Ana?
Ana Marcovic?
You're here for the hostel, right?
We're supposed to pick you up.
I'm Tatiana, by the way.
Let me take your bag.
You can sit up front.
(speaking Serbian)
Yes. I just tired from flight.
Oh, yeah, Serbia is ten hours away.
It's where I'm from, too.
Ah.
What is this?
Don't ask questions, Ana.
(groans softly)
(Ana crying)
(elevator bell dings)
Morning, Sid.
Hey, boss.
Just want to run the numbers before the Compstat meeting tomorrow.
Okay. Morning, Baker.
Morning, sir.
Sarah Grant is here. I told her she could wait in your office.
Oh. Well, in that case, I'm gonna need at least ten minutes.
Hold my calls.
Hey.
Hi.
(laughs)
Ah.
Mm.
I'm sorry for just barging in like this.
No, it's great.
You look great.
Thank you.
Sit down.
Ah. Want some coffee?
No, I'm fine, thank you.
I got my best suit pressed and ready.
All right.
You ready for your big day?
Almost.
Mm. There's a piece missing.
What's that?
I've been wanting to ask you this for a long time, but I haven't been able to figure out how.
You have always been like a father to me.
Would you walk me down the aisle?
I'd be honored.
Thank you.
There's something else.
I got a letter from prison yesterday.
From him.
You didn't open it?
No.
I was hoping that you would.
(quiet chatter, laughter)
Henry: You don't need that.
Grandpa?
Erin. Come in.
Come in. I put your coats for the winter coat drive in the mud room for you, but have you got a minute?
Yeah, sure.
I'd like to introduce you to a friend. Sylvia Hayden, my granddaughter, Erin.
I've heard a lot about you.
All good, I hope?
Oh, more than good, honey.
Henry: You're the first one to have the honor.
I haven't even told your father yet.
I didn't want to scare her off.
Well, I can understand that.
(laughs) How did you two meet?
In a book club.
Book club.
(both laugh)
Yeah.
We read Up the Old Hotel by Joseph Mitchell, and, uh, your grandpa and I started talking about the great old New York haunts that have closed down.
And so, we've been kind of going on this informal tour of the places that are still around, you know?
He's been spoiling me rotten.
(laughter)
That's a beautiful bracelet.
Oh, thank you.
Well, thank him.
Only the best for my girl.
Detectives.
Lieutenant.
Hope you got something juicy for me.
It would really burn Lieutenant Carver's ass if we took down a big case while she was on vacation.
We don't know exactly what we got, but this 911 call came in this morning.
(Ana speaking Serbian and crying)
Please don't hurt me!
Don't k*ll me!
(static)
Damn.
It's an international exchange.
We traced it back to an Ana Marcovic and called her parents in Serbia.
Ana had flown into JFK this morning and was supposed to stay somewhere called the Gotham Youth Hostel in Times Square.
We have a location?
Yeah. Cyberspace.
This hostel only exists online as a trap to lure women to New York.
Lieutenant, this is the fifth Eastern European woman to disappear on their way to this hostel in the last six months.
No trace.
You got any leads?
Surveillance cameras? Witnesses?
Just the 911 call and the name.
Look, we want to run with this.
We don't have enough.
I'm not wasting my two best detectives.
We want this one.
♪ Blue Bloods 5x18 ♪
Bad Company
Original Air Date on March 13, 2015
♪ ♪
Hey.
Hey. What's up?
So, I ran that name through the system for you.
Yeah?
I don't know how to tell this, but Sylvia Hayden is wanted for m*rder.
What?!
She k*lled her last three husband's in cold blood.
They call her the “Grandpa k*ller”
Really?
Why would you do that to me?
How could I not?
It's just so easy.
Did you find anything?
Well, it's kind of interesting, actually.
Seems that “Sylvia Hayden” didn't exist, at least under that name, until 2007.
But there are plenty of innocent explanations.
She could've remarried, or just legally dropped a former husband's name.
That's all I can get from a cursory look.
How far do you want me to take this?
I don't know.
You think I'm just being crazy?
