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JAMIE: You can't be serious.
SERRANO: Does it look like I'm laughing?

JAMIE: You need to calm down.
SERRANO: I'll calm down when you explain

how you could post this,
'cause the only takeaway I get

is you're a straight-up racist.

Hey. What the hell's
going on?

Officer Serrano somehow has it
in her head...

In my head?

You posted it.
It's out there.

"If every minority

"in NYC suddenly disappeared,

the crime rate
would drop to zero."

He didn't write this.

Username is JamieReaganNYPD,
isn't it?

JAMIE: It's fake.
I don't post

on SquawkTalk
or any other social media.

Yeah, Marisol,
he's telling the truth.

And you're kissing his ass.

Nice to know whose team
you're on.

A post that says the Giants
are the best team in the NFL.

Oh, come on,
the sarge is not a racist.

Okay.

So someone else
must've posted this garbage.

Sorry, Sarge.

Thank you.

Back to work.

What the hell, right?

I mean, people
have pranked you before but...

But who hates me this much?

(sighs)

No comment.

I'll say it again.
"No comment"

is taken as a comment,

insofar as it is assumed
you're ducking the issue.

Then what phrase can I use

to communicate I have no opinion
on the matter?

One doesn't exist anymore.

There isn't a single combination
of words

in the English language...
- Sir.

I don't like that look.

20 minutes ago an off-duty
detective from the 7-4 squad,

shot a man in
a Bronx mini-mart.

The victim?

Dead at the scene.
No I.D.

Please say he was stopping
a robbery or something.

Owner says the detective
began harassing the other man,

and then opened fire.

He have a name?

Doug Lynch.

You know, boss, I should go
up there and sort things out.

That's not necessary.

No. It's just that I've know
Doug Lynch for almost 20 years.

I'd like One PP
to make an appearance.

With your blessing, of course.

What did I just see?

Your guess is as good as mine.

Night, Ms. Reagan.

Thanks, Annie.

Uh, am I crazy?

Has that guy been out on that
bench for the last six hours?

Says he needs to
talk to Anthony.

Who's been in court all day.

I told him to try again
tomorrow but he won't budge.

Hi, I'm Erin Reagan.

Can I help you?

Sorry, only Anthony Abetemarco
can.

Well, I'm his boss so try me.

My name's Leo Stutz.

I work for Freddy Fallaci.

I'm guessing
you've heard of him.

Yeah. Only by reputation.

Drug dealer and murderous thug.

And you've been working your ass
trying to nail him but can't.

So I'm here to help.

And I'm here to wonder
what's in it for you.

Look, I'm a nobody.

I run errands for Freddy,
sometimes drive him around.

But I've seen
the bad stuff he does

and I can't take it
any longer.

Personally, the guy deserves
to go down.

And I can make it happen.

So why not
just go to the police?

Why Detective Abetemarco?

(chuckles)
'Cause I'm his little brother

and family looks out
for family.

(siren wailing)

I got eyes.

But F.I.D.'s on the way.

They can interview him
at the 7-4.

- It's calmer there.
- Got it.

What about the PC?

He's been apprised.

- If he has any questions,
- You sure that'll still work?

- I got this, Gus.
RAMPTON: Okay.

Guys, argue about this later.

♪ ♪

(indistinct chatter)

Officer, what's going on?

Detective.

And I thought
I got here quick.

We were helping execute
a warrant a couple blocks over.

You go in?

Just to make sure
the lady's dead.

Mei-Ling Chan.

Neighbors say her daughter,
Margo, lives with her,

but I couldn't find her.

Do us a favor, clear out
the nosy neighbors, okay?

You got it.

Looks like she was strangled.

Body's fresh.

Enough food for two,
also fresh.

I'm gonna take
a look around.

Margo?

(rattling nearby)

(muffled crying)

Stay away from me!

Whoa! Whoa. It's okay.

Police. Margo?
(panting)

(whimpers)
It's okay.

Baez.

Come on.

You're safe. Come on.

Get a bus.

5-4 detectives to Central.
We need a bus forthwith.

266 Madison Avenue.
We have a female,

mid-20s...
- But, but what about my mom?

Whoa, whoa. Wait. Hey. W-Wait.
Mom? Mom!

