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You're so scared of a pot charge
that you peed your pants?

Come on. You're just gonna walk me
through here like this?

What's wrong, frat boy?

Not feeling so tough
since you sprung a leak?

This is a violation of my civil rights.

The only violation is what you did
in our backseat.

Now we're gonna have to clean it up.

Hey, Reagan, heads up.

Forgot we told him to come in.

Well, at least he looks sober today.

You want to start the paperwork on frat
boy here while I go talk to Mr. Drake?

Nice try.

Thanks. Come on.

Mr. Drake, thanks for coming in.

Of course. I, came as soon
as I got your message.

- What's this about?
- Let's find a room where we can talk.

This has something to do
with Heather, doesn't it? Heh.

- She called you guys, didn't she?
- We'll talk about it inside.

Look, whatever she said I did,
I promise you, I didn't do it.

It's all in her head, I swear.

Ever since we separated, she's...
She's just not herself.

After you.

I don't understand.

I just saw him an hour ago.

I should have gone with him.

Why didn't I go with him?

Mrs. Jackson,
you can't blame yourself.

Blame the gang members having
a shoot-out in the middle of the street.

Do you know who did it?
Do you know who killed my Reginald?

The detectives are working on it
as we speak.

In the middle of the street?
There must have been witnesses.

Surely someone saw who shot my husband.

Unfortunately, at this time, no one has
come forward with any information.

No one will talk to you
because you're the police.

We are having some difficulty finding
witnesses willing to come forward, yes.

Heh.

How much does a funeral cost?

Usually a few thousand dollars or so.

I... I... I don't have that kind of money.

In the event you're unable
to afford a private burial,

one will be provided to you by the city
on Hart Island.

That's potter's field, isn't it?

No... No ceremony.

No tombstone.

Don't worry about the cost,
Mrs. Jackson.

We'll take care of it.

You can't do this to me.

Mr. Drake,
I'm not doing anything to you.

I am simply carrying out the orders
of the courts.

A restraining order?
Do you know what this means?

I only know what it says.

That you are prohibited from coming
within 500 yards

of your soon-to-be ex-wife.

This says I threatened her.

That's not true.
I never said I was going to hurt her.

Well, the judge felt differently
after your wife's lawyers

- played your voicemails for him.
- Come on.

You never said something you didn't
mean after a couple of drinks?

She was keeping my daughter from me.

She wouldn't let me talk to her.

She has no right.

Look, Mr. Drake, I think deep down,

you're a good guy
who's just in a bad way.

Why don't you look at this
as a wake-up call, you know?

A chance to get some help
with the drinking,

and maybe then the judge will reconsider.

Okay. You don't understand.

This is exactly what my wife
wants to have happen.

She's trying to force my daughter
out of my life.

Please, just sit down.

Don't you see
this is all part of her plan?

You know why she's doing this?
Because she knows now

that there's no chance in hell

I get shared custody
with something like this on my record.

- Mr. Drake, just listen to me...
- No, you listen to me.

I am not going to let this happen.

Penelope is my daughter,

and no one is gonna keep her from me.

Okay. Look, just sit down...

Anthony, please,
you do not want to do this.

Put your gun on the table.

- Anthony.
- Now.

- Shots fired?
- No, sir.

Report has Detective Reagan
with the suspect at this time.

- Who's on the scene?
- The precinct CO, ESU,

and the borough commander.
Do you want me to go down there, sir?

Quick math says
it's a full house as it is.

Monitor it from here and report back
as the situation warrants.

Yes, sir.

And say a prayer.

- What do we have, detective?
- Guy's name is Anthony Drake.

My partner and I met him
on a domestic a few weeks ago.

- He's going through a nasty divorce.
- He's here today because?

Word came down from the court

- to serve him with a restraining order.
- Emotionally disturbed?

Drinking problem that went from bad to
worse when his old lady called it quits.

They got a 12-year-old who's the rope
in the middle of their tug-of-war.

What the hell?
The entire SWAT team is showing up?

You brought a gun into a police precinct.

You must've thought
something was gonna happen.

You think I planned this?
I didn't plan it.

It just happened.

