Blue Bloods

On the ground! Get on the ground!

Now! Get on the ground!

- No... - Open the register.

- Give me the cash. - Okay, okay, okay.

Give me it! Get down!

Open it!

Open the register.

I'm going as fast as I can.

Well, go a little faster!

I have a family...

Yeah, well, I have a family, too, okay?

And I'm gonna count to three, and if that cash register

isn't open, I'm gonna put a bullet in your head.

One!

I'm trying, I'm trying.

Don't shoot!

- Two! - Please...

- Jamie, look out! - Three!

Holster your weapons.

Let's reset.

Okay...

so...

what went wrong with this exercise?

All due respect for the new training guidelines,

Sergeant Langley, this was a must-shoot situation.

But Janko didn't shoot, did she?

I had a better angle to see everything.

It was a no-win scenario.

It happens.

Sometimes we can't control all the factors,

but we can control ourselves.

Janko, nice restraint.

Reagan...

...we got some work ahead of us.

Thank you!

It's been a privilege and an honor.

If there's a doctor in the house,

I think I just had a hernia.

That sound you heard...

Sinatra spinning in his grave.

I think it's brave getting up there. I could never.

- I'm with you. - Not me,...

I got a whole set of tunes I'm gonna sing for my retirement.

Is that a promise or a threat?

There they are, the first family... plus one.

Aw, thank you for coming tonight, Henry.

You're the best.

Nah, that would be you, Tim.

- Sid! - Congratulations, Tim.

You made it.

Commissioner, Ms. Reagan, good of you to attend.

Wouldn't have missed it.

One of the longest serving cops in this department.

I would have stayed a little bit longer

if you let me...

Mandatory retirement applies to everyone, Tim.

Except the commissioner.

I hear you're going to Florida?

Sunshine and golf courses, that's all they got

where I'm headed, Henry.

You're welcome anytime.

I never figured you for a snowbird.

Yeah, me neither. I thought I'd stay in New York

until they planted me beneath it,

but times have changed.

And the winters aren't getting any warmer.

No, it's not the cold.

I'm taking Amy away from all of this.

City's going to hell in a hand basket.

Well, we'll miss your head and shoulders in the cause, Tim.

It's a lost cause now.

The good guys are the ones getting chased out.

I'm sure you're in the minority thinking that.

Ooh, I am in the minority, you are right there.

When I first came on the job, and you were

the boss of bosses?

That was a totally different time.

We got a damn good commissioner running the show now.

But... he's a little too caught up in politics and appeasement

to take off the gloves and do what needs doing, you ask me.

Sounds like you needed the change.

Right.

Thanks for your service, Lieutenant.

And don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out.

I think I need a drink with my old pal, Tim.

Come on, buddy, let's go. Come on.

And a good night to all.

- Yeah. - Let's do it.

Ooh, whoa, this has got to be my last one.

We both have day tours tomorrow.

Relax.

You did good today.

Thank you.

It's the truth.

Your scores in every category are off the charts.

How long you been on patrol with Reagan?

Well. Two years.

So, you ready for a move up?

I like where I am for now.

Look,... the NYPD needs people like you

in higher profile positions.

There's a push to improve community relations.

I feel like I do that every day.

It's a drop in the bucket compared to what

you could be accomplishing with a little more visibility.

I can tell you have the right touch.

I'm not sure what kind of touch that is.

Let's get real.

You have the potential to do big things in this department,

but being partnered with a Reagan...

- is holding you back. - Why is that?

The PC can't afford to be seen as favoring his son's partner.

You need another hook.

You?

There's nothing wrong with having ambition.

I know.

So?

Take the hand that's offered to you.

Wow.

That was, um...

- Really? - Oh, no, I like you!

- I like you, I do. - Oh, come on.

I jus... I jus...

you're my training sergeant at my precinct.

We can't do this.

Who's gonna know?

I'm gonna know.

I'm sorry.

I hope that's okay.

Why wouldn't it be?

I don't want it to be weird when we work together.

I'm still good.

Aren't you?

Yeah, sure.

No harm, no foul, right?

I'm just saying, you can't tell me anything

about these streets I don't already know.

Yeah, except where to get a decent cup of coffee without spending

- half your paycheck. - Here.

Excuse me, sir, you seen him?

Uh... nope.

Why don't you take a closer look?

Maybe he's been in here, a customer, you seen him

in the neighborhood.

Uh... yeah, no, no.

No, coming up blank.

You seen him in the neighborhood, somewhere around?

Yeah, doesn't ring any bells.

Okay, uh, I'll tell you what.

Uh, post that in the window, okay?

- Yeah. - Help us out.

All right.

Hey, where you going?

What's the matter?

What's wrong?

That guy behind me...

It's not our guy.

Doesn't look anything like the sketch.

I know.

When I was ten, I saw that guy stomp a boy to death

in front of my building.

Did the sitter work out?

Oh, she's great. Thank you so much.

Oh, happy to help.

Forgotten, but not gone.

How was Harrison's racket?

Lively, but not a moment too soon.

What do you mean?

His sell-by date as a reliably good cop had long passed.

Yet, you let him stay on till the end.

I kept a close eye on.

He stayed out of trouble.

Since when is that your criteria for keeping a man on the job?

Since the man was one of my father's favorites.

And a very good man... with a blind spot.

So, what do we got?

We're starting to get calls on the two males shot

on the D train last night.

How do you want this to go out?

Ah... Sid said he's on his way up about that.

He couldn't put it in an e-mail?

He said an e-mail wouldn't do.

Hey.

Those two shot on the subway last night are still in intensive care.

You didn't come up here for that.

Well, we're still piecing some of this together,

but apparently the first victim was a lush worker with a record,

robbing a passed out drunk.

He sliced open his pocket with a razor, took his wallet.

Witnesses say the drunk woke up and shot him.

- And? - There was another kid

close by-- he got shot as well, but ...

we don't know what his role was.

But the first victim still had the wallet on him.

It was Tim Harrison's wallet.

What?

We call that burying the lead.

And I call it... I still can't believe it.

Were both shooting victims black?

Yeah.