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(indistinct chatter)

Pretty lucky,
you know that?

Lucky? My wife shot me.

Well, it's above your shoulder
and it's barely a flesh wound.

An inch down, it would've
stopped your heart,

so, yeah, you're lucky.

Well, here's
to my wife's bad aim.

From the looks
of this place, you two had

a pretty heated argument, huh?

My wife's a good person
with a bad drinking problem

and even worse jealous streak.

Anything in particular happen
to activate that jealous streak?

Thought the girl behind the counter
at the bodega was flirting with me.

Okay.

Day before, it was some woman
on the subway.

Day before that,
it was our waitress.

Should I keep going?

Okay, she's got
a jealous streak.

We get it. Where is she now?

She ran out the second
I called 911.

I tried to
stop her, but...

Any idea where
she might go?

(winces) Like I said,
she's got a drinking problem.

Any particular watering hole
she'd go to?

Any hole with water.

(elevator bell dings)

- Hey, got a minute?
- Nope.

Oh, okay.

But for you, I will make one.
What's going on?

Well, they got me on
this Costello robbery.

Bad guy robbed an old lady
on her way home

from the
grocery store.

- Wait, didn't they tell you?
- Tell me what?

I'm knocking that down
to a misdemeanor petty larceny.

What? Why?

Because I've got 500
other cases ahead of it

that need our time
and resources.

- Ahead of an old lady getting robbed?
- No.

What I mean is,
there is no case.

It's her word against his.

There's no weapon,
there's no surveillance footage.

He's a first-time offender.

The judge will give me the
stink eye before I even get,

"Good morning, Your Honor,"
out of my mouth.

- So you're gonna cut bait?
- Yeah, that's my job.

That's your new job.

Do you have a problem
with my new position?

Only that the old Erin would've
clotheslined this new Erin

in a steel cage match
to see this case through.

This new guy Reagan's more
Boy Scout than NYPD.

Gave me a rip 'cause I wasn't
wearing my flashlight

during the day.

- Exactly.
- Sarge is handing out CD's

like demerits back in
Catholic school.

(laughs)

I pass him this morning,
I say under my breath,

"Is that a stick up your butt
or you just happy to see me?"

Now I'm working midnights.

What you get when your
old man's the Commissioner.

He's not the first boss who
thought he could change the 2-9.

Bide your time, boys.

I give it about a month
before he's begging Daddy

for a transfer out of here.

You really think
I'm gonna say that?

I'm starting to think
maybe not?

Definitely not.

Perhaps you could say that,

while you appreciate
Istanbul's offer,

you are unable to accept

the police chief's
invitation at present.

Or just say that
you're under the weather.

Why don't you just
tell the truth?

That Istanbul's police
practices make you long

for good old-fashioned
martial law.

Where's Garrett?

He's held up at the Bed-Stuy
community outreach town hall.

What are you gonna say
when you talk to Istanbul?

I don't know.

I'm at my best
when I just wing it.

But boss? I'm betting
this guy's seen

every duck and heard
every excuse ever invented.

Well, maybe I can
come up with a new one.

(door opens)

Commissioner,
this is a code red.

We have a credible threat.

Please step away
from the window.

(sirens wailing)

Commissioner Reagan, if you
would confirm your identity.

Welcome to Bravo Bunker.

GORMLEY:
Bravo Bunker?

- Thank you, Chief.
- Commissioner.

Can I ask where we are?
Bravo Bunker.

Yeah, we got the name.
What is this place?

This is where we go
when everywhere else is a no-go.

And has that happened?

Commissioner,
your computer is online

and your secure phone
is confirmed and ready for use.

Thank you, Inspector.
How'd we do?

Record best time
for the weekday scenario.

Good. Well done, everyone.
At ease.

Boss, I'm definitely
not at ease.

So we're not under attack?

No, this was just a drill,

but had there been an attack,

you would've followed
the same procedure.

This place
is no joke.

We're fully operational here.

Pretty much anything we do
at 1PP, we can do here.

Except order pizza in.

AZOULAY:
In order to access

this building,
you'll need this card.

Keep it on you
at all times.

And you can't even tell

your priest about this place.

If you don't see them
in this room,

you can't talk to them about it.

Why are we on the list
all of a sudden, may I ask?

No.

No, we're not on the list?

(sighs)

No, you may not ask.