(screams):
No!

(quietly):
It's okay.

(crying)

Okay. Okay.
(sobbing)

Mom.

♪ Blue Bloods 9x16 ♪
Past Tense
Original Air Date on March 8, 2019

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@elder_man

♪ ♪

- But I'm an only child.
- And that's what I said.

Leo Stutz.

Anthony Abetemarco.

First off, explain this crap
about being my brother.

Half brother, actually.

Which means
you're only half insane.

LEO:
Come on, really?

You don't remember me
from the old days?

I was the little kid you
used to call "Leo the Leech"

'cause I hung around you even
after you told me to get lost.

I remember Leo the Leech.

He was a lot shorter.

And you was a lot skinnier.

So what street
did I, uh, live on?

Willow Vista. Number 17.

And I was two blocks away, on...

Hickory Ridge. Yeah.

All right. So you do know him?

- Doesn't prove we're related.
- Come on, look.

My mom had a problem playing
the ponies down at Freehold.

Got in real deep
to your dad.

One day, he came by,
told her to pay up...

She paid up, all right.

That does sound
like my old man.

Nine months later, ta-da!

I gotta say, you do have

a certain Abetemarco style
about you.

Because I always
wanted to be like you.

That's why I hung around.

I knew, even if you didn't.

What do you say, Erin?
See any resemblance?

The only thing I see

is a chance to put
Freddy Fallaci in prison.

So let's get to work.

I got you.

Hey, anything
from the scene?

No prints, no hairs, no DNA.

Cosgrove is rounding up
a list of the neighbors.

You know, you didn't have
to ride here with her, Reagan.

Well, uh, she lost her mom,
what do you want me to do? - (sighs)

I mean, I've spent the
night in worse places

than a hospital waiting room.

What can I say? I'm a softie
for that kind of thing.

Hey, Doc, what do you got?

Ah, she presented
with severe tachycardia

and elevated cortisol.

Okay, can we get
to the headline?

She's stable.
Coming off of her sedation.

- Can we speak to her?
- Gently.

How you feeling, Margo?

I miss my mom.

Okay. I promise you,

we're gonna do everything we can
to find who did this.

But what we need from you

i-is for you to help
walk us through what happened.

(exhales) Um...

We were eating dinner

and someone banged
on the front door.

Was she expecting anyone,
your mom?

Not that I know of,
but she's on the co-op board,

and people drop by.

She told me to give them
a couple minutes.

Could you hear your mom talking
to this person?

Was it a male or female?

I don't know,
it was muffled, but...

uh, then I heard her yell
and something got knocked over.

I called out
but Mom didn't answer,

and then they started turning
the knob on my door

and I freaked
and got in the closet.

I didn't know what else to do.

Margo, did your mom ever say
that she was scared of anyone?

Anybody threatened her
or anything like that?

No. No. She...

Why would she be?
She never hurt anyone.

(shuddering):
Now she's gone.

(crying):
Oh, my God.

Hey. We will be here
for you, okay?

You have my word.

Okay?

(crying)

I was gonna send him the link
but the account's been deleted,

and the posts.

Maybe I.D. Theft Squad
or Computer Crimes

can track down the IP address
of whoever created the account.

Then I meet the guy at his
house with a baseball bat.

MAN:
Sergeant Reagan?

Looks like the rat squad
sniffed it out.

All right, relax.

It was all fake-- the account,
the post, everything.

This concerns something else.

Let's chat, Sergeant. Alone.

Here's good.
What's this about?

Her.

Internal Affairs received
information that Officer Janko

has been attempting
to extract protection money

from a local business.

Yeah, right.

Is this a joke to you?

Eddie taking bribes is.
Who's accusing her?

- That's confidential.
- Let me guess.

It was anonymous.
Maybe on the tip-line?

Eddie Janko has done nothing
wrong; I'd bet my shield on it.

And you wouldn't cover for her?

- Come again?
- Our records show

that you specifically requested

her transfer
from the 12th Precinct

soon after you made
the jump yourself.

Because this place was a zoo
and she's a great cop.

You guys got any other
unfounded suspicions?

Suck it up and ask her yourself.

We'll do just that.

