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Previously on Blue Bloods:

The man voted least popular
by the gangs of New York.

Oh, thank you very much.

One of your chiefs
and his wife were just murdered

in cold blood.
I say screw the mayor,

the D.A., the press
and whoever else

might be looking
over you shoulder.

Everything by the book.

Why?
That's how we honor him.

You gonna arrest me or let
me the hell up out of here?

You have no I.D.,
no weapon,

nothing on Hunt.
Let us hold him for 24 hours.

Cut him loose.

The prime suspect
in a double homicide

shouldn't be able to waltz away
from police surveillance.

Bring me the head
of Mario Hunt.

These guys never make a move

without Wallace's blessing.

Even if I gave you Mario,

you got no case.
We got an eyewitness.

You never know when
he's gonna take a turn

for the worse.

Oh.
Oh, my God, no!

What are you doing, Curtis?

Oh, oh!

Oh, oh!

Oh, oh, God.

Oh. Curtis.
Oh, God.

Hector.
Oh, my God.

Hector! Curtis,
what did you do?

Okay, Hector, relax.
Oh, my...

I need help in here!
He's been shot.

Activate level one trauma team!

Let's get a pulse.

Okay. Hector,
stay with me, here.

Start CPR.
I am.

Come on. Hector,

hang in there.
It's okay, it's okay. Get the bag.

Start charting.

7:50.
Charting. Time to start up.

- Oh, God.
- Take the bag.

I got the bag,
I got the bag.

Okay. Hector...

Get the, uh...
start the Ambu Bag.

Start CPR.

I'll check to see
if the lungs are clear.

Starting CPR.

Up, up, up, up, up.

Come on, Hector!

Come on, Hector, come on. Come on.
He's losing a lot of blood.

Stay with us.
Stay with us, Hector.

Come on, Hector.

Damn it, pick up.

Pick up.

You get our uniform?

He's not answering.
What do you mean he's not answering?

He's supposed to be on
Hector Florez's door.

Yeah, I know.
Danny, calm down.

I can't calm down.

I need to know what's
going on at the hospital.

Come on.
There's no one at the nurses' station?

No, nothing.

Come on, Linda.
Pick up, baby.

Hector.
Breathe, Hector.

Hector, please stay with me.

Hector, stay with me.

Come on, Hector.
Come on, Hector.

All right, lungs are clear.

Epinephrine, one milligram.

Call the blood bank,
get two units

of O-negative, stat.
Come on.

Two gunshot wounds,
uh, in the chest.

Come on, Hector.

You're almost there.

Security lockdown, all floors.

All right, pulse check,
pulse check.

Stop, pulse check.

Asystole.

Yeah. Let's call it.

Uh, 7:52.

Security to trauma one.
Security to trauma one.

Linda, you okay?

Yeah.

What's this?
What?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Linda...
What? What?

What?

Trauma team, back in here!

Trauma team!
What? What happened?

Look at me.
What happened?

She's been shot,
get the stretcher.

- What?
- Get the gurney.

Get the gurney. Look at me, look at me,
look at me. Okay,

listen to me. Look at me.
You're gonna be fine.

Okay. Okay, okay. You've been shot.
We're gonna

take you to the O.R.
Come, come, come, come.

Okay, we got it.
Turn, turn, turn.

Stay breathing, here we go.
Okay.

We got you, we got you.
Here we go.

Good, all right? Come with me.
Okay.

Are you with me?
Look at me. It's okay, baby.

Stay with me, stay with me.
Okay, you ready?

One, two, three, up.

And lifting.
One, two, three, up.

Prep the O.R.

♪ ♪

Where are you, Frank?

No place I want to be.

You know, it occurs to me
in the midst all this swirling

activity, I haven't taken the
time to tell you how sorry I am

that you lost your friend.

Thank you.

We ordered in from
Motorino downstairs.

I took the liberty
of getting you chicken parm.

I appreciate it.

You need to head
home, get some rest.

I will when you will.

Not in the cards.

Then it isn't for me, either.

