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My kingdom for an empty bench where I can devour my cheeseburger.
It's two cheeseburgers you ordered, hotshot.
It's gonna be three if you don't finish yours.
Oh, there's a spot.
Hey, whoa, whoa.
Huh.
Excuse me, ma'am, does this bag belong to you?
Woman: No.
Uh-uh. No.
No?
Hey, guys, does that bag belong to any of you?
No.
No?
No. Uh-uh.
Sir, did you forget your bag over here?
It's not mine.
Did you guys forget... Okay.
Excuse me, anybody with this bag?
This bag belong to anyone?
It ticking.
It's ticking?
Yeah. Let's just keep it calm and back everybody up, okay?
Guys, we need you to back up, okay?
Please, folks. Folks, will you please clear the area?
Central, 12 David. Be advised, we have a suspicious package at Union Square Park at 14th and Broadway.
Have b*mb Squad respond at this time, please.
Do you have the appraisal?
I have the appraisal.
Okay.
What about the letter from the mortgage broker?
I got the letter from the mortgage broker.
Come on, stop worrying.
Okay.
Maybe you should have worn your blue tie.
Why?
It brings out your eyes.
What?
Blue implies honesty, dependability, trust.
Danny: I'm asking him to refinance our mortgage, not marry me.
I know. I'm just nervous, that's all.
Don't be nervous. We got this in the bag, okay? My job is secure, our credit is good, and we have been with this bank for over 20 years. Isn't that right?
Mr. Reagan. Mrs. Reagan.
Hi. How are you?
Please, right this way.
All right, let's go.
(quietly): Relax.
(indistinct police radio chatter)
Man: What is it? What's going on?
Someone left an unattended bag.
Aw, man. Is it a b*mb?
We're not sure what it is yet, sir.
That's why we're checking it out.
(crowd gasps)
(people clapping)
(indistinct chatter, laughter)
Why's everybody laughing?
It's a Spanky.
What's a Spanky?
The guerilla street artist, Spanky.
You've never seen his art around town?
This isn't art.
This is yelling "fir" in a packed theater.
Yeah.
We did everything by the numbers with the appraisal.
Mm-hmm.
Even used the company the bank recommended.
Yeah. Our mortgage broker says we're a slam dunk.
Slam dunk. Slam dunk.
(sighs)
I'm sorry. We're not gonna be able to refinance your mortgage at this time.
You what? Why not?
I suggest you check back with us in a year.
A year?
To a year and a half.
No, no, no. You hold on to those, because there's got to be some mistake.
Okay, Danny, Danny...
We got to work this out here.
Linda: You know what my husband is really saying here is that we have been very loyal to this bank-- 20 years we've been with this bank. Over 20 years.
Yeah, so that much loyalty maybe deserves a little bit of a reward.
Big reward.
We appreciate your business.
We do. That's why I hope you'll check back with us in a year.
To a year and a half.
Well, I think that you...
Man: Listen up!
(woman screams) Do exactly as I say and nobody gets hurt!
Everybody down on the ground!
Woman: Get down! Everybody get down on the floor!
Man: Get on the floor!
(robbers continue shouting)
Man: Heads down! Heads down!
Everybody on the ground!
Danny, get down, get d...
All right.
Heads down! Get on the ground!
Man: Keep your head down! Let me see your hands!
Let me see your hands!
Heads down!
Man: Bags, purses and phones!
Let's go! Now!
♪ Blue Bloods 5x11 ♪
Baggage
Original Air Date on January 9, 2015
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Nobody move! Head down! Down! Get on the ground!
(grunts)
I need all wallets, phones and purses out now!
You!
(gasping)
Get up! Move!
Hurry up! Open the vault!
Woman: Heads down!
Come on, open it.
(gasping)
(beeping, buzzing)
(gasps)
Fill it up!
Get your head down! Down! All right!
(whimpering)
Come on! All of it!
All right.
Woman: Cell phones and wallets!
Take it easy.
Give it to me! Here! Here!
Woman: Give me the bag!
Man: Let's go!
Hurry up! On the ground!
Come on.
Get the drawer!
(whispers): Aren't you gonna do something?
You're a cop.
Shut up.
Tell him to do something.
In, like, a year to a year and a half.
Woman: What is going on here?
Nothing. He was nervous.
I just told him to-to relax and no one's gonna get hurt.
Sit up!
What?
Sit up.
I'm on the ground like everyone else.
Sit up!
(whispers): It's okay.
Are you a cop?
