All language subtitles for Blue.Bloods.S12E19.WEBRip.x264-ION10

Okay, well, that was fun
and delicious.

And way overdue.

Way overdue.

And I want a doggy bag
with that waiter in it.

Terrible.

Bye.
Good to see you.

Nice to see you.

Mid-'90s, that was a
discount shoe store.

Now it's what, 30 bucks
a plate for pasta?

Well, that sounds about right.

At night, this neighborhood
was completely deserted.

Wall Street guys went home,
tumbleweeds rolled in.

Now it's like Times Square.

Not quite.

You really don't remember me,
do you?

Uh, sorry, I mean...

Yeah, plus, I-I mean,
I lost, like, a hundred pounds.

I just got back from Otisville,

doing the 12 years
you guys gave me.

And I couldn't help wondering,
all this time,

it ever occur,

"We treated Lenny Katz
very unfairly"?

Oh. Oh, no, no, I-I don't,
I don't blame you. I--

You were just, like,
a rookie gofer, but the others?

Very unfair.

Very unfair.

You have a good night,
Ms. Reagan.

I'm dead serious.

A 911 caller should be
required by law

to say if there is
a convicted felon

and/or firearms on the premises.

Our people need to know that
before they knock on the door.

And yes,
if the caller

withholds the information,
a felony in and of itself.

"Domestic dispute"
just doesn't seem to be enough

to go on these days.

What, you need help with one?
Come on, give me.

Saw the doctor last week
for my physical.

Yeah, I know.

He called this afternoon.

Wants me to come in.

You feeling okay?

I feel fine.

But when they ask you
to come in person,

it's never good news.

And let's face it, I'm probably
past my sell-by date.

Nah.

Will you take me yourself
and bring me back home?

Absolutely.
I'll even bring a Tootsie Pop

in case the doc ran out of them.

PETER
Hey, it's Peter Chou's
voice mail.

You know what to do.

Hey, Pete, it's Jamie.

Oh, man, I, uh,
I ate or drank something and--

Come on, pick up.

I'm pulling over. I'm, uh...

I'm gonna Uber.

But I'd really like to know
what I slipped.

I mean, what I got slipped,
uh, to me.

I'm pretty baked here
and I don't know what.

Uh...

Oh.

Hey. Hey.

You okay?

Come on.

Let's go, let's go.

This is it, over here.

Sit tight. They're coming.

I got the hood.

Help is coming.

This is the driver.

He's, uh-- I think maybe
he broke something.

Try to hold still.

Try to hold still.
I got you.

Are you okay, sir?

Yes, Officer.

Were you involved
in the accident?

No. That's my car.

Over there.
I-I parked.

And I c-- I came
and then I helped.

Sir, did you cause
this accident?

No, Officer.

Driver's license, please.

Sergeant Reagan?

Were you drinking?
No.

But I, uh...

I got something...

I ate or I drank.

It had drugs in it.

I bet anything.

Sorry, Sergeant, looks to me

like you've been
driving while impaired.

I'm gonna get a cab, and
I'm gonna give you my keys.

No, sit right here.
Let me request my supervisor.

Who spikes guacamole
and doesn't tell anyone?

Ben's new girlfriend.

She's trouble,
that much I know.
I'm-I'm screwed.

What? You pulled the guy
from a wreck.

Yeah, while wrecked.

No, you're still the hero.

I'm a cop who got busted
driving with THC in his system.

You got slipped a Mickey.
Hard to prove.

Think about all the cops

who got busted
claiming they had hemp oil

in their shampoo
or poppy seeds in their bagel.

They... You ever see them
on the job again?

It's not like your dad's gonna
let them hang an innocent man.

Uh, no, he can't
go near this, Eddie.

No one in my family can.

What do you mean?

The second it looks like
strings got pulled--

just looks like--
I'm finished.

I'll never have the respect
of my command again,

and every cop who already thinks
I get my stripes

as a birthday present is saying,
"I told you so."

And he'd be right.

Okay.

Morning, Frank.

Morning, Doc.

About my dad.

Um, you ask him
to come in?

