Blue Bloods - 10x03 - Behind the Smile
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JANKO: What time is it?
: .
So, in one minute, we're off duty, and yet Central gives us this job.
Really? There was no one else available?
Just admit it. You want to see Jamie at change of tour.
Well, we are newlyweds, we still like each other.
Maybe our new boss will show us some sympathy and cut us loose.
Morning, boss. What do we got?
Neighborhood pool turned into a watery grave overnight.
Female Hispanic, early s, looks like blunt force trauma to the head. Keep the crowd back.
You really need us?
Did I stutter?
No. I just mean... girls need their beauty rest, right?
Our tour was almost over.
So was mine. Now it's not.
Ooh...
- All right, folks, let's get back.
- Keep it back.
Let's get back here.
Your vic d*ed of a myocardial infarction.
Neck bruises were from lividity, not strangulation.
So, no foul play. Natural causes.
Yeah.
Got to be kidding me.
Well, I guess I'll cut his brother loose then.
Tell him I accept tips.
Will do.
You okay?
Actually, uh...
- That-that couple.
- Mm-hmm.
When I was here the other day, they were sitting right there.
They come in every couple of days, asking about Jane Does.
I show 'em photos of who I got, they say none are a match and they leave.
And that doesn't strike you as strange, that they're looking for Jane Does every couple days?
It's the morgue. Strange is what we do.
(CLEARS THROAT) Scuse me.
Hey. How you doing?
Actually, I was wondering how you're doing.
Um, Detective Reagan.
Do you mind if I ask you a question or two?
Sorry. No English.
That's funny. The doc said
- you speak English.
- We go now.
Look, I just wanted to ask you a question or two.
- MR. CHEN: Must go! Sorry.
- (ELEVATOR DINGS)
Matt will start the welcoming remarks, with Misty and Mindy following, and then the three of you will introduce Commissioner Reagan.
Uh, are we supposed to write what we say?
Well, yeah.
I'm happy to help.
Or, sh**t, I can.
I mean, your mom kept me awake at I don't know how many rubber-chicken charity dinners with great stories.
I'd be happy to share some.
MISTY: That would be great.
We're kind of more public figures than public speakers.
Commissioner Reagan is a public figure.
You guys post selfies with people you don't know and product endorsements for stuff you don't use.
- Could you just...
- Oh, I'm sorry,
- Mindy, does the truth hurt?
- Or you're just jealous.
Let's just keep our eyes on the prize here.
- What prize?
- BAKER: What this is all about, honoring the great New York legacy
- of a great New Yorker.
- More BS.
GARRETT: Okay, I think we've gone over everything...
Hold on a second.
Matt, seems like you have something to share here.
I've tried for months to get a meeting with you.
That's news to me.
Well, schedules never gelled.
This is all a fraud.
While my mother was telling you funny stories at dinner, there were people all over this city trying to pull her Kn*fe out of their backs.
MISTY: Please don't listen to him. He's just...
No, you might want to protect yourself here.
Because when the real stories come out about my mother, you're gonna look pretty silly polishing her statue.
I think I knew your mother pretty well.
A lot of people thought they did.
They didn't.
I'm done here.
I am so sorry.
- That...
- BAKER: Under the circumstances,
I need to see you two out as well.
Sorry.
Oh, boy.
Didn't expect to walk my first foot post with a sergeant.
Did I screw up already?
Nah, your training officer banged in sick.
I figured I'd help out.
So, graduated first in your class at the academy, huh?
I guess so.
Modest, too. You keep that attitude, you'll go far in this department.
What's up with this?
You thinking what I'm thinking?
Yeah, or, uh, maybe he's the owner.
Uh, follow my lead.
Hey.
Excuse me, sir.
Can you step away from the vehicle, please?
Hey, it's not what it looks like.
- Put your hands on the car.
- No, no, no, no, no, no.
See, my keys are all screwed up.
Keep your hands where I can see 'em. Hey!
Roland!
Roland! Roland.
Hey, Roland.
Hey, hey, Roland. What happened?
Hey, you hit?
- . Officer down.