No, I'm not a cop! I'm just...
Are you a cop?
No!
Time!
We're out. Now!
Let's go!
Now!
Now!
You, on your feet!
Dial 911 right now.
Are you okay?
Yeah.
I need you to remember something, okay?
Okay. Listen to me.
Okay. Female, white, five-five, five-six.
Female, white.
Okay.
Southpaw. Hair in a bun.
Male, white.
Okay.
Six-one, six-two.
Okay. Okay.
A scarred wrist.
Male, white. Bandage on the... on the back of his neck, okay?
Yeah.
Don't move.
Everybody stay calm!
I got it.
I'll be back!
Okay. Stay put.
Spanky? What kind of name is that?
Did his mother hate him?
It's his nom de guerre.
Nom de what?
Pen name. He's an artist.
No one knows his real name.
We're gonna, soon. A lot of smart people have been trying for a long time.
The police?
London and Paris, yes.
Yeah, they call him an artist. 'Cause I call him a t*rror1st.
t*rror1st? Let's not get carried away, Chicken Little.
Who you calling chicken?
As in "the sky is falling."
Frank, you want to weigh in here?
I don't think we need to move to code red just yet, Sergeant.
Exactly. And I don't know anything about art, but I do know the law.
And what he did was a felony, punishable by up to 25 years.
25 years for a stunt?
You can't intentionally leave a bag that looks and sounds like a b*mb in a public place.
Not in this day and age.
But it wasn't a b*mb.
It was ticking.
It was a balloon.
That's not the point.
The point is it was made to look like a b*mb!
That's a thr*at. That's intimidation.
That is the very definition of terrorism.
We call this guy a t*rror1st, and all that word implies in this day and age?
We're not.
But he is. You go out with that, lumping Spanky with Al Qaeda, the boss becomes a punch line for the left and the right, from sea to shining sea!
We're a police department, not an arts foundation!
Stop!
You're hurting my head.
He's not a t*rror1st.
He's a person of interest in a felony hazardous act.
And we do not arrest and charge on the basis of profession or profile, only on the law.
Now figure it out!
Without making it more work for me. Copy?
What are we doing out here?
Male white with the scars, he kept checking that window and looking in this direction.
A lookout, hand signals-- from everything you've told me, they seem like a pretty sophisticated group.
Yeah, they knew what they were doing.
Which is why they would probably pick a building with the highest elevation and the most cover.
Perfect spot for a lookout.
This building-- come on, let's take a look.
Perfect sight line to the bank.
Unobstructed view of the surrounding streets.
Baez: From up here, you'd know in a heartbeat if the cops were coming.
What are you looking for?
Mistakes.
Cigarette butt.
Well, you can't smoke in these buildings.
People probably sneak up here.
It could be anybody's.
Yeah, but it's field-stripped.
No middle-management desk jockey's gonna do that.
Or that.
What do you got?
Boot prints.
When I was in the m*llitary, it seemed like I spent half my time polishing my boots. Call me crazy, but those look like m*llitary-issued boot prints.
Son of a bitch.
Sid, can I talk to you a sec?
I got a big head, but I'm all ears.
The commissioner likes you.
You remind him of who he was as a cop.
That's why you're valuable around here.
That's nice to hear. But he's not a cop on the b*at anymore, he's the commissioner.
I know that.
Do you?
Yeah. So?
So you can't light him up like that, Sid.
I didn't light up anything.
You used the word "t*rror1st."
If it walks like a duck...
I don't want to get back on that treadmill.
The point is, it's our job to steer the commissioner to his best decision, not your first instinct.
I'll take that as an insult.
Don't.
Then what do you mean?
I just think, in the next few months, maybe it's best if you followed my lead.
My instinct is what got me here, Garrett.
That's what cops rely on.
To my point, you're not in the field.
There's finesse, gradations, options and impacts to be considered.
I'm not here to tap dance.
I'm not saying you are, but...
'Cause then the commissioner would have two of you instead of one of you and one of me.
There's a learning curve, Sid.
And I'm on it.
You want to be an asset or a liability?
You really asking me that?
(elevator bell dings)
Give me one reason why I should help you.
Because I'm your favorite brother.
Says who?
Says the way you laugh at all my jokes.
I'm laughing at you, not with you.
Will you come on?
If you don't help me out, I got to fight through 13 rounds of Department of Defense red tape.
That could take weeks if not months.
Well, I haven't spoken to Holbrooke in over a year.
Well, this is a great excuse for the two of you to catch up.