Why didn't Detective Baez toss him
before she took him in there?

All due respect, we weren't arresting
the guy, so we didn't need to toss him.

Chief, my snipers are ready when you are.

Lieutenant, maybe we ought to slow
down with the snipers a second here.

Is there a problem, detective?

Drake is the fragile type, you know?
We don't wanna spook him.

All right. Hold your position, but
nobody moves until I give the order.

Okay.
Now, how do we talk to this guy?

We got a phone set up
over here, chief, but...

But what?

That's my partner in there.

- Detective, we don't need a hero.
- And I'm not trying to be one.

But I've been decent with this guy Drake,

and maybe that'll buy me
some goodwill and I can help.

Okay. You're on.

Something's going on.

I debated whether to talk
to somebody downstairs.

I was afraid you might think
I was going around you.

- Duly noted.
- It's my stepson, Sam. Cynthia's boy.

Yeah, the hockey player.
What about him?

He's in jail at the 3-5.

He was arrested for scoring oxycodone

in an observational buy
up in Washington Heights.

- I'm sorry.
- He's a good kid, Frank.

- How bad is it?
- Two years now.

You think that heroin situation
we have out there is a mother?

Ain't seen nothing until you've watched
someone you love try to kick oxy.

- Rehab?
- Twice.

Priors?

None.

Well, then I can't see the DA
making more of it than it is,

a first-time offense.

I can't take that chance.
He's got to go back into rehab,

not into prison.

On top of everything,
that'll crush him for good.

What are you asking, Garrett?

Get the charges dropped
and him released into my custody.

- Yeah.
- Please?

Chief Daniels at the scene.

Hold on a second, Baker.

It's borough command on the scene.

- There's a clock on this, Frank.
- I won't be long.

- Thank you, Frank.
- I haven't done anything yet.

This is embarrassing
and you've made it less so.

I'll get back to you.

Yeah. Put him through, Baker.

Yes, chief.

Yeah, I understand.

It's not too late, Anthony.

You can end this right now.

Put the gun down,
and it'll be like this never happened.

- Don't lie to me.
- I'm not lying.

Yes, you are.

She's not lying to you.

She's trying to help you.

- Who is that?
- Detective Reagan. Okay?

Anthony, look, I just wanna help you too.

Who are you kidding?

No one can help me now.

The only way out of here for me
is in a coffin or a jail cell.

No. No. Slow down.

Nobody's dying here today.
Not on my watch.

I'm not gonna lie to you, Anthony.
You're looking at some jail time, okay?

But trust me, there's a big difference
between one year and a life sentence.

I already got a life sentence.

They're never gonna let me
see my daughter again.

Is that what this is about?

You wanna see Penelope?

She's my daughter too.

Of course she is.

- She loves you.
- I just wanna talk to her.

I wanna tell her what's going on.

What her mother is doing to me.

- Why I did what I had to do.
- Okay.

Okay, then so how about I work

on getting Penelope down here for you,

and in exchange, you do something for me.

What?

You will not hurt my partner.

She's fine.

She'll be just fine.

- Doesn't this get old, even for you?
- I don't need another lecture.

- I don't feel like giving you one.
- Good.

But maybe if you'd listened to me
the first 500...

- I'm sorry.
- So, what do you need?

- I need help.
- Besides the obvious, the oxycodone.

- I said I need help and I'm sorry.
- It's not enough.

It has to be. That's all I've got.

You're gonna cry?
You want me to get your mom?

- No.
- Man up.

Screw you.

- This is the last time, I swear.
- The hell it is.

The earliest they can arraign you
is this afternoon. I'll see what I can do.

Thank you.

- Heh. You really wanna thank me?
- I know.

- Don't put me in this position...
- Position again.

Heather Drake on one for you.

Mrs. Drake,
this is Detective Reagan.

They explain to you what's going on
with your husband?

Ex-husband. And, yes, they did.

Can't say that I'm surprised.

I've been saying for months
that he's not stable.

Okay, well, look, we think
we may have a solution to the problem,

but we're gonna need your cooperation.

Look, Lord knows
I have my problems with Anthony,

but by no means do I wish him
any harm. I'll do what I can.

