All language subtitles for ABlue.Bloods.S12E13

You always getting paid, but
you never want to pay for weed.

Yo, hold up. Whose man's this?

Hey, man.

Yo, you lost?

Yo, where you headed?

Maybe we can help you out.

Why don't you just
back the hell off?

Tough guy over here, right?

Yo, he's a piggy.

Yeah, he's definitely lost.

You want to try something?

Yeah, I didn't think so.

You ain't the only one
packing around here.

You be careful, piggy.

Watch yourself.

Let's go! Come on!

Sid.

How is he?

Not good.

He'll be lucky if he makes
it through the night.

Any leads?

Apparently, Detective O'Neill
flashed his shield

to a group of guys.

But times have changed,
and instead of the usual lip,

they gave him
a savage beatdown.

Son of a bitch.

His wife Sarah.

Commissioner Reagan.

Mrs. O'Neill, uh...

I'm so sorry.

How are you holding up?

Better than my husband,

but barely.

You have to find who did this.

I promise, we will.

When?

As quick as 35,000 of us can.

So, very quickly.

I take it you'll be holding
a press conference?

When we know more, yes.

I'd like to speak at it.

I need to speak.

Well, I know you're upset.

And you ought to be.

How many cops have been injured

or killed on the job this year?

How many more will be
before these cop haters

have had enough blood?

When we have
something to report,

I promise you I will
hold a press conference.

Right.

Everything by the book.

Even sympathy for the victim
and his family.

I've been where you are.

For what it's worth, I know what
it's like to feel so helpless.

I don't feel
helpless.

I feel mad as hell.

Who steals from a bookstore?

That's not just any bookstore.
It's Abenthy and Daughters.

You've heard of it?

It's a New York institution.

Oh, thank God you're here.

Officer Janko.
This is Officer Badillo.

I take it you're one
of the daughters

- the store's named after?
- Yes.

I'm sure Dad's turning over
in his grave as we speak.

Uh, well, what happened?

Uh, well, I came in this morning

and found the place
completely ransacked.

It's a disaster.

- They hit up the register?
- Worse.

They raided our rare book
section upstairs.

Come, I'll show you.

Oh, please,
don't touch anything.

Our evidence collection team
will be in to process all this.

This is my brother Charlie

and my sister Lila.

Finally. We called
almost an hour ago.

- That's not helping.
- You know what would have?

You locking the door last night.

I did.
Please, guys.

It was change of tour

when the call came in.

Do you know which books
have been stolen yet?

For starters,
A Farewell to Arms,

The Great Gatsby,
Finnegans Wake.

All first edition,
first impression?

All what?

Yes. All true firsts.

And Finnegans Wake was signed.

That's some museum-level stuff.

I mean, those three alone
are worth over six figures.

Yeah, you're spot-on.

And that's just
the tip of the iceberg,

as Mr. Hemingway would say.

We were already struggling

to stay afloat.

After this, what
are we gonna do?

I-I don't know.

Please, you've got to help us
get them back.

We'll do what we can.

Hey, Anthony.

Oh, hey.
What are you doing here?

Uh, getting coffee.

Oh, right. Of course. Uh...

I didn't realize
you came to this place.

Yeah, just when
I'm running late.

Oh, uh, I'm sorry.

Uh, this is Yelena. Uh,
Yelena, Erin Reagan.

Nice to meet you.

Oh, the pleasure's all mine.

Anthony told me all about you.

Oh, has he?

Uh, Yelena is a friend.

Uh, we were just catching up
before I headed into the office.

Well, how nice.
Where are you from?

Right now? New York.

But I'm a bit of a nomad.

Can't stay
in one place too long.

Mm. How romantic.

Oh, wow, I-I just realized
I'm late for a meeting.

- Oh, with whom?
- Uh, I have to debrief,

uh, A.D.A., uh, Friedman

about a background check
that I ran for her.

Uh, we'll see you at the office.

It was nice to meet you.