I mean, if it was your grandfather, what would you do?
I don't have a grandfather, but my grandmother raised me, and if I thought someone was messing with her, I'd turn over every stone until I knew damn sure she was safe.
But I might be a little crazy, too.
Listen, get me fingerprints or DNA, and I can take this to the next level.
Just let me know what you want.
Okay.
Frank: That was nice meeting Father Barnes.
I think you're in good hands.
So, uh... did you read the letter?
(sighs) Yeah, I did.
But you are getting married in three days.
There is no clock on this.
He's not going anywhere.
So, can we talk about this in a couple of weeks?
What did it say?
Basically?
Mm-hmm.
That he's sorry and claims he found God in prison.
The usual for a sociopath who's building a long con for the parole board.
So, he m*rder*d my family, but God has forgiven him, so I should, too?
Is that what he wants?
(sighs)
There is a program called Restorative Justice where the victim can meet the offender face-to-face.
He wants to meet me?
I mean, you don't think that I should... consider this, do you?
I read the letter, as you asked me to, and I am passing on what was offered.
But no.
Sarah, I do not think you should take him up on it.
I mean, the last time I saw Donald Berry was in court.
I was seven years old.
And he told me that his only regret was that he didn't k*ll me, too.
Can you just tell the court, or the prison, or whoever you need to inform that he better not write me again?
Can you do that?
Yes, I can.
Okay.
Hey, what are you guys doing here?
Everything okay?
Yeah, I just, uh, need to talk to you for a second over here.
It's about your partner.
Eddie? What's going on?
She's a good cop, right? Reliable? Tough under pressure?
Why you asking?
Well, I might need her for something, but I wanted to get your take on it before I ran it by your boss.
Yeah, she's the best. She's tough as nails.
I trust her with my life.
Good, 'cause this is high risk.
What does that mean? Undercover?
Women are getting snatched up.
We think it may be Serbian mob.
I don't know if she's ready for that, Danny.
I mean, there's got to be plenty of more experienced cops.
No, no, she's the only one for this.
Jamie: All right, well, you asked my opinion. I gave it. She's not ready.
What do you mean, she's not ready?
Just what I said.
I don't think she's ready for that.
Ready for what?
Look, if this is about me, I can speak for myself.
(sighs)
That's Ana Marcovic.
Her mother e-mailed us the photos, said her daughter's only dream was to come to New York, to the U.S.
Danny: Mm.
She flew in from Serbia this morning, and... presumably went to the address for the Gotham Youth Hostel, and then, she disappeared.
Five other girls have gone missing the same way over the last six months.
So you need someone to retrace Ana's steps, and find out where the missing women went?
You'll be wired up, we'll stay close, but I do got to be honest with you.
It's... it's a total unknown.
Well, uh, why me?
Is it because I took the undercover training course?
Danny: That's part of it.
The other part of it is, when we were calling The Wheel looking for an officer who spoke Serbian, you were the only one in the entire department who fit the age and physical profile.
Yeah, I hope that means young and hot.
That is the type they're luring in, yes.
You think it's some kind of trafficking ring?
Like I said, it's an unknown.
(phone ringing)
Excuse me.
Well, when would this happen?
Soon as we can get it running if you're up for it.
Yeah.
Hell, yeah. It's a great opportunity.
Good.
What is it?
Ana Marcovic is dead, right?
That's what that was about?
We don't know that yet, but her cell phone and backpack were found along the side of the expressway.
Her bag was covered in blood.
(sighs softly)
Commissioner, Clinton Hills just faxed over the psychiatrist's report.
And?
It's more of the same.
Lines up with the counselor's report and the note in his file from the chaplain.
So it's official.
Donald Berry is the most rehabilitated k*ller in the history of the penal system.
They're just opinions, sir.
I can't figure out what this son of a bitch wants.
I thought he wanted to make amends.
Maybe he just wants to get out of his cell, break routine, get another chance to torment his victim.
(sighs)
The thing is...
...to Sarah, to me, he's always going to be this guy.
It was the single most disturbing crime scene I've ever witnessed.