Corner of Harlem River Drive and th Street. I repeat,
I got an officer down.
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- Pool's closed today.
- But my kids need to cool off.
There's another pool on th Street.
And a Y over on Amsterdam.
Hey, Rachel, your ten o'clock, that guy in the back, is he smiling at me?
WITTEN: Yeah.
Now he's smiling at me.
What, is he mocking us?
Or he k*lled that girl.
Oh. Where you going, Officer?
I'm just going to tell Detective Kotcheff there's a guy.
He's throwing a weird grin our direction.
So that's how that works now?
You just tack on the name Reagan and, suddenly, you're running the crime scene?
What? No.
Boss, she's just trying to help.
Yeah, and I still go by Janko when I'm on the job.
And I go by chain of command.
So if you have any information that you need to convey to the detective, your patrol supervisor does it.
Fine.
Just right over there. You can see yourself...
Wait.
He's not there anymore.
So there's nothing to tell anybody?
If there ever really was.
Hey.
How you doing, Roland?
Can't believe I fell on my ass.
Yeah. Well, it happens to the best of us.
I thought the guy sh*t me.
Well, let's get you a ride home, where you can relax.
And we'll start again as soon as you're back to full duty.
Start again?
Yeah.
Get back on the horse.
But this is only my third day out of the academy.
What happens next time? Or the time after that?
We start slow.
And I got your back every step of the way.
But you were made for this job.
I can see that in you.
You've also seen rookies die, right?
- That's not the point...
- That's exactly the point.
It'll be my wife getting the flag, not yours.
BAEZ: Mr. Morales, you've been very helpful.
Exit's the same way you came in. Thank you.
Hey. Solid lead in our furniture store m*rder.
Mm-hmm. Great.
Guess you I.D.'d the Chinese couple?
Not yet.
Well, then enough already.
- Come on.
- Enough already, you.
I mean, aren't you even the least bit curious about the Jane Doe they're looking for?
Or why the two of them blew me off?
Well, that I understand.
Very funny.
You know, you're really hilarious, Baez.
You're chasing your tail.
I'm not chasing my tail.
Something's going on, and I know it.
Okay, well, here we go.
The credit card used in the taxicab belonged to one Jun Xi Chen.
Hmm. Okay, well, run it through BADS then.
I'm already doing it.
Jun Xi Chen was collared last year when he clipped a pedestrian with the food truck he owns.
What do you know? He has a wife.
Wei-Feng Chen.
She was also collared when she interfered with the arrest.
They collared her for obstruction.
That's it?
No, that's not it.
There's another Jun Xi Chen.
Appears to be his son.
And what was he collared for?
He wasn't collared for anything.
Because he's...
Officer Jun Xi Chen.
Curious now?
Don't worry, Frank.
I'll get you out of it.
I'm not gonna do that.
If I missed something, that's on me.
You turn down requests like this all the time.
What's the big deal?
Mary Jane.
She was funny. She was beautiful.
She had great legs.
And that's all you're gonna get out of me.
BAKER: So she'd do that thing where she'd touch your hand and lean in close with the punchline or the piece of gossip, and whatever that perfume was would just go straight to your head?
(SIGHS)
Gone too soon.
- (DOOR OPENS)
- GORMLEY: Coming through.
Long and short of it, she made a lot of enemies.
- Had or made?
- There a diff?
Well, she inherited the business from her husband.
Maybe she inherited his enemies.
Boss, I report, you decide.
civil suits for late or nonpayments to vendors and subcontractors.
Most of them settled out of court.
A lot of complaints of workplace abuse and hostile environment-type stuff.
Again, settled off the record.
But all with Ms. Kaye being the defendant.
BAKER: And it turns out she also cut Matt out of the will.
Yikes.
And the good?
Not a single welching on the charitable pledges she made.
And there were tons of 'em.
What's your take on the sisters?
You mean as a woman?
Hey, you said it, not me.
The way they flounced in here, throwing shade at my shoes and demanding the Wi-Fi password, definitely gave me a mean girl vibe.
Wouldn't be a stretch that they learned it from Mom.
And the son?