Good.

- What?
- Whoever's gunning for me

is gunning for you, too.

GARRETT: So, the dead guy
drew first?

GORMLEY: Security footage confirms
he pulled first.

Detective Lynch drew his weapon
and shot him.

Bad guy's gun
slid under a freezer,

so the owner didn't see it.

What about him
harassing the guy?

The only harassment
was Doug recognizing this guy

as a strong-arm robber
he's been after

for years,
Ellis Hardwick.

When he asked him for I.D.,

Hardwick goes, "Go to hell."

You know, a lot
of brass showed up,

and only one from the 7-4.

I checked.

Doug's got a lot of friends.

Well, that could almost look
like damage control.

- What for?
- I mean, it's not like

the guy's a drunk
or on the take.

Boss, Doug's a year shy
of getting out,

and this is the first time
he fired his weapon.

A shooting this late
in the game,

especially a fatal one,
can really screw

with a guy's head.

So, how is he?

Oh, he's gonna be fine.

And it was a good shoot,

so let's give thanks for that.
Yeah.

Yeah.

You know, this guy's file reads

like the greatest hits
of police work.

Solid as they come.

Bring him up.

Bring him up here?

For a cop with his record,

there's very few commendations.

Let's change all that.

Buck him up.

Well, it's just that Doug

never puts himself up
for medals, you know?

He doesn't like
people making a fuss.

But, you know what,
let me talk to him,

see if he's up for it.

(exhales)

What'd I just see?

So, you were the one
who found Mrs. Chan.

Yeah, I was coming
down the hall,

and I saw her door
standing open,

which was weird
because she

and the offspring
are pretty private.

And, suddenly, this person
comes blasting out,

knocks me on my ass.

- A he or a she?
- I don't know.

Tall, bundled up,
coat and gloves.

- Freaked me out.
BAEZ: Julie, what did you think

of Mei-Ling Chan?
(sighs)

She was a grade-A
pain in the ass.

Not to speak ill of the dead.

Always ranting about rich kids
invading our building.

I'm on the board, too,
and she yelled at me

on a daily basis.

Must've pissed you off.

When you look like I do,

the plain Janes open fire.

So, you live in the apartment
just below the victim?

And she was always complaining
about my music

coming up
through her floorboards.

And maybe the
weed smoke, too?

She retaliated
by stomping around overhead.

Like a furniture rodeo up there,
day and night.

So you hated her.

How did a... unique
fellow like yourself

come to live in
an apartment building like that?

My old man used

to work on Wall Street.

He croaked at his desk.
I inherited the pad.

And there's nothin'
nobody could do about it.

BAEZ:
Sarah, we understand

you're a photographer?

And I shoot all over the world,
so I'm rarely here.

But every time I am,
Mei-Ling is pissing someone off.

Like last year, uh,
someone broke into my place

and stole ten grand worth
of prints.

I asked the board to
install hallway cameras,

but Mei-Ling said her privacy
trumped my photos.

That must have made you mad.

Mad enough, maybe, to, uh,

be inspired by one
of your own photos?

I admit I
wasn't happy.

But then Mei-Ling helped
a friend of mine

get into the building.

Kinda made me like her a little.

So, I went through past arrests,

looking for perps who might want
to get back at both of us.

And?

And most of 'em are still
locked up, some of 'em are dead.

But I found one guy
who is not only out,

he never so much as
served a day in prison.

And you brought me out
in this mess for...?

Trust me, it's
gonna be worth it.

Don Voorhees?

You got to be kidding me.
Reagan and Janko.

Glad you still remember us, Don.

How could I forget the two
pricks that ruined my life?

No, you ruined your own life
by having your parolees

do your dirty work
for you.

And yet you somehow still
managed to squirm away.

I'm free because I'm innocent.

But, still, I'm the only one
that got screwed.

By not going to prison?

There's other punishments.

Corrections fired me.

They took away my pension.
I spent every dime

I had defending myself.

Don, what's going on?

Nothing, sis. Just some trash
blew up to the doorstep.

We're police officers.

Oh. So like he said,
trash.

Hey, sis,

it turns out you're helping him
come after us,

you're gonna be
in a whole world of hurt, too.