And no amount of counseling or medication or prayer is ever gonna change that.
I understand how you feel, sir, but... may I say something?
Go ahead.
People can change.
That's it?
Sometimes, with the right help, sick people do get better.
Maybe even Donald Berry.
I think that where there's life there is always hope.
And if you ever get the sense that I have lost that conviction, please fire me on the spot.
So, what can I tell you, Erin?
What do you mean?
I just thought it would be nice to have lunch.
(chuckling): Oh, come on.
A mystery woman suddenly starts dating your grandfather?
(chuckles) I'd want to know everything.
Okay. I might just be a little curious.
Okay then.
Here I am, Sylvia Hayden, in, uh, 30 seconds or less.
Ready? Set your watch.
(both chuckle)
I was born in the Bronx-- well, Riverdale-- and I had a quickie marriage at 19.
He was so boring, I was a little crazy, and it lasted about 90 minutes.
And then I was single for a long time.
I had a lot of fun. And then, much later in life, I fell in love, and I got married again.
F-For real this time.
And that was my Max.
And, uh, unfortunately, he... he passed away about ten years ago.
Mm. I'm sorry.
So was I. But I wound up reinventing myself as, of all things, a romance novelist.
(chuckles)
(chuckles) Well, Sylvia Attenberg wasn't a catchy enough name, so Sylvia Hayden was born.
Here I am.
So Sylvia Hayden is your... nom de plume?
Yes. But... please don't bother with those books.
(whispers): They're trashy. (chuckles)
It's just that I feel, uh, a little less lonely when I write them.
Mm. Well, hopefully Henry is making you feel a little less lonely, too.
Let me be clear about my intentions, Erin.
I don't plan to marry again, but I think, your grandpa and I, we can be great pals.
I hope that sounds okay.
Of course.
Great.
So let's order.
And I insist that it be my treat.
Henry won't let me pay for anything.
Waiter?
Waiter?
Two menus, please.
Danny: There she is.
Thanks for coming so fast.
FBI? What's going on?
We took all the information we had, we ran it through SafetyNet, we found out the Feds were investigating the missing women, too.
They have some good Intel and much better resources, so it makes sense to combine our cases.
So they're in charge now?
No, no. This is a joint operation.
We will be with you every step of the way, just like we told you.
This is Hill.
Hey.
Hey, Danny. Detective Baez.
Danny: This is Officer Janko. She'll be the uncle.
I'm Marcus Hill from the Bureau.
It's good to meet you.
Our Serbian expert is waiting.
All right, come on.
Man: This is your Serbian passport under the name Edit Jankovic.
And, uh, here's your boarding pass for your flight into JFK.
What airport in Serbia did you fly out of?
Nikola Tesla in Belgrade.
You say you're from Ecka?
That's way out in the Valley.
Why the hell would you fly out of Tesla?
It's an international airport.
So is Morava, and it's 300 miles closer.
Yeah, I was visiting a friend in Belgrade first.
Ah. What neighborhood?
Barajevo? Novi Beograd?
Grocka?
Novi.
Novi? Is your friend Chinese?
Novi is the only Chinese quarter in Serbia.
(chuckles)
Okay, uh, how did you travel to visit your Chinese friend?
Car? Train? Bus?
Bus.
What-what company?
Arriva? Kevim? Severtrans?
Uh, what highway did you take?
How long was the trip?
Stupid bitch cop. You're dead.
Hey. Take it easy.
You think they're gonna take it easy?
This is stuff any Serb would know.
You got three days.
You better cram.
What am I missing here, Sid?
If the crowds are blocking traffic, have Patrol break them up in an orderly fashion.
The crowds are there because apparently an empanada in the bakery's window looks like the Virgin Mary.
Yeah.
Looks like her how?
I don't have the forensics, sir, but it's clearly more of a cultural religious thing and not just a traffic thing.
Uh, have Patrol put up barricades and punt this over to Community Affairs.
Commissioner, I'm sorry to bother you, but Sarah Grant is here.
She said she could wait, but...
I'm gonna need ten.
Okay.