Yeah, except I wasn't interested in reconnecting.
Just like I wasn't interested in a second date.
I thought he didn't call you back.
Excuse me. I didn't call him.
Okay, well, look, what's the worst that can happen, huh?
You get a free cup of coffee out of the deal, right?
What makes you so sure the guy you're looking for is m*llitary anyway?
The footprint. Besides the footprint of a boot that I'm sure I could get at any Army Navy store.
Filter from his cigarette was separated from the tobacco, the paper was crumbled up with no signs of weed remaining.
I'm sorry, was that an answer to my question?
It's m*llitary procedure.
We're trained not to leave any traces of ourselves behind, okay?
So you take your cigarette butts with you.
I'm pretty sure that's what he was doing, but he must have dropped it.
How do you even know that?
I know because I know.
Look, can't you just have Holbrooke run a test on the DNA I gave you?
And if I'm wrong, hey, I'll spring for the coffee myself.
You're not wrong.
The DNA on the cigarette belongs to a Retired Army Sergeant Joe Raymond.
You were testing me.
Yes, because it cost me more than a cup of coffee.
I have to have dinner with him.
Well, lucky you.
Thank you.
For the free dinner?
You're welcome.
Joe Raymond.
Detective Reagan. This is Detective Baez.
Detectives, how can I help you?
We're with the Lost and Found department, Joe.
And we found something you lost.
I'm not sure I understand, Detective.
You dropped it on the rooftop when you were doing lookout for the robbery.
I wasn't on any roof.
I don't know anything about a bank robbery.
We didn't say it was a bank.
Why don't you come with us.
We're gonna have a little chat down at the squad?
(stutters) Wait, stop!
Am I under arrest?
We'll talk about it at the squad.
No, am I under arrest for something or am I not?
This is real bad for you, Joe.
Anything you do now in the way of cooperating will go a long way towards helping you.
Yes or no, Detective?
Technically, no.
Then have a nice day.
We'll sit on his place, see if he goes anywhere or anyone comes to visit.
We could do that.
You got a better idea?
Raymond just made a call to a restaurant in the East Village.
You went up on his phone?
I got a court order.
I know. Good work.
Wow. Like that's never happened.
That damn Spanky's at it again.
Had to shut down the area around Bethesda Fountain.
Press conference?
Just a release today.
Try to tilt it in our favor.
Like I wouldn't?
I know you disagree with me but it's my call.
I'm just trying to look out for you. For the office.
Public perception's gonna be we're launching missiles at a gopher.
So this is about Gormley.
He's got a job to do, same as you do.
I worry about him having your ear.
Well, don't.
Look, I like you; I respect you; in many ways, I genuinely look up to you.
But I think you have a blind spot when it comes to how you view your command.
Do you, now?
Yes.
And lately I think you put too much emphasis on how you're connected to your officers and not enough emphasis on how you're connected to, and perceived by, the rest of the world out there.
It does matter.
Bring me the release when you have it, please.
Let's hope this Joe Raymond wasn't just ordering takeout.
Keep your eyes open for anything that doesn't look right.
Like that Cobb salad?
Okay, folks, you ready for some chow time?
(whispering): That's her.
Who?
It's the girl from the bank.
You sure?
It's her voice.
Excuse me.
We're ready to order.
Um, this isn't actually my section, so I'll get your server.
Please?
We're in a bit of a rush.
You were right.
I am a cop.
Uh, I don't know what you're talking about.
Yeah, you do.
Joe Raymond called you 40 minutes ago.
Yeah, how about you tell your boss you're gonna take a walk outside.
Danny.
Hold it!
(horns honking, tires screeching)
Hold it!
Stop!
Move it!
(screams)
Hold it! Watch out!
I think you're gonna need I.T. to take a look at our server again.
I never got the e-mail on this meeting.
Garrett, I'm sorry.
It's fine.
I'm not mad, but we...
Garrett, no.
You didn't get the e-mail for the meeting because you're not on the list.
What do you mean?
Oh.
I see.
I'm sorry.
No, not at all.
All right, Angela Cabot, who was your friend?
Why'd he do the hundred-yard dash when he saw us?
I don't know.
You'll have to ask him that, won't you?
That's okay.
I know who he is.
He was the one checking the window in the bank.
I recognized the scar on his wrist.
Lot of people have scars.
Yeah, a lot of people don't run from the cops either.
Anything else?
My boss is gonna start getting pissed.
Danny: Yeah, I got something else.
How long did you serve in the m*llitary?
Who says I did?