Go to hell.

What is she talking about,
coming after you?

If you are doing
what we think you're doing,

you will go to prison this time.

Wait, let me get this straight.

So somebody is getting
a taste of their own medicine?

(laughs)

Well, hallelujah!
(laughing)

Keep laughing, Don, right back
into another pair of handcuffs.

You need to learn
about double jeopardy,

'cause the only thing you're
coming with is your big mouth

and this little bitch
you bring along for backup.

- Hey, you...
- Hey, just let him keep laughing.

Keep laughing.

We'll be back, Voorhees.

I'll be waiting for you.

- Can I help you?
- It's okay. I'm her brother.

Hey, sorry, you got a minute?

Yeah, for you, anytime.

How is Don Voorhees
not in prison?

Uh, refresh my memory?

Parole officer
who we arrested last year

for abusing his parolees.
We gift-wrapped him for you.

Yeah, and, somehow,
he got re-gifted.

Right back out on the street.

Okay, I wasn't even quarterback
on the Voorhees case.

After I came down here and I personally
walked you through every single detail

of what he did?

Yeah, but I relayed it to an excellent
A.D.A. who took it to trial.

Erin, you handed it off?

Yeah, but I tracked it.

Look, all of his victims
were ex-cons,

none of which would testify.

And he's-- or was--

a law enforcement officer,
all right? So,

all that adds up to...

you find a jury
that would convict.

So, I'm sorry.

Well, "sorry" means that
he's still out on the street.

What is this really about?

We think Voorhees
wants payback.

He sicced IAB, maybe,
on-on Eddie...

He's trying to smear Jamie

by posting racist
propaganda under his name.

And you have hard evidence
of that?

It's on SquawkTalk.

That it was Voorhees?

Wow, okay,
that's where your mind goes?

Of course he walked.

- Okay, easy.
- You know, I thought that,

you guys,

you're supposed
to look out for each other.

Easy.

Eddie.

Never mind.

(door opens)

Lieutenant,
you get a heads-up?

No, Detective,
I did not.

I mean, don't get me wrong.
This is quite an honor.

It's not every day you get
the PC himself dropping by.

Tends to disrupt the day,

you get a call I'm coming in.

Help me out, Doug.
Have we met?

You certainly must have been
in the same room at one point.

Nice to meet you.

And you.

And I think I have good news.

You've been cleared
in the bodega shooting.

Well...

Doug's nothing if not modest.

Excuse me,
I was talking to him.

I'd been after Ellis Hardwick
for years.

Felt... good to finally get him.

And he will never
hurt anyone again,

which is why I'm recommending
you for the Combat Cross.

Doug's a little light

on awards.

I think we need to fix that.

I don't know
where my dress blues are

off the top of my head,
but I'm sure a quick recon

of the hall closet...
- Just say thanks,

Detective.

Of course.

Thank you, Commissioner Reagan.

I am also reinstating you
to full duty.

No more house mouse.

- That'd be great.
- But, Doug, who else

has your hawk eye
for logging evidence?

Surely, we can use a detective
of his caliber on the street.

Yes, sir, of course.

Would you excuse us a moment?

I'll be in my office
if you need anything else, sir.

So, Doug,

I'm sitting in my office
the other day,

and, you know,
it occurred to me,

it's been so long
since I made an arrest,

I'm not sure
I could Mirandize someone.

Read me my rights.

Sir?

Oh, come on. Just for fun.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say...

can be held against you
in a court of law.

And will be.

You're right to consult
an attorney.

And right...

Have the right to life, liberty,
and the pursuit of happiness.

Well done.

Thank you.

Brought back some memories.

Again, Doug,

congratulations.

Thank you, sir.

Have you been eating?

- Noodles.
- Noodles?

Look, after this,
I'm gonna take you to lunch,

and we'll get you something
more substantial, okay?

Have a seat over here.

Okay, so none
of the co-op's outside cameras

saw anyone leave in the moments
after your mother's murder.

So we want you to listen

to the interviews we had
with some of your neighbors.

We had our techs muffle
the audio

so it sounds
like it's coming through a wall.

We're hoping
you might be able

to recognize one of the voices
as the voice you heard.

- Okay?
- Okay.

