The history of Irish cops in New York goes back 150 years.
The statue we're dedicating commemorates the Irish-American immigration history as told through 150 years of Irish men and women serving across the ranks of the NYPD.
And up the ranks.
Thank you for that, Madam President.
Man: And because that history is also tied to the DA's office, uh, we'd welcome your representatives at the ceremony itself.
While the district attorney could not attend today, he's assured me that he will be attending the ceremony.
For clearance purposes, we'll need a rundown of the attendees from your side who will be at the unveiling.
Fair enough. I'll get that to you this afternoon.
Well, President Sullivan, Chief Farrelly, it's a lovely gesture.
Gonna be a great day.
Thank you.
Lovely to meet you, Erin.
It's nice to meet you.
I'll see you at the ceremony.
You bet.
Frank: And how long are you going to be in New York?
Erin.
Chief Farrelly.
Uh, I have a favor.
My father was m*rder*d here in New York City back in 1974.
I'm so sorry.
Now, we immediately moved back to Ireland after that, but I was just wondering any chance you could give me what you have on his case?
Sure, I'll look into it for you.
Thanks.
Sure.
Sullivan: ... and then heading to Washington where I'm meeting with the president Friday afternoon.
Oh, well, anything I can do to help before you head down to Washington, please don't hesitate.
Garrett: Excuse me, Madam President, I need the commissioner, if you'll excuse us.
Sorry.
Mm.
Again, thanks.
We just got a call from the Nassau County Commissioner.
The FBI is in Little Neck Bay conducting a homicide investigation.
Word is there may be multiple victims dumped there.
(sighs) And?
The initial forensics point to our serial k*ller, Thomas Wilder.
(sighs)
Hey, do you believe in soul mates?
What do you mean?
The notion that... there's only one person for everyone.
Yeah, I guess so, why?
Because I read an article that said that statistically there's only one-and-a-half-billion chance that you'll ever actually meet that person.
I think you're over thinking it.
Dispatch: 15 Edward, be advised we have a white male armed with a machete at 512 East End Avenue.
There is a woman slashed at that location.
Any units on the back?
Central, this is 12 David. We're on the back.
(siren wails)
Sir, you don't want to do this!
Stand back!
(overlapping shouting)
Drop the Kn*fe, sir.
Get back! Get the hell back!
(panting): Drop the Kn*fe!
No, take it easy, all right?
Take it easy! Drop it!
Right there, stop!
(sobs)
(sirens chirp)
Get up. Get up. Come on.
Get back as far as you can.
(indistinct shouting)
Hey, take it easy. Why don't you just tell us what's up here, buddy.
She took my kid, man. She's trying to take my kid.
That's my son!
Woman: You'll never see him again!
(sobbing)
Get her out of here! Shut up!
Hey, no one's doing anything right now.
You hear me? No one's doing anything.
All right? You hear me?
(panting)
I got this. Everyone just back up.
Janko: Let's give him some space.
Let's step back, let's go.
Hey. Everyone get back.
Get back. Don't look at them.
Look at me.
You don't drop it right now, this isn't gonna end well, okay?
Everyone's scared here, everyone's jumpy.
You don't put the Kn*fe down right now, I'm afraid what's gonna happen to you.
(crying): She took my kids, man.
Jamie: Okay.
She took my son.
I hear you, but she's not dead.
You didn't k*ll anyone. Eddie, asp.
We don't want to hurt you, you understand?
We don't want to k*ll you.
(crying): She took my kid, I don't know.
Jamie: I'm your friend here, I'm being your friend here.
I don't know.
I'm listening.
(grunts)
(screams)
(grunting)
(loud grunt)
(Jaime panting)
You all right?
(panting): Oh, yeah.
You're okay.
(panting) All right.
(distant sirens, indistinct radio chatter)
Hey, you can't go in there.
The hell I can't.
NYPD.
Agent: Nassau County, it's not your place.
Yeah, but it's my case.
You're Danny Reagan.
Who the hell are you?
Adam Parker, FBI behavioral analyst.
Oh, you're a behavioral analyst?
Okay, well then you should realize that I'm pissed off.
Why the hell didn't you tell me you found another body?
We're not sure if it involves him yet.
But you did find another body.
Yes.
You can say that.
Danny: How many?
Parker: Nine so far.
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Original Air Date on April 15, 2016
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(indistinct radio chatter)
That was crazy.
That was just insane.
(chuckles) Yeah.
Wow.
Uh, Cormac Phillips.
Hey.