You, too.

Oh.

If it isn't our old friend Bugs.

- Detectives!
- What do you got for us today?

Oh, little wicker chair,
maybe a yoga mat for the lady.

We're gonna need something
larger than that, my friend.

Well, it's pretty quiet.

Y'all been doing a good job

keeping the streets safe.

We let you stay on the street

in exchange for information.

Or did you forget about
the three times

we arrested you for possession?

Why you keep bringing up
old stuff?

I have no info. Ain't nothing
but clean living over here.

Hey, hey, hey!
Hey, what you doing?

Just seeing what else
you got for sale.

Well, check this out.
This is LL Cool J's radio.

How about that?

This LL Cool J's, too?

That's confectioners' sugar.

I'm into baking.
I do a lot of baking.

We're gonna have to take
a ride, my friend.

All right,
wait, wait, wait, wait.

I might, I might have
heard something.

Oh, now he wants to talk.

Yeah, a little too late
for that. I'm sorry.

- Turn around.
- Okay. All right.

It's a big one. Boss, I swear.

What? What?

I know about that cop
that got his ass whupped.

All over TV?

Detective O'Neill?

Oh, is that what his name is?

What do you know about him?

Turns out, he's not the angel
we all thought he was.

You don't just get popped
for being a cop in the streets.

He was in deep with them gangs.

The Dead Twins.

You've got some imagination.

I'm serious, Delicious.
I-I mean, Detective.

So you want us to believe

one minute ago you knew nothing,

now you suddenly know about

the most high-profile crime
in the city?

Brain fart, but yeah, I know.

Harold would've loved it.

It was a beautiful service.

It was.

He was the best chief of staff

I could've wished for.

You doing okay, Pop?

Yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine.

Excuse me. Are you Henry Reagan?

- Yes.
- I'm Ellie,

Harold's granddaughter.

I just wanted to say hi.

Hi, Ellie.

Jamie Reagan, grandson.

Thank you both for coming.

I used to love hearing
the stories of the two of you.

Harold and Henry,
two peas in the One PP pod.

I used to love
hearing them, too.

Though I didn't believe
half of them.

- They were all true.
- It's hard to believe he's gone.

He was in such good health.

He didn't drink,
he didn't smoke.

Went for runs every day.

Doesn't seem fair.

I always used to tell him,
"Take it easier."

We lose too many men
to heart attacks out for a run.

Oh, uh, he didn't have
a heart attack.

- He didn't?
- That's what we thought,

but the M.E. said
that his heart was fine.

It looks like he fell
and hit his head.

We're very sorry for your loss.

Uh, yes. If
there's anything

- we can do, j-just ask us.
- I will.

Thank you.

What is it, Pop?

Do you really think

he just tripped and fell?

You don't?

I don't know.

- So?
- So chain of command-wise,

I probably should be talking
to Lieutenant Gormley.

But you're not?

No, because when it comes
to a cop in question,

Lieutenant Gormley tends
to go deaf, dumb and blind.

Well, some of the time.

Okay. And, look,
it may be nothing,

but I had
an informant

in the interrogation room
for three hours.

Claims Detective O'Neill
is a dirty cop.

And you believe him?

He could be making it up
to save his own ass.

Yeah, but something
got your attention.

Like I said,
three hours in the box.

He stuck to his
story, Dad.

So, dirty how?

Allegedly, Detective O'Neill
is in business

with a gang called
the Dead Twins.

My C.I. didn't give me

the how or the why.

Something track for you?

Well, things haven't
exactly been

adding up around
Detective O'Neill.

Like, what was he doing
in that neighborhood that night.

I heard he was working
undercover in narcotics.

Yeah, he was working undercover,
but his C.O. said

there was no reason
that he should be there.

No other leads?

Nope.

Well, if it walks like a duck.

Maybe someone else

saw him flash his shield
and took him out.

Hmm. Maybe.

Or it's like
what your C.I. said.

