(indistinct chatter, shouting)
(siren wailing in distance)
It's time to end the abuse!
Stop police brutality! What do we want?!
Protestors: Justice!
When do we want it?
Protestors: Now!
What do we want?
Protestors: Justice!
When do we want it?
Protestors: Now!
I thought they were supposed to stay on the walkways.
They are, but they're looking for trouble.
And headlines. The right to protest, Eddie.
As American as apple pie and bitching about taxes.
But we're not the bad guys.
Preaching to the choir.
So is Reverend Potter.
We're sending a message to those in power!
Whose streets?
Protestors: Our streets!
Whose streets?
Protestors: Our streets!
Who's the other guy with the bullhorn?
That's Gerry Guerrero, civil rights attorney.
Suing the NYPD in half a dozen cases.
Not a favorite of the commissioner's.
Your people need to be over on the walkways, Reverend.
Uh, Officer, we have permits.
Not to block a government plaza.
These cars need to move in case of an emergency.
Folks, behind the barricade, please.
Man: What is going on here?
Back up! Back up! Get behind Hey, is someone videotaping this? the barricade!
(overlapping shouting)
Janko: Get behind the barricade!
Hey! No! Back up! Get behind the barricade!
What is going on here? Is someone recording this?!
Janko: Back up!
What about our rights?
Janko: Back up!
Ma'am, you can't be here right now.
You need to be back behind the barricades.
I want to join the group.
This is a government plaza.
It's off-limits right now.
You guys have to be back...
The group is right here. back behind the barricades.
Please...
(indistinct shouting)
Hey. Excuse...
Hey, slow down!
(bystanders gasping, chattering)
Hey! Sir!
Sir!
Sir. Hey, talk to me.
Call a bus. We need a bus...
This man needs immediate medical attention. You see that?
Dude just belted that dude for no reason.
No, that's not what happened. He was about to run into a woman and a kid.
You saw, right, Eddie?
No, I was over there.
Guerrero: Officer, I need to see your badge number and your name.
Reagan?
That's your name? You're Reagan?
"Footsteps on an empty street, who you think you gonna meet? Science dropped when my nine popped, I tanned that G on the back of his head, then I sparked his ass twice, made sure he was dead."
(laughter)
Your Honor, all due respect to Ms. Reagan's rapping skills, we object. She's quoting from a hit song my client wrote, not a confession.
Erin: Your Honor, it's the same thing.
The defendant releases a song under the name Chuck McMurda, explicitly taking credit for the sh**ting of Anthony "Science" Reynolds on West 134th Street on February 2.
Haven't you ever heard of artistic license?
You're confusing the artist with the crime he's describing.
The defendant was in a dispute with the victim.
Witnesses place him in the vicinity of the sh**ting.
The g*n was found in his apartment.
Man: Someone else put it there. It's not just my client's prints on it.
There were details in that song that only the k*ller could have known.
Judge: Let's have a sidebar.
Approach.
Judge, allowing this in as evidence sets a dangerous precedent.
Ms. Reagan, I don't disagree.
What about the First Amendment?
No one is denying the defendant free speech.
We're just asking for the right to include as public admission of guilt in the case.
And without it, most of your evidence is entirely circumstantial. You have no witnesses, so you're using a song to try to tie the rest of your case together. I do need to see more, Ms. Reagan. Otherwise, I'm inclined to support the motion to dismiss this case before it goes to trial.
We're calling for a federal investigation.
The victim of this unprovoked as*ault is still unconscious in the intensive care unit.
We don't know how long he'll be there.
And for the record, the officer responsible is one Jamie Reagan.
(groaning, booing)
That's the brother of Detective Danny Reagan, who's been the subject of numerous brutality complaints himself.
Yeah. And both are the sons of the police commissioner. (groaning)
Ladies and gentlemen, this city used to have crime families called Bonanno, Gambino, (sounds of agreement) Colombo.
Well, now we have the Reagans!
(booing)
They're here.
You see it?