I did.

Any heads-up you could give me?

Frank.

Well, Kirk, he asked
me to come with him

for the consultation.

And cops hate surprises.

You gonna say that
on your headstone, Frank?

Uh, come on.
I'm gonna be there anyway.

I just want to be prepared.

For his sake.

Prostate cancer.

Oh.

You want to hear
the good news?

We caught it so early

and it grows so slowly
in a man Henry's age

that we basically
don't do anything.

Whatever eventually gets him,
it's not gonna be this.

Don't tell him.

What?

Well, if you're not
gonna treat it

and it's not gonna get to him
in the end anyway,

why curse him with waking up
every morning he has left

thinking he has cancer?

Doesn't work that way, Frank.

Well, it could work that way.

Look, I know him.

If you do tell him,
for the rest of his life,

he's gonna be looking
over his shoulder.

Well...

See you in the office.

Thanks for listening.

This morning, too?

Where?

Uh, Greenwich and Chambers
on my run.

Okay, well, did
he say anything?
Yeah.

He said, "Good morning."

That's it?
Yeah, that's it.

And then he kept heading east,
and I was heading west.

Well, if it happens again,
could you at least notify 911?

Okay, and what?

Have him arrested
for walking and talking?

There is no threat here,
explicit or even implied.

Not yet.

Okay? I mean, what did

that A.D.A. even do
to this guy Katz?

He sent him up north.

I know that. Anything else?

You know, he s--

He didn't say he was innocent.

He said he was treated
very unfairly.

Okay, well,
that's what every ex-con

in the history
of the world says.

Yeah, but the good news is
no history of violence at all.

I mean, he truly is
the little schmo,

you know,
with the pocket calculator

and the model train set
for a hobby.

I mean, even his

Fratello family nickname?

Scaredy Katz.

So, what's he want with me?

Well, that's
the million-dollar question.

I mean, what we do know is

he was cut off from the Fratello
family when he got convicted.

His wife divorced him
and took the kids

to Orlando.

He's got nothing left
except a grudge.

And a guy with nothing
is a guy with nothing to lose.

Exactly.

Okay, well, I have a weapon
and a concealed carry permit.

I don't need a detail,
nor do I want one.

I mean, what do you do when
you feel like the bad guy is

n-not even a bad guy?

Well, I slap myself in the face
until I wake up to the fact

that most bad guys
will always be bad guys.

Okay.

Dig deep on this.

If this office
did railroad him,

I want to know
the who and the how.

This stays between us.

Suit yourself.
Got it.

Front page mock-up.

Tomorrow's Post.

The good news is

we're getting some cooperation
from them

in playing up the "hero" angle.

In exchange for?

Nothing.

I wasn't born yesterday.

Okay.

In exchange for

a continuation of the
fine tradition of cooperation

between my office and the press.

I'm not buying it.

Of all the moles
you got to whack this morning,

this is the one
you're gonna...
You got it.

And what are you up to?

Not up to nothing, boss.

You just riding the bench?
No.

Again, what are you up to?

Well, I've reached out--
off the record, of course--

to each link in the
chain of command

between the arresting officer
and the chief of IAB.

Well, reach out again,
on the record,

and tell them to ignore
your first message.

Okay, boss.

And you, Detective?

Awaiting orders or guidance
from my C.O., sir.

I called the precinct,
asked them to release Jamie

on a desk appearance ticket.

Okay, here's what we can't do.

Try to influence
the press coverage,

meddle with the chain of command
or put a thumb on IAB

or pull strings.

Well, then, what can we do?

We can let this play out
like it wasn't my son.

And that's all.

How bad a jam are you in?

Well, the blood test will show
that there was THC in my system.

The hair test will show that
it's not a usual thing for me,

but they kind of got
a one-strike policy.

Which seems kind of arcane,
this day and age.

Yeah, I agree with you.

But, uh, that doesn't give
any cop a pass, you know?

Listen,

if there's anything I can do
to help, just ask, all right?

There is one thing.
I-I called you.

Left a message.
Yeah, you did.

I have the time of
the call on my cell.