♪ Blue Bloods 9x03 ♪
Mind Games
Original Air Date on October 12, 2018

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

♪ ♪

Anything?

- Wife's name is Clara Hayes.
- Uh-huh.

She's gone. Vanished.
No online activity.

No hits on the license plate
readers. Nothing.

She'll show up.

Why don't you seem more worried?

Because her last ATM transaction
was three days ago.

She withdrew $100.

When that runs out,
she's gonna have to

use the card again
or her credit card,

and when that happens,

this phone's gonna ring.

But you heard her husband,
she's a drunk.

What if she's passed out
in some alley somewhere?

If she's passed out
in an alley somewhere,

she's gonna wake up eventually,
and when she does,

she's gonna want some food
or, most likely, another drink.

I think we should check
the emergency rooms.

Already did.

And the homeless shelters?
(phone ringing)

Reagan.

Yeah, what do
you got?

Yeah, the Edward Joseph Hotel
over there

by the Queensboro Bridge,
I know it.

You're kidding me.

Thank you.

She just opened up a tab
at a rooftop bar.

I love rooftop bars.

Me, too. Let's crash the party.

(elevator bell dings)

Sorry I'm late, I...

That's right.

Start the paperwork.

Mrs. Costello.

Eh, let me
get back to you.

Come in, come in.
Here, let me make some room.

I'm sorry to bother you.

It's no bother at all.

You're still upset?

I just don't understand.
I was assaulted.

I was robbed.
The police

saw the bump on my head,

and then you're
telling me

you're knocking my case
down to nothing.

Look, I-I'll be honest with you,
Mrs. Costello,

I-I feel exactly
the same way as you.

So then why are you doing it?
My hands are tied.

The D.A.'s office decides which
cases they're gonna prosecute.

It's not right, Anthony.

Believe me, I know.

You keep agreeing with me,
I'm gonna bop you on the head.

At least fight with me.

Here, come on, you can
punch me on the arm.

- Come on.
- Oh.

There, feel better?

(chuckles) Nope.

Look, I-I'm sorry,
Mrs. Costello, I really am.

I don't know what
the world is coming to

when a woman can be
held at gunpoint

and there's not a damn thing
the city can do about it.

Again, I-I'm...

Wait, did you say
held up at gunpoint?

That's right.

There's no mention of a gun

in the police report.

Well, there should've been.

That little rat held it
right here at my ribs.

And you told the cops?

Yes, I did.

Well, somehow it didn't
make it into the report.

Mrs. Costello,
this changes everything.

- It does?
- Yeah.

Uh, hell yeah.

Now we got him on
a B violent felony.

- Is that good?
- Very.

Hi, this is

Detective ABETEMARCO, I called
you about that prisoner.

Do not release him.

Anyone ever tell you
you look great in stripes?

Sorry to keep
you waiting.

Um, what-what brings you
down here anyway?

Nice to see you, too,
sweetheart.

I just mean that
I wasn't expecting you.

That's because
it was a surprise.

- Surprise!
- Oh, thank you.

- Eggplant Parmesan hero from Di Palo's.
- Whoa.

Taste of the old neighborhood.

That's really
nice of you.

- Is everything okay?
- Sure.

'Cause you don't seem okay
with me being here.

- I'm fine.
- Really?

'Cause I'm definitely getting

a "not fine" vibe.

Just working, Eddie.

So how's it
going down here?

You haven't really had
a chance to break it down.

Good.

s the 2-9 really as tough
as they all say it is?

Uh, busy. Lot of bad guys
on the streets,

much busier than the 12th.

What about off the streets?

- Hm?
- In the station house, I mean.

Are you getting along
with Th-the other cops?

- Well, I'm a sergeant now.
- Right.

- Means I'm not their buddy.
- Sure, but...

But what?

Nothing. You were right.

I should get out
of your way. Um...

Probably shouldn't
kiss you good-bye, right?

I'll check in with you later.
Thank you for lunch.

- You wanted to see me, Sarge?
- Please.

(siren wailing in distance)

CAMBRIA: Clara,
whatever you think is so bad,

I promise you is not so bad.
(sobs)

(crying):
I shot my husband.

I tried to kill the only person
who ever loved me.

The only man who ever
saw any good in me.

DANNY:
I got an idea.

- You got your phone?
- Yeah.