Thank you, Garrett.

For what?

For what you're trying to do.

You're welcome.

Excuse me, Commissioner.

They got to our witness.

Yes.

That's not why
you're out of breath.

No, sir.

Move.

Get out of the way. It's a police siren.
I'm going around.

I'm going around.

Hello?

Is that our uniform?

You tell that
son of a bitch

to seal off the entire floor.
Nobody gets near Florez.

Oh, my God.

What?

What-what is it?

Turning, turning.

Gunshot,
lower-right

quadrant.
Clear the hall!

Linda, honey, I got you.
You'll be okay.

I need you to breathe,
I need you to breathe.

Breathe.

No, baby, no, baby, no.

Turn, turn, turn.

That's right,
just breathe.

Linda! Linda!

Linda, I need you to breathe, now.
Linda!

I need Danny.

Linda! Linda!

That's my wife.
No, no,

Detective Reagan, no!
That's my wife!

I know. I know.
That's my wife.

We are...
Just let me go in and see her.

You can't, you can't.
Let me go in and see her!

Hey, it's okay. You cannot go in there.
Fine.

Fine, fine!
We're doing everything we can...

Hey! Detective, no, we are
doing all we can, okay?

I will send a doctor out
when we know something.

Come on. Danny.

B-negative.

Don't worry, they got her.

♪ Blue Bloods 5x22 ♪
The Art of War
Original Air Date on May 1, 2015

@elder_man

♪ ♪

Over time, there's
a possibility the bullet

could migrate
closer to the spine.

Paralysis?
Not likely.

But it can't be ruled out.

Not likely, let's just
leave it at that.

Hey.

Gang's all here.

What are you trying to do,

join the family business?
Well, as

another Reagan once said,

“Honey, I forgot to duck.”

How do you feel?

Like I got shot in the back.

Good guess.

You know
what would

make me feel better?

What?

For all of you
to get back to work.

Not leaving till
we know you're okay.

Oh, I'm okay.

And I'm not gonna
get any more okay

with all these long faces looking at me.
Honey.

Come on. This is
still my floor.

And you all
have work to do.

You heard what
the lady said.

Everybody back to work.

Thanks, Pop.

Dad?

Shooter's name

is Curtis Turner.

Linda asked me
to keep an eye on him.

She was worried about him
running with gangbangers,

and she was right.

I don't know
how I missed this.

Never saw him
as a shooter.

Our guys reviewed the hospital
surveillance footage.

It confirms Linda's I.D.
of the shooter.

He works at the hospital.

What do we know about him?

His mom works here, too.
Her name is Faith Turner.

She's over there
with our detectives.

She's talking
about

a mile a minute, but she's
not saying a thing.

She knows where he is.

What are you
doing in here?

This is all my fault.

None of this had to happen.

Well, you're exactly right.

Your son has
been involved with

the Warrior Kings
for months now

while you've
turned a blind eye.

That's not true.

It made me sick to see him
hanging out with those thugs.

I tried
to stop him.

You think it's easy?

Doing the right thing
is rarely easy.

What am I
supposed to do?

Every kid on that block makes
twice in a month what Curtis

makes in a year
here at the hospital.

How am I supposed
to keep my boy from that?

I understand.

He's your boy.

You know...

I've been in
here more times

than I care to count.

With wives

and mothers of cops

clinging to life.

It's a sacred place for me.

But I've never
been in here for this.

For what?

For a woman trying to hide
the whereabouts

of a suspected killer.

He's my son.
And Linda

is my daughter-in-law.

And the dead man
was my witness.

And I do not have the time

or the inclination

to pray for support
and guidance for you.

So I'm calling you out.

In here.

Where the hell's your boy?

Got eyes on the target?

Negative.

Said he was supposed to be here.

His mom said she bought him
a bus ticket to Tampa.

He's got no money,

no cab fare,
so the subway stop's

the only way to get
to the bus depot.

Are you kidding me?

Get out of the way.

Come on, Curtis. Where are you,
you son of a bitch?

