Blue Bloods

Thank you.

You've got the police chief of Rome and his people at 3:30.

Make sure the espresso machine is up and running.

- Good. - Done.

Pretty much.

- Let's have it. - Believe me,

you don't want it.

A group called “Battle for Peace” is applying for a permit

to demonstrate at Veterans Memorial Plaza.

Battle for Peace is an oxymoron.

Emphasis on “moron.”

That goes to Community Affairs.

It did.

From the lieutenant to the captain, to the C.O., to the chief, to you.

Demonstrations are being held every day in this city.

Now can I please have my coffee and read my paper?

Not demonstrations that involve burning an American flag.

All right.

They're led by a kid named David Gore--

young but smart, media-savvy.

You want me to contact legal?

Maybe there's a way out of this.

Supreme Court says flag-burning is protected speech.

Having said that,...

I want a sit-down with this media-savvy whiz kid.

You sure that's a good idea?

No, but set it up.

So, thank you for letting us come talk to you guys today.

And remember, if you need help, that's what we're here for.

Now, Officers Reagan and Janko have agreed

- to answer some questions? - Yeah.

Rita.

Do you ever worry about getting hurt?

That's a risk that you take when you become a police officer.

But we try to be careful.

We're trained to handle all types of situations,

and you rely on your partner to watch your back.

Officer Janko?

Aren't you kind of hot to be a cop?

Tommy, that's inappropriate.

That's the reason that I ride with Officer Reagan.

It kind of balances things out a little bit.

Lily.

You said it's the NYPD's job to help people?

That's right.

Well, a cop killed my father.

He didn't do anything wrong,...

but they shot him anyway.

Cops are murderers.

Got it. We're on our way.

Port Authority cop just detained our guy.

Told you he'd try to skip town.

- Must be your lucky day. - Yup.

Detective Reagan?

- Yeah? - Anthony Abetemarco.

I'm an investigator for the D.A.'s office.

Oh.

Congratulations. Whatever it is will have to wait.

Yeah, you worked the Marcus Donovan homicide

with Detective Darryl Reid?

Yeah, about a hundred years ago. Why?

What's this all about?

There's evidence of serious procedural irregularities by the NYPD.

Detective Reid's already jammed up.

Now we want to talk to you.

Right this way.

You know you're under no obligation to speak to me, Detective.

Well, I got nothing to hide.

What was your relationship with Detective Reid?

Well, we weren't dating, if that's what you mean.

You think this is a joke?

Yeah, I do think it's a joke.

In fact, I think it's a bunch of crap.

All right?

I worked with the guy for eight months seven years ago.

He was a good cop.

Yeah, well, we have reason to believe he planted blood evidence

on the clothing of Marcus Donovan, which led to his conviction.

What led to his conviction was the fact that he killed

an elderly couple after they cashed their Social Security check.

There were no witnesses.

The gun was never recovered.

There's no witnesses because everybody's scared to death of Marcus Donovan...

- 'cause he's a maniac. - The fact remains that Donovan....

was convicted because the victims' blood was found on his shirt,

and Reid put it there.

The question is,...

did you know about it?

You're joking, right?

If you were part of this in any way, Detective,

now's the time to come clean.

I mean, come on, I ask that question of perps

every single day myself, all right?

We got a time-sensitive matter related to an ongoing investigation.

What do you know? Got to go.

I got more questions, Detective.

Have fun with that.

What is he talking about in there?

Nothing. Bunch of hot air.

You think they're trying to get you to hang Reid out to dry?

Reid is a good cop, okay?

He would never have to plant evidence to make a case,

especially against a rat like Marcus Donovan.

Sounds like they got him pretty good.

Come on. He's a decorated detective.

Marcus Donovan's got a rap sheet a mile long.

Who would you believe? And why'd you pull me out of there?

What's so pressing?

Close the door.

What are you doing here?

Violating about a dozen rules of protocol, but we got to talk.

Does this have anything to do with, uh, your crony over here

asking me questions about a case from seven years ago?

Yeah, and you didn't hear it from me,

but don't say another word without an attorney present.

Why the hell do I need a lawyer?

We've been investigating Darryl Reid for two months.

We have him dead to rights on perjury

and tampering with physical evidence.

I don't believe it.

Yeah, well, you better.

His career is in serious jeopardy, and he's probably going to jail.

And anyone complicit in those crimes is going down, too.

I'm really sorry about Lily's outburst.

That's okay. Do you know what happened with her father?

All I know is he was shot by a police officer three years ago

and Lily's been in a downward spiral ever since.

And she lives with her mom now?

Lily's mother has substance abuse issues.

Disappeared a few months after the shooting.

Lily lives with her grandmother now.

She's had her share of heartache.

Before the shooting, Lily was an excellent student.

Now she barely shows up, and when she does,

she's combative, disrespectful.

Has anyone tried to help her?

A counselor or a shrink?

All of the above. Lily wants no part of it.

Any trouble outside of school?

Well, caught smoking pot, drinking.

The grandmother can't control her?

She's a nice lady, but she's in over her head with Lily.

Seems like we all are.

Is there anything that we can do to help?

Lily's angry at the world.

She doesn't trust anyone.

Unfortunately, that all started with someone wearing a uniform like yours.

There he is.

Pride of the 5-4 squad.

Darryl Reid. How you doing?

Ah. Depends on who you ask.

- You look good, Danny. - Thank you.

- How's the family? - Eh, okay.

How about you? How's the wife?

Actually, we split up last year.

I'm sorry.

Ah, finally came to her senses.

- You know how it goes. - Yes.

I'm starting to figure it out.

Look,... I, uh, got a visit from the D.A.'s office

about the Marcus Donovan case.

They got nothing better to do than dig up

good collars and rip 'em apart.

They say you planted blood on Donovan.

What'd you say?

Said you're the best detective I ever worked with.

You're a stand-up guy, Danny.

I told 'em you're the last guy in the world

who'd need to fix a case.

I mean, that's true, isn't it?

He slaughtered that couple for 300 bucks.

- He got what he had coming. - I agree.

I'm also getting the feeling you're gonna tell me something

that I really don't want to hear right now.

The case stalled.

We had nothing solid.

It was going cold.

ADA wasn't gonna charge Donovan.

So you flake the guy?

Where the hell did you even get the blood to plant on him?

I dropped by the M.E.'s office where they autopsied the vics.

You stole the blood from the lab?

He was gonna walk, Danny.

Now, when the D.A. reopened the case,...

forensics turns up...

lab chemicals in the blood I put on Donovan's shirt.

Well, it makes sense why they're looking at me now.

Relax. I told 'em you had nothing to do with it.

Well, I don't think your word carries

a lot of weight with them right now, just saying.

Sounds like you're taking their side.

I'm not taking their side, but you did just tell me

that you tampered with evidence in a homicide.

This animal would've taken more lives if we didn't put him in a cage.

You got a problem with that?

I got a problem with you not telling me what you did.

I was your partner. It was my case, too.

I could have helped you.

I was trying to protect you.

Okay?