I want you to text me.

What do you want me to say?

I'm a drunk.

I am worthless.

CAMBRIA:
Take my hand

and let's talk
about this inside.

No, I'm not stupid. If I go
with you, you'll take to jail

for attempted murder.

DANNY:
You send it?

Come on, come on, come on.

Sent it.

Tell Richard I'm sorry.

Tell him he was right.

I was never worthy of him.

(sobbing)

Clara! Don't do it!

Clara! Look at me.

Look at me, Clara.

It doesn't have to be
a death sentence.

Lieutenant.

Can I try something?

What do you got, Danny?

Hey, Clara? I have someone here
that wants to speak to you.

Clara?

Detective Reagan.

I was first on the scene
with your husband.

How is he? Is he okay?

Richard's fine. Okay?
He's got a flesh wound,

he's on his feet,
he'll be like new in no time.

- He hates me.
- No, he doesn't.

He sent me with a message. Look.

Look, come on, look at this.

That's his words.

He sent you that?

He forgives you, okay?

He wants you to be safe.
He loves you.

Now let me get you
down from there,

get you back to him, he can
tell you those words himself.

All right?

Okay?

Yeah.

(people gasping)
All right.

- (sobbing): I'm sorry.
- Okay. It's okay. Okay.

It's all right.

All right, all right.

- We got a positive ID...
- Yep.

- ...a confession from the shooter.
- Mm-hmm.

You've got the weapon,

and ballistics confirms
it's the gun.

Yep.

I'm sorry, what have you done
with my brother Danny Reagan?

Always with the jokes.

Well, can you blame me?
You usually come in here

with a half-baked case
and a hunch.

Today, you're walking in
with a royal flush.

No, today, I walked in

with a pair of twos
and three stragglers.

What are you talking about?

Eh, something's
not right about it.

It's too easy.

You are impossible.

- No, I'm serious.
- Let me guess.

- It's your gut.
- No,

it's not my gut, okay?

I can't explain it, it just
doesn't pass the smell test.

Then plug your nose,
because this is a slam dunk.

You have a
defendant indicating

she's gonna plead guilty.

No, no. Do not let her do that.

Okay. That's enough. Get out.

No, I'm dead
serious, okay?

At least not yet, anyway.

Something isn't right.

Yeah, it's... it's you.

Now go.

Go!

Even when I don't want
your help, you won't help.

ABETEMARCO:
You're kidding me.

This is great news.

Anthony.

Steak dinner on me.

You name the time
and the place...

What the hell are you doing?

That's the exact question
I want to ask you.

What are you talking about?

Why am I getting e-mails asking
when we're presenting

the Costello robbery case
to the grand jury?

- Yeah, yeah, look, uh, it's good news.
- I specifically said

we were offering a misdemeanor
on that case.

Yeah, but something's come up.

It's a much better case now.

- Oh, is that right?
- A hundred percent.

Interesting. Because when I look
around this office, I don't see

a law degree anywhere.

Wow.

Now you're gonna
play like that, huh?

Yeah, I'm gonna play
any way I want, Anthony.

- Careful Erin.
- No, you be careful.

Now drop it.

What?

You heard me.

I can't do that.

Yes, this is A.D.A. Reagan.

You did not just do...

- There was a gun, Erin.
- What gun?

Uh, t-the perp stuck a-a nine

right in old lady
Costello's ribs.

There is no mention of a gun
on that police report, Anthony.

There was a mix-up
with the paperwork,

we got it sorted out.
We also got the gun.

We could put this punk away
on a B felony.

Why didn't you tell me that?

- I've been trying...
- No, you haven't.

Not hard enough.

I'm sorry.

I want that paperwork
on my desk now.

Every "I" better be dotted,
every "T" better be crossed.

Yes, ma'am.

Baez.

You know, your
hunch sucks, Reagan.

There is nothing unusual with
Richard Hayes's credit cards,

nothing unusual on
his social media.

Nothing, Nada.

Yeah, but there's
something there.

What makes you so sure there's
something going on with him?

I just know it.
Something doesn't feel right.

Well, everything in the evidence
says it feels great.

You're wrong, Reagan.

No, I'm not wrong
this time, Baez.

I know it's tough
to swallow,

but even the great Danny Reagan
can be wrong sometimes.

(laughs)
Yes.