Everyone's calling him
a hero cop, Dad.

What if he turns out
to be the opposite?

Let me worry about that.

I'll follow it down
wherever it leads.

All this and the guy
may never wake up.

I've always found

the antiquarian
book world fascinating.

You're angling for
a spot in major case

as the art theft
expert or something?

Maybe there are some things

you just don't know
about me yet, Janko.

Like, you moonlight as Nic
Cage in National Treasure?

Like, my dad used to read me
Lord of the Rings

every night before bed
when I was little.

I've loved books ever since.

You're serious?

What?

I just didn't see that

for a badass cop
from East Harlem.

Reading was my way
of escaping where I grew up.

Becoming a cop was
how I dealt with it.

Which is why I want
to help them.

We've done our part.
Major case has it from here.

I talked to Detective Gallagher.
He'd like us to assist.

Would he, really?

Turns out he'd like us
to go back and make sure

we didn't miss anything
in our initial interview.

Are you cool with that?

I guess it wouldn't hurt

to go back and check in on them.

Just returning the Adams file.

Just put it anywhere, thanks.

So, uh...

Yelena, huh?

What about her?

She's your, uh, "friend"?

Yep.

How did you two meet?

Through family, years ago.

Come on, Anthony.

What?

You can't even look at me
when you're saying that.

I'm busy.

I bet you are.

What, is she half your age?

Erin, you have no idea
what you're talking about.

And now I got a 1:00 p.m.
deadline on this thing.

Look, I'm just concerned.

Seriously?

Yeah. You remember what happened

with the girl you met on Tinder?

What the hell does that
got to do with anything?

Well, you have been
taken advantage of before.

I'm not being taken
advantage of.

Now just let it go.

Ah, there you are.

- What's all this?
- Thanks for coming.

I need your help
investigating Harold's murder.

Murder?

That's right.

You think Harold was murdered?

Well, I know he didn't
just trip and fall

while he was out taking a run.

Sure you're not getting
a little ahead of yourself

on this one, Pop?

What are you talking about?

This isn't just your
way of coping, or...?

This is not me coping.

Y-You're calling it a murder
based on nothing

but your gut instinct?

Jamie, I was in law enforcement
for 60 years.

I think my gut instincts
are pretty damn good.

Of course it is.

I'm just saying, the fact
this guy was your friend,

maybe it's clouding
your judgment.

Eh, ye of little faith.

Who's Chris Kelly?

A violent mobster

that Harold put away
some 30 years ago.

The parole board
released him one week

before Harold was killed.

He was released in New York?

Yes, he was.

That's not nothing.

It sure as hell isn't.

So, are you gonna help me
investigate this or not?

Let's go.

You're gonna give up your source
on Detective O'Neill

or we're gonna give you
over to Rikers Island.

How's that sound?

I told you I don't remember.

- You don't remember?
- You know how you be,

like, hearing things sometimes,

but you can't remember
who, like, said it?

That's what's going on
right now.

Do you hear these
things before

or after you shove
all that stuff up your nose?

Before! I mean,
I-I don't shove things

up my nose, you know?

- It's bad for you.
- Or maybe

you just made the whole
thing up, huh, Bugs?

I swear I didn't.

Because the Dead Twins
would want you to know

all about the most high-profile
crime in the city.

You, Bugs, of all people.

I'm telling you the truth.

You're not telling
enough of the truth.

Now give us a name

or I'm gonna call the D.A.

and add obstructing
to your list of charges.

- For a little booger sugar?
- No,

for a whole lot of booger sugar.

See, this is what you get
for helping pigs.

Uh, "cops." Cops.

No, this is what you get
for lying to the cops.

Now give us a name.

Clock's ticking.

- Time's up.
- All right.

All right.

Name!

Marcus.

Who the hell is Marcus?

He's my brother.

Her full name's Yelena
Popova. 31 years of age.

Born in Moscow, Russia.

She moved to the U.S.
at age ten.