Yeah.
They're very good at what they do.
They're going after my family.
And getting your attention and getting under your skin, which is exactly what...
This is the freedom of speech we're sworn to protect?
I think we need to put out a neutral statement.
The rider's in the hospital with a skull fracture.
And even with the video from the government buildings, it's not clear what Jamie did.
He was protecting protestors who shouldn't have been in that area.
Potter and Guerrero are setting up for another lawsuit.
They're throwing crap against the wall to see if it sticks.
And based on that video they put out, some crap might stick.
Oh, they got ways of editing with those things. They make anyone look guilty.
Both of you, please take the earplugs out.
There's a lot of legitimate use of force questions nationally.
Us not taking this seriously isn't gonna make it go away.
So, what, we cave?
(sighs) Potter and Guerrero are right in one sense only: nobody gets to be above the law.
Turn it over to the DA, have IAB conduct a parallel investigation, no holds barred.
I don't see that I have a choice here, Sid.
Could be hard to get those horses back in the barn once we let 'em out.
I know that.
And that's all the press gets for now.
That's it?
Unless you want to say I hate my job.
♪ Blue Bloods 6x06 ♪
Rush to Judgment
Original Air Date on October 30, 2015
♪ ♪
They're waiting for you.
That's them.
Yes. How can I help you?
Ms. Reagan, could we speak to you in private?
Wh-What is this about?
We have evidence that affects the Chuck McMurda case.
I'm Alan Murtagh. This is my wife, Cynthia.
We drove down from Westchester for the hearing.
Charles is innocent.
He couldn't have done what you're accusing him of.
He was with us the night of the sh**ting.
Why didn't you come forward earlier?
He doesn't want anyone to know about us.
I'm sorry, who are you?
We're his parents.
Nothing our son says about himself is true.
He's as white as we are.
I don't understand.
He made up this myth about himself.
He grew up in the suburbs, not the ghetto.
And began lying about where he was from.
We thought it was just rebellion.
When he was 12, he told us he'd... always felt more black than white.
Trans-whatever.
It doesn't seem so extreme these days.
Now he's got the record company encouraging him to put these lies to music.
They've kept him away from us.
They're paying for his lawyer.
Alan, Cynthia, your son... is accused of m*rder.
He bragged about it in a song.
He's just trying to sell records.
Or however you make money now.
He was with us, celebrating my birthday the night of this m*rder.
Then why wouldn't he offer you as an alibi?
Because he's ashamed.
He told me he would find someone with more...
"street cred" to cover for him.
But now that it's getting all this publicity, we knew we had to get involved before he hurts his own cause.
Can you prove that he was with you that night?
He made us delete all the photographs.
So it's just your word?
(door shuts)
This a good time?
Yeah. We still got 15... no, 18 minutes till it starts.
What starts?
The restored print of Chinatown. It's playing at that art house off of Fourth Avenue.
That's not why I came out here.
I know why you came out here.
That's why I'm thinking movie.
Otherwise, you made the trip for nothing.
So you won't even listen?
If you haven't seen Chinatown on the big screen, you haven't seen it.
I got my modified assignment, Dad.
Clearly, I know that.
Eight-hour tours with all the other broken toys watching video monitors at housing projects.
What's that about?
It was the Chief of Department's decision, not mine.
Well, it's insult to injury.
It is what it is.
Do you want me to start pulling strings for you?
No, but this feels like I'm getting extra lashes for appearance's sake.
Well, you're not.
And would an average police officer feel free to come in here and complain?
No, but...
Well, then let's just stop right here, okay?
I-I don't want special treatment, but I don't want to get turned into a political football by Guerrero and Potter.
You are my son, but you're also a member of this department.
And we have a whole system set up to prove guilt or innocence.
If we ask other people to trust it, we have to do the same.
I'm going to the movies.
I'd love you to come with.
My treat.
(ding)
Hey. What do we got?
Call came in about an hour and a half ago.
A law student named Diana Corning says she was r*ped by Gerry Guerrero.