And that message
was clearly a guy

who didn't know
what got slipped to him

and was pretty freaked.

That could go a
long way, you know?

I, uh, erased it.

You...

Why?

Look, I... I just made partner
at an old-school law firm.

This comes knocking
on my door,

that an NYPD sergeant,
the-the PC's own son,

got dosed at my party

and got arrested driving home,
I'm out.

No way back in.

I'm really sorry, man.

No, I hear you.

Anything else, just ask.

This is me.

Yeah.

This is you.

Thank you.

Lenny,
you can't keep doing this.

Ms. Reagan,
a little taste of justice

is all I'm looking for.

Justice was served.

You may think it was overserved.

Bernie Liggett saw to that.

Okay, well, he is long gone
from the office.

I know.

You're the only one left
from the team.

Well, the next time you see me,
I will have a security detail

who will arrest you
for stalking.

Is that what you want?

This can of worms only opens
from the inside.

Says you and only you.

Jo Malone.

Mandarin, basil, lime.

What?

Oh, I'm so sorry.

My wife,
she used to wear that scent.

I-I'm so stupid
saying it out loud. I...

I'm so sorry.

Goodbye, Lenny.

Total cholesterol's 180,
which is good.

Your LDL's

down to 92,

which is fantastic.

Nice going, Pop.

And the bad news?

What makes you think
there's bad news?

Something bothering you
that you didn't tell me?

You wanted to see me in person.

Did you ever think that I just
might like seeing you in person?

Said no doctor ever.

Listen,

just cut down on the red meat
and the dairy

and keep your alcohol intake
to a minimum.

You've been saying that
for years.

And you've been ignoring it
for years.

You squeal?

Nope.

We have other ways
of telling.

Just follow my advice, okay?

That's it?
That's it.

You know what we should do?

Take a road trip

to the Baseball
and Football Halls of Fame.

There you go.

O'
Detour from Canton to Cleveland,

you can check out
the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.

Why the hell would we do that?

You up for it?

Yeah, it's a great idea.

Maybe see
if Diane Lane's still single.

She can come along.

You're so full of it.

Pleasure doing business
with you, Doc.

Abigail, it's called
reading between the lines!

Boss can't say
or do what he wants

on account of it's Jamie.

Since...
Okay? It's up to us

to interpret.
Since when?

Since this.
This is like the Super Bowl

of can he separate family
and duty.

The Super Bowl?

Whatever.
Sid has a point.

An effective inner circle
sometimes takes direction

from institutional knowledge

rather than a specific set
of circumstances.

I think I prefer Super Bowl.

What's with the attitude?

There's no devil
to advocate for here.

And you two are reading
between lines that aren't there.

He's got zero regard

for the nods and winks
and little codes

that grease the rails
the rest of us ride on.

It's his son,
for crying out loud!

Which any of us
would ease off for

but which makes him double down!

You really think that?

I know that.
I've seen his birth certificate.

He was found floating
in a basket on the Nile.

I just got a call
from the corporation counsel.

I apologize, sir.
We were just...

I can still work a phone.

Yes, sir.

The victim in the crash

is suing Sergeant Reagan
and the department,

alleging that his impaired
driving caused the accident.

Are you ready
to play offense now?

Yes. I am.

Get a recommendation
from the sergeants union

for the best defense lawyer
they got.

That's it?

Told ya.

Hey.

Katz is not wrong.

I'm not sure
I want to hear this.

Look, some higher-ups in the
Fratello family flipped on him

to get a break
on their own sentences.

Okay. Well, that's the business
we've chosen.

But the lead prosecutor
just ate up

every morsel that they served.

And they flipped on
Katz for stuff that

makes no sense:
uh, drug trafficking,

prostitution,
even a contract hit.

But we don't know his wheelhouse
for certain.

Did Bernie Liggett seem like
a straight arrow to you?

What?
Uh, I stayed

a hundred miles away from him.

He was a serial horndog

long before
it was officially frowned upon.

What else about him?
I told you.

What else?

That's where Katz
told me to look.

Bernie Liggett.
You know, there is no

"now what?"

