All language subtitles for Blue Bloods - S3E16 - Quid Pro Quo.en

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(grunt, whooping)

"D," "D," "D," "D!"

"D" up, "D" up, "D" up!

Two-point game, kid-- you better
make something happen quick.

Can we just play
the game, Danny?

Well, it looks
like we can play.

I don't know if you can.
Too bad your jump shot

isn't half as good
as your trash talking.
Oh, my jump shot?

Yeah.
My jump shot's
about to make me 50 bucks,

and it's gonna come
from your pocket.

I'm not worried.
Yeah?

You haven't made it from 20
since you were 20.

Oh, really?
Well, maybe I'm due.

DANNY:
What do you say?

Right here.

(grunting, whooping)

(grunts)

Come on!
Hold it.

Lighten up, man!

What the hell was that?

What the hell was what?
That's like

the fifth time
you body-slammed me today.

Quit crying, old man.
DANNY:
Hey, it was a hard foul.

Take it easy.
You're high.

That was all ball.
Hey, Jamie,

talk to your teammate.

He's been hacking my guys
all day.

It was a foul.
Oh, come on.

Only looked like a foul
'cause this

fat slob couldn't
stay on his feet.

What'd you just call me?

I'm pretty sure
I called you a fat slob.

Why, you prefer
lard-ass?

Say it one more time.
Call me fat one more time.

Why? What are you gonna do?

Eat me?
That's it!

(grunts)

(groans)

Hey!
Whoa! What's the
matter with you?

Whoa.

(groans)

JAMIE:
What's that? Hey!

What are you doing?

(panting)

All right, all right.

Is he all right?

Commissioner, in the four years
since you've held this office,

violent crime in
the city is down

over 20% across
the board.

Are these numbers we
should be happy with?

Relative to when
I started, sure.

Well, how low can you go?

In a perfect world?

Zero.

But we don't live
in a perfect world.

Well, what's your target?

It's a moving target.

I'd be a fool to set a number.

We just take it
one day, one block,

one successful intervention
at a time.

Even if that means violating
civil liberties along the way?

Like with stop and frisk?

Stop, question and frisk.

Our critics always leave out
that important second word.

The fact is, most stops
don't end in searches,

but when they do,
they're fruitful.

Last year, we took back
more than 800 illegal guns.

And stepped on quite a few toes.

I can live
with some hurt feelings

if we've prevented
more serious harm.

That's not what the guy
in this job

loses sleep over,
or he wouldn't be in it.

What do you lose sleep over?

What I can't see coming.

And hoping that I make
the right moves when it does.

Well, that's a heavy load

to bring to bed
with you every night.

I have a firm mattress.

Let me voice
another point of view.

Quote: "Frank Reagan
is a beat cop

"sitting in a CEO's chair.

"He brings the mentality
of a bullheaded union boss

"to a position that requires
high levels of managerial

"and diplomatic skills.

"His range of vision

"is limited to the interests
of his rank and file,

"to the detriment of his
department's stature

in the community
it's supposed to serve."

Unquote.

Quote-unquote who?

Someone who was
passed over for the job?

No, a high-ranking member
of your own staff.

(sighs)

Is there

a question in there?

(groaning)

(sighs)

All right, here we go.

I'm sorry, Danny.

I don't know why I did that.
You did it

because he was being an ass,
just like anybody else would've.

How is he?
He's got a broken nose
and a concussion.

He's on the way

to the hospital.
Is he gonna be okay?

Hey, we need to talk.

Hang back, all right?

I don't know what's going
on with my buddy Ken,

but we got a problem.

What? What kind of problem?

He wants to press charges.

Whoa, what do you mean?

What are you talking about,
press charges?

He started
the whole thing, kid.

He's a lawyer.
He knows the drill.

Technically, Bobby
assaulted him.

He wants him arrested.

Well, you know what,
I suggest you climb on the bus

with him and talk
some sense into him.

I already tried.
He's insisting.

You know, kid, none of your
lawyer friends next time, okay?

Cops and firemen only.

Everything okay?

No, Bobby,
everything's not okay.

What is it?

You're under arrest.

What?

You heard me.