Gerry Guerrero, the lawyer?
Who the hell called it in?
Patrol found her staggering around outside the Yates Hotel.
Guerrero's had a suite there since his divorce.
We know why she was staggering around?
Well, it'll take a while for the tox screen results to come back, but signs are consistent with roofies.
She thinks Guerrero put something in her drink.
r*pe kit?
Done. Soreness and bruising.
Not definitive but not your typical night of rough sex.
We good to go?
Go ahead.
I just wanted to be part of the social justice movement.
You were at the demonstration earlier in the day?
Yes. It was so exciting.
I mean, it was terrible, how those cops reacted. (scoffs)
And then you went back to Mr. Guerrero's hotel after that?
W... well, a lot of us went to discuss the next rally.
And then I...
I looked around and... and everyone else was gone.
And the wall was moving.
You think Mr. Guerrero put something in your drink?
Wh-When I came to, I was...
I was naked on the bed, and he... he-he was... on top of me...
...raping me.
Did he say anything while he was doing it or afterwards?
Diana: No.
Gerry's not what he pretends to be.
He says he's for the People, but he treated me like a piece of meat.
They look familiar?
I don't know who this is.
I don't know who any of these people are.
Straight from the hood, yo.
Look, I don't care where you were born.
I don't care if you're black or white.
All I care about is the m*rder of Anthony Reynolds.
So now you're going after my client's Fifth Amendment rights along with his First Amendment rights?
I'm not asking him to incriminate himself.
I'm asking him to tell the truth.
My record speaks for itself.
That's cute.
And if that's true, then you're admitting that you're guilty of m*rder.
And if it's not, then you're just afraid that the truth will wreck your image.
Chuck, we're done here.
(phone buzzing)
They've got absolutely no case.
See, Mr. Peters is being paid by the record company, so let me give you the facts of life straight up, Chuck.
Rap on, lawyer lady.
See, your song has details that only the k*ller would've known, so if you didn't do it, then somebody told you how it went down.
That makes you a material witness to a homicide.
Yo, this is wack.
I'm outta here.
If you cooperate, we can work out a deal on the g*n possession charge.
If you don't, then I will have you subpoenaed and brought before a grand jury.
And if you don't answer their questions, I will ask the judge to hold you in contempt and send you to Rikers.
For real?
(phone buzzing)
Yo, Ron, can she do that?
Sorry, Chuck, I gotta take this.
You should clear your calendar.
We're going to find out just how tough you really are.
♪ ♪
(chirping)
Guerrero: What the hell is this?
This is yours, I believe, counselor, and this is a warrant to search the premises.
On what possible basis?
We're treating this as a crime scene.
(laughs) Can you check the bedroom, bathroom.
Oh, this is a remarkable piece of good fortune, Detective Reagan.
I don't know what the hell you're talking about.
Ah, sure you don't.
You just happen to raid my room right after I criticize your family.
Even by Reagan standards, that's pretty flagrant payback.
You keep telling yourself that.
You know what, your old man must be slipping, 'cause he used to be much more subtle.
Whatever history there is between you and my old man has nothing to do with why we're here now.
Oh, I know why you're here.
Because I dared to tell the truth about how you people operate.
Right.
Baez: Reagan.
What do you got?
Roofies, handcuffs, and a riding crop.
That's not all my stuff.
Not all of it? Just some of it, maybe?
Okay, you know what, I'm not saying a thing.
I need to make a phone call.
Any lawyer who represents himself has got a fool for a client.
Couldn't agree with you more.
Hey...
Gerry Guerrero, you are under arrest, sir.
Oh, come on.
Somebody get him some clothes.
(siren chirping)
Jamie: Hey.
Hey, Jamie, wh-what are you doing here?
I thought that you had a VIPER detail.
I stopped by to get the study guide for the sergeant's exam.
Figured I'd make this time work for me.
Where you going, all dressed up?
I just got...
I just called by the prosecutor on your case to talk to them.