Great. We have a squad car
coming to your house right now.

We're hoping that you'd get inside,
come on down here with Penelope.

Heh. What? Absolutely not.

Mrs. Drake,
all Anthony wants is a chance

to explain himself and to see her.

Is that all Anthony wants?

To send his daughter into a combat zone?

I give you my word
nothing is gonna happen to her.

I'll be by her side the whole time,
all of us behind bulletproof shields.

Good.
That makes me feel much better.

I know this is the last thing
you wanna deal with,

but just a few minutes with your daughter

could end all of this peacefully.

I'm sorry,
but this is really not my responsibility.

No, it's not your responsibility,

but you have an opportunity here
to save a cop's life.

You said a car is on its way?

Five, ten minutes, tops.

- Okay.
- Thank you.

It's bad enough her husband
of 50 years was just murdered.

Without a witness, we're probably not
gonna be able to collar up on this guy.

The least we can do
is help him have a proper burial.

I got no problem with that,
I don't have that kind of money.

Unless you won the lottery
earlier this morning

and forgot to tell me, neither do you.

Well, you know, listen,
maybe I don't have 3 grand,

but I got a couple of bucks.

Great.

Now where do we get the other $2,995?

We'll ask around the neighborhood.

We'll have it by end of tour easy.

Easy?

We got anything?

Officers are at the scene
at the Drake residence now.

All right, let's get them here.
Come on.

- Damn it.
- What?

- Heather's gone.
- What do you mean, she's gone?

The neighbors are telling our uniforms
she took off with Penelope.

Excuse me, sir.

My men are in position, chief.

What are you talking about?
In position for what?

- What is she talking about?
- Plan B.

What, snipers?

You realize that is bulletproof glass,
right?

A coordinated blast
from three high-powered rifles

takes out that glass.

Then another shot takes out the target.

Yeah, and what if my partner
is too close to the target?

She will be fine.

Because you've taken the shot before?

- Many times.
- Really?

In training or in the field?

Thought so.
How you holding up in there, Anthony?

- What are you doing?
- I got good news for you, Anthony.

Penelope's on her way down.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Yep. City traffic, it might take a while,
but she's coming.

So you just hang in there, okay?

- What the hell did you do that for?
- I'm trying to buy us time here, chief.

I talked to her, what, five minutes ago?

Five minutes.
How far could she possibly get

with her daughter in five minutes?

Let's ping her phone,
track her down, get her here,

and we can end this peacefully.

You heard him. Ping that phone.

I don't mind what you did,
but I mind how you did it.

This is Heather. You know what to do.

This is Detective Reagan.
You know what to do too.

Pick up your phone
and call me back immediately.

We've tracked down Heather's phone.

- Good?
- Bad.

It's in her house. She left it behind.

Smart lady.

Look, we're gonna need a safety net.

I need to put those sharpshooters
in place.

Chief, chief,
Penelope's got a cell phone too.

- Why don't we track that?
- If the mother left the phone behind,

don't you figure she would've done
the same with the kid's phone?

Not if she didn't know
Penelope had a phone.

When we met Drake, he kept going on
about how he had to sneak Penelope

a phone behind her mother's back.
The only way he could talk to her.

- You got the number?
- No.

It'll take hours we don't have
to contact every phone carrier

to find out that number.

What if it's right under our noses?

That's Drake's cell phone.

He's got to have his own daughter's
number stored inside, doesn't he?

So you're planning on
just waltzing in there?

Or do you have an invisibility cloak
I don't know about?

I got something better than that.

I got bait.

All right, excuse me.

Can I have everyone's attention, please?

Hi. I'm Officer Janko,
and this is my partner, Officer Reagan.

As many of you know,
a beloved member of the community,

Reginald Jackson, was gunned down

just a few blocks from here
earlier this morning.

Yo, nobody in here knows nothing
about that, all right?

Listen, it's okay. We're not here to...

We're not here to ask anyone
what they know,

or even if they saw anything.

Right. It's our understanding
that Mr. And Mrs. Jackson

eat breakfast, lunch, dinner
in this place

together here at this table.

