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Previously on Blue Bloods:

What's going on, kid?

(sighs)

Something you should hear.

JOE (recorded):
Getting close,

but the Templar
may have made me.

That's Joe.

The night he
was killed.

He was working with the FBI,
investigating the Blue Templar.

What?

I should have told you
a long time ago, Danny.

Does Dad know?

No.

JAMIE: After I broke off
communications with the FBI,

I started looking into the death

of Detective Gonsalves
on my own.

Long story short, she had left

a sort of last testament
with her sister.

Wrote that when she
arrived on the scene,

Detective Malevsky
had killed the two dealers

and then told her
that they had shot Joe.

JAMIE:
She didn't believe him,

so the Blue Templar realized

that, clearly,
that made her a liability.

(sighs)

Why didn't you come to us
when all this started?

Because Joe had kept it
from you, I...

...thought maybe
this was something

he left behind
for me to...

carry on, and...

I wanted to honor my brother.

Now I'm in over my head.

I mean, uh...

who the hell are these guys?

We're going in the front.

Copy that.
We're at the fire escape.

After Serpico
and the Knapp Commission

and all the static
that came with it,

we started the Blue Templar as
a way to police the police.

There was a world of hurt
in the ranks

because a few bad apples had...

brought such disgrace
to the whole department.

We thought it would be
a good thing

to have a band of brothers

who kept a lookout
from the inside.

And it served a purpose
for awhile.

We had a good man in I.A.

who appreciated
what we were trying to do.

And we avoided
some potential disasters

from the rank.

But after a while, the...
the core group retired,

and the Templar became

just a bunch of guys
telling war stories

about the bad old days.

I was never much of a joiner.

When I was tapped, there was
some new blood in the Templar.

Thought we could do
some good again.

Just dissolved into
a bunch of blowhards

sitting around
strip clubs

where the girls
know every cop's name

and a bill never shows up
for the drinks.

I got out quick.

Police! Don't move!

(gunfire)

Come on, come on, come on.

When I came on
as commissioner,

I conducted a thorough review
of all the department's

fraternal organizations
with I.A.,

including the Blue Templar.

I never saw anything
that would cause concern,

much less alarm.

I guess I just saw
what I was supposed to see.

(sighs)

Who was your FBI contact?

A female agent--
Anderson.

She just made it sound like
Joe was working with them.

Anybody else? I.A.?

Lieutenant Bello
interviewed me from I.A.

when I was seen in Chinatown
with Anderson.

She came forward and...
and backed up my... my story.

You lied to I.A.

I didn't know
who knew what. I...

You should have come to me
right away, son.

(cell phone ringing)

Yeah.

No, you go ahead.

I'll meet you there.

(indistinct radio transmissions)

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Hey. What do we got?

Hey. Uh, well, all
four were packing.

None of them
got off a shot.

We got two earwitnesses
that heard some commotion

and then a lot of gunfire
in a short amount of time.

DANNY:
We gathering the shell casings?

JACKIE:
Yeah, but both witnesses said

they heard
voices-- plural--

shouting what sounds like,
"Police. Don't move."

Right.
"Police. Don't move,"

but nobody stops
to take a peek, right?

Right, well, in a
building like this,

"Police. Don't move..."

Even the cockroaches
run the other way.

(sighs) Hey.

Hey.

Hey, look wedged in right there.

See it?

Is that Kevlar?

Yeah, looks like it.

That's a Kevlar glove,
same as the police use.

They're shouting
police commands.

Right. Police
impersonators?

Yeah.

Or maybe, uh, dirty cops.

We had an incident
in Brooklyn South last weekend.

Could be a pattern.

Let's canvass the building.
Okay.

(sighs)

Hey, Dad.

We, uh... we might have stumbled
upon something here.

MAN:
In the massacre last night,

one of the dead
in the ambush

was a confidential
DEA informant.

He was also
in business

with some of
your detectives.

Do you have proof?

Copies of the wire recordings
are being made as we speak.