I can't find him.

I think I just spotted her.

Where? Where is he?
No, I mean “her.”

Hey, Curtis!

Come here.

Get on the ground.

Back up! Back up!

You shoot my wife?!
Back up.

Get back.

Son of a bitch.

Back up, everybody!
Back up. Police!

What are you looking at?!

Hey! Turn that off!

Remember to behave,
Detective.

Left something of yours
at the hospital, Curtis.

Thought you might want it back.

It's a slug.

Doctors pulled it out
of my wife.

There's still another one
in her, you know,

but they can't pull that one out
'cause it might kill her.

I'm sorry.

Shut your face.

This is Assistant
District Attorney

Erin Reagan.

You know why
she's here?

No.

To keep me from snapping
your neck.

Detective.

She thinks I'm unstable.

A lot of people do around here.

Although they thought that
before

you shot the mother of my kids.

Are these...

Are these your kids?
No.

My kids are lucky.
Their dad's still alive.

Those are Hector Florez's kids.

You killed their dad.

Facing the
consequences

for pulling
the trigger, well,

not so much, huh?

You think I wanted to kill him?

I think you're a punk

who wanted to
earn his stripes

with the Warrior Kings,
so you did something as stupid

as what you did.

But I think you're smart enough
to know

where that's gonna land you,
aren't you?

Who ordered the hit
on Hector Florez?

Hey. I said
who ordered the hit?!

Detective.

Answer me!
Hey!

Knock it off!
You know what, put the wig

back on-- you're
gonna need it Detective.

'cause you're gonna be
someone's bitch in the joint!

Detective, now!

You gonna be Mario
Hunt's bitch, huh?

Is that who
ordered the hit?

Curtis, you have
no priors.

You've never been in the system.

You tell Detective Reagan
who ordered the hit,

and I can help you.

You know, you should
listen to her.

She's about the only thing
saving you

from me ripping your eyeballs
out right now.

My office is willing to
make you a very nice offer

in exchange for
your cooperation

in this investigation,
and I can personally guarantee

that we can cut your
jail time in half.

You think I'm afraid of jail?

I do.
Yeah, I'm not.

I ain't afraid

of jail, a'right?
You will be.

Curtis, think
of your mother.

That is who I'm thinking about.

Your mother?

Did they threaten your mother?

Is that what this is about?

Did they threaten to hurt her
if you talked?

Curtis?

Wait, wait, wait. What?

They call him
Ice, you know?

- AKA Ice.
- Who?

The Warrior King leader,
Clinton Wallace.

He has 'em all brainwashed.

The ones that don't
believe he's God

are convinced he's the
devil. Either case,

we can't break 'em.

You can't
break the ice?

Ha, ha, ha.
No, we can't.

Chief Kent couldn't
either, try as he might.

Everyone and everything
has a breaking point.

If you know where it is,
and nobody does

with these guys.

It's there, Sid.
We're just not seeing it yet.

What's to see? A guy puts
a gun to my mother's head,

tells me to shut up, I dummy
up-- I'm impossible to break.

Then you come at him
with something bigger,

something scarier.

Scarier than threatening to kill
your mother? What's that?

I don't know.
Well, there you go. We got nothing.

Face it, Garrett. We're out
of options. I hate to say it,

but the best we can do is
threaten some more jail time

for a guy who already has
two life sentences

and got Rikers set
up like his own

casa amigos.

And then there's this.

The hell's that?
What Ice Wallace

does to his soldiers
when they step out of line.

Cuts their tongue out.

Geez.

He read a lot.

Chief Kent?
Yeah, and not

like beach or airport reads.

Really old, obscure stuff.

He'd kind of go off-road
with it, I thought.

How's that?

We'll, you'd be
at a barbecue

talking Mets or whatever,
and he'd change the subject

to some book he was reading.

And you wouldn't know
where he was going with it,

and then
he'd bring it

back home,
to police work, to strategy.

Very smart guy.

I'm kind of wondering
where this is going.

Arthashastra.
It's an ancient text

from an Indian philosopher,

K-Kautilya.