Hey, Jaime.
Reagan?
Yeah, it's that Reagan.
Oh, so you're Nicky's uncle?
How do you know Nicky?
She's, uh...
We're, um...
Oh.
Copy that.
See you around.
Garrett: Did you ever hear of the four by four breathing technique?
You inhale for four seconds, hold it for four seconds, and then let it out for four seconds.
It's supposed to be very calming.
For some people.
(door opens)
Alexander Clune, Special Agent in Charge.
Afternoon, gentlemen.
Thank you for coming.
I'm DCPI Moore, this is...
You're conducting a homicide investigation in my city without informing me.
Well, the bodies that we uncovered were over the border in Nassau County.
And what's that support? That Thomas Wilder buried his victims a couple of miles out so you wouldn't have to inform us?
There are rules governing jurisdiction that dictate procedure.
Well, here's your procedure: Thomas Wilder is wanted for murders in this city, in cases still open in this city.
We got a tip. We weren't even sure that it was credible.
That led to a dozen bodies, that sounds pretty credible to me.
You know, Commissioner, we're not done analyzing, but when we find something, you will be the first to know.
It is already been established that I will not be the first to know or even the fourth.
There's more than one jurisdiction involved in this.
We're talking about a serial k*ller who's m*rder*d in four states that we know of.
Now, we are more experienced in this area.
And we are more experienced in this area.
Sounds to me like we are in agreement here.
We'll make a joint investigation.
(chuckle)
Fellas, I don't take orders from you.
It's not an order, it's a valuable suggestion.
Right.
Or I could suggest it right over your head.
We can coordinate something.
We will coordinate everything.
That went well.
(sighs)
All right, let me know what you hear.
Parker: Detective Reagan.
I guess we're working together now.
I already got a partner.
I don't think you understand.
Two bodies in Jersey, three in Virginia, and one unconfirmed in Pennsylvania.
How many does that make?
We're looking at about 22 victims.
Initial examination on the bodies we found this morning indicate that they are not recent.
Well, that makes me feel a whole lot better.
But we think that he's back in New York.
Our last sighting, he took a train into Penn Station two weeks ago.
Good, make it much easier for me to find him.
(chuckles)
You're a type A personality.
Obsessive compulsive, extrovert, intuitive, judger.
You had me at type A.
I'm guessing you're thinking that a behavioral analyst should be sitting in a lab somewhere, not working a case in New York City.
Well, you said that, not me.
Well, I've worked a dozen serial k*ller cases in my career.
Must be tough to do when you're sitting behind a desk.
And I've solved a few. How about you?
Well, the only one that matters... is this one.
Patrick Farrelly got into a gunfight on July 2, 1974 with a James McGee.
Head of the Westies?
Yeah, turf w*r in Hell's Kitchen back in the bad old days when Hell's Kitchen was tenements and bars.
McGee sh*t Farrelly outside of a bar on 41st and Amsterdam.
Farrelly returned fire, they both got arrested.
Both charged with attempted m*rder.
Attempted m*rder?
Yeah, Farrelly took four b*ll*ts... and survived.
Wait, he's still alive?
He's alive and kicking.
He was convicted of racketeering and three counts of m*rder, and he's doing life in Sing Sing.
Okay, well, this is... not at all what I expected.
You probably shouldn't have volunteered to look into it for him.
Thanks for rubbing it in.
I'm just saying.
What am I supposed to say?
That your mother's been lying to you your entire life and your father's a gangster?
No, you don't.
You wait for him to go back to Ireland and then you send him an e-mail.
I can't do that.
Why not? If your father was a gangster, would you want to find out by e-mail?
My father was a gangster and I found out when I was 13.
Your father's a gangster?
Well, a bookie. Tony "The Bat."
And guess what he liked to use on people who didn't pay up.
(sighs)
Anyway, the point is that I got over it, and I even became a cop, but-but we don't know how this guy is gonna react to that, and the fact that his dad is still alive?
I say we don't find out.
No, I-I...
I have to tell him to his face.
Of course you do.
Well, what's that supposed to mean?
It means, as Tony "The Bat" would say, you always step up to the plate.
(sighs)
The guy was hopped up on something.
He was insane, so he had this huge Kn*fe.
As soon as I got to the scene, I thought, this guy's a dead man.
But your uncle... took him down with no injuries.
Yeah, Uncle Jaime's always been the one with the most patience.
Watching him...
I was just pumped.
Then what?
Oh, when it was all over, we introduced ourselves.
I told him about us.
