I got to go. Get out of the way!

I really got to go!

This isn't on the schedule.

Well, see, that's another thing; the schedule.

To be honest, it's killing us.

What do you mean?

Well, so far, we've been through the Hall of Biodiversity, the Hall of Gems & Minerals, the Hall of Ocean Life.

Yes, so?

They're ten!

They want to see the dinosaurs and saber-toothed tigers.

Well, they want to have salty snacks and drink soda, too.

Doesn't mean it's good for them.

I'm gonna go freshen up.

When I get back, we're getting back on schedule, okay?



SEAN: Grandpa?


This is my friend, Daisy.

Well, it's nice to meet you, Daisy.

You having fun?

Very much so.

Your mom says that you want to be a doctor.

That's what she tells me, too.

But can I tell you a secret?


What I really want to be is a park ranger.

Is that right?

I know a lot about it already.

Well... Grandpa, can we see the dinosaurs soon?

I'm working on that.

Now you're the one who's being quiet, Jill.

Just getting ready.

You really think you can kill Dekker?

Come on. It's not like the movies, kid.

The screams alone will be terrible.

It's exactly what I want to hear.

Okay, so where is he?

Oh, you gonna go protect him?

Where were you when I needed protecting?

I'm here now, Jill. I'm protecting you right now.

I mean, what's gonna happen to you if he's not there, if you can't find him?

I mean, what if he recognizes you and runs?

Dekker's not gonna get away.

(Taser crackling)

You really think this'll work?

Your partner didn't seem to think so.

That's why I'm not just some clown off the street.

If Warner thinks that I'm your boyfriend, then he'll let his guard down.

The guy is seriously paranoid.

He's gonna grill me about you.


Where did we meet?

You delivered a package to my house last year when you were working for Blaze.

Where'd you grow up? Bayridge.

What do your parents do?

Mom passed away, Dad...

Dad's a security guard.

What's your favorite position?

All right, that one was for me.

Your feet spread apart, hands on the hood.


Good one.

You really from Bayridge?

Your dad really a security guard?

Bayridge, yeah.

Dad-- not exactly.

This is it.

Ronnie has to buzz us in.

So, um, smile for the camera.

Wait, wait.


No? What's wrong?

This is. Come on.

Why'd you change your mind?

I just did.

No one's found Jill or Dekker yet?

No, still searching.

You get any backstory on his trial?

It was open-and-shut; Dekker had been drinking all day in a bar in Maspeth and then crashed into the Gallagher's car.

He got 13 years for first degree vehicular manslaughter.

So how's he out now?

After he was sentenced, Dekker hired another lawyer who found inconsistencies in Kilbane's paperwork and the way the Breathalyzer had been administered.

I never heard Kilbane screwed up.

That's because my office made mistakes, too.

Dekker's lawyer said he wouldn't take it public as long as Dekker walked.

Sarge, we got addresses on the girl and Dekker.

All right. Excuse me.

DANNY: Jill, listen to me.

You do not want this thing to end in a bloodbath.

Do you hear me? You don't have to do this.


It's the only way the world's gonna know the truth.

Jill, listen.

I told you about my sister Erin.

She works at the D.A.'s office.

She's here.

She's gonna try to help you. Hold on.

Hi, Jill. I wasn't on the case back then, but I know what happened, and I think I can talk to my boss...

When are you people gonna get it through your thick skulls, okay?

There are no more police investigations.

No more court cases.

You had your chance and you blew it.

Jill, just talk to her a little bit.

(watch beeps)

It's time to go.

Jill! Jill!

First he dies, and then I do.

And remember, I am only doing this because all of you screwed up!

Listen to me. Do not do anything...

(phone beeps)

Jill? Jill?


(line ringing)

Answer the phone.

Where the hell is she now?

Our girl is moving south on the West Side.

But the area's still too big to pinpoint.

Well, if she's headed to Dekker's place, she won't find him.

Patrol found his place empty.

Trying to find his ex-wife; maybe she knows.

What about Jill's place?

Uh, missed her, too.

We searched inside, found nothing indicating where she'll make her move on Dekker, but I got a description of her car and I put it out over the air.

Great. I'm not surprised Kilbane messed this up.

Probably couldn't even read his own notes.

Those cheap cell phones she's using, she can take a text on that, right?

I don't know. Some can and some can't.

Come on, Jill. Do the right thing.