Initially resided in
Brighton Beach, Brooklyn

and then moved around a lot.

Lived in five
different states

by the time she was 18.

Any criminal history?

No, but her old man
is serving life

for a double homicide.

- No kidding.
- Yeah.

Looks like he was Russian mob.

Offed a couple rivals

about 20 years ago.

Any signs she's in the life?

Not that I can tell, but she was

certainly surrounded by it.

What do you
like her for?

Escort?

Uh, a con, maybe. I don't know.

Thanks, Joe.

Hey, it's me. Open up.

Go away, Bugs. I don't have
any handouts for you today.

Hello, Marcus.

You sure he's your brother?

Half brother.

Who are you?

Detective Reagan,

and my partner Detective Baez.

We got a few questions.

Are you kidding me right now?

They just want to know about
the cop who got his ass

dragged up the block.

- Shut up.
- All right.

Look, we can stand
out here if you want

so the whole neighborhood
can see.

Come on.

After you.

Look, I don't know
anything about any cop.

That's not what
you told me.

You said he was on the take.

I told you to shut up.

You right.

You know, it sounds to me
like you do know

something about Detective O'Neill.

How would I?

Bugs says you're involved
with the Dead Twins.

I got out of the life years ago.

Got a wife and kids now.

So you were in the life?

You're trying
to convince us

the Dead Twins never come by
their old stomping grounds

and chat about business?

If they did,

I'd keep quiet about it.

That'd be the smart thing to do.

Well, too bad

your half brother
isn't as smart as you are.

Hey, hey. Hey.

Look, he's going to jail
if you don't help him.

Come on, it's just us here.

Look...

I overheard that cop
was working with the Twins

but overstepped himself.

Okay, well, Bugs
already told us that much.

You got to know
a little bit more.

There's a guy named Tee.

- Tee.
- He used to be the head enforcer

for the Twins.
He just got out of jail.

He one of the guys
who beat up O'Neill?

That's all I got for you.

The antiquarian book world
is small.

You think whoever did this
is a part of it?

They knew exactly
which books to go for,

and where to find them.

So, yeah.

And they've definitely
been here before.

So have thousands
of other people.

Do you have a list of dealers
you've worked with?

You know, people
who might have bought for you

and would know your inventory?

We gave that
to the detectives already.

And shouldn't I be talking
to them instead of you?

We're here on
Detective Gallagher's behalf.

Yeah-- he's a real stickler.

He didn't think our
initial statements

were detailed enough.

- Yeah.
- So, can we get that list?

Got it on the computer.

Just curious,
out of all the books

that were stolen,
did any strike you as odd?

- Odd?
- Any that stuck out?

Didn't quite fit in
with the rest.

Actually, there was one.

A copy of Watership Down.

A classic, don't get me wrong,

but worth a fraction
of what the others were.

Now that you
mention it,

Dad won that at auction
in a heated bidding war

with Robert Blauner.

Who is that?

A private collector.

It set off something
of a feud between them.

Any idea where
we could find this guy?

Uh-huh.

I'm really sorry to bother you.

Not at all. What did you
want to ask me about?

Your grandfather Harold,
he used to run regularly, right?

Every day.

And did he run the same
route every day?

I guess he was a man of routine.

- Mm-hmm.
- He'd start at Kellogg's Diner

and run the loop

through Prospect Park.

And other people knew
about this routine?

I guess. Why are you asking?

Did he ever mention a guy
named Chris Kelly?

That's the perp Grandpa
used to tell stories about.

- Mm-hmm.
- And I remember him in particular

because they used
to write each other letters.

Letters? Kelly would
write them from jail?

I guess it was some sort of

rehabilitation program
or something?

I... I thought it was creepy.

What's this about, Jamie?

Just trying to help my own
grandfather find some closure.

And did you know Sarah O'Neill appeared

with the PBA president,

and mostly talked about
why you haven't

held a press conference
yourself.

We're just not there yet.

Well, you never should've agreed
to let her appear with you.