Wait, what?
You told him we're going out?
Well, I tried to dodge, but he guessed.
Please tell me you're kidding.
Did you want me to lie?
I wanted you not to volunteer anything.
Why, are you embarrassed of me or something?
Okay, it's just... they're totally overprotective.
You don't know my family.
He's in an escalation period.
He's not only k*lled more women, but the cooling off period has shortened.
And I think he's up to something bigger.
Yeah, but what?
I think he wants a bigger stage.
Doctor: Reagan.
Hey, Doc.
Thanks for coming down.
Do you know how many cops I actually come down to the precinct to see?
If it was any more than me, I'd be jealous.
What do you got?
Hopefully now you can stop calling my cell phone every five minutes.
Were you able to I.D. the bone fragments from the boat expl*si*n?
The remains belong to Wilder's mother.
That sick son of a bitch blows up his own mother.
I think that'd be obvious.
He did it because he thought she cooperated with you.
No, what's obvious is that he's a complete maniac.
You got anything on the other bodies?
I conferred with the Nassau County Medical Examiner, and the victims are all consistent with Thomas Wilder's pattern.
Blunt force trauma, manual strangulation, sex postmortem, posed.
Any I.D.s yet?
They're running dental records now.
Thanks for coming down, Doc.
The call from the tip line about the location of the bodies was made from a throwaway phone purchased at Tech Jungle on 48th and Columbus.
They got to have surveillance cameras down there, come on.
She's the only girl, she's the first grandchild.
I think we're just trying to make sure...
That she doesn't grow up.
That she's making the right choices.
And dating a cop is not the right choice?
No.
Maybe it is. I don't know. (chuckles)
Well, cops are hot.
(groans) And he seemed like a very nice guy to me.
He better be.
See? There you go again.
How old is Nicky?
19.
Please let me put this into perspective.
At 19, I dated over a half-a-dozen guys.
There was a drummer, there was a camp counselor with a six-pack-- beer, not abs-- a baseball jock.
He had the homerun record.
Enough said there.
And literally the guy who lived next door to me.
The point is, dating a guy is very normal for a young woman, okay?
We're not crazy.
Yeah, you are.
Punch in a little closer.
Little more.
That's him.
Yup, he paid cash, and the phone was inactive ever since the tip came in.
(phone ringing)
Reagan.
Hello, Detective.
Wilder.
Run a trace on this.
You've been busy trying to find me.
Let me tell you something, I am gonna find you.
You've had months to find me, Detective.
And because of your ineffectiveness, unfortunately, now someone else has to die.
What do you say me and you get together, have a little talk.
Just you and I.
You insult me.
Wilder, listen to me.
Please hold.
Wilder.
Hi.
Hi.
Um, I'm just wondering, is that a Pomeranian?
Woman: Uh, yeah, it is.
Wilder: She's so cute.
Woman: Thank you.
Wilder: I've been thinking about getting one.
Hear they're super smart and affectionate.
Leave that girl alone.
Hey, get back on the phone!
Oh yeah, um, they're great.
And she just loves people.
Would you like to hold her?
Oh, if I may.
Yeah.
Wilder, don't do this.
Listen, I got to run.
Wilder! Hey! Hello?
(dial tone droning)
Hello!
Did you get anything?
Parker: Every time he calls here to talk to you, he puts himself at greater risk of being caught.
(quietly): Right.
He wants to please you.
So?
So let him.
You got a whole unit dedicated to analyzing and studying and figuring out maniacs like him.
Animals who hunt and k*ll people just for pleasure, and the best you can come up with is that he wants to please me?
You ever hear of Edmund Kemper, the Co-Ed k*ller?
(sighs) Sure, why?
He k*lled his mother, and shortly after that, he turned himself in.
He said that k*lling her allowed him to surrender.
Oh.
I get it now.
You think he's gonna turn himself in.
He may have.
But now his actions have become more erratic, more intensified since he k*lled his mother on that boat.
Good, 'cause I don't want him to stain his routine.
Well, I do, okay?
Because that is how we catch these guys.
22 people are dead.
I'm not waiting for him anymore.
Because you challenged him.
Now, he's dropping bodies at your feet like a damn retriever.
He's doing that because he's a serial k*ller.
That's what they do-- They k*ll people.
I wish you knew the first thing about human behavior.
And I wish you knew that that son of a bitch isn't human!
(sighs)
(phone ringing)
Reagan.
(quietly): Okay. Yeah.
They found another body.