SARAH (muffled):
Last year,

someone broke into my place

and stole ten grand worth
of prints.

I asked the board
to install hallway cameras...

No, voice is too high.

(tapping keyboard)

LOGAN (muffled): I was coming
down the hall, and I saw

her door standing open...

Not that one either.

Sorry.

No pressure.

(taps keyboard)

CONRAD (muffled): She retaliated
by stomping around overhead.

Like a furniture rodeo up there,
day and night.

Oh, my God, no.

No, what?

It's this one. It's this one.

- You sure?
- Yes.

Our Satan-loving metalhead.

Yeah.

So-so what happens now?

He killed my mom, so you can
go arrest him now, right?

Unfortunately,

we don't have enough of what
we call probable cause, but...

- What?
- But we-we are getting closer.

And we're getting closer
thanks to you.

Once you're in there,
get Fallaci talking

about who he imports from,

how his distro works.

Anthony, this guy's

real paranoid.

What if he finds the device?

Just say the code word, and
we're there in no time flat.

The way you waddle?

Ain't lost anyone yet,
smart-ass.

And, uh, we pull this off, we'll
go back to the old neighborhood,

get a little surf 'n' turf
at Donzi's.

Now you're talkin'.

There you go.
Okay, uh,

you get going.

Let me run my boss through
what we got planned.

Later, brother.

Okay, pal.

- Hey, Ms. Reagan.
- Leo.

You guys are thick
as thieves in here already.

Hey, the kid can
put it away,

just like me.
- Ah? Well,

while you were breaking bread,
did he happen to come clean?

About?

Ran Leo's name
through Narcotics.

Why would you do that?

Because getting background
on an informant is important.

Turns out he's not a nobody
like he claims he is.

Turns out he actually
works muscle for Fallaci

and almost beat a...

rival drug dealer
to death last year.

Kid never said
he was the Pope.

Just don't forget that this
is about nailing Fallaci.

Which is what we're gonna do.

So you and me have nothing else
to talk about.

What is it? Early
onset Alzheimer's?

Vascular dementia?

Don't know.

He won't go to the doctor.

And quitting before
he reaches retirement

leaves a lot on the table.

And no medical benefits.

We're just trying to get him
across the finish line, boss.

He's given his
whole life to the job.

(sighs)

Now yours hangs in the balance.

Nothing we did
is a violation.

You lied to me. Twice.

And I shouldn't have done that.

And I'm sorry about that.

I put Doug first.

I am ordering
Force Investigation

to look into the shooting again.

You think I lied
about that, too?

You tell me.

It was a good shoot.

And Doug Lynch is a good man.

I don't care about me,
but have a heart about him.

How about this?

You don't tell me
to have a heart,

and I don't tell you
to use your head.

You don't lie or mislead
your boss,

not on this, not on anything,

not ever.

Hey. How'd it go with IAB?

They told me I was
taking bribes,

and I told them
they could stuff it.

Where are we at with
Computer Crimes?

Still trying to confirm
if it was Voorhees

that created the fake
SquawkTalk account,

and they're trying
to link his phone

to the one that called
the IAB tip-line about you.

Well, what if we checked in
with some of his old parolees?

Maybe he's leaning on
one of them for this.

- Yeah.
- Or we could visit his... his work.

Maybe he's using
their computer.

- Yeah.
- He's got a company phone.

Yeah, I'll...
I'll get into it.

(sighs) You mean
we'll get into it.

Eddie, IAB could
already be tailing you.

If they know
that we're a couple,

it's gonna look bad
that I vouched for you.

I shouldn't have even taken you
to the house yesterday, you know?

Well, then you would've
got your ass kicked.

Look, we'll just steer clear
of each other in public,

and then, with any luck,
maybe getting in Voorhees' face

was enough to make him
back off altogether.

Jamie.

Not your car.

(sighs)

ERIN:
I'm just saying,

someone shows up out of the blue
and announces

that you're siblings--
that's a shock to the system

that you don't get over.

- I would.
- What?

Get over it. I mean,
my dad's been living

double lives most of his life,
so I'd probably be more like,

"Oh, of course
I have a half brother."

That must be a tough way to
have to look at the world.