I love teacher
conference days.

It's like a snow day
without the shoveling.

What time is Dad
coming to get me?

He said 10:00, so I'd plan
on being ready at noon.

Mom, he's busy. That's why
he's always running late.

Take a look at this.

What, your schedule?

Yeah.
Riveting.

The point being,
I'm busy, too, Nicky.

MAN:
Excuse me.

I hope I'm not interrupting.

Uh...

Your assistant said
I should wait here.

Rebekah?

I think she went
to the ladies' room.

Okay.

Um... and you are?

Nathan Anderson.

He's your 9:00.

You must not remember.

I won an auction item
that you offered

over at
the Winter Garden

Charity fund-raiser.

It's a front-row seat

to the criminal justice system.

Right, yes,
of course.

Well, you must
really want to see

how the criminal justice
system works.

Not really, no.

I don't understand.

The truth is, all I want
is a minute of your time.

What's really
going on, Mr. Anderson?

I know who killed my daughter,

and I want you
to put him in jail.

WOMAN: We just had
a really big fight, Daddy.

He left, but...

I feel shaken up.

Daddy, call me.

That was left on
my home machine.

The person she's
talking about

is her boyfriend,
Richard.

He could be very jealous

and was known
to lose his temper.

Have you played this
for the police?

Many times.

Many times?

Off and on since 1998,

the year that
she was murdered.

Wait a minute.

We're talking about a murder
that happened 15 years ago?

And still no arrest?

Excuse me.

Nicky, can
you give us

a minute, please?

Mom, please?

I won't say another word.

I certainly hope not.

Mr. Anderson, the NYPD
has a cold case squad.

I've been there...

and everywhere else
multiple times.

Okay, and what have they said?

Mostly, what
they want to do

is suppress the urge to laugh
and look at me

like I'm crazy.

Why would they laugh?

My daughter's boyfriend
was Richard Rourke.

I see.

Richard and his father, Preston,

are not shy about using
their power and influence

to discourage
further investigation.

Mr. Anderson...

I am deeply sorry for your loss.

I know firsthand how

difficult it is to lose
a close family member.

I also know how

desperate the need
for closure is,

but just because we want
to believe that someone

is responsible,

it doesn't mean that they are.

Ms. Reagan, you're
the assistant district attorney.

And a member of the first family
of law enforcement

in this city.

Now, when I
saw your name

alongside that item,
I knew

it was a sign.

I didn't hesitate
to give up that donation.

I'm not doing this for closure.

I'm doing this for justice.

And with all due respect,

will you help me, please?

Okay, give me
your right hand.

No way, man.

This isn't happening.

Bobby, look, I get it,
you're freaking out,

but it is what it is.

Freaking out?

Danny, one minute we're playing

a stupid game of basketball,
the next, I'm in cuffs.

This is nuts.

Well, not for nothing,
but you did crack the guy,

and technically,
that's assault.

I cracked him
'cause he was insulting me.

'Cause-cause he was
tossing me around

like a rag doll
the whole game.

Come on, Danny, you would've
done the same thing.

Yeah, I probably would've.

So, then, what the hell
are we talking about here?

I have no choice, Bobby.

The guy is pressing charges,

the law says
I got to collar you,

and that's what I'm gonna do.

The law is supposed
to protect people, Danny,

not hurt them.
I know.

If it was up to me, I'd
cut you loose right now.

But I can't.

I'm gonna do
the next best thing, okay?

I called my sister down.
We'll see what she can do.

You think she'll be
able to squash this?

I don't know. It's up to her.

But I'm gonna talk to her
on your behalf.

I'll get the other
guys to do the same.

We'll tell her you
didn't start this thing.

And that-that'll be enough?
You got nothing

on your record, right?
Right.

Okay, well, the D.A.'s office
should look favorably upon that.

My guess is you'll be home

in time for dinner
with the family.

What about my job?

I mean, I'm supposed
to be at work right now.

If they find out I missed a day
'cause I got arrested,

I could be out of a job.

Hey, hey, I'll call your boss.

I'll tell him you're a witness
on a case or something.

I'll call Gina and tell her
what's going on.
Yeah?