(sighs)
Garrett: The FBI issued a press release with the latest victim's name-- Gabriella Moretti-- without informing us.
I've got a new name for our joint investigations: disjointed.
Special Agent Clune is here, sir.
Let's have him.
I know what you're gonna say.
No, I don't think you do.
It was an oversight.
Clearly, you have no oversight.
What is that supposed to mean?
That you're so anxious to jump claim, you are issuing releases on a case in our jurisdiction, and ahead of us.
Our objective was to get the information out as soon as possible.
To warn citizens about the fact that a serial k*ller is on the loose.
Tell me something, did you notify the family first?
I'm sure that we did.
No, you're not.
Look, in the midst of this, you want to talk about, what, manners?
This is NYPD headquarters, Agent Clune.
I do not need a tutorial in communicating with my city.
If I may.
The only thing you may do is share with me, right now, anything else you haven't shared.
DCPI Moore, are you gonna do your job here, and ask your boss to back off?
Not if I want to keep my job.
I tell you what, let me make it easy on you, let's just cancel the joint investigation, how's that?
That's not your call.
Well, you didn't want to do it in the first place, so it's a wash, right?
You can't just do that.
Oh, sure I can.
Just call it professional courtesy.
Just between us men.
What-what is this?
Everybody walks away happy.
Minute we have him, I'll sh**t you an e-mail.
Hi, thanks for coming down.
No, thank you, Erin.
Please have a seat.
So, I took a look at your father's case.
Turns out he was sh*t in a turf w*r over a neighborhood that, at the time, was controlled by the mob.
Hell's Kitchen.
Yes.
He survived.
Well, I don't understand.
He was sh*t four times, rushed to St. Vincent's, and he recovered.
So he's not dead?
He's in prison.
(chuckles) Well, that must be a mistake.
He's been in prison for almost 40 years for attempted m*rder, m*rder and racketeering.
Racketeering?
Your father was the top lieutenant in the Irish mob.
My mother told me that he was m*rder*d in that sh**t-out.
Maybe she was trying to protect you.
The prison is upstate.
I'm happy to arrange for you to meet.
No, no.
I'm sorry.
Well, uh, thank you for looking into this, Erin I appreciate that.
Got to be the same girl from the phone call.
You see what he's doing, right?
He's trying to get inside your head by sharing this experience with you, but if we get inside his head, it'll be easier to find him.
You can waste your time trying to get inside his head.
The only way to find him is to up the game.
Detective Reagan. I got nothing for you.
I've got something for you.
A message from Thomas Wilder.
This came to the newsroom to my attention.
"Danny Reagan is not a good detective.
He can't even protect helpless women."
Now do you have a comment?
Henry: Remember how we caught the Son of Sam, Francis?
Parking ticket.
Ted Bundy got caught running a stop sign.
Maybe that's how you get Wilder.
Well, most criminals are stupid, Jack.
They make stupid mistakes.
Now Wilder, he's...
You know, maybe we should talk about something else.
How about we talk about Nicky's new cop boyfriend.
Linda: Sean!
That's what you said.
Nicky: It's fine.
I know it's the elephant in the room.
Thank you for that, Uncle Jaime.
Hey, it's no big deal.
Apparently it is to you guys.
Sure you've already checked him out.
Not me.
Mom's already tried to nonchalantly ask about him about five times. I asked once.
You're all freaked out, which is pretty ironic, considering that five out of the nine people around this dinner table are in law enforcement.
I'm not freaked out.
I'm freaking out just a little bit.
(chuckles) A cop.
Really?
What's wrong with dating a cop?
Nothing, as long as you know what you're getting into.
You know, the constant worry.
Exactly.
Crazy hours. The high pressure.
The mental, physical toll.
High divorce rate.
Okay, this is why I don't tell you guys anything.
We're not getting married, we're not getting tattoos. (chuckles)
We're dating, as you old people call it.
Danny: Even just dating a guy in the uniform, it's not like dating a regular person, with a regular job, which is stressful enough.
It's a cop, I mean, that's...
Dating them is impossible.
You guys make it work.
Almost a deal breaker for your grandma.
I didn't know that.
Yeah, she was petrified the job would make her a widow.
I used to tell your mother I had a desk job.
She finally realized I was lying when I got sh*t on duty.
Linda: You know, it's a lot harder than it looks, to see the love of your life go off to work knowing that, because of that job, there's always a chance that he might not come back.
And these days, just putting the uniform on, you're a target.
Then why do you do it?
Well, if I had it to do over again... You'd still be a cop.