My mom said it prepared me
for "life's rich pageant."

(laughter)
Ah.

Well, is this Leo
a nice guy?

Nice? I don't know if he's nice.

He's like Anthony if Anthony
took a wrong turn somewhere.

DANNY:
So in other words,

he's a moronic, walking,
talking case of heartburn

but with a criminal record.

Ha-ha.

Does Anthony like him?

Loves him.
Literally like...

a long-lost brother.

Well, of course he does.

Blood is blood,
come right down to it.

Are you staying out of it?

Am I staying out
of what?

Out of trying to steer
Anthony's reaction

to this new person in his life.

Now, why would you ask me that?

A lifetime of knowing you.

Gee, thanks, Dad.

- You're welcome.
SEAN: I don't know, I think it'd be

pretty cool
to have a new brother show up.

(chuckles):
How quickly they forget.

No, I just miss
the company.

And Jack can't be around,

so having
another brother

around my age...
might not be a bad thing.

What about a sister?

You already got
that covered.

Kiddo, some half brother of
yours shows up out of nowhere,

I'm gonna have a serious talk
with your mother's grave.

Uncle Danny!

What?

JAMIE:
Me, I'm with Erin.

Someone comes along and upends
everything you thought you knew

about your family,
I'm not sure I'd want to know.

That is one bullet I
promise you've dodged.

And I'm with Anthony.

Grab what life tosses you;
make the most of it.

Especially when the surprise is:
you got a bigger family.

Yeah, but even that way?

Why not? Boil it down,
you got one more person

you can count on in the end.

I mean, who wouldn't
be grateful for that?

Hmm. I'm grateful
for these potatoes.

(chuckles)

- Okay, I'm sorry.
- Okay, I'm sorry.

I...

I shouldn't have snapped at you.

No. I...

should have handled the
Voorhees case myself.

I know it was
important to you guys.

And, I don't know,
I guess I'm just so...

used to everyone
judging my decisions.

I mean, Danny makes a
hobby out of it, so...

But it wasn't my place.

True. You're not family

until you say the
I-do's, but...

go ahead, have at me.

Nah. We're outnumbered
in that table as it is.

I shouldn't have
barged in to your office,

guns blazing,

and I'm sorry.

Huh.

Well, I mean it.
I'm apologizing.

I grew up with
three brothers,

so whenever there was a beef
that deserved an apology

from one of them, it usually came
with a dozen self-serving amendments,

so this is...

this is nice.
- Hmm.

You want me to do it again?

Yeah.
(laughs)

I'm sorry. My bad.

Me, too.

You're okay.

- Hey, boss.
- Yeah?

Sign this?

Yeah.

(quietly): Any word
from Voorhees' job?

Yeah, only that his boss
also thinks he's a creep.

And his parolees
aren't helping him.

They still got PTSD from
what he did to them before.

- So we got to keep up the charade.
- Yeah.

And watch our backs
in the meantime.

Thanks.

JAMIE:
Now you got to be kidding me.

DESK SERGEANT:
Help you, sir?

Yeah. I'd like
to make a complaint

against two
of your officers. Them.

Reagan and
Janko, for...

repeated and malicious
harassment.

What the hell
are you talking about, Voorhees?

Yeah, you got it
exactly backwards.

They came to my house

and made defamatory statements

against me
in front of my family.

And then they go
to my place of work and make

false accusations against
me, so that by the time

I get there, I lose my job!

So they need to lose
their job, too.

DESK SERGEANT: Sir,
that's not up to me,

but I can take your statement
and refer it

to the Civilian Complaint
Review Board.

Good.
Then I'll have their jobs.

Not a word of what he's saying
is true-- not "the"

or "and" or "I."
- See? He's doing it again,

right here and now-- he's
defaming me right here and now!

They need to pay for what they
been putting me through.

Go on, write
it down.

Straight from
the M.E.'s office.

Thanks.

Medical examiner?

What's that?

Uh, it's nothing.

Or nothing you
want to tell me.

(sighs):
Okay, look.

I ran a DNA test
on you and Leo.

I'm not sure I heard you right.

From the soda that you guys
left in the conference room.

We're about to make
a big move on Fallaci.