So we're here asking
if you can help us raise some money

for Alice Jackson, Reginald's wife,
to give her husband a proper burial.

Come on, I...
I know you all know this family.

So any little bit can help.

Thank you.
I'm sorry for interrupting your meals.

Eddie.

Hey, excuse me.
Hold up a second.

Take your hands out of your pockets.

Look, alls I got to say
is I ain't got nothing to say

- about what it is you want.
- Yeah? What do I want?

You wanna know how that old man
got got. I don't know nothing.

Yeah? Is that why you were trying
to disappear behind that menu?

Why you snuck out here the second
I turned my back? You know nothing?

Straight up.

Look, Mr. Jackson was killed
earlier this morning

by a member of that gang, okay?

Tomorrow it could be your grandfather,
your brother or maybe even you.

Wouldn't you want someone
to speak up then?

It don't matter what I want. That's not
how things are done, that's that.

- Well, it doesn't have to be that way.
- Yeah, it do.

- Why?
- Because anyone tell Five-0

about the dirt this crew do,

guess what.

You the next one to get got.

Until someone takes a stand.
Till someone says enough is enough.

The day good people can take this
neighborhood back from the gangs.

Yeah?
You know a lot about gangs?

A lot of bad-ass crews rolling through
your 'hood when you was coming up?

I didn't think so.

Now, unless you cuffing me, I'm out.

Hey, everything okay here, partner?

Yeah, I hope you did better than me.

Pfft. No.

- What are you looking at?
- Nothing.

I wasn't looking at anything.

I'm warning you, if you try anything...

You think I don't know that?

You have a gun pointed at my face.
Of course I'm not gonna try anything.

I'm sorry.

My nerves are just getting
the best of me.

Well, how about something to drink?
Some water?

Yeah, sure.

Maybe something a little stronger?

You mean like?

I got a bottle of Scotch in my drawer.
It's ours for the asking.

You think they'd do that?
You think they'd let us?

You're holding the gun, Anthony.

You're the boss.
They'll do whatever you say.

DCPI Moore called in a favor
from the chief of Narcotics

on a buy Sam made
in the Village last fall,

and on a straight possession collar
by patrol last summer.

Arrests and convictions outside the city?

In White Plains, where he lives.

Two arrests,
both got squashed before arraignment.

Because of calls from this department?

- I don't know that for a fact.
- But what do you think?

That's not for me to say, sir.

Sorry to bother, but...

Step in.

- I can come back.
- Step in, please.

Thank you, Baker.

- You spun me.
- No.

Yeah, you did.
I asked you if Sam had priors.

- And he doesn't.
- Because you interfered,

because you used the influence
of your office.

And that crap about not wanting to look
like you were going around me?

- Frank, listen...
- I did listen.

What do you expect me to do?
I raised that boy.

What kind of father
wouldn't do all he can for his kid?

- What kid?
- Sam. I raised him from 5.

He's not a kid anymore. We're not
talking about a kid. He's what?

- Age doesn't matter.
- It does matter. At some...

Stop! Please.

Just stop.

Consider the request withdrawn.

- Just like that.
- Just like that? No.

You raised Joe, Danny, Erin and Jamie.

You didn't raise a Sam.

You have every right
to refuse my request to help him.

You're not helping him, Garrett.

But you have no right to judge me
for what I do or try to do

regarding my boy.

Your pockets.

Lift up your vest.

Show me your ankles.

Okay. Come around.

Come in. Slowly.

They're gone. It's just me.

One false move, and I'm gonna end this.

Just bringing the booze
like you asked, okay?

Okay. Put it down.

Just mind the window, all right?
Be careful.

Can I say something?

"Put the gun down
and come out peacefully."

Not gonna happen.

Not till I look Penelope in the eye
and tell her my side of the story.

I'm with you on that, okay?
Trust me.

Just do me a favor. Look at all
those cops out there, would you?

Look at them all.
They're nervous. They're getting tired.

I would hate to see something happen
to anyone,

you or them, just because we're all
a little skittish right now, you know?

- Thanks for the bottle.
- You got it.

Penelope. Let's get a trace on it.

Pray he doesn't notice.