We have a voice,
but no name to go with it.

Just one?

Just one on tape.

Clearly, this isn't
just a one-man show.

How much money
we talking about?

Given the chatter
leading up to this,

I'd estimate the haul to be
around $12 million in cash,

another 12 in pure heroin.

That's a hell of a pension.

What's the DEA's stance?

We've got almost two years
staked in the operation.

We'd rather not come out of
the shadows for some rogue cops.

We're pulling all our guys out.

Safety Net's
been cleared

for your department
to move ahead.

I appreciate that, Don.

I'm sorry, Commissioner.

I realize this
is the worst kind of news

someone in your position
can get.

No.

But it's a close second.

DANNY: If you're wearing
gloves, you want

to get to your gun quick,
so you do this--

you reach the gun,
but if you do anything else

with your arm,
the glove drops wherever.

Yeah, so they came
through the window.

Yeah, I'm figuring there
were at least four

if they had to move
that much weight out.

So two through the door
and two through the window.

Right.
You talking to I.A.?

Uh-uh.

Not even Bello?

Why not?

I trust Alex, but he won't know

if the Templar has eyes
and ears over there.

Jamie was there
on a related incident.

I don't want to set off alarms.

But you can't handle this
on your own, Dad.

I'm not going to.
I have you.

And I got Danny.

Can we trust Detective Curatola?

She's solid.

What about me?

I know this is going to be hard

for you, Jamie, but they do
have eyes and ears on you,

so for now, you got to go
about your business

like it's
any other day.

So we have five, six,

and how many men and women
in the NYPD?

We're looking for a few
out of...

35,000, maybe?

Is there anyone else
we can trust?

Yeah, and I will bring them in
at the right time,

but right now,
we don't know how high up

or how deeply this infection
has spread,

so for now,
this operation stays in-house.

In this house.

♪ Blue Bloods 1x22 ♪
The Blue Templar
Original Air Date on May 13, 2011

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

So yeah, it's...

it's one block over
and three blocks up.

And make sure one of you
orders the pastrami.

(chuckles)

Danke schon.
Okay.

Thank you.
All right.

WOMAN (screaming):
Help!

(tires squealing)
Help!

WOMAN (screaming):
Help!

(tires squealing)
Oh, my God!

JAMIE:
Hey, over here!

(tires screeching)

(horn honking)

(crying)

You okay?

Okay. You're all right.

Oh, my God!
You're okay. You're okay.

It's all right. What happened?
Oh, my God.

I got away.

They tried to kidnap me.

Okay. All right.

All right. Central.

ERIN: I thought we were going
to keep it in the family,

not bring in
any more cops.

He's not a cop.

Cliff's a
former Marine.

He served with Danny
in Fallujah.

DANNY: Cliff was the, uh,
surveillance ears

tracking Saddam Hussein
in Baghdad.

Believe me, Saddam farted,
Cliff could tell you

what kind of kebab
he had for lunch.

Goat was a deep bass,
poultry more a squeaky treble.

Nice. And that's
qualifications for...

Sit.

Listen to the DEA tape.

MAN (over tape): You already
told me you wanted in.

What you didn't tell me
is what you're bringing.

What's your ticket to the game?

That's the DEA mole.

Should be Panamanian

or Costa Rican.

MAN 2:
What I bring is--

I can't believe
you're asking me this--

kind of a guarantee
you can't get anywhere.

Call it my friends
and family plan.

That's our bad cop.

Room service.

(phone rings)

Reagan.

FRANK: Well, run the ballistic
evidence through IBIS

and see if the weapons
were ever in our system.

To make a crossover comparison,
I need a sample of his voice.

Where do you want to start?

Sonny Malevsky.
That's a leap.

Come on. We're in the business
of making leaps right now.

Sonny Malevsky is the name

that's been popping up
over and over again.

I can't buy a warrant with that.

DANNY: I'm not
asking you to buy one.

Are we wired to record calls

from the house?
Sure.