My sister's here.
Let me go talk to her.

We'll get this straightened
out, all right?

Take care of him, please.

How's your buddy
holding up?

Not so good.

Well, I guess he should
have thought about that

before he cracked
somebody's head open.

Come on, that's not even
how it went down, okay?

Jamie's buddy started
the whole thing,

and Jamie will
tell you same.
Mm-hmm.

Does he have any priors?

No.

Come on, look,
this is a good guy, okay?

We've played
basketball together

once a week for years.

He's a family man.
He's a local electrician.

He's not a criminal.

You arrested him.

I arrested him
because Jamie's friend

was going off the deep end
about pressing charges.

How's the complainant?

You know, he's apparently got
a concussion and a broken nose.

Can't say he didn't deserve it.

Okay, assuming what
you tell me checks out,

I think we can avoid
the grand jury,

charge him with
a misdemeanor,

and he could be out
by the afternoon.

Okay. Thank you.

Well, there's no
need to thank me.

I'm not doing
you any favors.

It's strictly by the book.

Well, thank you anyway.

You're welcome.

Now, can we talk
about my thing?

What? Richard Rourke? Seriously?

I mean, I don't have enough
active cases as it is?

You want me
to resurrect a dead one?

I know it's a big ask,
but after all these years,

he is still in so much pain
from losing his only daughter.

I just want to help.

You really think
Richard Rourke is a murderer?

I mean, look,

the guy may be a party
boy and a skirt chaser,

but he's also a
pillar of society.

I mean, he's not exactly
public enemy number one.

I know. I just want to be able
to look Mr. Anderson in the eye

and say we did
everything we could.

Oh, my goodness.

Come on, Danny.
Yeah, all right.

I'll take a look at his
case file and see what's there.

And that is the best I can do.

That's good enough for me.

All right.

(door opening)

Deputy Commissioner Moore
to see you, sir.

Those remarks were pulled
from an opposition memo

I wrote during the
mayoral election

when I was working
for the opposition.

We were in the weeds,
looking for ways

to frame your guy as defective.

I knew it was a cheap shot
soon as I wrote it up.

What I didn't
know is that it

would ever see
the light of day.

But it did, and I'm
very sorry about that.

And I'll also
admit that it was

very hard work for
me to turn the facts

as I had them into
that portrait of you.

Good, hard work?

Dirty work, yes.
There it is.

Do you also think
I have a thin skin, Garrett?

What do you mean, "also?"

Beside having
the mentality of--

what was it--
a bullheaded union boss?

Frank, I just said I twisted
the facts to serve a purpose.

Which is one definition
of what you do for a living.

Okay, sure.

And you're good at it.

Thank you?

So you don't think
I have a thin skin?

No, I don't.
What do you want from me here?

To move on.

Just... move on?

I have. You should.

You messing with me?

Nope.

Just one thing.

Beresford's ambush interview
isn't slated

to air until this weekend.

It's a date. You bring the beer,
I'll make the popcorn.

His news director
is a friend of mine.

A friend who owes me
more than one favor.

We are not
killing this interview.

Why not? It's not like
this is legitimate news here.

Because I don't want to be the
kid who's taking his ball home

because he doesn't think
the game is going well.

Frank, my job...
Garrett...

You're gonna cut off your nose
to spite your face?

I am standing behind my word.

I'll be in my office
if you come to your senses.

(sighs)

DANNY:
What the hell do you mean,
there's no case file?

There's got to be.

I had them check three times.

I'm telling you,
it's not there.

Well, where the hell is it?

Apparently, there
was a small fire

in the records
room a while back.

Some cases got lost.
This was one of them.

Well, that explains why
Cold Case never picked it up.

Who was the case detective?

Your old buddy,
Gerry O'Grady.
Gerry O' Grady.

Well, you, uh,
okay with me

taking a day trip
to the Rockaways?

Do I have to drive
with you?
No.

Knock yourself out.

*

(sighs)

Well, if this is what
retirement looks like,

I think I'm gonna
stay working.

Well, if it isn't Danny Reagan.

Brought you some joe.

Thanks, Danny.

I'm real sorry for what
happened to you guys up here.