Getting cut out of the will explains a lot.
But does it mean he's lying about the way she really was?
"The evil that men do lives after them; the good they do is oft interred with their bones."
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Jamie. Shouldn't you be out policing or something?
I am policing.
Even Dr. Scholafter me and a rookie almost got our heads blown off yesterday.
- What?
- Even worse, prints at the scene I.D.'d the sh**t as a guy that you chose not to send to prison.
Wait. Slow down.
So you can have time to come up with an excuse?
No, so I can understand what the hell you're talking about.
Manny Langston.
Thief, addict, all-around skel.
Got collared six months ago on dr*gs and a handgun.
And yet instead of doing any time, he cops a diversion plea, wound up enrolled in some dumb-ass community-based vocational crap.
Wow.
- Yeah, exactly.
- No, "wow," like you usually support programs like that.
- For first-time offenders.
- Look...
I didn't make Manny's deal.
Well, now I got a rookie who's so scared, he's ready to t*nk a promising career.
So we make it right.
How?
I actually might know how to flush him out.
You sure this is a good idea?
No. But the Chens' address and phone number was useless, so what else are we gonna do?
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
Officer Chen?
Jun Xi Chen? Detective Reagan.
My partner, Detective Baez, from the - squad.
Hey. Uh, and actually, I go by Andy.
- My partner, Wendy Chu.
- Nice to meet you.
Andy, we need your help.
We're trying to locate your parents.
- What's wrong?
- BAEZ: Nothing.
Just a few questions about their food truck.
Then you've got the wrong guy.
They disowned me three years ago.
Really?
Moment I got this shield.
There's a saying in China, and a lot of parents brought it here with them.
"No good son become a cop."
My parents came in ' , and they love this country, but the old ways make them suspicious of authority.
I tried convincing them that police here are different, but they just cut me off.
Made my sister stop talking to me, too.
You have a sister?
Jill. Used to be really close growing up until they put a wedge between us.
Hell, I wasn't even invited to Jill's wedding six months ago.
I see.
What? Did something happen to her?
No. Uh, actually, we really should talk to your parents first.
Neither them or Jill take my calls anymore.
(SIGHS)
Do you need me to sit in on this one?
I would like you to, but don't.
Not my sisters?
Well, unless I misunderstood, you were trying to get a meeting with me, so here we are. Sit down.
(CLEARS THROAT)
So, go.
It's not like I want to do this.
Somebody holding a g*n to your head?
My conscience is.
A fully funded charity that gives good food and basics to the poor, homeless and the elderly.
That pains your conscience?
It does when it's also designed to rewrite a legacy with an utterly false narrative.
That being that your mother is anything but a caring, nurturing person?
Yes.
The charity is % bankrolled by her.
Her name is on it.
Do you think the people who benefit care that she was mean to her son?
I don't know.
I do. They don't.
I thought this was a meeting, not a lecture.
This is a meeting.
This is my half of the agenda.
And the b*llet point is: get over yourself.
Says yet another guy she had under her spell.
No.
And I think you're smarter than that.
But prove me wrong.
I'm a special-needs schoolteacher in the Bronx.
A tiny fraction of her estate would have made all the difference in my life.
Would have supported the good work I try to do with kids who really need it.
Well, we did some homework.
Her will was unchanged from when your father wrote it.
(CHUCKLES):
Except to fund her charity work at the expense of his alma mater.
What are you saying?
I'm saying she didn't cut you out of the will.
You were never in it as per your father's wish.
See, it turns out that, uh, he saw an ambition and a work ethic in you he didn't see in your sisters, and he thought that a windfall might cr*pple that.
You were their firstborn, right?
Yes.
Hmm. Me, too.
Which means we were early experiments for two people who couldn't possibly know what they were doing.
If your experiment fails, you analyze your mistakes, and you make corrections in your methods.
She never did that once.
Mm.
Tell me something.
Did you love your mom?
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
Are you gonna tell me that's not a complicated question?
No.
Yes and no.
(SIGHS)
I'm not so sure about this, bro.
Me, neither.
But Erin says jump, I say how high.