Jamie, uh, what do you want me to say?
Uh, well, just say what you saw.
What else would you do?
Well, I don't think you want me to do that.
Why not?
We've always been on the same side, and I... will always have your back, but what I saw didn't look good for you.
What do you mean?
Eddie, I didn't do anything wrong.
Well, then try to understand...
I-I got to look out for myself as well.
Yeah, well, do what you have to do, I guess.
I'm sorry.
I'm late, I'm late to get there and...
I got to go, okay?
Reverend Potter, sir.
You've got five minutes.
Quite a leak you've sprung around here.
How's that?
All these stories about Gerry's arrest.
Gerry's framing, arrest.
You had it right the first time.
And we released the arrest report in response to media requests after your press conference, Reverend.
The handcuffs? The riding crop?
Those were cheap sh*ts and you know it.
They were all facts contained in the arrest report.
That being said, I did not authorize the release of all those facts.
That message will be passed down the chain of command.
Too little too late.
And you accuse me of cheap sh*ts when he compared my family to gangsters?
That was Gerry's analogy.
Yeah, well, I must've missed the part where you walked it back.
You wouldn't be putting out all these salacious, irrelevant details if you had a real case.
This woman's story is made of cardboard.
That's for a jury to decide, not me.
I saw how she was hanging all over Gerry at the protest.
Everyone did.
And they're prepared to testify.
Oh, if your people had such a good a view, why aren't any of them cooperating with the investigators?
I'll tell you what.
You investigate this woman for the scam artist she really is and we'll think about making witnesses available who could help your son's case.
A quid pro quo to corrupt an investigation?
No, thanks.
When this case is over, we'll sue the NYPD for slander and brutality.
We'll have your sons' shields and your own.
And with a minute 30 to spare.
I want to hand it to you people.
'Cause this is probably the phoniest set-up since the invasion of Iraq.
Really? So, somebody else put the roofies in your bathroom?
You think I look like someone who needs...
Gerry, please.
No, they were not my dr*gs.
I don't even know how they got there.
They were probably planted by Miss Diana.
Danny: Yeah.
She roofied herself?
Come on.
She's obviously part of the setup.
Baez: The hospital did a r*pe kit.
You know they're going to find your DNA either in her or on her.
All right...
All right, cut to the chase.
I had sex with her.
Danny: Great. Now we're talking.
But it was totally consensual.
So you were in a relationship?
Not exactly.
The first time I laid eyes on her was at the rally yesterday.
She told me she was getting a law degree, she wanted to help out with the cause.
I'll bet you get that a lot.
What, you think you guys are the only ones who have groupies?
Yes, she was unusually forward.
Especially after she came back to the hotel room with me.
Hello.
Where you gave her a drink first?
I gave her what she wanted-- vodka.
I didn't put anything in it.
Can you explain her bruises?
She wanted it rough.
Uh, some women do.
I'm totally not into that.
At any point, did she lose consciousness or ask you to stop?
No and no.
In fact, the only thing I'm probably guilty of is a lapse of judgment.
For not being able to see through the obvious entrapment.
Who do you think is setting you up?
Oh, come on.
It's you guys.
In fact, that bitch was probably on the NYPD payroll to hope with the vendetta.
And what vendetta might that be?
Come on, Detective Reagan, don't play dumb.
There's been a lot of bad blood between your father and me for years.
And now you're carrying his water.
Guerrero: It's really beautiful of all you to show up at my coming out party.
I'd like to thank the judge for granting bail, and seeing through this blatant police ruse!
(crowd cheers)
It is no secret that Gerry and I have been running afoul of the Reagan mob for a long time.
(crowd murmurs agreement)
When Frank Reagan had his minions violate the sanctity of a house of worship in our community, we asked for accountability.
(crowd murmurs agreement)
When an unarmed citizen went out a window with Danny Reagan standing behind him, we asked for accountability.
(crowd murmurs agreement)
Right?
And just yesterday, an innocent bystander was put in the hospital by Officer Jamie Reagan.