What are you gonna do?

Hurricane Sandy was some
piece of work.
Yeah, it was.

But we're back on our feet.

That's what counts, right?

Damn straight.
(chuckling)

Got your message.

You're looking into
the Jenny Anderson case.
Right.

I read some newspaper articles,

said you liked a local
burglary crew for the murder.

Yeah, that's right.

Looked like she just came home
in the middle of a burglary.

Mm-hmm.
There was a struggle,
they slammed her

against the wall pretty hard.
That was it.

She was DOA at the scene.
Right.

But you also looked
at Richard Rourke.

Uh, what can you
tell me about him?

He's rich.

The truth is,

for a master-of-the-universe
type, he wasn't so bad.

Really?
I remember he was

really a wreck
over that girl dying.

But you didn't like him for it?

Pretty young girl
shows up dead in her apartment.

Nine times out of ten,
it's the boyfriend, right?

Right.
But...

his alibi was solid.

Mm-hmm.
He was, um,
at the movies with a buddy.

This buddy-- do you
remember his name?

Uh, sorry, Danny. I...

But they were tight.

Rourke even put him
to work at the company,

working out of the mail room.

Really? And you confirmed
this movie alibi, right?

That's why you cleared him?

It wasn't the only reason.

Rourke volunteered
to take a lie detector test

and passed with flying colors.

Look, Danny,

back then, we were working
15 homicides a week.

Tell me about it.

Is it possible something slipped
through the cracks?

Yeah, I guess so.
Hmm.

But I don't think so.

(phone ringing)

Look, I got
to grab this.
Yeah.

You hang in there,
all right?

Good lucky, Danny.
You, too.

Thanks.

Hey, I was just
about to call you.

Hey, you might want
to get down here.

Your buddy's going to jail.

What? Why?

His prints came back.

He's got a prior arrest, Danny.

(sighs)
I'm on my way.

JUDGE:
Bail is set

for $30,000.

Bobby?

Case number 124.

(sighs)
Bobby, why didn't you tell me?

I'm sorry, Danny.

It was so long ago,

I didn't even know
it was still on my record.

$30,000?

The guy's an electrician.

Where the hell is he gonna get
that kind of money?

His prior is for the same
charge-- felony assault.

We have no choice but to
bring him to the grand jury.

They're sending him to Rikers
Island. He's not a criminal.

That's where
real criminals go.

We don't write the laws.

We enforce them.
Oh, come on.

GINA:
This is crazy, Danny.

This prior arrest is a stupid
bar fight from college.

It was 100 years ago.

I know, but on paper,
it makes it look

like Bobby's got
a propensity for violence.

But he doesn't.
You know that.

Anyone who knows
Bobby knows that.

I-I know that,
but unfortunately,

it does complicate things, Gina.

Danny, he left this morning
to play a basketball game,

and now he's
going to jail?

What am I supposed to do?

Wha... What am I supposed
to tell the kids?

We're working on it, okay?
We're doing what we can.

He can't go to
jail, Danny.

He won't make it.
You know he won't.

I know. I know he won't.

Look, just hang
in there, okay?

I'll be in touch.

Danny.
Hey.

I'm sorry. There was nothing
any of us could have done.

I know. Just... things.

Our jobs are supposed to help
people, not screw them over.

Let me handle this.

I want to talk
to Ken again, and see

if I can get him to think
about dropping the charges.

You already talked to Ken
before, kid. It didn't work.

Yeah, well,
I'm gonna try it again.

All right, just be careful.

No one's tampering with
a complainant on my watch, okay?

I'm not talking about
twisting anybody's arm.

He's my friend. We're gonna have
a polite conversation, okay?

Okay. (sighs)

You think
he's gonna come through?

No, but at least
he's trying.

Okay, so can we talk
about my Anderson case?

Well, I think you got
a dead end there, sis.

Well...
Rourke took a
polygraph test,

and he aced it
with flying colors.

(sighs)

Erin, welcome.
Come on in.

Thank you, Nathan.

This is my brother,
Detective Danny Reagan.

Good to meet you.
Sir.

Have a seat, please.

The bearer of bad news?