You first,
in case they slipped something in it.

That was, nice, Reagan.

Thanks, chief.

More. Come on.

Erin, listen, I got RMP
on the way to pick you up.

- What?
- Just get in the car.

I'll explain on the way.

On my way where?

Again. More.

Do you think I'm stupid?

You think I'm gonna let you get me drunk?

Here? Now?

If Penelope's not here in an hour,
she dies.

Would you and your daughter mind
stepping out of the car?

- She's in there, but you better hurry.
- Okay. Thanks.

Heather, I'm Erin Reagan.

I'm with the DA's office.

You got no right keeping me here
like this. No right at all.

You're absolutely correct,
and I apologize.

I have done nothing wrong,
I haven't broken any laws.

I should be free to go wherever
and whenever I please.

That's true, and you are.

- So I can leave?
- Absolutely.

I just wish you would listen
to what I have to say.

I know what you have to say.

I'm a mother too,

of an only child, a daughter,
just like you,

so I know a little bit
of what you must be feeling.

Then you should know better
than to ask what you're asking.

You have a point.

And if the tables were turned,

I'd say exactly what you're thinking,
which is:

"Get lost. Take a hike."

I'm sorry.

I really am.

I do not want
that police officer to die, but...

But I cannot put my daughter
in that situation.

I'm sorry, I just can't.

It's not just Detective Baez's life
at stake here.

Typically, these things do not end well.

There's a very good chance
your husband is gonna die today.

Miss Reagan, I am not a heartless person,

but Anthony is not well.

I have tried to save him more times
than I care to count,

and I just can't do it anymore.

Okay.

But Penelope can.

Will she ever forgive you
if you deny her the chance

to save her father's life?

How dare you?

How dare you put that on me?

En route from where?

What's the ETA?

Calling you right back.

- Boss.
- Go.

Still no shots fired.

It's about the guy's daughter,
a custody case.

Trying to bring the mother
and daughter to the scene.

- How far out?
- Up by the GW.

- Order an escort.
- It's already been done.

You talk to Garrett?

Yeah, all the time.

About his stepson.

- Yes, sir.
- He came to you first.

Not for the favor.
Just for the support in asking you for it.

It's not the first time he's used pull,
nor even the fourth.

Yeah, I know, commissioner.

Would you have pulled the collar
if you were me?

Not a fair question, all due respect.

- Why not?
- Well, clearly, I'm not you,

and I don't have that relationship
with Garrett that you have.

Come on, Sid, give me a straight answer.

Absolutely I'd help out.

But I'm a sucker for people
trying to help their kids out.

And anybody who knows you
knows you're not.

No, that came out wrong.

I mean, boss, you're built differently.

And anybody who knows
any of your kids, how they turned out,

they'd wish they could have talked to you

when they were raising their own.

Hour's almost up.

It's time to tell him
Penelope's not coming.

But I want you to know,
if he doesn't take it well,

I've given ESU the green light
to take their shot.

It's the right call.

Wait a minute.

Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.

It's been four months
since my last confession, and...

- What are you doing?
- I'm saying confession.

Here? Now?

Whatever happens,
I wanna have a clear conscience.

- You're Catholic? Just like me.
- Yeah.

She's running a game.

She's conning him. It's all an act.

When was the last time
you went to confession?

Too long.

Come.

Sit with me.

We can... We can do it together.

No. No, I...

I... I don't...

It's okay. Just... It's okay.

Please.

Please.

- We got to go.
- What?

She's making her move right now.
Come on, we got to help.

We could just pray, okay?
Here, take my hand.

- Our Father who art in heaven.
- Who art in heaven.

Hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done,

on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread

and forgive us our trespasses

as we forgive those

who trespass against us.

And lead us not into temptation,

but deliver us from evil.

No.

Go!

Get out.

Don't move!

Hold your fire. Hold your fire.

- Don't shoot. Don't shoot.
- Hold fire. Hold fire.

Nice and easy,
give me your gun. Now.

I can't give you my gun.

- Do you wanna die today?
- I'm not giving you my gun.

If you don't give me your gun,
you're gonna make me use mine.

- Back off!
- Back up! Back up!