And how hard does the building shake when you do?
Smart-ass.
Leo, thank you for coming in.
This is my brother Jamie and Officer Hurley.
- Leo.
- LEO: How's it going, guys?
Better now.
Erin says you used to run with Freddy Fallaci's old g*ng,
- same as Manny Langston.
- LEO: Yeah.
Guy's a grade A wackaloon.
Well, he tried to k*ll these two the other day.
Can we get to the plan already?
JAMIE: Simple. We figure Manny may actually answer the phone if he sees it's Leo calling.
Leo, you say you want back in the game, need to buy a g*n.
Manny shows up for the meet, we grab him.
I don't know.
He's always snorting something.
Paranoid up the wazoo.
- Mm-hmm.
- Besides,
I thought you told me I was done with this life.
I told them, too.
We really need your help, Leo.
JAMIE: And don't worry.
We'll be close. Both of us, right?
If you say so, Sarge.
And I get a g*n, too?
No, I'm sorry. Not with your record.
- Then I'm out.
- ABETEMARCO: Leo, you can trust them.
Bro, I thought I could trust you.
'Cause you keep telling me to keep my nose clean, not so much as think about anyone I used to know.
And you're doing great. You really are.
Till you get in a jam here.
Then you want to throw me back in with those animals.
Dangle me like bait.
- Maybe there's a different plan.
- Yeah, maybe there's a different brother you can sucker into this,
'cause it ain't gonna be me.
(DOOR CLOSES)
Janko, Witten.
Someone to see you.
JANKO: Oh, you got to be kidding me.
Why'd he come and find us?
Hopefully to confess.
Hi, my name's Eli Harris. What's yours?
I'm Eddie. This is Rachel.
But Eddie's a boy's name, and you're a girl.
And you have a ring, so you're married.
But, Rachel, you don't, so you want to go on a date?
- Uh, I'm good.
- ELI: Okay. Well,
I want to hug both of you, but that's inappropriate, so I'm gonna shake your hands.
You probably think I'm weird, but I'm not. I have Williams syndrome.
It's not contagious.
I just talk too much.
My doctor says I have a cocktail personality.
Why were you smiling at us yesterday?
I know it's wrong to smile when someone's dead, but I wanted to talk to you.
- Because you did a bad thing?
- No, but I saw who did.
I take a lot of walks, and I saw the man who hurt the girl, then threw her in the pool.
Do you know his name?
No, but I can describe him.
I'm good at describing things.
- Like...
- Let's hear about that later.
Right now you got to talk to the police officer who's trying to find the man that you saw.
Detective.
ELI: Is he nice? I like nice people but not mean people. That's why
I left the other day, because I saw you were pretty, but I didn't know you were nice.
JANKO: Don't worry. He's very nice. Detective, this is...
ELI: Hi. I'm Eli Harris.
I have Williams syndrome.
I'd like to hug you, but that's inappropriate, so I'm gonna shake your hand.
Wow, you're tall. I'm a little taller.
You're bald. I have hair. The end.
Eli here may have critical information on your pool m*rder.
- Right this way, sir.
- No, I'd like to stay with them.
It's okay, Eli. We'll be nearby.
He's not gonna hurt me, is he?
- Don't let him hurt me!
- This way. No, no...
Maybe one of us should go with him.
Not unless you want a rip. What the hell is going on?
That's the guy from the pool.
And once again,
somehow you forgot to run it through me.
You can't be mad we may have found a witness to a m*rder.
It would be nice if you had our backs.
Yeah, because we're all women.
- No. Because we're all cops.
- MCNICHOLS: Listen,
Janko, I know how you operated with your husband.
Above and beyond and all that.
But you work midnights now, and I am your squad sergeant, and we play by my rules.
Same for you, Witten.
Yes, Sarge.
Then get out there and do your jobs... while you still got them.
(ELEVATOR DINGS)
Mr. and Mrs. Chen, thanks for getting here so quickly.
Your message said a young woman was brought in.
Can we see her?
Actually, that was a lie.
We asked her to call.
We knew you wouldn't talk to cops, since you hate them so much, so we did what we had to do.