Okay, Grandpa, you got this
charity you work for

for the kids.
What is it?

PSL Yankee Stadium Night?

Okay, great.
How about we have Grandpa

make a call
to Sonny Malevsky

asking him
to make a donation?

Call the son of a bitch.

(phone line ringing)
DANNY: Right.

It's ringing.

Okay.

WOMAN (over phone):
Manhattan North.

Detective Malevsky, please.
Henry Reagan calling.

Just a moment, please.

MALEVSKY:
Henry? How are you?

I'm good, thank you,
Detective. And you?

You know, hanging in there.

Good, good, good.
Listen.

I need you to take
a leadership role

with the PSL
Yankee Stadium Night.

You know, where we...

Put me down for two grand.
Oh.

Oh, that's very
generous of you.

Thank you very much,
Detective.

Sure thing.
Thank you.

Well, there's a couple of grand
we'll probably never see.

(beeping)

I'd say it's a match
to the voice on the DEA tape.

You're sure?
I'm sure.

Well?

I heard tickets

and friends and family plan,

and that's going
to buy us zip in court.

We got a dead DEA mole talking
turkey with Sonny Malevsky.

That's got to be enough
to buy us

a surveillance
warrant, at least.

I can't promise that.
I can try.

This particular can of worms
only opens from the inside.

We need the warrant.

Ma'am.

Thank you...
Oh.

...um, Officer...?

Reagan. Jamie.

Thank you.

We're almost finished,

and then you'll talk
to the detectives, okay?

Okay, and, um, you don't have
to talk to me like I was eight.

Uh, I'm not. Um...

(laughs) "And then you'll talk
to the nice detectives."

Uh... I didn't say "nice."

Is there anyone
that you can think of

that might have motive
to kidnap you?

(sighs)

My father was CEO
of Mainways Mortgage.

When things went south
a couple of years ago,

thousands of people got slammed,

but he walked away with millions
of dollars, scot-free.

Throw a rock in Greater Boston,

and you'll hit someone
with a motive.

That must suck for you.

Which is why I'm in New York

for a job interview
with a museum in Abu Dhabi.

That's far.

It's far enough, I hope.

Sit up straight.

Here come the nice detectives.

(siren whoops, stops)

(car alarm toots)

Reagan.

Sonny Malevsky.

What are you doing up here?

This your car?

Yeah.

Got the hemi, huh?

Got to get the hemi.

Go big or go home.
That's right.

Try not to drool on it.

Hard not to.

So what are you doing up here?

Figured you for nosebleeds

north of Times Square.

Yeah. Just came to, uh, close
a few cases up with Sizowitz.

So, you love the car, huh?

I do. You're thinking
about getting one?

Uh, you know,
wife and two kids--

every check is spoken for.

Reagan?

Sizowitz is off today.

Yeah. He, um, said he'd leave
the files on the desk.

Drive safe.

CAPTAIN:
Reagan?

Interested in some overtime today?
If you need me, Captain, sure.

You'll be stationed outside
Ms. Peck's hotel room.

Seriously?

The incident occurred within the
confines of our precinct, and

until we have
a better assessment

of the ongoing threat,
I offered her

police escort
as a courtesy.

You can stay in your
street clothes.

We're not trying
to broadcast the situation.

10-4.

Um...

You want something?

Oh, just a chair
for out in the hall.

I've kind of been
on my feet all day, so...

This one okay?

Of course.

All right.

(phone vibrating)

Um... I don't really feel
like talking to anybody.

(phone beeps off)

If you do have a visitor, though,
you'll give me a heads-up?

Of course.
Okay.

Um, which of their teams
are you a fan of?

Their teams?

Of Harvard's.

Oh, uh,

I don't really follow
college sports.

This is from when I went there.

You went to Harvard?
The law school.

Really?

Going to be a great day
when me saying "Harvard"

isn't followed by someone
else saying, "Really?"

No, I didn't mean that...