Danny, did you talk to Ryan?

'Cause he might know her plan.

Who's Ryan?

Her brother, Ryan Gallagher.

It's right here in Kilbane's notes.

She never said she had a brother.

I don't know why not.

He was in the car the night of the accident.

I'll find Ryan.

Son of a bitch.

She was Warner's courier, so she knows everything: where he gets his paper, who's on his client list.

She agreed to testify against him.

Secret Service has had Warner on our radar for quite some time.

Glad I could help.

Time to go.

Guess it's too late to give you my real number.

Concentrate on not getting a prison number.

(handcuffs clicking)

Oh, well.

It was cute while it lasted.

You're still here? Tour ended hours ago.

I wanted to watch you march Warner in.

That didn't happen.

Maya jerk you around again?

No, nothing to do with her.


You want to go grab a drink, talk about it?

I'd be talking to the wrong person.

Night, partner.

SEAN: I got to say, I like the zoo better.

Stuff moves at least.

So, you having any fun?

Yeah, the butterflies were pretty cool.

So I guess that was fun.

But I don't think Daisy and her mom are.

Yeah, well, it's tough when your parents chaperone one of these things.

I get the feeling it's tough with Daisy's mom, period.

Mm. Hold on a second, Sean.


Could I have your attention? Thank you.

I think that we should give a big hand to Mrs. Carpenter for putting on such a great trip.

And, you know, we were, uh... we were talking a while ago, and I think that Mrs. Carpenter feels that because there's two of us and 28 of you, maybe you should decide what we see next.

So, anybody for dinosaurs?

KIDS: Yeah!!!!

North American mammals?

KIDS: Yeah!!!!

Okay, let's eat up and clean up on the double.

We got a lot of ground to cover.

You just do not give up, Detective, do you?

(phone ringing)

Guess my text got your attention, huh?

Is my brother really there?

Jilly, what the hell are you doing?

They say you have a gun.

You had no right to get him involved in this!

Of course you're upset Dekker's out.

You think I'm not?

But don't become him.

Look, you don't get a vote, Ryan, okay?

You stopped visiting Mom and Dad, and I still go every single Sunday.

I go when you're not there.

I just can't deal with you anymore.

(voice breaking): Why? Because I still care?

Nothing you do will bring them back.

And they would want you to move on.

Please, don't do this.

(sobbing softly)

Jilly, I can't lose you, too, okay?

(whispering): Dekker's ex says he spends most of his time in a bar near Hudson Yards.

I got a radio car headed there, so keep her on the line.


Jill, listen to your brother, okay?

He cares about you and he doesn't want anything to happen to you.

Neither do we, so stop this, okay?

You got to stop now.

It's too late now.

Jill, it's not too late for anything, Jill.

Just drive away!

GORMLEY: The RMP's 15 blocks from the bar; keep her on the phone.

Look, maybe you do care, Detective Reagan.

And maybe you're not like the others.

Jill, just listen to me.

Get back in your car, okay?

Just get back in the vehicle and drive away.

Ryan, I want you to know how much I love you, okay?


Jill, I love you, too. Please.

Please, look, look, I know I've been a bad brother and I haven't been there for you sometimes, but please just don't do this, don't leave me right now, okay?

Just get back in the car.

Hi. I-I'm sorry.

My, , .... my front tire went flat.

And... Jill?

I-I can't even find a jack or anything.

I'm always happy to help a pretty girl.

It's got to be Dekker.

I'm sure it's in here.

No jack.

I can always give you a ride.

Come on, Jill. Come on, Jill.

Don't do this.


Haven't we met?

You're gonna wish we never had.


(Taser crackling)


(Dekker grunting)


GORMLEY: Keep her on the phone. They're only a few blocks away.

Jill? Jill?

Bye, everyone.

RYAN: Jill, no! Jill, Jill!

No! No, stop!

Come back! Jill!

Jill, stop it!

(siren wailing, tires screeching)

OFFICER: I'm sorry, Detective.

Her car's nowhere in sight.

She's gone.


Danny, you did everything you could.

No, I didn't. I screwed up.

I shouldn't have brought the kid.

Go ahead, say it, Sarge.

I blew it just like you said I would.


You did good, Reagan.

Just can't figure out, if she didn't kill him there, where the hell is she taking him?

She's got to know we got cars at her place and Dekker's.

You said that you and your sister visited your parents, right?