I can be wrong,
on that rare occasion.

However, this isn't that time.

Phone records,
credit cards, bank records,

social media, employee file.

Every single one of them
checks out squeaky clean.

Every single one
except this one.

What the hell is that?

I followed the heartbroken
husband Richard Hayes,

right into the loving and
waiting arms of his girlfriend.

- Who is she?
- I don't know.

Well, does she have a name?

Don't know
that, either.

But I suspect Mrs. Hayes might.

And now I am going
to hand it off to Garrett.

What else you got? I'm starving.

GARRETT:
Last item.

I spoke to Istanbul.

You did?
And I told them

you were very excited
to meet with Chief Nadir

during your swing through.

You agreed to a sit-down?

And that top on your list

was visiting their
jails, with retinue

and press in tow,

to show the world
just how much

they'd improved on human rights.

And the upshot was?

They'd get back to us.

BAKER:
As in, don't hold your breath?

Even in translation.

That's very good.

I don't think I could've
winged it any better.

(laughter)

You were gonna wing it?

- Yeah.
GORMLEY: Oh, yeah.

He was all set to
when the, uh...

When the what?

Nothing. It was nothing.

It doesn't sound like nothing.

Something came up.

So it was something.

Uh...

Shrugs? That's all you got?

It was just an exercise.

Like, a fire drill.

Like a fire drill,
or a fire drill?

Like.

Is that why none of you
were here when I came by?

Yeah, probably.

So where'd you guys go?

Police business.

Police?

Yes.

And what kind
of business am I in?

Mattresses and bedding?

That's all I can
tell you right now.

Copy that.

I'm starving.

I'm not.

Excuse me.

(door opens, closes)

This is the first time

getting to eat breakfast
together in a long time.

- Dinner.
- Right, forgot.

And thank you for meeting me
before going to sleep.

Any idea how much longer
you'll be working midnights?

Till the bad guys start
keeping banker hours.

So, Winston and Morales came by
the 12th yesterday

to pick up
the rest of their stuff.

- Mm-hmm?
- They said the 2-9

is pretty hardcore.

Yeah, busiest house in the city.
They knew that coming in.

Well, yeah, but I think

they were a little surprised,
you know?

The attitude of some
of the cops there?

Oh, they'll get their sea legs.

You know, it takes a while
to get used to a new place.

It's even tougher
for a new place

to adjust to a new boss, I bet.

Is there something
on your mind, Eddie?

No.

Can you say that again?

I swear, it's like dating
a human lie detector.

Worse. You're engaged
to a human lie detector.

It is not funny.

Why don't you just tell me
what's really on your mind?

It's nothing.

That's why you're so reluctant
to discuss it?

Okay, fine. The other day
I came by to see you

and there were some cops
hanging out front,

and they were talking
smack about you.

What are their names
and shield numbers?

I don't know, but if I saw them,
I could pick them out.

I'm kidding.

- Oh. Oh.
- I'm kidding.

Eddie, of all the years
that we rode together,

did you and I ever bitch
about our sergeant?

Well, yeah, but
that's different.

Everyone hates their boss.

And I'm a boss now, something
you got to get used to.

But I-I don't understand
why he's not here,

'cause you told-- why
isn't he here with you?

'Cause you said
that he missed me.

- Yeah.
- He told you that...

he told you that he forgives me.

Yes.

I'm sure he's gonna
visit you soon.

But in the meantime,

we need you to help us
with something, okay?

He does this, he does this.

You know, he, he'll
s-say one thing,

and then he does the other,

and I'm somehow the crazy one.

Clara, we want
to show you something.

Like, he'll-he'll
tell me

to do something,
and I'll do it.

I'll do it, and then he'll
tell me that I didn't do it.

- Okay, Clara...
- Or I'll talk to someone,

- Clara.
- and I'll tell him something, and then

he'll insist that I never told him,
and I did, I did.

Clara.

I need you to focus in
right now. Okay?

(quietly):
Yeah.

Can you do that?

Yeah. Yeah, sorry.

(exhales)
What is it?

Do you know this woman?

Um...

Yes. This is Dr. McCabe.

Dr. McCabe. Okay.

Does your husband know
Dr. McCabe, also?

Uh, we both do.
She's our couples therapist.

Couples...

therapist.

Okay.

What are you doing?

Dr. McCabe's building
is over here.