It's just a surprise.

I know. Um, I'll
be right outside.

(knocking on door)

Who is it?

MAN: It's Billy.
It's...

It's okay.

Hi.
Oh, hi.

I came from work the
second I heard. Oh.

Oh, you poor thing.

I'm okay now.

Oh, now that I'm here.

I'll just be outside.

Oh, um, Billy Coffin,

Police Officer Reagan.

Hi.

They gave you a bodyguard?

Just a presence
at Ms. Peck's option.

Well, thanks for being here.

I'll be outside.

(sighs)

(speed dial tones)

Hey, Dad, it's me.

What have we got?

We're making progress.

We got eyes and ears
on Malevsky.

Thanks for checking in.

All I'm saying is,
if they go 30 seconds

bitching about their wives
or whatever,

you need
to minimize the wire.

Minimize the wire?

Cut the feed.

Just drop in 30 seconds later.

Hopefully, they've changed the
subject to something we can use

in court.
That's crazy.

That's the law.

You can't just listen till
you get what you're looking for.

You can't just pan
for gold, Cliff.

I miss Marine Intelligence,
though you're a lot prettier.

(phone line ringing)

Incoming from Malevsky's cell.

MALEVSKY:
Yeah. Malevsky.

DAMON:
Sonny, Damon.

What's up?

We got a problem.
There was a guy

at the thing we
didn't know about.

What kind of guy?

A spook. What agency,

bureau, we don't know.

Who's sniffing?

- Nobody yet, that we know of.
- What do we know?

That a guy got Reagan'ed,
and we didn't even know it.

All right.
Tell everyone to get ready.

We're moving
the party up.

They gave it Joe's name.

(beeping)

"Damon Camia, Rego Park"?

Camia. Camia and Malevsky worked
in Warrants with Joe.

Yeah.

So, what have we got?

No physical evidence,

no eyewitnesses.

Not enough
for what we want them for.

(phone ringing)

Go ahead, Baker.

Who was the supervisor
that signed off on it that day?

Thank you, Baker.

(sighs)

Let's cover these guys
from every possible angle.

Let's get eyes on their
homes, text messages,

e-mails, GPS on their cars
and ears on their phones.

I'm on it.

Erin, get the necessary
warrants on Camia.

I'm gonna go see an old friend.

Frank!

I mean, Commissioner.

Hello, Alice.
Could Gerry come out?

Oh, yeah. Gerry?

Gerry, you are never gonna guess
who's out here.

Oh, I'm sorry.
My manners.

Please come on in.

No, that's okay.
This'll just take a minute.

Police business.
Commissioner.

Alice, don't leave the
man standing there.

She didn't, Gerry.
Walk with me.

So, uh, how's
your family?

They're all good.
Thanks for asking. Yours?

Uh, Sean's coaching
lacrosse at Stony Brook.

Tina's got a third
baby girl on the way.

That's good to hear.

So, isn't your, uh,
Jamie a rookie...?

On January 9, you signed off

on a cache
of confiscated weapons

as being destroyed,

but a number of Glock nines

never made the trip
to the furnace.

Who'd you give them to?

(sighs)
Oh.

(sighs)

Ah, geez.

You got ten seconds, or no deal.

What deal?

The only deal
that's out there for you.

Nine, eight...
All right.

...seven, six...

All right, all right.

Art Buchanan and Will Atwater,

Narcotics, Manhattan North.

That's it?

Those are the two I dealt with.

There's another name.

Whoever reached out to you

and brought you in
in the first place.

I'll find the match.
You know I will.

Three, two, one.
(whimpers)

Teddy Chapin, the 31 Precinct.

(crying)

(sobbing)

What deal?

I want your shield and guns

on your chief's desk
first thing tomorrow,

and your only pension's

whatever you made
working your little side deal.

I don't want to see you
near a precinct,

or at a retirement party,

or even wearing
an NYPD baseball cap.

And not a word to anybody.

Thank you.

And that's that.