Hey. I'm so sorry.
I-I told her I could wait.
Well, Baker's pretty good at reading faces, and yours says that something can't wait.
I can't stop thinking about him.
That he actually wrote me and that he wants to see me.
Do you want to read the letter?
N-No.
I want to go and meet him.
Face-to-face.
(sighs)
To what end?
I try and push him out of my head, and I can't.
For the first time in years, I just can't.
So I need to do something.
Something or only this thing?
(shuddering exhale) Talk me out of it.
You could've tossed the letter like you said, but you brought it to me.
Some part of you knows it's time to deal with this.
Oh, that's not talking me out of it.
Yeah, well, I've been around long enough to know that's not gonna happen.
But I'm going with you.
(shuddering inhale)
You'd do that?
Strength in numbers.
Thank you.
Who was that?
Just work.
Don't kid a kidder.
We can talk about it later, Grandpa.
Uh-huh. Something about Sylvia.
Pop... I heard you two had lunch.
What do you know?
I had her checked out.
Mm. Sylvia Hayden is not her real name. In fact, she's had many identities.
And?
And... she has a history with older men.
You think I don't know that?
Erin, I'm an ex-cop.
You think I didn't do my own digging?
Of course she's got a past.
Who doesn't?
I don't want to make you angry.
I'm just enjoying the woman's company, and I don't see any reason to stop.
Pop... (sighs) there's an active warrant for Sylvia's arrest in Palm Springs for grand larceny.
What do you want me to do?
You want me to drop it, I will.
A warrant they'll extradite on?
Yeah.
Hmm. (clicks tongue)
We're supposed to have a drink tonight later at the Hotel Elysée.
(clears throat) Come on, you two.
Everybody's ready.
Yep. Coming.
Here.
Thanks.
We can have her arrested there.
But are you sure that's what you want to do?
No.
Frank: Anyway, it's just a... simple ceremony.
Nicky: I'd give anything to see you walk her down the aisle.
It's really sweet what you're doing.
Linda: I think it's amazing how she stayed in touch with you all these years.
Jamie: Someone saves my life, I'd stay in touch. Right?
It's an unusual bond. A very special bond.
Good to protect the people you care about.
Henry: Everyone's always bashing the cops.
This is exactly the kind of story that the public needs to hear.
Well, Dad will never allow that.
No.
He's too private.
You know, the real story isn't the wedding.
The real story is, the day before, Sarah is going to sit down face-to-face with the guy who m*rder*d her family.
Why?
Because he asked for it, and... she wants to go.
Erin: It's a program called Restorative Justice.
Oh, I think that is a terrible idea.
Maybe some good gets done.
Maybe she finds some closure.
No such thing in a case like this.
Nicky: But if it works, maybe he haunts her less.
Jack: Is it like when the principal has the bully apologize for what he did?
That's exactly what it's supposed to be like, Jack.
Yeah, times a hundred.
Maybe that works for eighth graders, but an animal like Donald Berry does not deserve this chance.
I don't disagree.
Nicky: But if it can help Sarah at all, it's a chance you take.
Really? What if it backfires?
You're putting a lot of trust in this guy, Dad.
I'm not putting any trust in him, and I'm sure as hell not gonna let her go in there alone.
You could bring all the apostles and all the saints, and it wouldn't make a difference.
The really bad people-- they don't change.
They just come up with new ways to trick you into thinking they did.
Hey.
Hey-Hey.
Can you help me make sense of all this?
No, I don't think I can.
You came all the way uptown, you went through security, and you're not gonna help me prep?
No, because I don't think you should do this.
Why? Because I'm some scared little girl who can't take care of herself?
No, Eddie. You could be a Navy Seal, and I'd tell you the same thing.
This operation was thrown together way too fast.
You haven't had enough time to prep, and you don't understand the risks.
That I'm going in blind?
That my life could be in danger?
I agreed to that.
I made peace with that the day that I entered the academy.
(throws pen on table)
Besides, this one's personal.
Why?
Because of my mom.
She was a young girl from a small village in Serbia, and all she ever dreamed about was coming to this country.