An ex-con accusing
a long gone A.D.A.

of padding a case

ain't flying two inches
off of Crawford's desk.

You're right.

Yeah, muddy water
under the bridge.

I know.
I just wish Katz was dead wrong

and there was nothing to it.

Empty your purse.

Why?

Uh, just a hunch.

What's that?

A tracking tile.

He's got you on GPS.

Change your jogging route.

Uh, buy your coffee somewhere
new. Get serpentine.

I'm putting a shadow on you.

You won't even know it.

To the best
of your recollection...

Again, you don't have to preface
every question with that.

It's not like I blacked out.

Again, we are conducting
this interview.

Was your impaired
driving in any way

a contributing factor
in the accident?

I don't believe so, no.

Based on?
Based on two kids

racing hot hatches
on public roadways

is my go-to contributing factor
in these kinds of incidents.

I'm sure statistics
bear that out.

Sometimes logic is
the most logical thing.

Sergeant Reagan,
thank you for your cooperation.

That's it?
For now. We'll
schedule another interview

if and when necessary.

Sergeant Reagan,
we're done for today.
You guys aren't gonna

review surveillance footage
or track down any other drivers

who may have seen something
at the time?

That's all part of
the ongoing investigation.

Good.
Why would you say that?

Is there some reason we should
doubt your recollection?

Well, yeah.
I'm the party in question here.

All of a sudden,
my word is golden?

Thank you, Lieutenant.

This investigation
is still in its infancy.

But this here is
a game of softball

conducted by
a couple of investigators

who I know to be pit bulls
but are acting like lapdogs.

Sergeant,

we understand
you're under a lot of stress.

Please be assured the
investigation will be thorough

and utterly without bias.

What bias?
Who said anything about bias?

Without favor or rancor.

Again, thank you

for your cooperation.

Surprise.

They were all
just in the neighborhood.

I bet. How's everybody doing?

Better than you, I'm guessing.

That'd be good.

Back in my day,

we didn't blame the sap
that got slipped the Mickey.

We looked for the guy
who slipped it to him.

Or the double-crossing dame?

Oh, that-that was
just in the movies.

But can the person come forward?

Yeah. Uh, if they wanted to,
I guess, yeah.

But you dose a cop, you're
pretty hesitant to take credit.

So make her.
I don't know her.

And she could just say
that everyone knew

the guacamole was spiked.

We'd be right back
to square one.

Okay, well, it's
worth a shot.

I already went down an avenue
and got similar cold feet,

so I'm not looking to cause
trouble for anybody else.

That's your brother for you.

Well, if it were me...

But it's not. Danny, it's me.

Look, I'm just trying
to share some wisdom

with a guy who looks like
he's about ready

to throw the book
at himself.

That's not what I'm doing.
And the real wisdom here

is coming from Dad.
How? He didn't think

he should be here.
That's right.

Exactly, because
we can't Reagan this.

We can't just sit around
your dining room table,

figure out what needs to be done
and then go do it.

There's tribes of people
that think that Reagans...

...self-deal.

This is not

gonna be their smoking gun,
not if I can help it.

So we, what, leave it

to the fates?

What idiot
trusts the fates?

Pop, I got to ride solo
on this one

if I'm gonna
truly get through it.

Listen, thank you for coming.

I appreciate it.

I love you guys.

I'm kind of beat.

Well...

Don't look at me.
You guys raised him.

Hey, Pop.

Fish sticks?

Baked cod.

It's rich in omega-3,

which is supposed to be
good for it.

How'd you find out?

Called the doctor's office
after our visit.

And why did I think
to call the doctor's office

after our visit?

You tell me.

You never asked
a single question,

and when
you don't ask questions,

it means
you already know the answers.

Um, I'm sorry, Pop.

I'm very sorry. I...

I was just trying
to do the right thing by you.

I didn't ask
for that kind of handling.

I never have, never will.

Look,
when I saw the look on your face

when you asked me to take you,

I just thought...

Well, you thought wrong.

And who were you trying
to do the right thing by?

Honestly.

Honestly? You.