I didn't agree to.

I just didn't hit her
with a hard no.

Same thing.

No, it's not, Garrett. She was
20 feet away from her husband

who was broken in 50 places.

A hard no had no place there.

I don't see what the big deal is,

anyway, Garrett.

She's probably still in shock.
She gets that discount.

And we look all zipped-lipped
about her hero husband.

And by "we," you mean me.

This office. What's going on?

The investigation

is still inconclusive.

That's what's going on.

But conclusive enough to know

bringing her up to speak
to Frank is a no-go?

He didn't say that.

He didn't say anything.

What are you not telling us
about Detective O'Neill?

There is nothing not to tell.

You got some kind of
- beef with this guy?
- Sid, easy.

There's a way these things
usually go and this ain't it.

We are sifting through
conflicting stories.

Who's we? Because we all seem
to be in the dark.

Before I order it,
I'm just gonna ask it.

Just please, sit tight.

And quit assuming the worst
about one of our guys.

I'm not assuming anything.

Garrett, I know you are
just doing your job.

But so am I.

And mine has the priority.

Understood.

I could reach out to the wife.

Purely personal, "Been there,
I know how you're feeling,

and so does the PC."

Thank you.

What do you got, Bugs?

Well, I asked around,
real quiet like you asked me,

and I figured out where Tee is.

- Okay. Where is he?
- In the courtyard

in the middle
of the housing projects.

Just sitting there by himself?

Sitting there by himself.

And you're sure that's
what he looks like?

Yep, the spitting image.
I saw him with my own two.

Okay. Get out of here.

He's alone.

We may not get a
better shot at him.

Let's go.

Get back!

They're gone.

They knew we were coming, Danny.

That's 'cause Bugs set us up.

Come on.

No...

- Beat it.
- All right.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Son of a bitch.

- You set us up.
- No, I didn't.

- No, no, no.
- You led us right into an ambush.

I didn't know, I swear.
I swear I didn't know.

Then how'd they
know we were coming?

All I did was ask for Tee.

One of the homeboys said

he was gonna be in the courtyard
all day.

In the courtyard

all day waiting to ambush us!

I don't know, maybe he was
out there for some fresh air.

Fresh air? It's January, moron.

There is one other person
who knew we were coming.

That's right. Your brother
knew we were coming.

My brother. What you think,
my brother did it?

Come on. You're
not thinking smart.

- Y'all better than that.
- Maybe your brother did tip them off.

Maybe he's still in the life.
Let's take a ride and find out.

- Come on.
- All right.

Why did the banana
go to the doctor?

Why did the banana
go to the doctor?'Cause he wasn't peeling well.

Take it easy. I'm a little
weaker than I used to be.

Okay. Well...

Hey, I love you guys.
I'll see you tomorrow.

Be good
to your mother.

Hello.
How can I help you, Officer?

Are you Chris Kelly?

- Yes, sir.
- I'm Sergeant Reagan.

I was wondering if I could
talk to you for a minute.

Come on in.

What can I do for you, Sergeant?

Harold Walsh passed
away last week.

The morning he died, he met
with you at Kellogg's Diner.

I checked the security footage.

That's true.
We had coffee together.

An hour before he died.

Yeah.

God rest his soul.

What did you two talk about?

- The Mets, mostly.
- You get out of jail

and five days later
you have coffee

with the guy
who put you in there.

An hour later, he's dead.
I got that right?

You think I had something
to do with his death?

Look, I'm the last person
in the world

who'd want to hurt him.

Why's that?

He's the reason I'm here at all.

When I was in prison,

one of the programs
I was in involved

writing letters
to the people that I hurt.

Making amends,
that sort of thing.

All right, but you-you wrote
letters to Harold instead.

Yeah, well,

the victim's fam...

Tommy's family
wouldn't take my letters.

But Harold did.

Look, I was just a kid,

working as an enforcer
for the mob.

19 years old.