And that dream came true for her, and I think that Ana Marcovic deserves the same chance.
I'm doing this, Reagan.
Okay, if I can't talk you out of it, then... I'll say this.
You should use your mother's story.
What do you mean?
The best covers are the ones that are closest to home.
That way, under pressure, you can just tell the truth, which is easiest to remember.
Did you ever have any close calls?
When I was a U/C?
Yeah, the Sanfino Family put a hit out on me.
My father had to put me on house arrest.
Eddie, I was lucky to get out alive.
That was your first assignment, right?
They took a chance on you?
That's all I'm asking for.
I want to see what I'm made of, too.
(gentle piano music playing)
Ah.
Sylvia.
Whoa.
Don't you look handsome.
Last time I was in here was 1973.
I was a detective.
This place was the scene of one of the biggest robberies in the city's history.
A robbery here?
Well, in the Hotel Elysée above us.
Did you catch 'em?
Oh, yeah.
That's what you have to understand, Sylvia.
Hmm?
We get everyone in the end.
What do you mean by that?
I think you know what I mean.
Dating a Reagan maybe wasn't the smartest move on your part.
That's because it wasn't a move, Henry.
You think I didn't expect an ex-police commissioner to check me out?
Or that I didn't notice your granddaughter putting a teaspoon with my fingerprints in her purse?
Then why did you stay?
I haven't done anything wrong.
The DA in Palm Springs says different.
Palm Springs.
Right. What a joke.
We were both adults who knew exactly what we were getting into.
A man can't give a gift, and then expect it back when things go sour.
Sounds like it was a pretty big gift.
Well, I'm a pretty great gal.
Henry, breaking someone's heart is painful, but it doesn't make you a criminal.
You'll have to tell that to the grand jury.
What? Henry, please.
I really like you.
I hope you believe that.
I choose to, Sylvia.
Okay. Okay.
I'm sorry I ruined this for you, Grandpa.
You were just looking out for me.
(vehicle approaching)
Edit?
Edit Jankovic?
You're here for the hostel, right?
Yeah, we're supposed to give you a lift.
I'm Tatiana, by the way.
Hi. Call me Eddie.
Oh, Eddie.
Um, let me take your bag.
You can, um, sit up front.
(van door closes)
Tatiana: Where are you from in Serbia?
Janko: Ecka.
Tatiana: Oh, in the Valley.
Yeah, I know Ecka well.
When I was a kid, my family used to go to, uh, Ecka Castle.
So did mine.
It's beautiful there.
So sad it b*rned down.
Oh, you must be confused.
It... the castle didn't burn down.
They just turned it into a resort for tourists.
Same thing.
Where are we going?
I... I picked this hostel because I wanted to be in the city.
I need your phone, your passport and your bag.
Why?
(Janko groans)
Tatiana: You do as we say.
Jamie: Wire's out.
All right, that's it. Light 'em up. Danny, we're taking the van right now. Danny.
Hold on. Wait a second.
We still got GPS?
Yeah.
Then we wait. Let me see if we can get a visual.
Car two, you still got eyes on our girl?
Hill: Yeah.
She looks okay... for now.
Baez: Roger that.
We're gonna see this operation through, kid, all right?
We got to let Eddie do her job.
Mr. Berry is on his way.
(quietly): Okay.
(Frank sniffles)
Woman: Commissioner Reagan, you can watch through the glass.
I'm staying with Sarah.
There's no protocol for that.
I'm staying, and if he so much as looks sideways at her, I'm pulling her out.
(feet shuffling on floor, metallic clinking)
Donald Berry-- Sarah Grant.
Commissioner Reagan, Miss Grant, I would like to thank you both for coming all this way to participate in this process.
Before we start, I just want you to know that I will never forgive you, never.
So if that's your purpose here, then we can just leave now.
Oh, I don't expect you to forgive me.
I don't forgive myself.
So you understand what you did?
I want you to look at these.
I'm getting married tomorrow, and my family won't be there.
My mom didn't help me pick out a dress.
My dad... won't get to walk me down the aisle.