Nothing in it for me.

Oh, yeah?

Like you never thought
that your home life

would be easier
if I was in the dark?

Honest to God, that...

that never even occurred to me.

Oh, Francis.

I'm too old to say it.
You're too old to hear it.

But I'm really disappointed
in you.

You're a good fixer.

But when are you gonna learn

that sometimes fixing
isn't what's called for?

Well, that's not really fair.

I've stayed away
from Jamie's problem.

Because protocols require it.

I didn't say you weren't smart.

But not every situation

needs a decider or a fixer.

I know that.

No, you don't.

You never just show up,
be a wingman.

Sometimes that's the only thing
you can do,

but it's everything.

And it kills me
that I failed to teach you that.

Yeah, but if she does end up
running for office,

it's not a good look

if she has him arrested

for calling out a legitimate
beef with this office.

Seriously? We're worried
about how it looks?

Not we. She.

Look, I-I don't know
if you follow the news,

but you'd be amazed
at how little it takes,

uh, to cancel somebody's ticket
these days.

I watch the news, okay?
And we missed something.

You know, Katz isn't known
for violence down here,

but he is up in Otisville.

He got good
at sharpening his toothbrush,

cleaned a couple guys' ears
with it.

Then they left him alone?

Well, wouldn't you?

I mean, so what are
we supposed to do now?

Just sit and wait?

Ask your sister.

Well, I suck at sit and wait.

Well, me, too,
but it's her call.

Hey.

Which one of you
shot their mouth off?

Not me.
Not me.

Look, it was probably him.
But about what?

I just got a call

from
the Organized Crime Task Force

that they're picking up
Fratello chatter

that Lenny Katz threatened me.

You said Lenny Katz
didn't threaten you.

Their chatter, not mine.

Old-school mobsters
still consider

law enforcement off-limits.

They wouldn't want light on them
for what Katz is doing.

That's right.

Does any of this chatter involve
having a talk with Katz?

Yes.
Great.

Then why look a gift horse
in the mouth?

I said
I would handle this myself.

Yeah, and I respected that.

Me, too.

Did you?

On our brother's grave.

I'm Eddie Janko. How's it going?

Okay.

You're Tate, right?

Yeah.

What can I get for you?

Hey. Can we get, uh,

two seltzers
and whatever he's having?

We're Officers Badillo
and Janko.

We're from the 2-9.

Let me guess.

Sergeant Reagan's command?

Look, I didn't have a choice.

I know.

Sergeant Reagan knows, too.

Then why you want to hassle me?

Who said
we were gonna hassle you?

The way things are going for me?
Come on, man.

All I did was request
my supervisor to the scene.

The rest was
up to the powers that be.

Two seltzers.

One rum and Coke.

Was there anything at the scene,

anything at all,
that would lead you to think

that Sergeant Reagan
caused that accident?

I don't do
collision investigations.

I was just first on the scene.

Anything you heard, then?

Like I said...
A collar like this,

fellow cop,

PC's son?

You keep up.

Any of us would.

The surveillance footage
had gaps,

so they're calling it
inconclusive.

Driver came back clean
for drugs and alcohol.

He was traveling
over the speed limit, but...

that's about it.

Isn't he married
to a fellow officer?

Yeah. Me.

So we're both deep in this.

Yeah. Cheers.

Look, I deal with
these rat-racers all the time.

They often have GoPros
mounted on the dash

to record their run
for social media.

There may be one
rattling around in the wreck.

I don't know
if they found it

or if they're
even looking for it,

but it could
show him parked

before they blew by.

Thank you, Officer Jones.

You didn't hear this from me.

I don't need
any more of this thing.

Copy that.

Hey, Dad. What's going on?

Way too much from what I hear.

Come on in.

Eddie?

Out.

So it's just you and me and...

the elephant in the room.

It's not about that.

Can't be.

I know that.

So, what's up?

Does something have to be up?

I thought maybe, you know,

you could use a wingman.

The 12-year-old.

Sounds good.
I'll get the glasses.

One for me

and one for my wingman.
You know...

Pop really kicked my ass.