Got a second?

Yeah, what's up,
partner?

I need you to slap a tracker
on a guy, stake him out.

The warrant's
on the way.

We pick up a case
I don't know about?

Not from Gormley.

Okay.

I'm gonna ask you to
do something, Jack,

I know you're not going
to want to do it.

The guy's on the job.

It's Damon Camia-- he's a
detective with the 27 squad.

I'm not a rat, Danny,

- I know.
- I don't want to be.

I know.

I'm not a rat either,
Jack, but I need this.

You know I would walk
on nails for you...

but you are asking me to go
against everything that I am.

They killed my brother, Jackie.

Camia and the Blue Templar--
they killed Joe.

(car alarm chirps)

Hey.

Yeah, Camia left
in his personal car

an hour before end of tour.

DANNY (over phone):
Wherever he goes, you go.

Yeah, I'll stay with.

(engine starting)

(knocking)
Ms. Peck, your food is here.

I ordered plenty
for both of us.

Come on in.

Um... I, uh...

Please.

I'd appreciate the company.

If I eat alone tonight,
I won't eat, and I'm starving.

All right.

Cliff, what do
you got for me?

Nothing--

no calls going out, incoming
straight to voice mail,

and hang-ups.

I'm afraid they all
took up vows of silence.

When was the last outgoing call

from any of
these guys?

Let me take a look.

(liquid pouring)

How could I not see it?

There's nothing
down that road, Dad.

It's a dead end.

(laughs)

Well, it wasn't
a lightning bolt exactly,

but I was sitting around
with a bunch

of other 1-L classmates
at dinner one night

and everyone was talking
about what firms offer

what starting salaries
and what bonus so and so got

their second year
at Dewey, Screwem and Howe.

But that's any grad
school-- law, med.

Right, but what struck me is--

and this is going to sound
naive or idealistic

or whatever, but I don't care
because it's true--

in all those years
of family dinners,

I never once heard them talk
about the job

in terms of what they made.

I mean, what they made
just wasn't the reason

they did
what they did.

What was?

The work itself.

Um, you know, the stories
that you lived to tell.

I mean,
you could sit my dad

or my brother down
next to a king, a rock star,

a billionaire, I-I don't care,

that person is going to ask
for just one more story

all night long.

So you became a cop

to be the most sought-after
guest at dinner parties.

Yes.

(laughing):
Yeah.

(chuckles)

Um, I became a cop
to make a difference

in-in a good way,
a real way,

and if I get to live some
great stories along the way,

that's just icing on the cake.

(phone ringing)

Excuse me.

Uh, Billy, I'll call you
back in a bit, okay?

Love you.

Bye.

Uh, listen,
thank you for dinner.

(laughing):
Oh.

Wow, um, I'm flattered.

Billy's gay,

you know.

He locks himself in the closet
because of his family,

but he's been all about the boys
since we were ten.

Um, no, I didn't,
but, um, um, no matter.

My relief will probably be here
any minute,

so I should get back outside.

Jamie.

Um...

(laughs)

Uh, will you be
back tomorrow?

Um, if that's my
assignment, yeah.

Mm-hmm.
Okay.

(knocking on door)

MAN: Reagan, it's Petrillo,
I'm your relief.

Uh, right-right there.

Um, good night.
Good night.

(engine revs)

(grunts)

(tires screeching)

(car alarm wailing,
horn blaring)

DANNY (over phone): Jackie.
(panting): Yeah.

- Where the hell have you been?
- I was busy, okay?!

Just listen up.

Okay, hold on, hold on.

Let me put you
on speakerphone.

All right, go ahead.

Listen, a car, a car,
not Camia's car--

another, another SUV, a black
SUV with New York plates--

he, uh, followed me
from the airport,

and I... I thought I lost him,
but he came up behind me

and he just pushed me
off the side of the road.

I think I'm okay--
just a few bruises

from-from the airbag.

But, listen,
he dropped off his wife

and his kids at JFK

with enough luggage
to go on a Bon Jovi tour.