That's a mouthful.

Not to Don.

What's in it?

Well, if I remember right,
it was an idea

that he would get
pretty worked up about.

The enemy of my enemy
is my friend.

I'm here on the express
orders of the commissioner.

I don't give a damn
what she told him.

I was an altar boy with Curtis.

He doesn't have a scratch
on him.

That happens
to be exactly what I told him.

I'm not here about that.
Then what?

Artie Shasta.
Or something like that.

Arthashastra.
It's an ancient text.

Well, I don't speak
ancient texts.

Never mind.
It's a long story. Just...

Point is, we got a new target.

We're going after Victor Perez?
He has an outstanding warrant

for non-appearance
from last May.

He's not a Warrior King.
He's from

their rivals,
the Ace Double Treys.

They run out of Jamie's precinct.
The enemy

of my enemy is my friend.

We can't
break the Kings,

but if we put enough pressure
on their rivals...

We won't have to. They'll do it for us.
Bring him in.

Turn up the heat, but...

I know.
Do it the way Chief Kent would.

I got the memo.

Let's go!

Let's go! Let's go!
Come on, seven! Seven-11, baby!

Come on, seven!

Oh!

Back up!
Who's next?

Who else want to lose
some money? Step up!

Get out of here.
Get out of here, kid.

You see him yet?

Not yet. Not yet.

Come on.

Where is this clown?

Ticktock, Danny Reagan.

We're gonna call an audible.

All units, get ready to move in.

Excuse me?

We're gonna take 'em.

On what grounds?
On my orders

we move.

What do you think
you're doing, Danny?

I'm doing my job.
You have absolutely

no grounds to arrest them.
Sure, I do.

“Park closes at dusk.”

Dusk?
Three...

Come on, Danny. You've got
two...

to be kidding me. Don't...
one. Move in.

Copy that.

Get out of the way! Move!

Yo! Five-O! Five-O!

Police! Get on the ground!

Put your hands where I can
see them right now! Don't move!

On the ground!
Get on the ground right now!

Now!

Don't move! Get your hands up!

Get down.

Get on the ground.
On the ground.

NYPD! Freeze!

Where's your boss tonight,
tough guy?

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

Yeah, you do.
I didn't do nothing, man.

Anybody got eyes on Perez?!

Get your hands up!

Hi, Dad. Sorry to bother you.

We have a problem.

Sit down. Sit down!

Come on. On your feet.
You got to be kidding me.

Come on.
Man, this is bull.

Shut up.

Danny,

what was the point of all that?

To catch bad guys.
This is exactly

the kind of behavior
you were warned about.

What, doing my job?

No, harassment.

You're just pissed
that you couldn't get your guy

on the up and up, so, of course,

once again, you overreact.

No, I call it good police work.

Doing... What?
So do I.

You called Dad?

Of course I called Dad.
What did you say?

I said good job.

Good job? These are bogus arrests.
There's nothing bogus

about them.
Trespassing after dark, drinking

at a city park--
that's against the law.

Oh, great.

So they get a summons.
In lieu of arrest.

Which means the arresting
officer can handcuff them

and transport 'em

back down to the precinct.
Come on.

On a technicality.
Wherein they're free

to conduct a warrant check.
How many pop so far?

Oh, at least ten.

Okay, fine.
That's beside the point.

It wasn't the objective.
We wanted to get Perez.

We did. Danny was
flushing out Perez.

He knows that without
their soldiers out on the street

that Victor Perez is eventually
gonna stick his neck out.

Oh, really?

Are you kidding me?

You got to be playing me.

You're locking up my boys
for being out after dusk?

In a city park.

Come on.

What is this,
Sesame Street?

Think I'm joking,
talk to her.

She's an assistant
district attorney.

It's true.

And while your associates
are being processed,

the police are free to check
for any outstanding warrants.

What are we up
to, Detective?

Oh, about a dozen;
though with your crew,

I'd guess the number's gonna
run more like about 25.

Sound about right to you?