Again, we asked for accountability.
(cheers)
And Commissioner Reagan had his foot soldiers arrest Gerry for daring to speak the truth.
(jeering)
But it's not going to work, is it?!
Hell no!
(angry shouts)
Hell no!
So what time is it, people?
It's time for them to go.
Commissioner Reagan must resign and take the rest of his corrupt kin with him.
Crowd (chanting): Reagan must go! Reagan must go!
Louder!
Reagan must go!
Reagan must go!
Let him hear you!
Reagan must go! Reagan must go!
Let him hear you!
Across the country!
Reagan must go!
Reagan must go!
Let him hear you!
Reagan must go! Reagan must go!
One more time!
(on video): Hey! Hey! Yo, yo.
(people shouting, clamoring)
Yo, yo! Stop!
What are you doing, man?
Okay, that's not what happened.
You telling us to believe you and not our lying eyes?
It's just one angle.
The camera isn't showing you everything.
Thank you, Mr. Hardin, but that question was for your client.
The clip doesn't show what led up to the collision.
He was about to crash into a woman with a child.
Who no one else happened to see?
They were there.
Have you interviewed all the other witnesses?
We interviewed your partner who does not concur with your account.
What? No, that's because...
She's saying that because her view was blocked.
She also spoke to us about an earlier incident where you overreacted with excessive force because you were trying to protect her.
I'm sure that's not how she put it.
The incident is-is in our notes.
She spoke about it candidly.
Look...
Officer Reagan came in, over my objection, because he wanted to proffer and clear up the record as soon as possible.
Then let's be clear.
The process has been working well for Officer Reagan and his family for a long time.
Hasn't it?
What are you getting at?
Your brother has beaten numerous excessive force complaints while your father's been police commissioner.
Maybe you think you're invulnerable as well.
I'm not looking for a whitewash; all I want's a fair shake.
Fair shake's exactly what you're gonna get, my friend.
This office operates independently from the police department.
Your sister may work here, but having the Reagan name is not the same as a "get out of jail free" card.
I'm thinking you're the one who's looking to make a name for yourself.
Check yourself before you wreck yourself, Officer.
That Teflon shield that's protecting you is wearing thin.
The only shield I asked for is the one on my chest.
I'm guessing this interview's over.
♪ ♪
Excuse me.
How did it go?
It wasn't the Spanish Inquisition, but not for lack of trying.
That bad, huh?
Eddie, they said you wouldn't back me up.
Jamie, I told you, I wasn't in a position to see anything.
They said you brought up that guy that I whaled on, the guy who put hands on you.
They said that I brought that up?
Yeah, how else would they know?
Because they had the file.
Jamie, I can't believe that you think that I'd sell you out.
I don't know what to believe.
You said that you needed to look out for yourself-- maybe you think being tied to me is gonna sink your career.
Then here's what I really think.
Maybe we need to change things up.
If you really believe that I would turn on you that easily, then maybe you need a partner that you can trust.
Eddie.
Diana's grand jury day.
You got the memo, right?
No more talking to the press about the Guerrero case.
I never said anything in the first place.
Did you?
No. Though I know a lieutenant who got called out on the carpet for taking it too far.
(beep)
Diana, Detective Reagan and Baez here to take you to court.
Oh, you looking for Diana Corning?
Yeah.
You know her?
She's hard to miss.
She moved out.
She what?
When?
Last night.
She was only here a month.
Didn't have much to pack-- just threw it in the town car that came to pick her up.
She leave a forwarding address or phone number?
Nope. Gone like the wind.
She took back her security deposit, but left dishes in the sink.
We're gonna need the name and number of your management company, all right?
I'll get it for you.
Our main witness disappears the night before her grand jury testimony.
You think she was spooked by the media stories?
(sighs) Or maybe she planned to disappear all along.
♪ ♪
(door closes)
Looks like you're having a hard time on Rikers.
You know how it is.
First day a couple of dudes have to try you.
Did all right.