It was Jet Blue international,

I don't know
where it was headed to,

but I got close enough
to hear the good-byes,

and he said he'd be seeing them
in a few days.

Okay, where's Camia now?

Wait.

Um... uh, yeah...

it looks like Camia's back
at his house, but listen to me--

these guys are definitely
getting the hell out of Dodge.

All right, good work.

Keep your phone on.

Yeah.

We can't take chances
waiting any longer.

They're cornered
and they know it.

Erin,

I can bring
in Buchanan and Atwater

for receiving the weapons
out of Property, but Camia...

If we assume the wife is
traveling with a pile of cash,

we can run the manifests
for Jet Blue,

alert Customs on the end,
and sweat the wife,

but that's an "if."

Where do I start?

Malevsky first.

Great.

Cliff, feed me his location.

Got your back.

(indistinct chatter,
traffic noise)

This is Officer Reagan.

Are Detectives Trotta or Stanton
still there?

I-I'm sorry, Detective,

I-I'm just trying
to get this straight.

DCPI hasn't released
any information

regarding the kidnap attempt?

The father's traveling
in Europe,

we haven't been able
to reach him.

We wanted to see
if he had any insights

before we went wide with this

and scared the crap out
of every female tourist in town.

You playing detective, rookie?

No, no, sir,
thanks for your time.

Laura Peck, room 1103.

(phone ringing)

(doorbell rings)

Father, Detective
Reagan with the NYPD.

Sonny Malevsky--
is that his car?

Oh, my,
is it stolen?

No, no, Malevsky...
He donated it for the raffle.

Is he here now?

He was just here.

He just dropped it off

about ten minutes ago.

Okay, I'm sorry to trouble you.

Thank you.

Dad, yeah.

No, Malevsky dumped
the car, Dad.

No, he's off the grid.

Buchanan?

Okay, I'm after him.

All right, yeah, I'm on it.

(engine starts)

Billy, someone tried
to kidnap me this morning.

Would you feel safe?

You need to get out.

Laura!

You're with me.
Laura!

Have a few laughs.

No, no!

(grunts)

No, no!

No!

No, no!

Hey, police!

(grunts)

Hey!

(groaning)

(tires screeching)

On your stomach!
On your stomach!

Hands behind your back.

Are you okay?

I'm okay. I'm okay.

Come on, come one,
let's get inside.

Don't move, you stay right where
I can see you, Coffin.

What?

You heard me--
you stay

right there.

Call 911!

DANNY: I'm still sitting
across from Buchanan's, Dad.

No sign of him,
no lights on, nothing.

No, Jackie says
there's no sign of him either.

She thinks he's not home.

This doesn't look good, Dad.

I'm thinking we should maybe
put it over the air.

Hold on, hold on.

Okay, he was home after all.

He must have been watching
the street.

And he's on the move.

(engine starts)

Okay, Dad, I'm gonna see
where the party's at.

(engine starts)

Boston PD had both the driver
and your wounded

in their system, a couple
of enforcers for a Southie crew

with a lot of kidnapping
and extortion on their resumes.

Coffin's waiting for his lawyer,

but why don't you put it
all together for me?

Uh, I can't do that.

No theory, Officer?

First thing Coffin said was,

"I left work
as soon as I heard."

I guess it just didn't sit right
with me in the back of my mind,

and then when I checked
with you, the nickel dropped.

Ms. Peck hadn't
called anyone yet.

Coffin could have only
heard about it

through the guys
that tried to snatch her, so...

And when you you checked with me

is when you should have
said something.

I'm just glad
I made it back here in time.

First time
you shot someone, kid?

Yes, sir.

Enjoy the paperwork.

(phone ringing)

(sighs)

Hey, Dad.

You okay?

Ms. Peck,
I got to get going.

Please, can't you just
stay for a little while?

Uh, I really can't.
My family needs me.

Okay. Uh, then...

thank you.

