Blue Bloods

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?

Uh, nice try.

Thanks. Come on.

Mr. Drake,...

thanks for coming in.

Of course. I, uh, 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?

She called you guys again, 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.

Yeah, 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 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.

Oh.

How much does a funeral cost?

Usually a few thousand dollars or so.

Oh. I-I...

I don't have that kind of money.

In the event that 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-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 is no chance in hell

that 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 going to 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 C.O., 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.

And he's here today because...?

Word came down from the court to serve him with a restraining order.

Emotionally disturbed?

He's got a 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 have 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, Chief, 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?

Yeah, this guy Drake is the fragile type, you know?

We don't want to 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,

but 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 the heroin situation we have out there is a mother?

You 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 D.A. making more

of it than it is, a first-time offense.

I can't take that chance.

H-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.

Uh, 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.

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

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

Yes, you are.

DANNY (over speaker): She's not lying to you.

She's trying to help you.

Who is that?

Detective Reagan. Okay?

Anthony, look, I just want to 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.