A'ight.

What you want?

Mario Hunt.

Where is he?

You lost, son?

Hunt don't run with us.

He wit' the Warrior Kings.

Yeah, I know who he “wit'.”

I also know you mutts keep tabs
on each other, so where is he?

I don't know.

Okay.

Suit yourself.

We'll try it
again tomorrow.

- Tomorrow?
- That's right.

He can do this every day
until he gets what he wants.

Just so you know,

those summonses
that your guys are racking up,

they go for a couple
hundred bucks a pop.

Not to mention having
all your guys locked up

on these outstanding warrants

is probably pretty bad
for business.

I'm just saying.

Hey.

Mm-hmm?

Look, I don't know
where he's at,

but I might know
someone who does.

Who?

Chick I used to roll with.

Name's Regina Tomlin.

She Hunt's girl now.

Maybe she know where he at.

All right, then.

I need a warrant to
go up on the girl.

No, just go to her house
and interview her.

You don't need a warrant for that.
What are you talking about?

She's not gonna snitch
on one of the Warrior Kings.

If I show up at the house
asking questions,

it's only gonna tip them off
that I'm looking for Mario Hunt.

I need a warrant.

On what grounds?

Whose side are you
on here, anyway?

The law's.

On what grounds?

You heard Perez.

He said the girl is
Mario Hunt's girlfriend,

so Mario Hunt's gonna
need to check in at some point.

And when he does,
if we're up on her phone,

we can locate his cell
and nail this son of a bitch.

I am sorry.

If you want to eavesdrop
on her calls,

you're gonna need
more than his say so.

You need probable cause.

Why won't you
work with me here?!

Why don't you just
dirty up her phone?

What?

Get Perez to make
a dirty call.

If she admits to any criminal
activity whatsoever, then...

She implicates herself.

You got probable cause.

And then you get your warrant.

Imagine that.

So nice to see that all this
law school's working out

for at least one Reagan.

Good work.

All right, you know the drill?

I got it.

You got to get Regina to agree
to move a key of heroin.

We do that, we're good to go.

Only once she's done that

can you start rolling
on her line, is that clear?

Copy that.

All right.

Let the games begin.

Hello?

Hey. What's up, Gina?

How are you?

Who is this? Perez?

What-what are you doing
calling me?

I told you I was done with you.

I got a situation.

Yeah, well,
I'm not your girl, remember?

Might be something in it
for you.

Yeah?

Like what?

Uh, we took a shipment
that's too much weight for us.

Looking to get rid of
a key of H.

Thought maybe you could
talk to your people,

take ten percent for yourself.

Look, don't call me no more,
a'ight?

W-Wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait.

H-How about 15?

How about 20?

A'ight. A'ight.

Hit you back.

A'ight, hit you back.

Who's she calling?

What's up, baby girl?

That's Mario.

That's Mario's voice.

Nothing. Just missing my man.

Come on, you got a location?

Listen, um, I know you're
laying low right now, but...

Come on!

...I might have a score for you.

156 Boyalton Avenue.

Arthashastra.

Son of a bitch, we got him.

Step aside.

All right, I want every way in
and out of this place covered.

I'll hit the door
with these guys.

The rest of you go around back.

I'm going up top.

Go, go, go!

Go. Let's go.
Move it, move it, move it.

You son of a bitch.

Let me see your hands.

Hey!

Hold it!
You got nowhere to go, Mario!

Hey!

Help me, dude! I can't hang on!

The hell did you think
you were going?

Come on, dude, just help me!

Come on, man!
I don't want to die!

Come on.

Please!
Come on.

On three.

One, two...

Please, please,
please don't drop me.

I'm trying!

Please, I don't want to die!

Well, Chief Kent didn't want
to die either, did he?

But you still killed
him, didn't you?

I don't want to die!

Tell me you killed Chief Kent
and his wife!

Help me, dude.

Tell me you killed him!

Say it!

Yes.

I did it. I did it.

I killed him. I killed him.

I killed them both. I'm sorry.