They'd send me out to tune
people up for insurance money.

One time, it went too far.

Harold was the only person
who gave me a second chance.

He even talked

to the parole board
on my behalf.

That's part of why
you got released?

Like I said,
he's the reason I'm here.

Mm-hmm.

I bought him coffee
that morning because...

it was the only thanks
I could offer.

You got an alibi for where
you went after the diner?

I was at the laundromat
around the corner.

They have cameras.

You okay if we talk
for a little while?

Of course.

I checked, uh, your file.

You got a spotless record
and, uh,

the highest number of collars
in your narcotics team.

Lot of being in the right place
at the right time.

But the thing is,

most of the collars
are gang members.

It's narcotics, gangs are
mostly who we deal with.

Yeah, I know that,

but see, here's...
the real thing.

All those gang members
are rivals of the Dead Twins.

I want to know
what you were doing

in that neighborhood that night.

I was working overtime.

That's not what your C.O. said.

The truth is, I used the Twins.

They'd give me dirt
on their rivals

and I'd get more bad guys
off the street,

and that's a good thing.

So, maybe you tipped off
the Twins

about an investigation or two,

or maybe you gave them
a heads-up

about the cops and where they
might be at any given time?

No, of course not.

Okay.

Did you take any money
from them?

I want the truth, Pete.

Yes.

I knew it was a mistake.

That's why I was in
that neighborhood that night.

To return the cash and tell them

I wouldn't
work with them anymore.

That's why the beatdown.

I guess they were
sending a message.

Not just a message,
a hard truth.

You don't get to just
walk away from that life.

- I'm sorry I let you down.
- Nah.

Doesn't matter about me.

But your wife, your kids.

Your fellow cops.

Look...

...I'm off the job,

and they're saying I'm probably
not gonna walk again.

So I paid for my sins, right?

I mean, you don't got
to say anything, right?

Why punish my wife and kids?

I just disappear.

Hey.

I'm gonna head out
if you don't need anything else.

Wow. You're all dressed up.

You look great.

I got a dinner later.

Okay, well, go. Have fun.

See you tomorrow.

You remember that book collector
Lila mentioned?

The one who was
- feuding with her dad?
- Yeah.

- What about him?
- Well, he was down

at a book fair in Florida
when the robbery happened.

He had a book stand
and everything.

- So he clears.
- Which leaves us

with exactly nada.

Maybe we should just
send what we have

to major case, enjoy our beer.

Maybe.

What?

I checked the title
on the bookstore.

Only the daughters
are listed as owners.

It's kind of in the name.

Yes, but the store used
to be called Abenthy's.

The old man changed the name
to Abenthy and Daughters

a few years back.

Well, that's a little weird.

Maybe Charlie got left out
of some of the inheritance.

I mean, the way the
books were knocked over

in parts of the store
where nothing was stolen?

The way the front door
was conveniently unlocked.

Whole thing felt
kind of funny to me.

Maybe.

And Charlie was the one
who locked up that night.

Yeah, but he doesn't
seem like the type.

You're onto something here.

But you don't think
it's Charlie.

I think it's the sisters
who are gonna lose their store.

It's Lila who turned us on
to the Blauner guy.

Like she was trying to get us
to look the other way.

Mm-hmm.

Insurance fraud for books
that are worth that much,

it's a lot of jail time.

Let's let them know how much.

See who sweats.

Okay. You be careful.

Thank you.

Take care.

What the hell
are you doing here?

Uh, just having a drink.

Did you follow me from
the office, Erin? Seriously?

I did.

And then you camped out
here and spied on me

for our whole dinner?

I'm sorry. I did.

And you didn't think I was
gonna notice?

I'm a detective.

I just wanted to make sure
you were okay.

Okay? Why the hell
wouldn't I be okay?

I did a background check
on Yelena.

She has mob ties.
Her father is currently

serving a life sentence.

This has con
written all over it.

You're unbelievable.

Yeah, I know her dad's in jail.