- No... speak English.
- BAEZ: We know you speak English, just like we know you lived here for over years.
DANNY: Just like we know it's your daughter Jill whose body you're looking for.
Our daughter is dead.
Do you hate cops so much that you didn't even want to call us for help to at least find out who might've k*lled her?
We already know.
MR. CHEN: Because...we k*lled her.
DANNY: Please just tell us what happened.
MR. CHEN: I told you.
We k*lled Jill.
Okay, from the beginning, please, step by step.
We wanted Jill to get married.
- We found her a husband.
- Let me guess.
Jill didn't want to marry a perfect stranger, so she told you both to go to hell.
No.
Jill was fine with it.
No, she was not.
She just said that to make us happy.
She was a good daughter.
But he was a bad man.
He yelled at her all the time.
Said she was "too American."
And he hit her.
When I told him to stop, he hit me.
He hit you, too?
Okay. Back it up, now.
How exactly did Jill die?
A month ago, we came back from work, and they were gone.
They took all of their stuff.
There was blood everywhere.
MRS. CHEN: Now we just want to find her to give her a proper burial.
Okay, not for nothin', but it sounds like it was Jill's husband who k*lled her, not you.
I don't understand.
No. We did.
By forcing her to abide by our ways.
Our stupidity got her k*lled.
DANNY: And you hate the cops so much that you didn't want to come to us?
MRS. CHEN: I told him to.
But he said no.
Because it is our duty to take care of her.
She is our daughter.
Well, for whatever it's worth, you're here now.
Okay? And we're on the case now.
I give you my word we'll find him...
(SOFTLY): and we'll find out what happened to Jill.
Hey, Meyers, drive 'em home, help 'em get what we need.
Will do. Right this way, folks.
ANDY: How could you do this?!
- Huh? How could you do this?!
- Hey, whoa.
- Hey! Not this way. Not this way.
- Huh? Hey, what do you know?
Did your parents toss you aside like a piece of garbage?
Did they get your sister k*lled?
What I know is, your parents did not get your sister k*lled.
All right? Now, you're gonna tone it down in our squad room, or you're gonna get the hell out.
You want to talk to your parents, you talk civilly.
- (CRYING): Son, please...
- Don't... don't call me that.
You said I wasn't good enough to be your son.
(MRS. CHEN SNIFFLES)
We made so many mistakes.
We can never make up for the things that we have done.
But you... are our son.
You will always be.
MRS. CHEN: Just like Jill will always be our daughter.
Please...
(CRYING)
Now?
There does seem to be an opening.
Although we're still eating, if it's gonna be one of your Molotov cocktails.
It's not. It's more like...a preannouncement.
Wow.
Like a save-the-date?
Not really. More like a... this might happen.
Okay, out with it.
I am flying to San Francisco tomorrow for a job interview.
Wow.
JAMIE: Long way to go for a job interview.
Yeah, they got a lot of jobs right here in New York.
Not this one.
I mean, they're flying me there, paying for my hotel...
What's the job?
Helping to identify and back candidates for localized SRIs in economically challenged urban areas.
Figures.
- What are SRIs again?
- Again?
Socially responsible investments.
JAMIE: Right. So, green initiatives, minority start-ups...
DANNY: Awesome.
- Talk about right up your alley.
- NICKY: Right?
DANNY: Good for you.
HENRY: Who's the company?
It's privately funded by a tech billionaire.
Of course.
- Named?
- I can't say.
I'm not even supposed to be telling you guys at this point.
So it's a Bond villain?
No!
And if you're offered the job?
Then she will be moving across the country.
Come on. First Jack, now you?
- What is it with these kids?
- FRANK: Pop.
Hey. Congratulations, Nicky.
- DANNY: Yeah, it's a good thing.
- Congratulations.
- JAMIE: Congratulations.
- Really.
I don't have it yet.
Well, if you do get it, which...
I'm sure you will, do us all a favor and, uh, download this.
I mean, all of this.
Keep it close to you.
And don't stay away too long.
I won't.
Well, in fact... you may have to, the way the world is today, but... Danny's right.