I heard your lawyer dropped you.
That's life, shorty.
Easy come, easy go.
Chuck, let's get real.
Your parents are trying to help you, and so am I.
(laughs): Yeah, right.
No one wants to see you behind bars for a m*rder you didn't commit.
Only thing better than street cred is prison cred.
We both know that you can't do real time.
Once exposed, you are gonna be the busiest punk in the state system, servicing everyone.
Really?
It was just a song.
Why you doing me like this?
Because someone really d*ed, and you know who k*lled him.
Don't ask me to snitch.
It was a friend of yours, wasn't it?
He was looking out for me.
He's not looking out for you now, if he's letting you go to prison for him.
(chuckles): You don't understand.
I need a name, Chuck.
No way.
He gave me that song; I gave him my word.
Was it just that one song, or was it an ongoing business arrangement?
I can't talk about that.
I'll have no name left.
Then I guess we have nothing to discuss.
You know...
...he'll k*ll me if I give him up.
Grandpa, you need some help?
Henry (in distance): No, no, I'm okay.
Jack, the ear things.
Sorry.
Thank you.
Danny: You know, when we were your age, we actually listened to good music, but we didn't do it all day long.
You couldn't.
You'd have to carry a record player around.
No.
We had cassette players.
What's a cassette?
Never mind.
I think some music at the dinner would be nice.
You know, in the background.
Pop, how's it coming?
Here I am.
Nicky, I've got nothing against listening to music during dinner, but then, see, we'd all have to agree on what to listen to.
Henry: By the time we all agree, it would be tomorrow morning.
No, let the roast set for a bit before you start carving.
Why?
'Cause I said so.
Frank: Wow.
I haven't gotten that one in years.
(chuckles)
But you're still giving it out.
What? Your modified assignment?
Well, yeah.
Danny: Get used to it, kid.
Comes with the territory.
What are we talking about here?
Jamie got jammed up.
His assignment is the equivalent of watching paint dry.
Frank: I told you, that assignment does not cross my desk.
Fact remains I'm jammed up probably 'cause of my last name, and the punishment is also worse 'cause of my last name.
Henry: Your dad had a taste of that same medicine when I was PC.
All the more reason to correct it.
No, all the more reason to just bite that b*llet.
Frank: There's an upside to being a cop named Reagan, so inevitably, there's a downside.
Frank: Yeah. I mean, do you really want to be explaining how you just happened to pull modified duty work in the Ranger game at the Garden?
No, but... (sighs)
No buts.
Pop, the roast looks beautiful, but it would look better in slices on our plates.
The juices need to be absorbed.
Just let's say grace, and then you can carve.
Erin: Who wants to say grace?
I'll say grace.
Lord, thank you for making us all Reagans.
Because here in New York, being a Reagan is the greatest gift Thy could bestow...
All right.
♪ ♪
Bless us, O Lord, (others join in): and these thy gifts which we are about to receive from thy bounty, through Christ, our Lord. Amen.
Hey, what do we got?
So far nothing on the company that paid Diana's rent.
I'm thinking it was a shell corporation.
Like half the properties in New York these days.
Everyone's got something to hide.
Anything else on Diana's background?
She was married twice by the time she was 30.
The first, a marriage of convenience to get the husband citizenship.
Was she getting paid?
I could think of worse reasons.
Nothing on where she is now, though.
Nothing on her social media?
No. She told Guerrero she was a committed social activist, and the only Web site I'm finding her picture on is a sugar daddy Web site.
Well, that's a form of social activism.
You check the married names?
One down, one to go.
Well, I'm betting on lucky number two.
You never forget your second spouse.
Look at that.
Here we go.
Diana Bellerow.
She's working as a paralegal under his last name.
Diana.
We missed you before, so I came to pick you up.
That's so nice.
But I don't think I have to talk to you.
Then how about I slap some cuffs on you and haul you out of here in front of all your colleagues?
What would you charge me with?
Oh, maybe we'll start with falsely reporting an incident and take it from there.