- Give me your gun.
- Tell you what I'll do.

I'll put this right on the floor.

I'll lay on top of it, arms and hands
where you can see them

so I can't grab it or do nothing.
You do what you want after that.

But I'm not giving you my gun.

- You think I'm stupid?
- No.

You think I don't have the balls
to shoot you?

- I didn't say that.
- You're giving me no choice.

If you don't give me your gun,
I am going to shoot you.

I'm not giving you my gun,
so you have to do what you got to do.

- As you wish.
- Got your daughter here.

- Daddy?
- Penelope?

- Stay down.
- Get in there.

- Come on. Come on.
- Suspect down.

Restrain him.

Commissioner.

- Got a minute?
- Sorry. No, I do not.

- What's this?
- The who, what, why, when, where

on the outcome at the 5-4.

I scheduled a briefing
for half an hour from now

and I've asked Tomlinson
to do the hand-off for me.

- Because you're where?
- Sam's arraignment.

Meeting his lawyer, posting bail.

- Anything you need?
- Nope.

- I could at least...
- Nothing. Thank you.

I'm gonna walk him through the processing

as far as I can go and that's all.

I'm sorry for your troubles, Garrett.

I really am.

Thank you for that.

And I'm not
on any moral high ground here.

I'm just trying to say that I understand.

More than you know.

Don't get me wrong, you own
a lot of that high moral ground.

Well bought and fully paid for.

Cut it out.

As you own what's right for you
and yours.

But nobody's idea of what is right
is everybody's idea of what is right.

I know that.

I have a blind spot
where Sam is concerned.

And a whole lot of could've,
would've, should've's.

And I'm left with a deeply flawed way
of showing him love,

but it's what I know.

I could try to make it tougher,
more pragmatic,

but I'm pretty sure by now
it just is what it is.

See you Monday.

Good luck to both of you.

She really saved his life, didn't she?

She saved mine too.

- Thank you.
- It wasn't me.

How long does it take until the hurt
and anger start to go away?

Longer than it should.

But what you did here today,
it's a really big step.

Why did you do it, Daddy?

I wasn't thinking, sweetie.

I was scared.

I was scared I would never see you again.

Daddy's not well.

I need help.

I wanna be better for you.

Time to say goodbye.

I love you.

Will I ever see you again?

Of course you will.

He's your father.

Okay, thank you.

You're welcome.

Thanks for taking my spot in there.

How you doing?

Just another day at the office, partner.

You were tough as nails in there,
very brave.

You saved my life.

I know I did, and you owe me.

Whatever I say,
whenever I say it from now on.

- What?
- Yeah.

In your dreams, Reagan.

Mrs. Jackson,
can we have a moment?

Mrs. Jackson,
we, wanted to give you this.

What?

My.

This is a lot of money.

Two thousand, five hundred
and fifty-two dollars.

Officer Janko was able to get every cop

in the precinct to do his part.

Well, we're still a little short,
but a new tour comes on shortly

and I'll be waiting for them.

Heh. I can't believe you really did this
for me.

Everything okay over there, Alice?

Everything is fine.

I'm just...

I'm overwhelmed with gratitude.

Thank you.

What's going on?

Now she has enough money to afford
a proper burial for her husband.

Because of these two thoughtful souls.

Is that true?

- The cops raised the money?
- Yes, they did.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Thank you.

Look at that.

Bless you.

Thank you.

- Good people.
- Good people.

Thank you. Thank you.

Give me a call.
I'll give you what you want.

Thank you.

Okay, so whose turn is it to say grace?

- Not me.
- I said it last week.

- I think it's Nicky's turn.
- Is not.

- Come on, Nicky.
- Come on.

- I'll say grace.
- No, please no.

Some of us are starving.

What's that supposed to mean?

It means your grace can take longer
than an Allman Brothers song.

- I don't do that.
- Yeah, you do.

All right, hold on a second.

Is there anyone at this table
who is not grateful today?

If only for the fact

that we are all together again
this Sunday,

safe and sound?

I know I am.

Okay, let's all say grace together then.

What a great idea. Let's join hands.

Absolutely not.

Every man for himself.

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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