Uh, I'm afraid so.

Uh, Richard Rourke
has a pretty solid alibi, sir,

and he also aced a polygraph,

which makes him highly
unlikely for this.

ERIN:
We're sorry, Nathan.

We wanted
to tell you in person.

These polygraph tests--

they're not 100%
accurate, are they?

They're not perfect, no.

If someone had access
to one of those machines, um,

it's possible
they could outsmart it?

I don't mean any disrespect
here, sir,

but I'm not sure
what you're getting at.

Do you have reason to suspect

that Richard Rourke
had access to a polygraph?

Rourke's father,
Preston--

he wanted to make sure

his son knew every
aspect of his business.

And the year
that Jenny was murdered,

Richard was working
in Human Resources.

Human Resources
being the department

that would administer the
polygraph to its employees?

So, what if he learned
how to manipulate the outcome?

What if that's the reason
why he volunteered

in the first place to
take the polygraph test?

That's a lot of if's, sir.

Here's another one
for you, Danny.

What if we were talking
about your child?

We'll dig a little
deeper, okay?

Thank you.

You're welcome.

But we need

something from you as well.

Sure. What's that?

Rourke's alibi
is pretty tight.

We need a name.
We don't have one.

And we can't exactly go up
to Rourke and ask him

without him getting suspicious.

Peter Blake.

Peter was Richard's best friend.

Okay.

Thanks.

Frank, I need
a minute.

Baker, is the DCPI
on my schedule?

No, sir. This is a drive-by.

We need to talk about
Beresford's interview.

What we need to talk about

is the chain of command
and who's at the top of it.

You are, sir.

Does my DCPI know that?

I imagine he
does, sir.

You say something?
Not yet.

I specifically told you not
to kill that interview, right?

Right. But it was wrong.

Really?
My phone's ringing.

Wrong by what measure?
Wrong in whose opinion?

By any sensible measure
and in my expert opinion.

You're doing that thing
you do when you try

and teach someone a lesson
by hurting your own cause.

Oh, is that right?
Yes. The crap
he quoted

is on my head; I own that.

You don't need to nail
yourself to the cross

for me to get it--
so I had them

edit it out.
Tried to.

Had them.
Before I had them
put it back in.

Insisted.

For a guy who's carried a gun
most of his life,

you really know how
to shoot yourself in the foot.

Did Beresford lie?
Did he manipulate your quote

in any way that made it worse
than it already was?

No.
And he didn't

trick me into the interview,
and he didn't ambush me, either.

He hunted down a good story,
and he did it fair and square.

He took an old and
out-of-context opposition piece

and used it to start a fire.

In your expert opinion.

Good news is, your action

makes at least part of
my critique utterly ridiculous.

So you say.
Where I wrote that the
range of your vision

is limited to the interests
of your rank and file.

'Cause I don't know whose
interests are being served here,

but it sure ain't
this department's.

I won't waste any
more of your time.

Sarge! Hey!

I found Rourke's alibi.

It's Peter Blake.
You bringing him in?

Well, I'd have
to exhume him first.

He's dead?
Yeah.

Five years after
Jenny Anderson was killed.

Oh. Don't tell me you think
Rourke killed him, too.

No, he did himself in.

He ate his gun while he
was sitting in his car.

But it's connected, Sarge.
How?

Well, the car
was parked in front

of Jenny Anderson's
apartment,

and it was on the
anniversary of her death.

That's weird.
Yeah.

Wasn't a nine-millimeter
that killed him, Sarge.

It was guilt.

Prove it.

You know I will.

Before they met in college,
Blake was a nothing.

I mean, a nobody.

He owed Rourke.
Mm-hmm.

And after they graduate,
his best friend

gives him an
all-access pass to the...

bright lights, big city.

Gives him a job at his
family's real estate empire.

That's right, and now Blake's
got cash in his pocket,

and more importantly,
he's got a future,

and a bright
one, at that.
Mm-hmm.

So, when Rourke asks him
to be his alibi...

he can't say no.
Right.

Except Blake can't live
with the lie anymore--

that he wasn't at the
movies with Rourke.

Yeah. But, then, where was he?