We need to make
sure we can trust

that Leo's on
the up-and-up.

- You more than anyone.
- You know, Erin,

I've been in this business
a long time,

and I know I can trust my gut
even if you can't.

(exhales)

(crumples paper)

So unless you want to stab me
in the back some more,

me and Leo,
we're gonna go catch

the real bad guy.

DANNY:
What the hell are we even doing

back here?
911 got five phone calls.

The neighbor's saying Conrad
killed Ms. Chan.

They're smart.

Hey. Step aside.
All right. Police.

(excited chatter)
Move. Move!

Hey, back up. Okay, back up.

(chatter continues)

Conrad!

It's Detective Reagan!
Open up!

CONRAD: Forget it! They're
trying to break my door down!

He killed her,
I'm telling you!

Shut up!
Move back and shut up!

Hey, the only one gonna break your
door down is me you don't open it.

(excited chatter)
Hey, shut up!

Shut up!

Hey, you better
get 'em out of here,

or I'm gonna start
bustin' heads!

Threatening neighbors now?

Great. The only one getting
out of here is you. Go.

(chatter continues)

But I didn't
murder that lady.

Says the dirtbag who was about
to get violent with his neighbors.

Well, those bastards
were coming after me.

They didn't lay a finger
on you-- unlike you

laying all ten of yours
around Ms. Chan's neck.

Hey, pothead, you know
you feel guilty about this.

You know it's all building up
inside of you,

so why don't you relieve
some of that stress

and do us all a favor.
Just fess up.

I didn't kill her,
I swear to God.

Hey! You're not allowed
to use the Lord's name in vain.

I-I... I can prove it.

No, I-I was doing

my music blog
when she got killed.

You didn't say that
the other day.

DANNY: No, you didn't.
- Yeah, because...

Because what?

Because I smoke too much
weed, and I forget things.

But check my computer.

You'll see I was live

for two hours.

Look at the... the-the...
the time code!

Or maybe you just
forgot strangling her

'cause you smoke
too much weed.

(panting)

CONRAD:
No weed's that good.

You stay put.

Do not tell me that
you believe that crap.

It's easy to check,
and if he's got an alibi...?

- What do you mean?
- Strangling someone takes rage.

You don't think
that animal has rage?

It's a crime of passion.

That guy's just a stoner
and a slider.

Besides, how did that mob know
to go after him?

Somebody would have had
to tell 'em, right?

Yes.

Somebody would.

And it would have to be somebody
we haven't had our eyes on.

Hey, Eddie?

Computer Crimes confirmed

the IP address that
created the fake account came

from Voorhees' place.

And TARU said it
was Voorhees' phone

that called the
IAB tip-line.

Are you hearing me?

We got enough to get
this son of a bitch.

I don't know, Jamie.

You... you
don't know what?

If it's Voorhees
secretly coming after us,

why would he publicly waltz
in here and file a complaint?

Because the guy's a psycho.

That's not Voorhees' style.

He doesn't do things
out in the open.

He is always hiding
behind someone else.

Yeah, well, if not
him, then who?

Somebody who had access
to his computer

and his phone
just lying around the house.

I'm sorry, Doug. I tried.

Try?

Sid, you did it.

Did what?

One PP called down.

I can retire with
line-of-duty pension

and full medical for life...

because of what you found.

What I found?

Sid,

if next time you see
me, I'm not myself,

please know this.

You saved what's left
of the rest of my life,

and I can never thank
you enough for that.

Aah!

Grab me another one, all right?

(knocking)

(TV playing indistinctly)

(door bells jingle)

Oh, you're here
to harass me again?

No, to apologize.

It wasn't you.

Really? You're not here
to arrest me?

- Nope.
- Can we come in?

We're here to
arrest her.

It was your sister
who set you up.

- What?
- Hey, we get it.

Growing up with
a bottom-feeder

like him must've
been a nightmare.

Then he loses everything,
demands

to move into
your house?

Yeah, what else
did he do, Heidi?

Did he borrow
some money from you

you knew you'd never get back?

Or did he, did he drink, and did he...
did he push you around?

You're crazy,
because I never said that.

No, she took your computer and
your cell phone to smear us.