You're right.
I loved every minute of it.
Linda: Well, I, for one, do not want to see Jack and Sean become cops.
Jack: Mom, Seriously?
Danny: Oh, all right.
It's just not worth it.
For what?
Chance to really help people.
The integrity, Linda.
And honor.
And all the good deeds we do.
Exactly.
But aren't you too young to be dating anyway?
Yes. I'm 19 years old, Uncle Danny.
Danny: Well, you'll always be a seven-year-old girl in my eyes.
You know, my granddaughter's growing up.
She's almost an adult, so I'm just gonna butt out.
Thank you, Grandpa.
You sent a message back to him for God's sake?
You said he's pushing my buttons.
Well, now I'm pushing his.
You called him a mama's boy, misogynistic.
That was not smart.
That's what he is.
He likes to humiliate women to show his dominance.
Well, now he's being humiliated.
And he's losing control.
(phone ringing)
He's not the only one.
Reagan.
I know what you're trying to do, Detective.
But using my mother to try to get to me?
That's a very bad thing to do.
That's messing with my family.
Well?
Your mommy used to humiliate you, didn't she?
She abused you, she made you feel worthless.
Beautiful wife.
Two handsome boys.
Now that your mom's gone, who are you gonna k*ll these women for, huh?
But when you mess with my family, that means I have to mess with yours.
It's over for you.
It's not over until I say so.
I'll tell your family you said hello.
He's making his move.
(drawer opens, then slams)
You coming?
(elevator bell dings)
I'm sorry your father's case didn't turn out as you expected.
I'm fine, Erin, really. I've accepted it.
Well, apparently, he hasn't.
Wait, you spoke to him?
He thought not saddling you with the knowledge of who he really was was the best gift he could've given you.
Well, I don't know any father that could resist having a relationship with their son.
Me either.
Yeah, well, mine could, as it turns out.
Well, not as it turns out.
He asked for my help to get a court order to come down here.
Here?
He's in the conference room.
I can't just...
Your father's spent 40 years in Sing Sing.
He's paid for his crimes.
Warden said he's been a model prisoner.
That's the only reason they didn't object to him coming down here.
Do you really want to back not hearing what he has to say?
Telling him how you feel?
I wouldn't know what to say.
Maybe just listen.
People think you're a badass.
I think you're just a big softy.
(chuckles) Don't tell anyone.
(sirens wailing)
(tires screech)
Linda!
Linda!
Linda!
(sighs)
Linda (outside): Good boy. Watch him.
Easy.
Oh, guys...
(panting) Danny.
What's wrong?
Nothing.
You okay?
Yeah, everything's good.
Are you okay?
Everyone's good?
Yeah.
What's going on?
Nothing, everything's fine.
Why'd he lie? He never lies.
He said he's going after my family.
He always does what he says.
Maybe he was just trying to scare you.
Guys like Wilder, they don't usually break their MO.
(quietly): His MO.
18 to 22 year old females.
(sighs)
Danny, what?
Nicky, it's Nicky.
Stay here with them, it's my niece, Nicky.
What's going on?
(quietly): It's okay.
(tires squealing)
Hey, I'm Reagan, where's Nicky?
We haven't been able to locate her yet.
Her roommate said she left about a half hour ago to do laundry.
Laundry, where's the laundry?
Across the hall.
Down there?
Yeah.
But he's not there!
Get out of the way! Hey!
Nicky?
(panting)
Come on, come on, keep looking.
She's got to be there somewhere. Just keep rewinding.
Zoom in.
That son of a bitch wore a police uniform.
It makes sense.
That's why he hasn't been caught, okay?
We give out a description, but when you're wearing a uniform...
People only see the uniform.
Hey, you got cameras in the parking garage?
Bring 'em up and back 'em up about 15 minutes.
Parker: Right there.
Zoom in on the license plate.
Danny.
Tell me it isn't true.
Gormley: We got Wilder's photo and Nicky's photo on every smartphone, every tablet, and on the NYPD app, Web site and social media sites.
Garrett: Just hearing those two names in the same sentence...
I know.
What about the Aviation unit?
You want me to notify them?
Can't do that, Sid.
Boss, you can do anything you want.
How many kidnappings we ever put Aviation up?
I don't care-- it's your granddaughter.
That's not how this works.
(phone rings)
I got to...
Go.
(door closes)
Sid's just trying to help.
Yes.
All anybody is.
(sighs) I know.
Coffee?
I'm not in the trenches.
I don't run operations.