And my brother-- his name was Steven.
Steven Evan Grant.
Look at him.
He was five years old, you pig.
You animal.
He didn't have a chance to do anything.
He didn't have a life.
And you're still sitting here, eating, watching TV, writing letters.
And I'm supposed to care that you're sorry?
After what you stole from us?
Who do you think you are?
You don't deserve to breathe air.
I know exactly what I was, Sarah, but that's not what I am now.
That's why I asked you here.
Go on, Donald, say what you came to say.
It was only when I was locked up that I was finally given a full psychiatric evaluation for the first time.
I was diagnosed as paranoid schizophrenic.
I was prescribed the proper medication.
And it's only when the voices in my head stopped that I realized the truly evil things that I'd done.
I couldn't handle it.
Commissioner, I dreamed the b*llet you fired hit three inches to the right, put me out of my misery.
I had the same dream.
But that's not what happened.
I saw the horrible things I'd done to your family.
It played over and over and over and over and over and over and over in my head.
It drove me crazy.
You should've k*lled yourself.
Oh, I tried.
It's what I deserved.
And I was so angry at the guards when they saved me.
For what?
What purpose? Why, why?
But there was a prison chaplain that... in the infirmary, and we started talking, and we talked.
And talked.
And something happened.
I found God, Sarah.
Or God found me.
I found a purpose.
And whatever's left of my life I've dedicated it to other prisoners in crisis.
And it's made me feel human again, and to know what it is to try to be a good person.
But I know the only person I can't save is you, Sarah.
And I'm so... dreadfully sorry for that.
If you're really sorry, you will try and k*ll yourself again.
And you'll get it right this time.
I think we're done here.
They stopped.
We got to get there.
Relax, we know where she is, okay?
Baez: 5-4 detectives requesting a 10-13 at 1399 Claremont.
We have a missing undercover at this location.
Jamie: We can't wait for backup, Danny.
You know what can happen in 30 seconds.
On our way to location. We're going in.
Roger that. Make sure you put your vests on.
We better get her out.
We'll get her out.
(indistinct conversations)
Take off your clothes, get on the bed.
Why?
(short chuckle)
Why do you think?
Wait.
I want to take a shower first.
I want to be clean for you.
Make it fast.
(door closes)
All right, you guys take the back entrance over there.
We'll go up front.
Come on, we got to move. Let's go.
I told you fast.
(shower running)
Janko: Why don't you join me?
(grunting)
Police. Police. Police. Police.
Get on the ground, right now. Now!
Get back against the wall, back up.
Right now.
(woman whimpering)
g*n!
(g*nshots)
(woman screams)
(grunts)
Cover me.
Yeah, I got you.
Police!
(man grunts, woman screams)
Police!
Eddie!
Jamie (muffled): Police, nobody move!
Get down, get down on the ground. Eddie?
Danny, what do you got?
Drop the g*n. Drop the g*n.
On the ground, right now. Get down on the ground.
Jamie: Eddie!
(whimpering)
Hey!
Show me your hands, show me your hands.
Get down on the ground.
(grunts)
Hands behind your back.
Back up against the wall.
Back up against the wall.
(sobbing)
They tried to kidnap me.
We're gonna help you. Stay put.
No, they r*ped me.
I said stay back.
Don't even think about it.
Eddie.
Hands off the g*n. Now.
Now.
(grunts)
This is the ringleader-- she was in the van.
Game's over, kucka.
Hands behind your head.
Now!
(crying)
Janko: Ana?
Good work.
(”Wedding March” plays)
Um... Sarah asked me to say a few words, so thank you in advance for indulging me.
I've known Sarah since she was six years old and I couldn't be happier-- or more proud of her-- than I am right now.
David.
You're a lucky guy.
Before I turn this show over to Father Barnes, I would like to take a moment to remember Sarah's father, Steven Grant, her mother, Elizabeth, and her brother, Steven Jr.
I know they're happy for Sarah today.
Barnes: Sarah, David, will you please join hands and face each other?
We are gathered here today to join this man and this woman in holy matrimony.