You'll see.

What are you doing
in the street?

I'm looking for this.

Right here.

"Police,
please don't ticket."

Every doorman in the city
makes this play.

Okay, but why?

Excuse me. Officer.

- I'm right here.
DANNY: Yeah, it's Detective.

And the sign says
no standing any time.

I know, Detective,
and I'm sorry.

- Mm-hmm.
- The next garage is six blocks away

and a hundred dollars a day.

Yeah, well, that's
not our problem.

- Call for a tow, please?
- Oh, no.

No, no, please.

Tell you what,
we help you, you help us.

Okay. Do you know this woman,

- Dr. McCabe?
- Yeah, I know her.

That's Camille McCabe, 3C.

But doctor? She ain't no doctor.

She doesn't run
a couples therapy business

out of her apartment?

I don't know what you're talking
about with that.

She's a professor, or something.
No couples therapist.

Mm-hmm.

Have a good day.

ABETEMARCO:
All right, all right.

It's very nice of you guys,
but it was no big deal.

No, it was good work, Anthony.

Thank you very much.
I really appreciate it.

I'll see you guys in a bit, huh?

MAN:
Great work, Anthony.

Hey, uh, I just wanted
to let you know

we got an indictment on
the Costello robbery case.

Do you really think
there's anything

that happens in this office
that you know about before me?

Right, of course, uh,
I just wanted to say thanks.

No, what you were here hoping
was that I would say thanks,

which is not
gonna happen,

so you can be on your merry way.

I don't get it.
We got a good indictment.

What are you so pissed about?

You made me look like an idiot
in front of everyone.

I'm sorry, sweetheart,
you did that all on your own.

You are already
in the doghouse.

You really want
to end up in the pound?

Look, y-you came
into my office a-all hot,

hanging up on people,
screaming and yelling.

You disobeyed a direct order.

I didn't disobey, I just came
upon new information.

And then you proceeded
to move on it

without clearing it
with me or this office.

You don't get to do that.

Things were moving
a hundred miles an hour.

I didn't have time.

I honestly didn't
even think about it.

Well, maybe you should have.

Come on, Erin, you and I have
done this kind of thing

a thousand times together.

It's different now.

Well, why?

- 'Cause you're the boss?
- Yeah.

That's right.

You let me make an ass of myself
in front of the entire staff.

You wouldn't let me
get a word in.

And-and,

to be honest, I didn't even
see them all there.

Anthony, you have
to work with them.

I need to lead them.

I can't do that

without their respect,
which I lost, thanks to you.

(door opens, closes)

Still don't understand
how you got the college

to just give you her computer.

My chiseled good looks.

My powers of
hypnotic persuasion.

Okay. When I told the dean
that Camille McCabe

was the subject
of a police investigation,

he said the computer
didn't belong to her,

it belonged to
the state of New York.

So he gave it to me.

I guess the dean doesn't
want to run afoul

of that sweet state funding.

Sounds right to me.

Anything yet?

No real red flags, but...
well, this is a little weird.

What is?

You ever see that
old movie Gaslight?

Gas-- no.

Well, she has.

Quite a bit, it seems.

- You see all these websites?
DANNY: Mm-hmm.

Each of them is either

a message board about
the movie or a fan blog.

Some of them are even
psychiatric papers

written about the dynamic.

Okay, well, what the hell is it?

Well, in the movie,

the husband basically drives
the wife insane.

It's like psychological warfare.

And over time, he
slowly convinces her

that everything she thinks
is wrong or her imagination.

That's what you think this is,

with the Hayes couple,
uh, gaslighting?

Well, it sounds a lot like
what she was saying to us

the other day, right?

- It sounds like nonsense.
- Come on.

Listen to my hunch.
I went with yours.

What?

I think both our hunches
might be right.

You realize this
isn't Augusta, right?

Okay!

That was amazing.

How'd you do that?

Do what?

So you want to tell me
why we're back here?

Why are you always
so suspicious?

Occupational hazard.

I just thought it'd be fun.

So the fact that I proposed to
you here is just a coincidence?

I want to transfer to the 2-9.

What?

Absolutely not.

But it was your idea.

Was, and then
you turned it down.

Well, I'm turning it up.

- The answer is no.
- Why?

Because you think the cops
at the 2-9 don't like me,

you think I have
a public relations problem

and you want to come over
and be my personal DCPI.