Well, the hand signals used in the bank says you did.
Nice try.
You referred to lunch as "chow time."
m*llitary jargon.
Coincidence?
I did one tour.
12 months in Baqubah.
There you have it.
So you did a tour in Baqubah, same as Joe Raymond, incidentally.
And also same, I'm guessing, as, uh, crazy legs who just took off here.
So want to tell us what the hell's going on with a bunch of former soldiers robbing banks?
Don't say a word.
Who the hell are you?
My name is Eli Campbell. I'm her attorney, and this interview's over.
It's not an interview, Eli Campbell, it's a conversation amongst friends.
Not anymore it's not. Let's go.
You called your lawyer?
You got a problem with that?
Innocent people don't usually have their lawyers on speed dial.
Another word out of you, and I'll file harassment charges.
Have a nice day, Detectives.
He was with them.
What?
The lawyer.
He was the one bagging the cash in the bank.
He had a bandage over his tattoo.
Seriously?
Son of a bitch.
What the hell is going on here?
Erin: That's not exactly how I remember it.
Holbrooke: Oh, really?
Mm-hmm.
How exactly do you remember it?
Well...
Hi.
Daniel Fitzgerald Reagan, what are you doing here?
I need your help.
Uh, no, actually I need your help.
My help?
Yeah.
Who is this?
My brother.
Her favorite brother.
My least favorite brother.
And I already told you no, so drop it.
He can decide for himself.
Drop what?
Nothing. You've already done enough, and Danny is just leaving.
Good-bye, Danny.
This is about that bank robbery.
You know what, it is about that bank robbery.
Did you know they were all m*llitary?
Angela Cabot, Michael McCarty, Joe Raymond, even the lawyer, Eli Campbell.
They all served together in Baqubah.
I'm a vet myself.
It's the last thing I ever wanted to discover.
What are you looking for?
Well, as far as I can gather, they were all part of a five-man Stryker team.
And you want to know who the fifth man was.
Right. Why wasn't he part of the score?
Why was he the odd man out?
You think maybe they approached him, he turned them down.
Exactly.
And if he turned them down, maybe there's something there, maybe I can get him to talk.
Erin: Sam, it is completely understandable if you are not comfortable with this.
Let's see what I can do.
Thank you, Sam.
How's your salad?
Good morning.
Not very.
Okay, it was until now.
You froze me out of that meeting.
What, that?
That was a police meeting.
It had no public relations component.
So that's all I am, public relations?
Well, you are, after all, my deputy commissioner of public information.
And I sat in hundreds of police meetings just like yesterday's, but suddenly I'm disinvited.
Uninvited. "Disinvited" implies you were invited in the first place.
Oh, thank you for clarifying. I feel much better now.
Cut it out.
It was a purely technical huddle.
I didn't want to waste your time.
Look, if this is about yesterday...
What about yesterday?
What I said.
You said what you were thinking, which I would encourage you to continue doing.
Hard to stay encouraged when saying what I was thinking got me sat on the bench.
It didn't.
As I just said.
And while I got you here, there's something we need to get straight: Gormley stays.
You say it like I was trying to get rid of him.
I have no idea what your intentions are, but he stays.
Because he is valuable, because I need his input.
As opposed to, say, mine.
In addition to yours!
I'm just asking you to get used to it.
Asking?
What, do you need an order?
No, sir. Will that be all?
I don't know. You're the one who came barging in here.
Anything you want to discuss?
I think we're done here.
We don't know what to expect from this guy, so be ready for anything, okay?
Man: Who is it?
Police. Open the door, please.
Richard Sullivan?
Yes.
Detective Reagan.
This is Detective Baez.
You think we can have a word?
Of course.
Can I offer you anything to drink, Detective, uh... uh, Detect... uh...
Baez.
Yes. That's right.
I'm, uh... I'm sorry.
I'm not, uh... I'm not, uh...
I forget things.
It's okay.
Nothing for me, thanks.
Where'd you serve?
Baqubah.
Two tours Fallujah, myself. Marines.
I was, uh...
I was with the, uh...
Sixth Stryker Brigade.
May I?
They your buddies?
Yeah.
That's right.
So, what is it I can help you with?
Sorry.
It's okay.
IED expl*si*n.
Took the roof right off the Stryker we were in.
We'd been hit before, but this time...
...this time we took it bad.
I'm very sorry.
Funny thing is, when I lost my legs, I was devastated.
Now...
I realize that part was nothing.
It's losing my mind that's k*lling me.