Keep this... close to you.
Us.
In fact...
...take this with you.
And when you come to a fork in the road...
- (OTHERS LAUGHING)
- and you're stuck...
...you take that out, and you think hard about what the advice would be, where the sympathies would lie if you were talking it out with us at this table.
How's that for corny?
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Want card and Finest Message issued on Jill's husband.
Port Authority and Border Patrol are on the lookout, too.
All right, and here's the list of his possible contacts from the Chens.
Let's run 'em down.
ANDY: Need some help?
Not from you.
I'm sorry about the other day.
And yet you're back.
Please. He k*lled my sister.
Sorry. You've done enough already.
What if it was Erin?
What?
That's your sister, right?
From the D.A.'s office?
What if her body was out there somewhere?
Mm, the family card. Ouch.
We're also gonna guess half the people on that list don't speak English, or they'll suddenly forget how.
I know I forgot to take Mandarin in high school.
Okay, fine.
But you're not investigators.
You follow our lead every step of the way, you got it?
Let's go.
Ms. Reagan, what are you doing here?
Apologizing.
- Not necessary.
- No, it is.
You know, I ask a lot of my family, and it's not fair that I do it to other people's.
Anthony was pretty pissed I walked out the other day.
And he's moping around the office.
Hearing you say you don't trust him really stung.
It's just... trust wasn't a part of my DNA for a long time.
I mean, he's helping me get some back.
And then he walks me into that...
On my orders.
So, again, that's my bad.
It's not that I don't want to help you guys.
But Anthony's busted his ass straightening me out.
So... what if I dip my toe back into my old life, and I like it?
I just don't want to disappoint him.
He said the same thing about you, Leo.
How could he disappoint me?
By taking my side instead of yours.
- He actually told you that?
- No.
But I've gotten really good at deciphering all the clicks and grunts that brothers make.
I still don't get what we're doing here.
The opening's not for another two days.
This, like, a rehearsal or something?
Or something.
This way.
(FOOTFALLS APPROACHING)
Afternoon.
What's this?
When's the last time you two and your brother had a meal together?
At the reception after our mother's funeral.
When's the last time you had dinner together as a family?
You mean just us and Matt?
Just both of you and Matt.
BAKER: Boss.
(SIGHS)
I had hoped your brother was going to join you, but apparently he can't.
Or won't.
Look, you're orphans now.
All you got for family is each other.
So, if you want a real Christmas or a birthday card or just someone to call on a Sunday night, it's just you and the other two.
You talk like we don't have people in our lives.
No. I know you got other people in your life.
But only Mindy and Matt are family.
(SIGHS)
And... if the only time you get together is at weddings and funerals, it's gonna haunt you.
I promise.
So...talk amongst yourselves.
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
WOMAN: Yeah, I booked his travel from China and met him when he landed at JFK.
He was so excited, said he was getting married.
Have you heard from him since, like to book a flight back?
No. Why would he?
You don't want to know. Thanks.
That was the last name on our list.
At least it doesn't sound like
- he's hightailed it back to Beijing.
- (PHONE RINGING)
Yeah, except now we have to search the entire continental U.S.
It's Andy's partner.
Maybe they have better news.
Yeah. What do you got?
WENDY: A situation.
We found a Realtor who talked to Jill's husband the night she disappeared.
Hubby was covered in blood, wouldn't explain, paid cash, and said he needed a safe place to stay.
You got an address?
Albion Avenue,
Number J, in Queens, but once we got it,
Andy ran to our car, jumped in, and drove off before I could even open my door.
- Son of a bitch.
- Bad news?
Bad news for everyone. Let's go.
ANDY: What'd you do with her?!
Tell me!
I know you speak English, so start talking!
- Tell me!
- Hey! Hey!
Hey! Andy!
Put the g*n back in its holster where it belongs right now.
He k*lled Jill, and now he's trying to leave the country.
(GROANS)
Would you let that happen?
(PANTING)
'Cause I'm not.
Andy, that's enough.
You got one second before you die, you miserable son of a bitch.
Andy, use your head and put the g*n away now!