Told me I didn't know
how to just show up.

Yeah, well, here you are,
so you showed him.

You know, I was

kind of wondering

if you ever talked to anybody
from the night of.

Yes, I did. A few of them.

Anybody who could come forward

and say you got slipped
a Mickey?

Those aren't exactly
wingman questions, Dad.

More like cop questions,

just so's you know.
Well...

I, um...

I left a voice mail
for the guy who threw the party

asking what the hell I'd taken,
but he deleted it.

Fellow cop?

No.

Peter Chou, law school buddy.

Now a partner
at a Wall Street firm

where drugging NYPD sergeants
is a no-no.

You could, uh, get a subpoena,
retrieve the message.

Uh, I'm just saying.

Some guys could. I couldn't.

I'm not gonna torpedo
a guy's career to save mine.

Well, you put it that way...

And he didn't know
it was laced, either.

I hate where I find myself,

but I'd hate it more
if I took anyone down with me.

And you know
what would be

the-the worst outcome possible?

That you helped my case

and then it came back
to haunt us all.

That the legacy
that you and Pop built,

that Joe died for,

got canceled.

That-that could never be
worth it to me.

Guess you found the tracker.

A detective did.

Guess I'm no James Bond.

You need to get lost,
Lenny.

Get lost why?

Because you know I was
treated very unfairly,

and it bothers you to
see me, am I right?
No, no.

Because what could I possibly
have to offer in return,

am I right?
Lenny "Scaredy" Katz.

Because
the Fratello crime family

found out what you're doing,
and they're not happy about it.

Liggett may have overreached,

but there's nothing I can do
for you.

No restitution I can offer.

For what it's worth, I'm sorry,
but that's all I've got.

But I was right.

Can you just say it?

You could be right,

but I doubt
we'll ever know for sure.

Now, goodbye, Lenny.

Get in the car, Lenny.
Oh, no! Hey, hey, hey!

Hey, Lenny.
You don't have time for coffee.

Lenny Katz,
Detective Abetemarco.

How'd you get the tracker back?

I asked him for it.

Why?
Hopefully
to save your life.

Those guys
that snatched you last night?

They were gonna give me
a beatdown. I had to.

A beatdown if you were lucky.

And, Lenny, you ain't lucky.

The guy whose eye
you gouged out?

He's an actual Fratello.

What do you mean,
actual Fratello?

Lorenzo Fratello's
great-great-nephew.

A made guy. A one-eyed
made guy now,

thanks to you.
How was I supposed to know?

They didn't, like,
introduce themselves.

Point is a beatdown's
not on the menu anymore.

Right.

So, Lenny, past the restrooms,

there's a service entrance
that opens to the alley,

where you will find
a black, unmarked Suburban

that will take you
to the airport...

But I got stuff.
...where you will get

on a plane
that takes you somewhere

no one will find you.

Okay.

You're welcome.

Thank you, Ms. Reagan.

And, Lenny, you may
think this doesn't

make us even,
and I could understand that.

But this makes us even.

Now go.

JAMIE
I'm gonna Uber,

but I'd really like to know
what I slipped.

I mean,
what I got slipped, uh, to me.

I'm pretty baked here,

and I don't know what.

Where'd you get that?

It appeared in my inbox.

From who?

Admin.NYC.Gov.

I don't understand.
I believe that communication

is private and that the owner
of the account

did not want it made public.

We had our tech guy follow up.

It's legit.

How?
Sergeant,

have you ever heard
of the expression

"don't look a gift horse
in the mouth"?

Yeah, and I always wonder
why it doesn't end

with "unless you're a Trojan."

You lost me there.
The Trojan horse.

The Greeks pretend to bail
on the siege of Troy.

Then a guy named Sinon
convinces the Trojans

that the big wooden horse he
wheeled up is a peace offering

that'll make Troy
impregnable.

Trojans buy the story,
wheel the horse in.

Out pop a bunch
of Greek soldiers,

and so Troy fell.

The moral of
the story being

always look a gift horse
in the mouth.

The account user
remains anonymous.