Yeah.

If you need anything, you know
I work out of the 12th.

Look me up.

Okay.

And if Abu Dhabi
doesn't work out,

we have a lot
of nice museums right here.

DANNY:
Okay, Dad.

Buchanan just picked up Malevsky

at a diner off of the BQE.

They're back on it
and heading north.

Atwater and Camia both
just got off the BQE

just north
of the Pulaski Bridge.

They're on side streets
in Greenpoint.

They're gonna meet.

I'll stay with Malevsky
and call in the location.

Dad, if this is
what I think it is,

we're going to need some backup,
and it's gonna have to be guys

that are gonna actually
back us up.

You got guys?

I got guys.

You want I should
meet you there?

Jaime's on his way.
You wait for me, Danny.

I'll coordinate
with your driver, Commissioner.

And good luck, sir.

♪ No stop signs ♪

♪ Speed limit ♪

♪ Nobody's gonna slow me down ♪

♪ Like a wheel, gonna spin it ♪

♪ Nobody's gonna
mess me around ♪

♪ Hey, Satan, paid my dues ♪

(song continues over jukebox):
♪ Playing in a rocking band ♪

What's up, ladies?

(cheering)

(whooping)

Dr. Malevsky is in the house,

and everyone is gonna get well.

(laughs)
♪ I'm on the highway to hell ♪

Alex Bello,

come on down!

(men laughing, whooping)

♪ I'm on a highway to hell... ♪

♪ Highway to hell ♪

Freeze! Nobody move!

Hands up!
Move!

♪ Highway to hell... ♪
Freeze! Freeze!

Let's go!

Freeze right there!

All right, you know the drill.

Keep you hands
where we can see them.

Anybody tries anything stupid,
you will catch a bullet.

(music stops)

DANNY: Up against the table.
All of you.

Come on. Turn around.

Get over there!

FRANK:
Alex.

You, I did not see.

That was maybe
the hardest part, Frank,

getting over on you.

I won't ask why.

There's millions of reasons
in those bags.

But how could you look at me?

Your trust was my insurance.

Before I take your shields,

there's a question
I want answered.

Which one of you killed my son?

(loud clattering)

I'll ask again.

Who shot my boy?

(sighs)

Just so you know,

it's not like
he wasn't warned.

Just like the rookie
over here.

Again and again.

But you people, you just
don't take a hint, do you?

Not from you, we don't.

For what it's worth...

...I'm sorry.

It was nothing personal
against Joe.

It was personal to us,
you scumbag.

Sonny, don't!
Sonny, don't do this.

We all die, Sonny.

It's just a question of when.

(gunshot)

Call the bus, Jack.

Danny?

DANNY:
Sir.

Take their shields.

Your hands quit
shaking yet, kid?

Yeah. Almost.

Hey. Kid brother finally
lost his cherry.

Bust my chops, Danny.

My hope for you,
for both of you,

is you never have
to fire your weapon

in the line of duty again.

Yeah, the paperwork is murder.

Right.

Can't you do something
about that, Commissioner?

Okay, who wants
to say grace?

Grace.

(laughter)

Never gets old.
No.

(laughter)

Grace.

Still not funny
when you say it, Jack.

I thought it was.

I'd like to say grace.

I'd like to say grace.

You always get
to say grace.

JAMIE:
I asked first.

You say grace
every Sunday.

You always say grace.
Hey, kids.

Let's keep it civil.

Why don't we all say grace?
HENRY: Yeah.

HENRY:
Come on.

(sighs)
Come on.

Bless us, O Lord...

ALL: ...for these gifts which
we are about to receive

from thy bountiful hands.

Through Christ, our Lord. Amen.

♪ ♪

"Down these mean streets

"a man must go
who is not himself mean,

who is neither tarnished
nor afraid."

Raymond Chandler?

His definition of a hero.

Could have been talking
about Joe.

I'd like to think

he was with us last night.

I know he is always with me.

♪ ♪

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

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