Blue Bloods

Hey. Hey.

Closed door?

I want to talk to you.

Talk to or talk at?

Probably nothing.

Well, maybe nothing. So something.

Got a call from one of our COs this morning.

Turns out one of our cops got his nose broken

busting up a bar fight on the upper east side.

Okay, that happened.

Thing is, the perp in the incident

is Alex Jasper. Not ringing a bell.

Son of Frederick T. Jasper.

The mayor's main bundler? The same.

Oh. Normally, you hit a cop,

you break his nose,

the judge hits you with a hefty bail.

I'm guessing that didn't happen here.

Released on his own recognizance.

I see.

And this comes to me because...

Because should we tell the boss?

We?

Well, now that you know the particulars, yeah.

Crafty. Two minutes ago I was blissfully ignorant.

Should we tell the boss?

Is there any evidence that says

the mayor talked to that judge?

Well, no, but it's pretty obvious

what's going on here.

We don't say anything to Frank

until there's something to say.

Are you sure?

Morning.

Hey, Danny. Morning.

Morning, Regan. Morning.

I got to tell him? You're the one bringing it here.

He's always pissed about something.

Get ready. Heard 'em talking

about a double homicide came in.

You mean the one they just gave to Byrne and Bitterman?

They're not gonna give it to those bananas

while we're sitting around twiddling our thumbs.

Well, we're no longer twiddling.

Who's this, and why is his foot

on the furniture?

Officer Mahoney. How you doing?

Just came off this job.

Sarge said to give it to you. What is it?

Teen suicide. You got to be kidding me.

It's busy work. Hey, I'm just the messenger.

You're not just the messenger. You're first on the scene, right?

What do you know about this Derrick Madigan kid?

He's a good kid, just got mixed up with the wrong crowd.

What's that got to do with him taking his own life?

I think he got peer-pressured by his friends.

He was a lookout for one of their robberies the other night.

Once he heard we caught wind of his involvement,

well, word on the street is

he panicked.

How'd he do it?

His mother found him handing by his belt in the closet.

Oh, good Lord.

As you can imagine, she ain't doing so good right about now.

Yeah, I wouldn't think so.

So, uh, what can I tell the boss?

Tell the boss we'll take the case

and to teach you some manners.

Again with the foot!

All right. Yeah, all right.

We got it from here, good-bye.

It was all you, Your Majesty.

Come on, we're a team. When I win, you win.

I just happen to win more often.

Funny thing is, you ain't kidding.

Oh, come on, of course I am.

You know that.

There's a Reggie Wilson here to see you.

I don't see him on your schedule.

Reggie Wilson? Sounds familiar.

Wasn't he our sole eyewitness

on that homicide last year?

Yeah, you're right. He took the stand for us

when the neighborhood wouldn't even look our way.

So I should let him in? Please.

He's got big stones, this guy.

By "stones" you're meaning his intestinal fortitude?

Sure. Whatever.

Mr. Wilson.

Miss Erin, the pleasure's mine.

Nice to see you. Good to see you.

Reggie, how are you? Anthony, right?

Look like you lost some weight.

I'll find it soon enough.

So what brings you all the way down here

from the Bronx?

I'm gonna be straight with you.

The way I see it, I helped you out pretty good

on that situation you had last year.

You did your civic duty, for which we're grateful,

if that's what you mean.

Now it's your turn.

My turn?

It's your turn to scratch my back.

The dream team, sir.

Morning. Morning.

How's it going, boss? It's going.

You see that piece in the news?

Nice little pat on the back.

In the neighborhood section, page after the comics.

Well, okay.

I spoke to the Chief of D's, like you asked.

He says you're gonna be very happy

about this month's numbers.

And you're personally guaranteeing it?

Well, no, I just...

Better to under-promise than over-deliver.

Well, that's a good one.

And what about the Jasper kid's ROR?

ROR, as in released on own recognizance?

As in no bail.

I know what it means, sir.

So you know about it, right? Yeah.

Yes, we just didn't know you did.

And you were about to tell me? Because it's not in here.

Well... Look, I have dinner

every Sunday with the former PC, a detective,

a beat cop, and an A.D.A.

Did you really think all my intel

flowed through you two?

No, but... I also charter

a boat out of Montauk from time to time

with Officer Broken Nose's CO.

Call in some chips and get the presiding judge's phone log,

and see who reached out.

Now would be a good time.

My kids are terrified

to go to school.

My wife,

she's practically turning into a hermit.

All 'cause no one wants to open our door.

Your door opens up into the lobby of the building?

Ain't no lobby no more, it's more like

a 7-Eleven, with the only thing on the shelves being dope.

And how often is this happening?

24/7, 365.

Hell, they've even closed it down during Christmas morning.

You've brought this to the people

that run the Housing Authority?

People that run the Housing Authority? What?

It's a housing project. Nobody's running nothing.

Have you reached out to your local precinct?

Only every day.

And what'd they say? "Call us back when there's a homicide."

The boogie down Bronx.

And how about the Bronx D.A.? Only every other day.

What'd they say? "Call us back when it's a homicide."

Look...

I get it, okay?

Up where we live, doping and dealing,

it ain't nothing to you people down here in these buildings.

But this is happening just outside my door,

and I don't want that homicide

to be one of my kids.

Look... I get it, and I want to help you.

But I'm a Manhattan A.D.A., and you live in the Bronx.

Didn't stop me from helping you.

Yeah, you're right.

Okay, I will call the Bronx.

A.D.A.'s office.

And I can't promise anything,

but I will look into this.

Thank you, Miss Erin.

Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you, Miss Erin, thank you. Okay.

I'd have put ten to one against you agreeing

to pick up this case.

That's because you don't know the history

I have with a certain Bronx A.D.A.

I'm a good person.

I've always tried to do the right thing,

even when life has dealt me one crappy card after another.

That person is gone now.

Gone, gone. We understand.

We know you're hurting.

Could you tell us some more about Derrick?

You want to know about my son?

Here's the only thing you need

to write down on that piece of paper.

Derrick was a blessing.

He was heaven-sent.

He was the only good thing

I ever got in my life, and now he's just gone.

Just like that. How does that happen?

I don't know.

I can't imagine what you're going through,

but I lost a brother, my partner lost a brother...

Why did he do this?

Why? Why would he take his life?

Over something so stupid?