Concussions?
Traumatic brain injury.
I used to have a 140 IQ.
(chuckles) Now I'm lucky if I can follow the grocery list.
Look, I don't want to bore you with my-my sob story.
Truth is, that's all behind me now.
I'm on my way back to being the man I was.
That your wife?
Angela.
Bless her soul.
She put together a charity in my name.
They raised $100,000.
I start treatment next week.
She's beautiful.
Yeah.
How long you married?
Four years.
We did a tour together and got hitched when we came stateside.
Then I went back for two more tours and, um...
...came home like this.
Tough break. Sorry.
Not at all. I'm lucky.
I know lots of guys came home just like me, but their wives couldn't take it.
And I honestly can't say I blame them.
But, you know, like I said, I been lucky.
Angela would do anything for me.
Yeah, I bet she would.
Yeah, uh, thanks for your time, and, uh, good luck with your recovery.
But you forgot to tell me what it is you wanted to talk to me about.
Uh...
Uh, burglaries in the neighborhood.
Just wondered if you'd heard anything.
Not a thing, but I'll keep an eye out.
Okay.
Sorry to take your time.
(both sigh)
I hate this job.
Yeah.
Good night. Bye.
Good night.
Hey.
What do you want?
I don't know.
Part of me wants to lock you up, the other part wants to turn the other way.
Do I get to pick?
Are you confessing?
No.
Well...
Spent some time with your husband today.
What did you say?
I didn't say anything, 'cause believe it or not, I want to help.
We don't need any help.
Look, I know he's been waiting three years for Veterans Affairs to approve his treatment.
That's as long as he served over there.
And that would make a lot of people-- especially a jury-- understand, maybe, why you took matters into your own hands the way you did.
You'll forgive me if I've lost my faith in the system.
Look, I can't change the system, and you will go away for a long time, but how long depends on you.
Hey.
You cooperate, I'll put in a good word with the D.A.
I've had a long day and night on my feet, Detective.
I'm trying to help.
I don't want to see things get any worse than they already are for your husband.
Why do you care so much, Detective?
Because I was there, too.
But you came home okay.
On the outside.
Look, Angela, I'm this close.
And when I get you-- which I will-- you're all going away for a very long time.
Think about what I said.
Maybe you could just look the other way.
Jack, she and her friends robbed a bank.
That's a crime-- a serious crime.
I know, but it was for a good cause.
Doesn't work that way, Jack.
You follow that logic all the way through, and we're living in anarchy.
Jamie: Yeah, where anyone can do anything they want, so long as they feel like it's justified.
But I know where you're coming from.
Yeah, me too.
Don't think it hasn't crossed my mind to just tell them all to get out of town.
Which would make you an accomplice.
Which, in this case, would be an honor.
Don't romanticize it.
Not at this table.
Look, I'm a vet, like you and you, and I hate seeing her husband suffer the way he is without any help from the government he put his life on the line to protect.
Nobody likes that.
Doesn't mean the only alternative is to go out and rob a bank.
I know. But we got a vet who desperately needs help, and the only thing stopping him from getting it is gonna be me locking up his girl and her merry band of thieves.
That's if you can prove it.
Erin: Yeah, Grandpa's right. You're feeling guilty over a collar you can't even make yet.
But you think you can make it.
I know I can make it.
How?
The other night, when she left the restaurant, she took the uptown train.
So?
If she was going home, she would have taken the downtown train.
Linda: Yeah, well, maybe she was running some errands, you know?
Or-or meeting some friends for dinner.
Except she wasn't.
I followed her and got pictures.
Of?
Extracurricular activities.
What's wrong with that? We have those all the time at school.
Not the school kind, honey.
Okay, so that might not be right, but it doesn't make it illegal.
Also doesn't prove she robbed a bank.
Not yet. But it will.
How?
He can use it as leverage.
Either she confesses or he reveals the photos.
Erin: Then you arrest her and you capture the cash from the robbery, and that leaves her husband...
Right back where he started from.
That's not right either.
You got a minute?
A minute.
I just got a call from The New York Times about Spanky.
The investigation's ongoing; more as the situations warrant.
From their Arts and Leisure section.
You're kidding.
No.
They're putting together a piece about how the NYPD is trying to save New York from art.
Well, today's the day.
Now I have really heard everything.
Do you want me to make you or Sergeant Gormley available?
Seriously?
I have to ask.
Neither.
What about me?
What would you say?
That it's a ridiculous premise for an alternative college newspaper, much less the Old Gray Lady.