(PANTING)
Now step away.
_
Hey!
Call him a bus.
Two-Steven to Central.
We need a bus at Albion Avenue,
Number J, forthwith.
Wait. He was making two passports...one for him and one for your sister.
She's still alive?
Jill? Are you here?
- Jill?
- Jill?
- Hey, whoa, whoa. Whoa!
- Where is she?
- Where is she?! Huh?
- Hey! Hey!
Use your head.
Jill?
Your sister's alive, we'll find her.
- Where are you?
- (MUFFLED SCREAMING)
Jill?
(GRUNTS)
I found her.
She's okay.
ANDY: Jill?
- Okay, go.
- Oh, my God, Jill.
Andy!
(JILL CRIES)
Hey, you're okay. Okay...
I'm okay.
(SOBBING)
What do you think?
You think their parents will still hate cops now?
- Not after what you did.
- Hmm.
Reagan, this is all you.
This some kind of apology from you?
More like a slip of the tongue.
Leaving now to get the warrant.
Just sit on his place.
We'll boom the door when I get there.
Think Eli finally gave you the right guy?
Described Eddie Astin to a tee.
A known psycho.
Besides, Eli didn't give it to me.
He gave it to you and Janko.
So, thanks.
What do you think? Did I do good?
You did great, Eli. I want to hug you, but I know it's inappropriate, so I'm gonna shake your hands.
Actually, I think this time it'd be okay.
Really?
I can hug both of you?
Bring it in, big guy.
Oh, that's nice. Your turn.
Oh. (SIGHS)
Hey, Eli, you know who could use a hug, even more than us?
Uh-uh. That lady seems mean.
Please go and hug her, Eli.
I promise she'll love it.
Okay.
Hi.
Hi.
Oh, my God.
(CHUCKLES)
Bye.
(LAUGHS SOFTLY) Bye.
(LAUGHS SOFTLY)
You're gonna get us canned, Eddie.
Or back working days.
(CHUCKLES)
Here comes our guy.
Manny. My man.
I was surprised you called, Leo.
Lot of people think that you went straight.
You know, some even think that it was, uh, you who gave up Freddy.
No. I've just been lying low.
But now I'm back, bigger than life and twice as handsome.
(BOTH LAUGH)
You bring the piece?
You got my money?
Okay, it's go time.
Wait, wait till Leo gets the g*n from him.
First, you got to swear you weren't the little bitch who gave up Freddy.
Well, I-I don't.
I-I... I mean, I-I didn't.
- Get the hell away from him!
- Police! Drop it!
Put it down! Drop it!
ABETEMARCO: Get his ass, Jamie!
(BOTH GRUNT)
(WHEEZING)
Did you see that?
Went down like a sack of crap.
You still want to quit the job?
Oh, hell, no.
You cuff him up.
That's your first collar.
- (GRUNTING)
- ABETEMARCO: Nice work, guys.
You did good, too, Leo.
Sorry about freezing up.
I guess I've gotten rusty being a bad guy.
Music to my ears.
(SIGHS)
Look, I woke up this morning. I knew he was coming.
I-I'd say we can push, but most of the people here need
- to be someplace else.
- Him included.
Look, you did what you can do.
You know, that's all anyone can do.
You'd better get up there.
Afternoon, everyone.
I knew Mary Jane Kaye.
I worked with Mary Jane Kaye.
And I shouldn't have to tell this group, there was only one Mary Jane Kaye, so...
If there is any cloud over this wonderful event, it's that MJ isn't here.
To boss us all around.
(LAUGHTER)
MATT: I think I was supposed to go first.
May I cut in?
I would like to introduce her son Matt.
Please.
(CLEARS THROAT)
As a special needs teacher in the New York Public Schools system,
I'm well aware of the divide between the haves and the have-nots.
I see it live, literally every day.
One of the things I loved about my mother...
...and there were many things to love... was that she tried to do something about it...
...in some way, almost every day.
Along with my sisters Misty and Mindy, I want to welcome you to the opening of our late mom's last wish...the Mary Jane Kaye Care Network.
(APPLAUSE)