That is not true.

Okay, fine, it's a little true.

It started out that way, but
that's not the real reason why.

What are you...

Fine.

Fine. Here's the real reason.

Our vows.

Yeah. I don't want them
to just mean something

on our wedding day.

I want them
to mean something today

and tomorrow
and every day after that.

I will always have your back.

If you fall behind,
I'll wait up.

I'll earn your respect, and pay
you respect, every day we have.

I'll be your scout, your night
watchman, your cavalry.

Your medic, your chaplain
in our army of two.

- No retreat. No surrender.
- No surrender.

You can count on me.

You can count on me.

And your two cents?

Oh, totally your call.

I know that,
but I am asking for your input.

Whatever you think is best.

Yes, and the way
I make that determination

is a process that includes me

soliciting your opinion.

Why would my opinion matter?
It's police business.

And there it is.

Now, when you're
right, you're right.

And you're right,
I am not a cop.

Oh, cut it out.

I am confident that I could
advise you on certain matters

- It's an office, not a sandbox.
- that pertain to police business,

caused by the hidebound
big blue wall

that police business
is conducted behind...

- Garrett, please cut it out.
- ...the jams that lack

of transparency causes,
but I am not a cop,

so I recuse
myself on matters

requiring that expertise.

(door shuts)

Okay. We'll do it the hard way.

Dr. McCabe?

Dr. McCabe.

Detectives Reagan and Baez.

Yes?

You are Dr. McCabe, right?

Camille McCabe, PhD.

Mm. So not

Dr. Camille McCabe,
couples therapist, right?

Can I help you detectives
with something?

Yeah, actually,
you can.

How long have
you known Richard Hayes?

Who?

DANNY: The guy with
his tongue down your throat.

CAMILLE:
I don't know.

Uh, a year?

And how long have you
and Richard Hayes

been gaslighting Mrs. Hayes?

E-Excuse me?

We had been seeing each other

for about a year
when we first discussed it.

Discuss your plan to gaslight
Richard's wife Clara.

Richard tried

to leave her many times.
She would simply refuse.

And that's why you decided
to drive her mad?

It doesn't make you insane,
it just confuses you.

Whose idea was it?

I was doing
some research on the topic

for one of my lectures,
and it caught Richard's eye.

He asked me to
drill down on it.

And you did.

DANNY: And when
that didn't work,

you decided to double down,
and take on the role

of a phony couples therapist
for Richard and Clara?

Richard insisted
she was close to breaking.

He just thought she needed
a little nudge.

"Nudge" being drugging her
with chloroform

and staging an attempted murder.

Hey, that was all Richard.

I had nothing to do with that.

When I found out the reason
that Richard wanted me

to research the effects
of chloroform,

I told him he was crazy.

I said I wanted nothing
to do with it.

But you didn't call the police.

No.

But I should have.

I absolutely should have.

Would you be willing
to testify in court

to all of this?

Absolutely.
A hundred percent.

Richard should pay
for what he did.

CAMILLE (on video):
Absolutely.

A hundred percent.

Richard should pay
for what he did.

This is garbage.
Complete and utter nonsense.

This was all her idea.

- He said, she said.
DANNY: Yep.

And she said first,
so guess what?

She's the grand
prize winner.

- Well, she's lying.
- Mm.

It was her idea
to fake the shooting.

Her idea to
make it look like

- Clara shot me.
- I'm sure it was.

I'm not lying.
This was all her plan.

She was there, too.

- Say again.
- It's true.

She was in the kitchen,
hiding.

She's the one that slipped
chloroform into her drink.

Hell, she's the one
who actually shot me

after Clara passed out.

Sounds like you're throwing
a little bit of a Hail Mary,

don't you think, Richard?

It's the God's honest truth.

- He said, she said.
- Yeah.

Only matters what
you can prove. Come on.

- Come on, get up.
- Wait, wait, wait.

I can prove it.
I can.

How you gonna
do that, Richard?

- You gonna gaslight us, too?
- No, no, no.

I've got a nanny cam
in the living room.

I put it there to keep an eye
on Clara when I wasn't home.

Camille didn't know
about it, but...

it had to have
recorded everything.

The shooting will be on there.

Hmm. Right.

- Oh...
RICHARD: See?

Told ya.