It's up to the chiefs, down to the cops on the b*at to get this right.
I know, Frank.
(sighs)
I just want my granddaughter back.
(indistinct radio chatter)
Detective Reagan!
Who are you?
I'm Officer Phillips, Nicky's boyfriend.
Have you heard from her?
We were supposed to meet for breakfast.
She told me to meet her here.
At her apartment?
Yeah.
When was your last contact with her?
7:52.
That's less than an hour ago. Okay, come on.
I want to help.
You can help by staying here and letting us do our job.
If you know anything...
If we hear anything, we'll let you know.
(phone ringing)
It's Nicky's phone.
What?
It's Nicky's phone!
Okay, listen, stay calm, Use her name as much as possible.
Make her a person to him.
Yeah.
I got it. Hello?
(muffled crying)
Hello, Detective.
What do you want, Wilder?
Things have gotten more interesting, I think.
(crying continues)
I know you got Nicky, just tell me she's all right.
She's fine.
For now.
Look, you want to get back at me, you don't need her to do it, okay?
She's not like me-- she's an innocent kid.
You don't have to hurt her.
Would you like to speak with her?
(sobbing): Uncle Danny.
Nicky.
Oh, my God.
Nicky, don't say...
I'm near Beach...
Hey!
(screaming, grunts)
Nicky! Nicky?
(sobbing)
You stupid bitch.
Nicky!
What happened? What, is she alive?
She's alive, she's alive.
Listen to me.
He called from her phone, which means TARU can track it.
I got to get this phone to them right away.
Okay, let me know what you get.
You got it.
Hey, where you going?
I'm going with you.
You can't come with me.
What else am I supposed to do, Danny?
Danny: Copy that.
They traced Nicky's phone to Beach Channel Road.
(siren chirping)
That's Wilder's car.
You got your g*n on you?
Yeah, I got it.
Call 911. Get some backup.
You keep your eyes open, okay?
(sobbing)
Okay. It's okay.
I got you, I got you.
She okay?
Yeah.
(sobbing continues)
Okay.
Tell me you're okay.
I'm okay.
Did he hurt you?
No.
Listen to me, how long ago did he leave you?
Five, ten minutes.
Okay, okay. You stay with her, keep your eyes open and keep your hand on that g*n!
Okay.
Mom...
♪ ♪
You found me.
Very good, Detective.
You messed with the wrong family.
This may be true, but I needed a challenge.
Been waiting for you to get here.
Don't take another step forward!
You know the most interesting part of all this?
We will be inextricably linked together, you and I.
The serial k*ller and the cop.
We're a lot alike.
You're good at what you do, too.
I'm nothing like you, you son of a bitch.
Now keep your hands where I can see 'em.
I said keep your hands where I can see 'em!
Keep your hands where I can see 'em!
Now... if I have a g*n in my hand, and you sh**t me...
...then you k*lled me in self-defense.
But what if I don't have a g*n, Detective?
You move your hands again, I'm gonna sh**t you.
Then everyone will say you sh*t an unarmed man.
See, whether I live or die, I'm going to be with you forever.
I'm never leaving the inside of your head.
Danny!
Mom!
Danny!
(panting, muttering)
(sirens wailing)
How's Nicky?
She'll be okay.
Okay.
So it was self-defense?
It was justified.
New York is a city where dreams are realized and broken.
If there's one thing I learned this week, it's that Commissioner Reagan is not only a good host, but a testament to Irish wisdom and ingenuity.
There is no more fitting a man to preside over this great department, as we bestow this honor on the City of New York.
A city that became the gateway to literally millions of immigrants, all looking for a better life.
And with that, I'd like to unveil...
"The Copper."
(applause)
Ladies and gentleman, Commissioner Reagan.
(applause continues)
Thank you, Garda Commissioner Farrelly, President Sullivan, and all our fellow police officers and dignitaries from both sides of the Atlantic.
Whether you're in Dublin or New York, or anywhere else in the world, what makes the job of a police officer remarkable is that, unlike any other, the job not only engages the one walking the b*at...
...but can only be accomplished with the full support of the family...
...he or she comes home to...
...and the communities he or she patrols.
It is, after all, the b*at cop, the cop who walks the streets, who patrols the neighborhoods, who answers the calls that ultimately keeps order and restores peace in our society.
He or she is... the heart of policing, and the heart of every city, because without that presence...
...we are not gathered here together in peace on this fine afternoon.
And hopefully...
...this statue will always stand as a reminder of that.
Thank you.
(applause)