Blue Bloods

(sirens wailing, shouting in Polish)

I will kill you! I will kill you!

Stay away from my daughter!

Stay away from my daughter!

Hey! Hey, break it up!

Against the wall. Now! Against the wall.

Against the wall now.

- Stop. - This Arab is paying my

daughter to marry him.

- He is the criminal here. - He is not!

I don't know where he gets this crazy idea from.

He is Syrian, student visa.

Hey, hey, sir,

what is your name?

Bartosz Mazurski.

All right, Mr. Mazurski, it's against the law to assault someone

for being a Syrian student.

Look, that is not why. You want to know why?

No, not really.

He have to go back, so he's paying my daughter

to marry him so he can stay here in America!

No, Officer, that is not what is going on.

Okay, okay.

Yeah, they deny that, sir.

Look at him, Mr. Dark Good-looking

with Aftershave Ad, huh?

Look at my daughter,

like pierogi, my little dumpling.

- Mr. Mazurski. - You tell me...

he is marrying her for love and the love-making.

You know what, that's enough. Walk away.

Now!

- Hey! You walk away now! - Hey, hey!

Are you guys okay?

Sir, would you like to press charges?

No. I wanted to ask for Kasia's hand in

marriage, and then he went crazy.

You have to understand.

Baltazar goes out of status at midnight Sunday.

If we are not married by 5:00 Friday...

I am toasted.

Toast.

I'm a Syrian national...

and on every watch list there is.

The moment I'm out of status, my student visa...

Done.

Okay, we're sorry, guys.

We're-we're not immigration.

- We're NYPD, so... - We know that.

But we have finished all our interviews.

We have scheduled the final one for this Friday at 3:00,

but my father, he will go down

there and accuse us of fraud marriage.

Are you two hiding anything?

No.

Okay, we don't have any authority in this,

you understand?

If he gives you any more trouble,

call the cell number.

That's it?

A phone number?

I'm sorry.

It's an immigration issue, okay?

Yeah, good luck to both of you.

Good luck.

I feel horrible.

Nothing we can do.

Which makes me feel even worse.

Their hearts will go on.

Thank you, Celine Dion.

And while this may seem like counterintuitive advice coming from me,...

on this day and to this audience,

here it is.

Don't be a hero.

The odds are there won't be a medal and a parade.

The odds are...

that you'll end up dead,

to tears instead of cheers,

gone in a foolhardy instant

from our comrade in arms

to a name...

on a plaque on a wall.

What?

- Uh... - Um...

They're graduating the police academy.

They're about to hit the streets.

You give that speech, they may just sneak out the back door.

Well, I won't give them pap

like service and duty and a grateful public.

Maybe just temper it a little.

Throw them a bone.

I wish just once along the line

the bosses would've talked to us like they actually gave a hoot,

and not like they were bucking for an acre on the op-ed page.

You're dismissed.

Did anyone see her fall or did you see anyone visit

- her apartment last night? - No.

How about leaving?

No, nothing since I came on at 5:00.

Did you know Ms. Clayton, Sergio?

Sure, she was a nice lady.

Knew all our names even though she was here...

only once or twice a week.

She didn't live here full-time?

No, she used it, uh, peed-a-something.

- Pied-à-terre. - That's it, yeah.

I think she lived over in Jersey the rest of the time.

Look, I got to get back to the desk.

- I can hear all the units buzzing me. - Uh-uh, this trumps that.

Well, I told the other detectives everything I know.

Why don't you ask them?

The other detectives?

Yeah, the ones in her apartment.

- They're upstairs, Detective. - All right.

Well, look what the cat dragged in.

We got this, Reagan.

Walt Finney, forgotten but not gone.

Working for the DA's investigation squad now.

And this one's ours.

Congratulations.

This is Investigator Bangs.

Nice to meet you. My partner, Detective Baez.

Nice to meet you.

Walt here used to work the gang unit.

All the bangers up in Washington Heights used to chip in and...

get a birthday present for good old Uncle Walt.

That a gold shield, Reagan?

You steal that off of Daddy's dresser?

That supposed to be funny?

Okay, guys, let's put them back in our pants.

What's going on here?

The deceased was a valuable asset in an ongoing DA's office investigation.

I don't know who got the wires crossed, but if you call your office,...

you'll find your work is done here.

We'll forward you copies of our paperwork.

Guess it is what it is.

I just got to use the ladies' room.

You can go after her.

See you around, Finney. You, too, Bangs.

Not if I see you first.

Whatever.

You find anything?

The bathroom was wired for video.

I assume the other rooms were, too.

This must have dropped out in their hurry.

I found it behind the john. It's a camera.

They must have had some kind of sting going or something.

That went bad.

Well, we don't know it went bad.

Uh, you're running a sting and your lead

actor jumps off a building, I'd call that bad.

You got a point.

Wonder what the hell they're trying to find.

And that Finney seems like the kind of guy

you want around when you don't want to

- get your hands dirty. - That's exactly what Finney is.

So who's trying not to get their hands dirty here?

That's a good question.

If it bleeds, it leads, and if it's blonde and pretty

and jumps from a penthouse and bleeds, it really leads.

What do you have on this, Dino?

A personal tragedy.

That's it?

That's it so far as the press is concerned.

Great.

I'll let you tell them that.

Dino?

The deceased, one Ilene Clayton, was cooperating

in an ongoing investigation by the Manhattan DA's office.

They request that we defer to them regarding the

suicide investigation due to its sensitive nature.

Anybody here consider themselves sensitive?

I think we can handle the gory details.

They'd let her skate on charges of promoting prostitution

in exchange for her cooperation snaring the johns in a sting.

Who got stung?

I don't know the outcome.

I don't know there is one.

So she's a confidential informant, duly registered?

I believe so, yes.

Find out.

Yes, sir.

You know why I don't like suicides?

Because they are, by their very nature, chaotic,

an act that throws all the orbits out of whack

and begs a million questions.

Yes.

And many of those million questions will be directed squarely at us,

and I don't want to be left standing there, twisting in the wind.

Drill down on this right away.

Yes, sir.

Chief Wallace, unpack the president's visit for us.

It says here the jumper was indicted 11 months ago

on a variety of charges related to promoting prostitution

by the Manhattan DA's office, but according to the record,

she never entered a plea, never went to trial, nothing.

Just drops off the map.

Which would be consistent with them

flipping her in exchange for no jail time.

Right, but in Atlantic City, she was convicted