No, they don't have graves.

They were cremated and had their ashes spread around.

But? But Jill wanted a place to go so she could talk to them.


My mom used to volunteer in the gardens at Riverdale Park.

They let us plant a tree there.

That's got to be it.

And as superintendent of the police commission, he cleaned up corruption in the department, and he earned a reputation that helped him become governor of the state of New York, and then the 26th president of the United States.

Didn't he go to war, too?

FRANK: Ah, he was a soldier, yes.

Maybe you remember him and his Rough Riders at the battle of San Juan Hill.

But you know what Theodore Roosevelt loved more than politics and battle and everything else?


He loved nature.

Can anybody tell me how President Roosevelt showed the American people how much he loved our land?


Well, let's see.

Uh, let's not put anyone on the spot, Commissioner.

It's not an exam.

Teddy Roosevelt created the U.S. Forest Service, established 51 federal bird reservations, four national game preserves,

150 national forests and five national parks.

That is exactly right.

How do you know all that?

I want to be a park ranger when I grow up.

I mean, sort of.

And I'm sure you'd make a great one, too.

But you can do more than one thing, you know.

You can?


Take Teddy here.

Top cop, governor, president...

KIDS: Soldier.

...soldier, conservationist, and he wrote a whole lot of books about his experiences, so you can add writer to the list as well.



Go! Go, I said!

(Dekker crying)

Why'd you bring me here?

Shut up!


Shut up.

You don't want to do this.

Turn around and don't look at me.


Get on your knees!

Get on your knees!



For the love of God, please.

Don't kill me.

Where's your laugh now, huh?

Laugh? What laugh?

What I heard when I watched my parents die-- where is it?!

Where is it?!

I'm sorry!

I have a drinking problem.

And-and I did my time!

I'm sorry.

You are gonna pay for what you did.

(sobbing softly)

Do it!

Go ahead!


Just do it already!

Except you can't.

Can you, Jill?

You didn't think I'd give up that easy, did you?

Well, it's too late.

Leave me alone.

DANNY: You're a smart girl, Jill.

You proved it all day long. just couldn't figure out one last thing.

How to get revenge without killing him.

You don't think I can shoot him? Watch me!



I'm waiting, Jill.


Not that easy, is it?

(sobbing): Please kill him, and then kill me.

It's not gonna happen.

Why? It's fine.

You can use my gun.

Just tell everyone that I did it.


And then what?

Ruin this beautiful friendship?

Come on, give me that.

Give me that.


Step back, sweetheart.

Step back.

You all right?

Thank you!

She's crazy, right?

Go to hell, you son of a bitch.

(sobbing continues)

It's okay.

Let's get you out of here now, okay?

Let your parents rest in peace.

Heard you had a great time, kiddo.

I had a blast!

I held a walking stick.

I'm looking forward to that myself.

He means the insect.

I know that, Darwin.

So, Frank, how was Joyce?

Seldom right, but never uncertain.

Yeah, she always did seem a little... intense to me.


I heard she's the B word.


Excuse me.

That's not appropriate, Jack.

Sean said it, not me.

Is that true, young man?

Because your ability to sit down for a week hangs in the balance.

A kid on the trip said it first.

And Nicky said it wasn't bad language unless you actually said the word.

(chuckles): Oh.

Oh, really?


Technically I'm right.

Technically you're still young enough to get grounded.

(Henry groans)

Actually, I made some judgments when we first met, and I don't think they were fair.

JACK: I thought cops are supposed to be able to tell who people are from just one look, so they don't trust the wrong people and get shot at or something.

They teach us character assessment in the academy.

And cops are only human.

I can't believe I just said that.

JAMIE: Works the other way, too.

Sometimes someone you think is nice turns out to be a crook.

Not that being right does you much good either way.

Come on, Grandpa.

It's time for dessert. Just one more page on this and I'll deserve it.


Very funny.

Secret Service was impressed.

I hear things.

So, they told you I went off the reservation?

And returned before you got yourself into trouble.

Dad, how long was it before you made detective?

Three years.

Danny made it in three and a half.

Good genes.

Guess I didn't get them.

Been on patrol for... for four years now.

Four years?

Seems like you just graduated the academy.

You think something's holding you back.

(footsteps approaching)

NICKY: Can someone grab those napkins, please?

And give me a hand in here?

Yeah, I'm on it. Thanks.