Thank you.
Well, Tuesday
afternoon--

he would've been at work
in the mail room, right?

Yeah, but the
original detectives

would have checked
the time cards.

Time cards.
You know what?

Rourke owned the company.

I mean, if he wanted
to alter the time cards

and make it
look like Blake

wasn't at work,
he could have.

What does a guy do in
a mail room all day?

They sign for
packages, right?

If we can find
Blake's signature

receiving a package at
the time of the murder,

it will prove he wasn't
at the movies with Rourke.

Can you issue a subpoena?

And let him know we're coming?

No. I need to go in
as a wolf in sheep's clothing.

And misrepresent yourself?

It's totally legal.

Yeah, but maybe that's
something I should do instead.

I don't think so.

Why not?

I've got better legs.

Right.

*

I'm sorry,
but I'm not at liberty

to share that information.

Well, if I could just have
a moment with Mr. Rourke...

I wish I could
help you.

Unfortunately,
his schedule is full today.

So maybe...
Uh, actually,

I just freed up
some time today.

Richard Rourke.

Pleased to meet you.

Lisa Roberts.

Harten, Burns and Whitaker.

A lawyer, huh?

(laughs)
Well, don't worry.
I don't bite.

I'm sorry to hear that.
(laughs)

What I meant to say is that
I'm here to help, not hurt.

A benevolent lawyer.

Oh, no. I am going
to hurt someone.

It's just not you.

So, who's the lucky fella?

I'm heading
a class-action suit

against your overnight
delivery service company.

We have reason to believe that
they've been overcharging you

and their other clients
for the last 30 years.

If I'm right-- and I am--

your company could be
looking at quite a windfall.

All I need are
your shipping records.

Huh. Well, um...

all I need is
your phone number.

Well...
(laughs softly)

maybe we could compromise.

Maybe I could get yours.

Working hard,
Richard?

As always, Dad.

You're coming to the
Burnett meeting, right?

Uh, in just a minute, yes.

I'm sorry. Where were we?

The shipping records
in exchange for your number.

Yes, our compromise.
Of course.

My cell phone is
written on the back.

My secretary will give
you everything you need.

I do hope to see you again.

Oh, you can count on it.

*

And here are the mail room logs
from Rourke Unlimited.

It's got Blake's signature
all over it from the same day.

Which blows Rourke's alibi
completely out of the water.

Yep, Rourke was lying, Dad.

And why would he lie
if he wasn't with Jenny?

You haven't got it.

What do you mean,
we haven't got it?

You haven't got it.
DANNY:
Well, we at least got enough

to bring the guy in-- let me
sweat him out; I'll break him.

And before you got one foot
in the interrogation room,

his three dozen lawyers
would swoop down

and have the whole
thing thrown out.

You haven't got it.

Unbelievable.

What?
Unbelievable why?

I'm sorry, Grandpa,
but I guess

I just don't get
the criminal justice system.

Richard Rourke lied
to the police,

and that's not enough

to get him arrested?
But Uncle Danny's friend

is in jail for
some stupid fight

he didn't even start?

How is that justice?

Yeah, I'm with Nicky.

I mean, Rourke
is obviously

hiding something,
and Bobby

was just standing up
for himself.

How is that fair?
And whoever said life was fair?

JACK:
Life should be far,
shouldn't it?

LINDA: Yeah, it should, sweetie.
FRANK:
Life isn't fair, Jack,

but you can be.

JAMIE: What
Grandpa means is,

the criminal
justice system

is complicated--
sometimes things

don't work out
the way they should.

And sometimes
the only thing

standing in the way
of a bad guy going free

or a good guy getting locked up

is a cop who won't
let go of a case,

or a prosecutor

determined to make things right.

All right,
we got to go over everything

from the top, Nathan, okay?

Mm-hmm.

Any old newspaper articles,
photo albums,

all our notes,
anything you can think of

or remember.
ERIN:
Right now,

all we have is that Rourke
was not at the movies.

It's not enough-- we need
him in the room with Jenny.

DANNY:
That's right, we need some type
of proof or evidence

the two of them
were together on the day.

This is everything
I've collected over the years

that has to do with her case.