Help me get him up.

Come on, help him up!

I'm slipping!

Oh, God.

Oh, God. Oh, God.

Oh, God.

Mario Hunt,

you're under arrest.

Turn around.

Hey.

Hey.

Sounds like a close one.

You sure you're okay?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm okay.

I'm impressed.

Not only did you put your life
on the line to save his,

but you got a confession
out of it.

Why am I expecting a “but”?

He was dangling
15 stories from the roof, Danny.

There's no judge in the country

who's gonna find that
admissible.

You want me to Mirandize the guy

while I'm busy
saving his rotten life?

I'm just the messenger, Danny.

So you heard?

Yeah, I heard.

Dad, on my word,
I didn't threaten the guy.

I didn't coerce him.

I saved that mutt's life.

He spilled his guts
all on his own.

I know that.

Well, thank you.

Though it doesn't matter.

Not to the D.A.
it doesn't matter,

and it won't matter
to a grand jury.

Should matter.

Well...

You have to make it matter.

What's that?

That is all the gang cases

Chief Kent sent to the D.A.
last year.

All this in one year?

And all of them stuck.

See, he didn't just
make good collars.

What'd he do?

He tied them up
in neat little bows.

It's time you learned
how to gift wrap.

What do you want?

Old friend can't come by
to check up on you?

I told you, I don't got
nothing to say to you.

I got nothing
to say to you either.

Somebody else does.

What the hell happened?

Sit down.

I said sit down!

Oh, Curtis.

Look at your face.

What did they do to you?

What did they
do to you?

Please, you have to get him
out of here.

He does not belong here.

He does belong here, ma'am.

Just step back
over there, please.

No, it's... no...
Step over there, ma'am.

Please.

Mom, please, stop.

Look, you got to tell me,

what happened?

Nothing.

I fell.

Warrior Kings did this?

Your old pals.

You sit here
watching their back,

and that's how they watch yours.

Curtis...

...this has gone on long enough.

You cannot protect these people
any longer.

You must tell the police
the truth.

And then what, Mom, huh?!

First they give
you a black eye,

next they'll put you
in a black box!

You think I'm afraid
that they are going to kill me?!

Guess what,
this is already killing me!

Seeing you in here like this?!

Calm down.

No, no, Curtis,
I can't go on like this,

not another minute.

I'm sorry, son,
but if you choose to spend

the rest of your life in here,
then I have nothing to live for!

We good?

You're good.

I'll get the video equipment.

Just one thing.

I thought you had that mother
on 24-hour protection.

We do.

Then how did she get
banged up like that?

Detail must have slipped away
for a minute.

Do not tell me
you willfully allowed that woman

to be beaten
by a known gang member.

Okay.

I didn't.

Danny Reagan.

But I did willfully allow her

to sit down with the makeup team

from the decoy unit.

That's a makeup job?

Mm-hmm.

She lied.

To save his life.

Mario Hunt...

shot Chief Kent.

He told me so himself.

Even had pictures on his phone.

And who shot Hector Florez?

I did.

Why?

Because Mario Hunt

ordered me to.

What do you want?

I want you to say everything you
said dangling from the rooftop.

Only this time,
tell it to the camera.

Detective Reagan's here, sir.

Send him in.

With Sergeant Kent, sir.

Oh. Well...

send 'em both in.

Hey.
Hey.

Hope you don't mind.

I bumped into Thomas
on the way down.

He asked if he
could come along.

Whatever you need, Thomas.

Please.

It's not something I need
so much as, wanted to say.

Shoot.
Figure word

might have gotten back to you
that I had kind of a beef

with how
we went after these guys?

“We” meaning me?

The department.

You weren't alone
in that feeling.

I was the one caught
in the middle of it.

They were my parents.

Yes.

So I wanted you
to know, face-to-face,

I'm real proud
how it turned out.

And what drove that?

Me asking myself,

asking my men,

“What would Don Kent do?”

Yes, sir.

I get that now.

I'll second that.

And you coming up here

to tell me...
means the world to me.