You do?

Yeah, because I'm the one
that put him there.

You did?

Yelena was just a kid
at the time.

No one thinks about
what happens to the children

that these criminals
leave behind.

But they're just as much
victims as anyone else.

So I always made it a point
to check up on her

to make sure that she was
doing all right.

That's all this is.

So why didn't you just
tell me that?

Yeah, because I
know how it looks,

me associating with
the daughter of a criminal.

It's weird.

Yeah.

And you know what else, Erin?

Because it was
none of your business.

I'm sorry.

Yeah. You said that already.

Just let me, let me talk, man.

I told you not to come
around here anymore.

I just want to talk, bro.

That's all you do!

Talk and talk and talk.

You're gonna get us both killed.

Or maybe you'd like
to get us both killed.

Is that the idea?

Detectives,
w-what are you guys doing here?

We thought we'd come by
to thank you

for the tip you gave us.

Yeah, you know the
one that led us

right into an ambush?

I didn't have a choice.

The Twins knew
you came around.

If I didn't help them,

they'd come after me instead.

Or maybe you're not really out

of the life after all.

I am, I swear. I got kids, man.

What's wrong,
you nervous about something?

- What? No, no.
- Are you nervous about something?

Was anyone else inside there?

Some other guys.
I didn't really get a good look.

- Let me check.
- No, don't go back in. Don't...

Turn around! On your face!
Turn around!

Keep your hands
where I can see them.

It's okay, you're gonna be okay.

You did good, Bugs.

You're crazy, but you did good.

This is a blend of Merlot,

Syrah and Cabernet.

It's fruit-forward

but still dry.

Since when are
you two into wine?

- Yeah.
- We joined a club.

Ooh.
We get different bottles

- every month.
- Mm-hmm.

It's what couples do when
they get bored with each other.

Cheers, everyone.

Cheers.
- Cheers, cheers, cheers.

Mmm.

Mmm.
- What do you think?

It's, um, interesting.

You hate it.

I don't hate it.

I... just don't
get it. It's wine.

Well, we know this much.

It's definitely red.
Yes.

And it's definitely wine.

That.

I'm getting notes of alcohol.

Yeah.

Well, how about chocolate
or nutmeg?

Oh, come on.

You really think
you can taste all that?

Yeah.

You don't even know
what nutmeg is.

Never mind what it tastes like.
Let's see.

Okay, take it easy. Oh...

- Hey, hey, hey.
- Okay.

All right. Enough, enough.

I was doing more research.

Yeah, I'm gonna research you.

Don't you guys think that
expensive wine is a scam?

Of course it's a scam.

It's just a bunch of grapes.

Yeah, over 80 bucks a bottle,

my taste buds don't have a clue.

Well, thanks, guys.

Yeah, you're welcome.

There were those guys
who put cheap wine

in vintage bottles

and sold them
for a fortune.

No one could taste
the difference.

Even fooled some experts.

No surprise there.

Sometimes you guys
are all so cynical.

Hey, we've seen all the angles.

Not everyone is out to get you
all the time.

You know that, right?

Yeah, but it doesn't hurt
to cover all the bases.

Hope for the best
but plan for the worst.

Yeah, but sometimes

that mentality makes
you see ghosts.

The day I see ghosts
is the day I am one.

And I would say we're
more skeptics than cynics.

Well, you all could stand
to look

on the bright side
every once in a while.

Which is difficult
to do when you see

what we all see every day.

Yeah, and there's only so
much that you can unsee.

We may be cynical, but, hey,

we're still all here
in one piece.

Wow. Is this still about
a free bottle of wine?

Well, look, Eddie's right.

It's a good thing
to look for the light

at the end of the tunnel.
Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

In case the train's
coming right at you.

What?

Anthony.

Can I talk to you, please?

- I'm busy, Erin.
- Please.

Look, I want to apologize.

I-I know what I did
was out of bounds.

It was weird and paranoid.

And I think maybe
you need a vacation.