Oh.
You were right about this from the start.
Correction.
You and Sergeant Gormley were right about this from the start, and I missed it.
It was a fastball right down the middle of the plate, and I never got the bat off my shoulder.
Not down the middle; it just nicked the corner.
Regardless, I missed it.
And what's worse than that, I blasted Sergeant Gormley, the guy who hit it on the screws.
I owe him an apology.
Yes, you do.
I'll get him a nice bottle.
What does he drink?
What? You mean like a version of candy and flowers?
What do you mean?
You can't apologize like that.
I can't?
Not between men.
Not in something like this.
What then?
You ask him to do you a favor, a favor that would flatter him.
How is that an apology?
You show the respect that you didn't show when you did the thing you want to apologize for.
Nobody gets all mushy, nobody has to hug it out.
Trust me on this.
How did you know?
Does it matter?
It's not what it looks like.
We're friends.
Yeah. Uh, we're probably a little bit too close, but... we never really crossed the line.
Well, we're happy to hear that, but I'm not sure Richard would see it that way.
You don't understand.
You don't know what it's been like.
I am a good wife.
You know how long I went without a single loving touch?
We're not here to judge you.
No, no.
You're here to flip me, to use those against me.
No, we're here to help you.
Yes, some help you are.
My husband gave everything for his country, and he got nothing in return.
He's hanging by a string, and now my choice is to either destroy the man I love with these pictures, or send myself to jail, and in the process, strip him of any chance of getting better.
(sighs)
What's this?
I got a friend in the Department of Defense.
They cut through some red tape.
The V.A. authorized treatment for your husband.
He checks in Tuesday.
It's fully covered.
And I go to jail?
Choice is yours.
He's coming home.
(door opens)
What's going on?
Richard.
Wh-What's wrong?
Uh, you've, uh, met these detectives already?
Yeah, they came around asking about break-ins in the neighborhood.
Yeah, that's not why they were here.
Yeah, I'm starting to get that.
So what is it?
Any news?
Sure, come right in, Danny.
Thank you. Have you heard anything?
Yes, I just spoke to the D.A.
And?
They will each get five years apiece.
Yes! Great.
Gave them a nickel when they could have got a dime.
First-time offenders.
D.A. thought five years was enough to knock some sense into them.
Thanks to you.
I owe you big-time on this one, sis.
You would only owe me if I wasn't doing my job, but that's all I was doing.
Hmm.
Right. How's things with you and Holbrooke?
Shut up.
Gormley: Yes!
All right. All right.
Thank you. Thank you.
(knocking on glass)
Come on in.
Good news?
They got him!
Our guys just grabbed one Ned Tobolowsky, aka Spanky, trying to board a flight to the U.K.
They're bringing him in now.
Congratulations.
Thank you, and, uh, my, uh, condolences to you.
No, that's not... that's not right.
You want me to get you his autograph?
No.
Or I could take you down to booking, get one of those selfies with him for your Instamatic page.
You mean Instagram?
Yeah, that one.
I don't have one.
Oh.
Hey, we got him!
Oh, yeah, I just heard!
I was just talking to Garrett about getting a picture with him and Spanky.
It would make a great Christmas card.
(laughs)
I'm kidding you. I'm kidding you.
You needed me?
Uh, no, it can wait.
You guys celebrate.
No, no, no. Come on, sh**t.
Well, I wanted to ask you a favor.
Okay.
The John Jay School of Criminal Justice-- they asked us for a speaker for their International Urban Policing Symposium.
And you want me?
Well, they got a lot of kind of... egghead types already signed up.
Figured they could use a real smart cop, a cop's cop.
And you thought of me?
Yeah, I thought of you.
Hey, it's his call, Sid.
Thank you, Garrett.
I'd be glad to do that.
Sullivan: You know I don't like long good-byes.
I just want to make sure you get settled in okay.
You've already done more than enough.
Then you can thank me by letting me do this.
Trust me, Richard.
If she's anything like my wife, just give it up now.
Woman: Checking in?
Name?
Uh, Richard, uh...
This is Captain Richard Sullivan of the Sixth Stryker Brigade Combat Team, Ninth Infantry Division.
Please escort Captain Sullivan to his room.
I love you.
And when we both get out, this is gonna be better.
Good luck.
Oorah.
Oorah.
(sniffles)
I don't know what to say.
Just say you'll never do it again.
Never.
Good.
And thank you.
Thank you?
Well, that is a first.
(handcuffs clicking)
Let's go.