Thomas?

Sir?

A year ago,

your dad came into this office
to pull his pin.

And the reason he stayed--

you're looking at him.

I know that, sir.

You're dad would be alive today

if he hadn't stayed.

What my dad would have said?

It's not

the years
in your life that count.

It's the life in your years.

Abraham Lincoln.

I know my father

was honored
that you thought enough of him

to ask him to stay.

The honor was mine.

I got this.

I supposed
to be honored or something?

I won't take much
of your time.

Take all you want, Commish.
Time I got.

I wanted to be

the first to tell you,
you are under arrest

for ordering the murder
of NYPD Chief Donald Kent,

his wife, Maggie,
the murder of Hector Florez,

and the attempted murder
of Linda Reagan.

You think I don't already know
I been snitched on?

Always good to get official
confirmation, don't you think?

Seeing as you ain't got

no death penalty,
and I'm already doing life--

that's like what,
you know, anticlimax?

Mm. We take what we can get.

Also, thing is,

it's gonna be hard
for Mario Hunt to rat on me

when he ain't got a tongue
in his mouth no more.

Mr. Hunt and Mr. Turner
and his mother are already

in our witness
protection program.

I can get anybody
who needs to get got.

I know that.

Even from prison.

You think you got the long arm
of the law?

But that's nothing compared
to the long arm of the outlaw.

Don Kent was a friend of mine.

And you know,
when you lose a good friend,

sometimes you hang on
to something

that was theirs,

a memento of a kind, you know?

Like a jacket or something.

Yeah, exactly.

And in this case,
it was a box, you know,

with personal things in it.

And in the box was
a piece of paper.

And the paper said that, um,

he'd taken an oath
from some federal marshal,

uh, you know, so he could work
for the DEA.

Just a boilerplate
kind of thing.

Why-why you going on
about this, man?

Why am I going on about it?

Well, here's the deal.

That oath made Don Kent

a federal cop.

And though we don't got
no death penalty...

the Feds do.

Tonight, you will be transferred

to the federal prison
at Terre Haute, Indiana,

where you will await trial

for the murder
of Chief Don Kent,

a federal officer.

But I'll see you again,
Mr. Wallace.

At the execution chamber
there at Terre Haute.

I'll wave to you
through the observation glass.

Until then.

Can you hear us, okay?

Yeah. Is this, uh,

department-issued
equipment here?

Yes, it is.

Might want to put in
for an upgrade.

Linda, can you hear us okay?

Just fine, Frank.

Good.

Hi, Mom! Hi, Dad!

Hey, guys.
Hi, guys.

So, what are you guys
eating for dinner?

Um, hard to say.

Looks like, uh,

critter or varmint.

What?

Yeah, and, uh, some

vegetable matter on the side.

Hey, this is Jamie.

What are you guys
talking about?

Uh, it's hospital food, Jamie.
You ever heard of it?

Oh, no. Who screwed up?

- Shh.
- Hey, don't look at me.

I did the speakerphone.

It was supposed to be here...
I thought you said you called it in.

It's supposed
to be there already.

Well, it's supposed
to be 2:00.

There's someone at the door.

Someone's at the door,
guys. Hold on.

I wonder who that could be.

Dinner for two.
Oh.

What?

Proper dinner for two.

What is this? Oh, my.

Surprise!

What did you guys do?

We had the Palm
send them a decent meal.

Why don't we get the Palm?

Because you didn't get shot.

Easy, boys.

This is amazing.

Thanks, guys.
Thank you.

You're welcome.
You're welcome.

You're welcome.

It's the least we could do
with you there and us here.

How about this wine?

Are we even allowed to drink
this in a hospital room?

Well, yeah,
if you don't broadcast it.

Copy that.

Uh, listen,
our food is getting cold.

Could we say grace?

Yeah. All together?

No.

Please.

Okay, Linda, you got it,
but you start.

Bless us, O Lord...

For these, Thy gifts,

which we are about to receive

from Thy bounty,
through Christ our Lord, Amen.

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