Well, maybe you're right,

but I just want
to make it up to you.

Maybe take you and Yelena
out for a drink?

Look, Erin...

I know your heart
was in the right place.

I just think
maybe it's best

if you and I
took a little space.

A little space?

Look, you're my best friend
and I know you were

just looking out for me.

But best friends

don't follow one
another to dinner.

And they listen to each other.

I'm really sorry.

You know, we're all damaged
goods in this line of work.

I just think...

...we should keep things
strictly professional

between us for a while.

You know, take a step back.

If-if that's what you want.

Uh-- That's what needs
to happen.

Okay. I understand.

Good.

Okay, well, I guess
I'll see you around.

Officers, I was just

closing up for the day.

Mind if we have a word first?

Uh, yeah.

Uh, you want to talk
to my sisters?

Uh, actually,
all three of you.

Are you aware

that insurance fraud of this
magnitude is a Class C felony?

- What are you talking about?
- Just a hypothetical.

If one of you stole
the books yourselves

to fence them,
to collect

the insurance money,

you'd be looking
at five years minimum.

That is absolutely ridiculous.

This is a famed
New York institution.

That's going under, right?

You sent us

on a goose chase

after Robert Blauner.

You care to explain that?

I just answered your questions.

And what about you, Charlie?

It's come to our attention
that you and your father

had a falling out.

And why are you asking
about that?

Well, apparently,
he left the store

to your sisters and not you.

You were skipped over
on the inheritance.

I don't see what that
has to do with anything.

Charlie is as much a part
of this store as either of us.

Yeah, but maybe
he didn't feel that way.

Maybe he thought
he was owed something.

Do you have an alibi
the night the robbery happened?

I-I don't know.

We have a winner.

That's it.

Yeah, why don't you come down
to the station?

We're gonna ask you
a few questions.

Wait. He didn't steal them.

How do you know that?

I-I just do.

What are you saying?
What is she saying?

She's saying she's the one
who stole the books.

You stole from us?

Where are they?

I think I want a lawyer.

I think you need one.

I have Sarah O'Neill.
Want me to sit in?

And the temperature?

Still hot.

No. But thank you.

Let me have her.

Thank you, Detective.

Please.

I'm fine standing, thank you.

Okay.

I did appreciate Abigail
reaching out.

Was that on your orders?

No, that was her idea.

It's been almost a week and
you still haven't said a word.

With or without me.

We have arrested the assailants
and gotten full confessions.

I meant about my husband.

About heroism and service
and gratitude.

Mrs. O'Neill, look at me.

No, I mean really look at me,

without the attitude,
for a minute?

Do you really think I don't
care about my cops?

Do you really think I don't
care about your husband?

I didn't say "care..."

Well, I do.

And I've handled this
the best way I know how.

For who? You?

For your family.

The best way to honor

his sacrifice is with silence?

Give me a break.

There are but three people
who know

what happened that night.

There's me, but I don't seem
to have any traction with you.

There's my son,
who is a great detective

but has the bedside manner
of a pit bull.

And then there is your husband.

So, ask my husband.

Yes.

And then, if you still
have questions

about why I stayed
silent, well...

my door is open.

Hey.

Hey, grab yourself a drink.

You got any
more information

on Chris Kelly?

Yeah, his alibi checked out.
He's clean.

No, that can't be right.
You must've missed something.

I didn't miss anything, Pop.

Harold wasn't murdered.

Doesn't make any sense.

Why not?

H-He didn't drink,
he didn't smoke.

He was healthy.

I-It wasn't his time.

Somebody did this.

No one did this.

Sometimes there's no rhyme
or reason to these things.

They just... happen.

No, no, no. It's not right.

Why should he be gone
and I'm still here?

We don't get to choose
when our number gets called.

You know that better
than anyone.

He was my protégé.

I used to call him "kid."

I know.

It's not fair.

Are you okay?

I don't know.

To Harold.

To Harold.

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