Someone steered him
in a direction

he could contribute
to your defense

without fear of any exposure.

What am I watching here?

Footage from a camera

mounted on the dash
of the wrecked car.

As you can see,
your vehicle

is legally parked
with the hazard lights on

before and during the collision.

Also from Admin.NYC.Gov?

No. A tip to the
C.I.S. detectives

led to a more thorough search
of the vehicle

and the discovery
of a GoPro camera

that had dislodged upon impact.

Sergeant Reagan?

Guess it's just
my lucky day, then.

Effective immediately,

you will be restored
to full duty,

as this new evidence
has cleared you

of any wrongdoing
beyond a shadow of a doubt.

Hey, uh, wait, wait, wait,
wait, guys. Hold on a second.

That's all you got?

I mean, that's... Nothing?
You guys got nothing?

You guys got to
give me something.

I can take it. Let's go.

Is that an order, Sarge?

Yes, that's an order.

All right, dismissed.

Very nice.

Off the diet already, huh?

If I start serving cod and kale
at Sunday dinner,

they'll stop coming.

I won't tell the doc, I promise.

My new motto?

Everything in moderation,

especially moderation.

Well, that makes sense.

But they'll show up
for dinner on Sunday

no matter what you serve,

as long it's you
who's serving it.

It's the truth, Pop.

Are we good?

I'm good. Don't know about you.

I said, "Are we good?"

You tell me.

You wised up any?

The events of the week?

Yes.

And I appreciate the guidance.
Thank you.

Mm.

And I'm not afraid of dying,
just so's you know.

The great Chief Tecumseh
had it right.

Fear of death
is for those who have regrets

and want more time for do-overs.

Do-overs?

I'm paraphrasing.

Me, I could wrap up my do-overs

before the bank opens.

I will face death
like a hero going home.

I bet you will.

Did IAB

find for Jamie
all on their lonesome?

You mean
did I pull strings? No.

Not even a little tug?

I stayed true to my sworn oath
and my son's wishes.

If I happened to point someone
in a direction...

I knew it.

No, you didn't.

And nobody ever will.

Okay.

Could you pass the potatoes?
Sure.

Would you prefer baked or fried?

Oh, boy.

Those potatoes, please.

Taters coming right up for you,
Sergeant Snoop Dogg.

All right.
Wow, this is never
gonna get old.

Sorry, Officer Buzzkill.

Is your whole eighth grade class
funny or just you?

Just me.

Uh, try third grade.

Hey, if Sean

thinks you're being juvenile,
you better pack it in.

Excuse me?

Take it as a compliment.

Yeah.
You know,

there's an old saying

that tragedy plus time
equals comedy.

Maybe minus you it does.

Jamie,

I want to ask you
a serious question,

and I want an honest answer.

Uh-oh.

Shoot, Pop.

Do the events of the week
make you pro-marijuana for cops?

Never entered my mind.

'Cause I'm guessing there are

some activists that might try
to make you a poster boy.

Me? No.
Yeah.

Yeah, no, he has a point.

Look at you, Pop,
getting ahead of it.

Thank you.
I'm for whatever

gets anyone through a night
as long as it's legal.

Except it is legal.

Just not for cops.

Which is why
I can't be the poster boy.

But everything always changes.

Exactly right. If you like
things just the way they are,

take a picture for
your scrapbook.

You really think it might be
legal for cops one day?

Well, they outlawed booze
in 1920 to '33,

and then it was legal.

Did cops stay dry?

But we are forgetting
the most important thing here.

Sergeant Reagan, despite
his condition at the time,

did what great cops do.

He took the risk.
He ran towards the fire.

That's called courage.

So...

Sergeant Reagan,

as your commissioner,
it is my great honor

to present you
with this commendation

for outstanding service
in the field.

Hear, hear.
Yeah.

Hear, hear, indeed.
A commendation.

Maybe I should get high.

Mm.
What?

Way to go!

Great.

Yeah, you saved the day!

Yay!

Let me see that.
Well-played, Dad.

That's great.

Oh, I love that.
Yeah, that's great.

And TOYOTA.