Oh, good luck proving it.
I filed a report and decided not to follow up.
Happens all the time.
You sound so sure of yourself.
Getting my law degree next year.
Does this firm pay for law school?
My partner dug up the records.
We know you started working here right after this firm was cut out of a $6 million discrimination settlement by Guerrero and Potter.
So...?
So it's pretty damn obvious you were helping set Guerrero up as revenge for the firm getting elbowed out of the big money.
Or was it just laying the groundwork for a shakedown?
Circumstantial case at best.
You're wasting your breath.
And my time.
You're not in the clear by a long sh*t, Diana.
You're so sweet to look in on me...
(whispers): but not that scary.
(indistinct chatter)
(chatter quiets)
(whispering): Wait here and keep your eyes open.
♪ ♪
The mountain comes to Mohammad.
What's on your mind, Commissioner?
You have something I want-- now I have something you want.
I know what you want.
You want a way to help clear your son, and you think I have that.
That's right.
But I don't.
My gut says you do.
And what could you possibly have that I'd want?
A way to clear Guerrero.
You can undo what you've done? How?
r*pe's a serious charge, and even with those charges dropped, a cloud is gonna hang over him.
Tell me something I don't know.
Well, the spotlight that shined on Guerrero could be turned on this accuser.
As the two of you found out, it burns hot and bright.
Maybe even enough to make the clouds go away.
Could be.
Is this an admission?
Only in the sense that I know where the light switch is.
I thought you were above quid pro quos.
Well, I would never look the other way on a criminal complaint, but now that it's gone?
So, you help vindicate Gerry if I help vindicate your boy?
Not help, no.
All I want is access to witnesses that will tell the truth, and evidence that could show another side.
I am prepared to let the chips fall.
Wow.
(chuckles)
I've been waiting a long time for this.
Frank Reagan coming to me hat in hand.
I don't wear hats.
Well, the price for my cooperation is a civilian oversight position with your department's training program.
You're overplaying your hand, Reverend.
Am I?
You wouldn't give up a finger of your grip to save your own son?
I don't have power.
The office does.
And the department and its reputation are not mine to give up.
If you think there's wiggle room there, you don't understand the first thing about me.
I used to want your respect.
Not anymore.
Well, you got what you want.
Good-bye, Reverend.
Erin: In your own words, how did this deception start?
I didn't think of it as deception.
I never got along with what I guess you'd call my family of origin.
I didn't belong in that house.
I felt... like I was never really one of them.
Did you start associating with street gangs instead?
I began hanging out 'cause we had the music in common.
They became my, like, real family.
Even though my genetic history is not African, I identify with the struggle in the streets.
So it was natural for me to...
I guess you would say, "appropriate" the identity.
Can you tell us how this led to the events on February 2nd when Anthony "Science" Reynolds was m*rder*d?
I had a beef with Science because he called me out as a fake.
(door opens)
When he threatened me, one of my friends had to step up to defend me.
Erin: When you say he defended you, what do you mean?
I mean, he got rid of the thr*at.
Is it your understanding that this friend of yours m*rder*d Anthony Reynolds?
Yes.
And how did you learn this?
My friend told me when he brought the g*n to my house afterwards.
Objection. Hearsay.
This qualifies under the exception, Your Honor.
I'll allow it for now, Ms. Reagan.
Can you tell us the name of this friend of yours?
You do know that you're still under oath?
(voice breaking): I do.
Can you answer the question then, please?
Your Honor, can we approach?
Ms. Reagan, what's going on?
It is our understanding that the man who entered the courtroom is Thomas Miller.
Mr. Murtagh was about to name him as the actual sh**t, but now he's too intimidated to continue.
Do we need to take a break to deal with this?
We already have a warrant for his arrest, based on statements that Mr.
Murtagh made to our office.
I think a break would be good.
Okay.
We're going to take a brief recess to take care of business.
Yo, I'm sorry T, man.
They're making me.
You a dead man.