All right,
let's dig in.

(knocking)

What's up, buddy?
How you doing?

Jamie!

Here, I brought you
some magazines,

a little Joe's pizza.

I'm sure you're sick of
the plastic chicken, right?

Oh, thanks, Jamie,
but you didn't have to do that.

Hey, least I could do.

Besides, I wanted
to come check up on you.

I left you a couple of messages,

but I guess
you've been resting up.

Yeah, uh, about that...

yeah, I'm sorry I didn't
get back to you, but...

Look, I'm not gonna be able
to drop the charges.

Yeah, of course.
Your decision.

So, what, they got you
in a neck brace now, too?

As if the concussion
and the broken nose

weren't bad enough,
now I can't move my neck.

That's why I'm still here.

Yeah, I thought you were
getting out yesterday,

so I went by
your apartment.

Really?
Yeah.

Uh, yeah, we, uh...
we moved out of there.

Didn't I tell you?

No, you didn't.

But it sounds like
you had a busy month.

I called over
to your office.

They said you're no
longer at the firm.

Uh, I left them
to start my own practice.

Wow. That's great.

Guess the guy at your old
place had it wrong, then.

He, uh, acted like you'd
been laid off or something.

Really?

That's... that's weird.

Yeah.

Look, Ken, we've been
friends a long time, right?

If something's wrong,
you could talk to me.

Maybe I can help you.

Nothing's wrong, Jamie.

I checked the city records.

You didn't move out
of your apartment;

you got foreclosed on.

You been snooping around on me?

Why the hell
would you be doing that?

Guy I just left in the bad suit

wouldn't happen to be
an ambulance chaser, would he?

(sighs) Yeah, I think
you should leave, Jamie.

Okay.

But listen to me first.

What happened on the
basketball court the other day

was a stupid situation
that got out of hand.

You were out of line,
and Bobby was out of line.

Don't ruin his
life over this

so that you can make
a couple bucks, okay?

He's got a wife and kids
to take care of.

Feel better, Ken.

(sighs)

I can still see her
playing out there.

Can still hear
her little voice

calling for me to come out.

Nathan...

You've done more than is fair
of me to ask of you.

Please don't ask me to give up.

I wasn't gonna say that.

But it may take some time.

A long time.

This is all that
I have left of her.

A gift I gave her
for her 16th birthday.

We took that

first thing that morning.

She's beautiful.

She was.

When the police gave it back
to me, it had some blood on it.

I wonder if it
was the killer's.

Wishful thinking, huh?

The police took
a DNA sample,

but it was too small to test.

Nathan,

you know, DNA testing

is light-years ahead
of what it was 15 years ago.

Mm-hmm.

I bet you we can retest
that sample.

But you said
the case file's gone.

There isn't any
original evidence.

Yeah, yeah.

The case file's gone,
but that doesn't matter.

The DNA sample
should still exist.

Because the DNA isn't kept
in the case file;

it's stored
at the medical examiner's.

Right.

I'm gonna head
to the M.E.'s office.

Sis, you go see Rourke, okay?

Sorry I'm late.
I had to slip

out of the office when
dear old Dad wasn't looking.

Working late on a Sunday?
Yeah, well,

first Sunday of every month,
we do the books together.

Fun, fun, fun.

But enough of that.

Thank you

for the drink.
You're welcome.

I'm glad you called.
Me, too.

I have a confession
to make.

Mmm. This is
interesting already.

Please, shoot.

My name is not Lisa Roberts.

Oh. Well, who are you, then?

I'm an assistant
district attorney.

Erin Reagan.

Assistant district attorney?

And you didn't tell me this
from the start because...

Because I'm investigating you
for the murder

of Jenny Anderson.

What?

True story.

I didn't kill Jenny.

Okay. Maybe we can go down
to my office and talk about it.

Good-bye, Erin...

Lisa or whatever your name is.

(sighs)

To be honest with you, Danny,
it's kind of fun playing cop.

Oh, yeah, it's a real blast till
people start shooting at you.

Reagan, rush on your DNA
results are in.
Mmm.

What?

It's not him.

It's not Richard Rourke.