But you weren't exactly
a criminal mastermind.

You did enough to
implicate him.

Don, just-just throw them
the hell out!

Except I caught you

with both of those
a couple of times.

I-I was just borrowing them.

To do what?

(laughs)
To do nothing.

- To set me up, Heidi?!
- Hey.

All right. I'm cool.
Cut it out.

You always hurt people, Don.

And you always

get away with it
your whole life!

God, they're right.

You do belong in prison.

- Me? What did I do?
- See?

You always play the victim,

and you turn the knife
in everyone else.

- But I'm your brother!
- Hey.

All right! Easy.
Back up. Back up.

Let's go.

Because I don't even
care anymore!

You-you just got
to get me away from him.

All right. Come on,
let's go. Come on.

Detectives.

Come... come in?

Hope we're not intruding.

Not at all.

Really? Seems like you were
expecting someone else.

Maybe even celebrating
something?

I was just
having some food.

Mm-hmm. Like you were just

the pitiful young daughter
grieving her dead mom.

And I'm the clown
that believed you.

I told you the truth.

No, you didn't. But it's okay.
I did it to myself.

LOGAN:
The store was crazy,

but you're gonna love this red.

BAEZ:
Don't uncork that

just yet.
Set it down.

You were saying, Margo?

Saying what?

Well, you were gonna
tell us the truth.

You were gonna

tell us what happened
to your mom once and for all.

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

Yes, you do.

You know everyone
in the building hated your mom,

including you.

But they were done with her
once she slammed the door

in their face.
You, on the other hand--

you've had to live
under the same roof with her

for your entire life, and you
finally had enough, didn't you?

You have no idea
how she pushed me all my life.

About school or grades

or learning that stupid cello
when I was five.

The other night,
I told her about Logan,

and she forbid me from talking
to him, so I just...

I just grabbed her
around her neck.

Grabbed her around her neck,
and you strangled her to death?

And you got this sucker to...
cover for you.

Hey. She didn't sucker me,
all right.

- Shut up.
- I wanted to keep her away from that lunatic.

Get him out of here.

Oh. See?

He loves me. We love each other.

That's something I've never felt
in my entire life from anyone.

Love is what good people feel
for each other, no matter what.

Maybe you'll learn
that one day. Come on.

- (crying): I just...
- Come on.

Congratulations.

I saw the tape
on you taking down Fallaci.

Looks like, uh, Leo's wire
got everything we needed.

Another day at the office.

I owe you an apology.

I should never have run
that DNA test.

It was a mistake,
personally and professionally.

I went to fish it

out of the trash
to run it through the shredder,

and the night crew
had already gotten to it.

(sighs)

Then it's a good thing
I fished it out.

So?

Come on.
You're killing me.

It's a match.

The DNA proves it.

Wow. (laughs)

That's... that's great.

Leo's lucky
to have a brother like you.

Till he finds what comes next.

What do you mean?

Kid's done some bad things.

And he wasn't upfront with us.

And if he thinks he's gonna get
away with that Scot-free...

Then, big brother's
gonna teach him

how to straighten up
and fly right?

Comes with the job.

(knocking)

You don't need to knock, Sid.

I figured
you might be coming up.

So you know.

I dropped by to see Doug.

I know I shouldn't have,
but I did.

But... what am I missing?

I just took another look
at his file,

particularly a hostage rescue
early in his career.

He hit his head
trying to tackle a perp.

Pretty serious concussion.

And it seems to me,

a line-of-duty injury like that
could have contributed

to his decline.

So, I just leaned in
on it a little,

till I got it signed off.

Giving him his pension

and medical for the rest
of his life.

For a minute there,
I had a heart.

Wish you could've seen it.

Yeah.

I'm sorry about that, boss.

You try to play me again,

we part ways.

Copy that.

But can I ask you why
you told him I figured it out?

Well, Doug Lynch doesn't know me
from Adam,

but if he thinks
you took care of it,

maybe that's a memory that holds

when everything else
has faded away.

Besides, we get maximum value
out of a spent resource.

Value of the resource?

We don't do sentimental
in this building.

Keep that in mind, moving on.

Have a heart.
Make sure it's a hard heart.

That's all, Lieutenant.

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