(gallery gasping)
This is how you do me?
Officers?
Officers!
(indistinct shouting)
(gavel banging)
Get off me! Get off of me!
Order in the court!
I got g*ons on these streets.
They're gonna get you.
Watch your back!
Watch your back!
You're dead!
Your mom's dead!
Everybody's dead!
I'm gonna get you!
(indistinct shouting)
(sniffles)
Police! All right, step away from your desks, please!
May I have your hand off the computer?
Detective Reagan, what is going on?
We got a warrant to seize every computer in the place, Reverend.
Are you kidding?
You've overstepped by a country mile.
We have reason to believe you're in possession of material relevant to a criminal investigation.
What is your probable cause?
All those new videos of the bike crash you just posted to YouTube.
We thought we'd take a look at them and see if we can find something you missed.
A judge signed this warrant, but I see your father's hand in this.
You wouldn't be acting without his approval.
We got two ways we can play it, Reverend. You can help us find what we're looking for, or we're gonna go through every single piece of information you got here.
Gerry was right.
Frank Reagan is a gangster.
I'll let him know you're impressed.
(footsteps approaching)
Congratulations.
What's up?
He's off the hook for now.
His family pulled some strings.
I don't know what you're talking about.
A Detective Danny Reagan happened to turn up a video from Reverend Potter's office showing the officer protecting a mother and a child from the bike rider.
I told you that from the start.
The rider's getting out of the hospital later today, and he's not pressing charges.
I take it we are free to go?
Funny how it always works out for the Reagans, isn't it?
I went to law school, too, Counselor.
I don't really get your move here.
If you think my family wields power this way, why would you be insulting us as you try to move up the ladder?
(loud crowd chatter)
Officer Reagan.
Back at it, I see.
Reverend, you've got your job, and I've got mine.
Give your father my regards.
What was that about?
Kind of a reverse salute.
Hey, Jamie, there's something I want to say to you.
It's all good.
We got it cleared up with the DA's office.
No, it's-it's not that. I...
I'm really sorry about what I said.
When you said maybe I should get a partner I can trust?
(sighs)
Hey.
I already got a partner I can trust.
You want to keep things how they are?
I still got your back.
Potter: What do we want?
Crowd: Justice.
When do we want it?
Crowd: Now!
Here we go again.
Potter: What do we want?
Crowd: Justice!
Potter: When do we want it?
Crowd: Now!
What do we want?
Justice!
When do we want it?
Now!
Ah.
Thank you.
Thanks.
You're welcome.
What are you in the mood for?
An apology from you.
I don't think that's on the menu.
Maybe it's the special.
How about I go first?
Meaning, then I apologize?
Yeah.
Some of the details of our investigation following Ms. Corning's accusations against you were leaked to the press by my department.
I regret the action and the consequences, and the people involved have been corrected.
Does corrected mean canned?
No. It means corrected.
And we have encouraged our friends in the press to cover your accuser and her motives as thoroughly as they did the false accusations against you.
That's your apology?
It sounds like a press release.
It's my apology.
Sounds like something Garrett...
It's my apology to a guy who accused both my sons of brutality, and who likened me to a Mafia don.
I'm a loudmouth.
That's what I do.
You know that.
You don't go after my family.
They're cops.
They're my family... first.
So you saw fit to take a fire hose to a lit match?
Come on, Frank.
If we're gonna eat, we should order.
You know, most guys I'd think, "Gee, he's got a thin skin when it comes to matters surrounding his family."
I get that.
But I don't think that's what's going on here.
I think that you move your human traits around to what plays best for each given situation.
No, I can't tell you what to think.
You would have made a good lawyer, you know that?
I consider that an insult.
So, where's my apology?
Actually, I should be apologizing to the members of the Columbo and the Gambino family for comparing them to you.
Are you ready to order, Gentlemen?
Yes. He'll take the crow.
Humble pie for my friend.
Would you like me to come back?
No. Hold on.
(sighs)
The porterhouse for two?
Done.