Then who?
The lab rats say
it was close

to a 100% match,
but not quite, which means...

Which means it's a relative.

Rourke's father.

DANNY:
Richard Rourke!

Richard Rourke, police!

You sure he's working?
Yeah, he said they
were working late.

(voices arguing in distance)
You got your piece on?

Yeah, I always bring a gun
to family dinner.

I got no backup.
Hold this.

Call 911. Get some backup.

PRESTON:
You're not going
to do any such thing.

Now, you listen to me.

RICHARD: No, you
listen to me, Dad.

PRESTON:
What the...? What do you think
you're doing?!

RICHARD:
I can't do this anymore!

You have to go to them...
Richard.

Drop the gun!

You come any
closer, I shoot.

You're not gonna shoot anyone.
You're gonna drop

that gun now.
I didn't kill Jenny.

I know you didn't.
I know it was him.

Okay? And I know
you want payback,

but not this way.

Yes, this way.
PRESTON:
Richard,

think about what you're doing.
This is ludicrous!

For the first time in 15 years,
I know exactly what I'm doing.

Richard, put the gun down.

Not until he confesses.

I swear to you, he tells
the truth, I drop the gun.

I promise.

Go ahead. Tell them.

Tell them why you
killed Jenny.

Because you thought she wasn't
good enough for me, right?

That's not true.
Because she didn't...

live up to the Rourke name.

Because she was black.

(sighs)
I...

I don't know
what he's talking about.

Clearly...
he's gone insane.

Richard, you're just
gonna make this worse.

Put the gun down
and we can talk.

I left work early that day
to be with her.

When you found out
where I'd gone,

you came to her apartment to try
to make me end things with her.

Do you remember that?

Things got heated,
and we started fighting.

When Jenny tried to break
things up, do you remember?

You hit her.

You knocked her head
against the wall.

And she...

she never got up, Dad.

She never... she never woke up.

Richard, drop the gun.

These are a lot of lies.

He's telling you lies!

Hell they are.

Drop it!
(gun clicks)

(grunts)

Don't move!

(Richard grunts, coughs)

(Richard grunting)

(typing)

(door opens)

FYI, the blinds work fine,
but the soundproofing sucks.

Am I raising my voice?

Not yet.

(sighs)

Where does someone sit?

Please.
Thank you.

(sighs)
Did you read
what I sent over?

Yes, I did.
And?

It's pretty accurate, I guess.

The part about me not being
a leader of men kind of stung.

Who wrote it?

I did.

I record my private notes
when I'm going through

the interview process
for senior positions.

"Not a leader of men"
sounds like bad Hemingway.

Well, I'm not
the writer you are.

And I'm not the leader
of men you are.

Says so...

right here.

(sighs)

A lot of what you wrote
about me...

was hard to hear...

but... accurate.

Some of what I
wrote about you

is hard to hear...

but accurate.

I was captain
of my college rowing team.

Did you know that?

16 men under my command.

The point is we're a good team.

And a better one when we keep
the other guy honest.

(sighs)
Even when it stings.

Well, I don't know about you,

but I've had enough honesty
for one week.

(sighs)

Does the captain
of the rowing team

get to sit up front
and beat a drum?

And dispenses
rum rations.

Impressive.

We've got the mayor and
the parks commissioner at 4:00.

(sighs)

See you upstairs.

(door opens)

(door shuts)

I don't know what
to say, Danny.

Don't have to say
anything to me.

Thank Jamie.

Jamie, thank you.

Hey. I'm just sorry you had
to go through all this.

Thank you, Jamie.

I'll see you around, Gina.

Thank you, Danny.
Thanks.

BOBBY:
Come on.
Let's go home.

Good job,
baby brother.

Thanks, Danny.

ERIN:
I want to show you something.

What are we doing
back here?

The auction item you won
promised you a front-row seat

to the criminal
justice system, right?

Mm-hmm.

So watch this.

MAN:
Why did you kill her?

(reporters clamoring)

No comment. No comment.

PRESTON:
No comment.

You ready to go put
some bad guys away?

I have waited 15 years
for this day.

I'm more than ready.

And, Erin... thank you.

Thank you, Nathan.

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