Blue Bloods

Ana?

Ana Marcovic?

You're here for the hostel, right?

We're supposed to pick you up.

I'm Tatiana, by the way.

Let me take your bag.

You can sit up front.

Yes. I just tired from flight.

Oh, yeah, Serbia is ten hours away.

- It's where I'm from, too. - Ah.

What is this?

Don't ask questions, Ana.

- Morning, Sid. ' - Hey, boss.

Just want to run the numbers before the Compstat meeting tomorrow.

Okay. Morning, Baker.

Morning, sir. Sarah Grant is here.

I told her she could wait in your office.

Oh. Well, in that case, I'm gonna need at least ten minutes.

Hold my calls.

- Hey. - Hi.

- Ah. - Mm.

I'm sorry for just barging in like this.

No, it's great.

You look great.

- Thank you. - Sit down.

Ah. Want some coffee?

No, I'm fine, thank you.

I got my best suit... pressed... and ready.

All right.

You ready... for your big day?

Almost.

Mm. There's a piece missing.

What's that?

I've been wanting to ask you this for a long time,

but I haven't been able to figure out how.

You have always been.. like a father to me.

Would you walk me down the aisle?

I'd be honored.

Thank you.

There's something else.

I got a letter from prison yesterday.

From him.

You didn't open it?

No.

I was hoping that you would.

You don't need that. Grandpa?

Erin. Come in. Come in.

I put your coats for the winter coat drive in

the mud room for you, but have you got a minute?

- Yeah, sure. - I'd like

to introduce you to a friend.

Sylvia Hayden,... my granddaughter, Erin.

I've heard a lot about you.

All good, I hope?

Oh, more than good, honey.

You're the first one to have the honor.

I haven't even told your father yet.

I didn't want to scare her off.

- Well, I can understand that. - (laughs)

How did you two meet?

- In a book club. - Book club.

We read Up the Old Hotel by Joseph Mitchell, and, uh,

your grandpa and I started talking about the

great old New York haunts that have closed down.

And so, we've been kind of going on this informal tour

of the places that are still around, you know?

He's been spoiling me

- rotten. - (laughter)

That's a beautiful bracelet.

Oh, thank you.

Well, thank him.

Only the best for my girl.

- Detectives. - Lieutenant.

Hope you got something juicy for me.

It would really burn Lieutenant Carver's ass

if we took down a big case while she was on vacation.

We don't know exactly what we got, but this 911 call came in this morning.

(Ana speaking Serbian and crying)

Please don't hurt me!

Don't kill me!

Damn.

It's an international exchange.

We traced it back to an Ana Marcovic and called her parents in Serbia.

Ana had flown into JFK this morning and was supposed

to stay somewhere called the Gotham Youth Hostel in Times Square.

We have a location?

Yeah. Cyberspace.

This hostel only exists online as a trap to lure women to New York.

Lieutenant, this is the fifth Eastern European woman

to disappear on their way to this hostel in the last six months.

No trace.

You got any leads?

Surveillance cameras? Witnesses?

Just the 911 call and the name.

Look, we want to run with this.

We don't have enough.

I'm not wasting my two best detectives.

We want this one.

- Hey. - Hey. What's up?

So, I ran that name through the system for you.

Yeah?

I don't know how to tell this, but Sylvia Hayden is wanted for murder.

What?!

She killed her last three husband's in cold blood.

They call her the "Grandpa Killer."

Really?

Why would you do that to me?

How could I not?

It's just so easy.

Did you find anything?

Well, it's kind of interesting, actually.

Seems that "Sylvia Hayden" didn't exist,

at least under that name, until 2007.

But there are plenty of innocent explanations.

She could've remarried, or just legally dropped a former husband's name.

That's all I can get from a cursory look.

How far do you want me to take this?

I don't know. You think I'm just being crazy?

I mean, if it was your grandfather, what would you do?

I don't have a grandfather, but my grandmother raised me,

and if I thought someone was messing with her,

I'd turn over every stone until I knew damn sure she was safe.

But I might be a little crazy, too.

Listen, get me fingerprints or DNA, and I can take this to the next level.

Just let me know what you want.

Okay.

That was nice... meeting... Father Barnes.

I think you're in good hands.

So, uh...

did you read the letter?

Yeah, I did.

But you are getting married in three days.

There is no clock on this. He's not going anywhere.

So, can we talk about this in a couple of weeks?

What did it say?

- Basically? - Mm-hmm.

That he's sorry and claims he found God in prison.

The usual for a sociopath who's building a long con for the parole board.

So, he murdered my family, but God has forgiven him, so I should, too?

Is that what he wants?

There is a program called Restorative Justice

where the victim can meet the offender face-to-face.

He wants to meet me?

I mean, you don't think that I should...

consider this, do you?

I read the letter, as you asked me to,

and I am passing on what was offered.

But no.

Sarah,...

I do not think you should take him up on it.

I mean, the last time I saw Donald Berry was in court.

I was seven years old.

And he told me that his only regret was that he didn't kill me, too.

Can you just tell the court, or the prison, or whoever

you need to inform that he better not write me again?

Can you do that?

- Yes, I can. - Okay.

Hey, what are you guys doing here?

Everything okay?

Yeah, I just, uh, need to talk to you for a second over here.

It's about your partner.

Eddie? What's going on?

She's a good cop, right? Reliable? Tough under pressure?

Why you asking?

Well, I might need her for something, but I wanted

to get your take on it before I ran it by your boss.

Yeah, she's the best. She's tough as nails.

I trust her with my life.

Good, 'cause this is high risk.

What does that mean? Undercover?

Women are getting snatched up.

We think it may be Serbian mob.

I don't know if she's ready for that, Danny.

I mean, there's got to be plenty of more experienced cops.

No, no, she's the only one for this.

All right, well, you asked my opinion.

I gave it. She's not ready.

What do you mean, she's not ready?

Just what I said. I don't think she's ready for that.

Ready for what?

Look, if this is about me, I can speak for myself.

That's Ana Marcovic.

Her mother e-mailed us the photos,

said her daughter's only dream was to come to New York, to the U.S.

Mm. She flew in

from Serbia this morning, and...

presumably went to the address for the Gotham Youth Hostel,

and then, she disappeared.

Five other girls have gone missing the same way over the last six months.

So you need someone to retrace Ana's steps,

and find out where the missing women went?

You'll be wired up, we'll stay close,

but I do got to be honest with you.

It's... it's a total unknown.

Well, uh, why me?

Is it because I took the undercover training course?

That's part of it.

The other part of it is, when we were calling

The Wheel looking for an officer who spoke

Serbian, you were the only one in the entire