Well, you guys are crazy,
but this is good news.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

- Does this get me off?
- It gets your wife off.

And puts you
and your girlfriend away

for a very long time.

Come on, get up.
Get up!

(indistinct chatter)

Officers, fall in
for roll call.

- Officer Cooper.
- Here, sir.

2-9 Frank. Don't forget
to fill up this time.

- Officer Tedesco.
- Here.

Patrol post 15.

- Officer Janko.
- Present, sir.

Patrol post 11.

Yes, sir.

And welcome to the 2-9.

- Officer Goldman...
- Yes, sir.

Patrol post 9...

(chuckles)

Hey, Erin, I'm so sorry.

No, it's me.

It's just, it's this job.
I should have...

Nonsense. I should have
just kept my mouth shut.

And I should have listened.

What do you say
we bury the hatchet

in a couple of martinis?

- Straight up with a twist?
- Let's do it.

(mellow piano music playing,
indistinct chatter)

Good night.

WOMAN:
Bye.

Deputy Commissioner Moore,
come with us, please.

What the hell?!

(siren chirps) Just come with us, sir.
It's okay.

Come with us, right now,
let's go.

(grunts)

(tires screeching)

12 minutes and four seconds
from pickup.

Well done.

That'll be all,
Inspector,

and thank you.

Where am I?

Bravo Bunker.

This place was created
in the wake of 911.

Why am I here?

We've been asking ourselves
the same thing.

Yeah, boss.

I am getting to that.

Look, I was assuming
that all three of you

would be in my office
at the same time.

You were delayed, so you were
deleted from the drill.

Yeah, I felt pretty deleted.

I-- You made that very clear.

But there wasn't an option.

No one talks of this place
outside of this place.

This facility was designed
for only the most

indispensable men and women
of the NYPD.

I have come to realize
that title and rank

are not the only things
that go into "indispensable."

(sighs)

You are.

You are.

You are.

I will now show you your bunks

and the kitchen

while you say a prayer

that we never have
to use them.

EDDIE:
In the name of the Father,

the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

Our Father, full of grace
who arts in heaven,

forgive us our daily bread,
and blessed is the fruit

of those who trespass
against us...

HENRY:
Okay, Eddie, Eddie,

I have to stop you there.
(laughter)

Seriously, what was that?

I was saying grace.

I have no idea what
you were just saying.

Yeah, but it definitely
wasn't grace.

(laughter)
JAMIE: It's okay, babe,

I think you just got
a little confused.

I think you were saying
the Our Father...

With a little Hail Mary
thrown in there.

- And then she circled back
to the Our Father again. - Right...

SEAN: And then it was just kind
of like a super weird mash-up.

(laughter)
It made no sense.

It's okay, babe.
They're just busting chops.

Yeah, it's-- I just--
I was just, I don't know,

I was just trying
to fit in. I...

I don't know why you guys
have to all be so mean.

Eddie, they were--

You just sat there.
You let them.

Really, guys?

Jamie...

Well... happy?

Who knew she was so sensitive?

Who knew we were
so insensitive?

I guess we're just
used to each other.

I started it.
I guess I'll go and apologize.

Thanks, guys, I really
appreciate the warm welcome.

What's next, noogies?

- She leave?
- No.

She's just getting a grip.

Eddie, I-I started it.
It was wrong.

It was just wrong.

Yeah, I think it was
just our family's

poor attempt at humor.
We're-We're sorry, Eddie.

Lame of us to go
for the easy joke.

Even lamer of us

to make fun of
the effort you put in.

- Sorry.
- Sorry.

Sorry.

I don't know.

I don't know what
to say, except...

Wow, you guys are
really easy.

- What?
EDDIE: What a bunch of suckers.

A few crocodile tears

and you're-and you're
just groveling to me.

DANNY:
Oh, my God.

Okay, all right,
so this is all a big joke.

Payback is a bitch.

Oh, so you were
in on it?

Well, after last week's
initiation,

I told him I wanted
to give you guys

a taste of your own medicine.

So we cooked this up together.

Yeah, but our
family's tradition

is to gang up on the new spouse.
- That's right.

Not the other way around.

(laughter)

Well, now we got
a new family tradition.

Well done.

Bravo.

- Well played.
- You did good.

Pass the potatoes.

Thank you.

It was just so funny.

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