Blue Bloods

But of all the Bureau's divisions and units that make up the NYPD,

it is Patrol that is the backbone of this department.

It is Patrol that has the capacity

to prevent crime before it happens.

To steer Johnny Misdemeanor from becoming Johnny Felony

before it's too late.

Thank you for your most important work.

Officer Jill Carpenter, please step forward.

Yes, sir.

Three felony collars,

a successful negotiation in a hostage situation

and coaching your eighth grade girls basketball team

to the division championship, all in the last few weeks.

Just doing my job, sir.

Any of you get the chance, buy this officer a beer.

Off duty, that is.

- That's an order. - Yes, sir!

Do good work.

Come back safe.

Sergeant Renzulli.

Roll call dismissed.

- How'd I do? - Best one yet.

What's up?

It's about Officer Carpenter.

Her dad was Boston PD.

And killed in the line of duty last month. I know.

Oh.

That's part of the reason for the "attaboy" in there.

She wants to ask you a favor.

She came to me about it first.

A favor she needs vetted?

No, not that she knows.

Well, what is it?

She wants her late dad's shield number.

It's retired in the NYPD.

That's not impossible.

It's 46808.

I see.

What do you want to do?

I don't know.

I can handle it. Hold it off for a while.

Thank you.

So that's where last night's victim was slashed.

68 years old, returning from her midnight shift.

Perp came out of the dark, demanded her purse,

apparently she was too slow giving it up.

And this guy's struck before?

Yeah. Three times in the last month,

but this is the second time he's cut his victim.

Charming.

Residents have been demanding foot patrols for weeks.

Here we are, to protect and serve.

Hey, partner, tell me that's not our guy.

Sure is acting like it.

Excuse me!

Hey! Police! Hold it right there!

- Move! - Oh!

Police!

Stop! Police!

Police! Give it up!

Hey! Get back! Get back!

Leave now!

Police! Don't move!

Jamie, he's coming your way!

Leave me alone! I didn't do anything!

You knocked that lady down. That's assault.

One crack pipe with residue. Other side.

- That's the ball game. - Nice.

Here you go.

You're getting up. Get on your knees first.

On your knees.

On your feet.

Let's go.

That was fast, Detectives.

Job came over the air not five minutes ago.

We were out to meal three blocks over.

Didn't even get a chance to order.

Yeah, lucky us.

Son of a bitch. That's John Vinchetti Jr.

Of the Vinchettis?

- Yeah. - I thought they...

went out of business after Vinchetti Sr. croaked.

Gangsters are like cockroaches.

They'll always be around?

And it's always fun to see one of them get stomped out.

Keys are still in the ignition.

I'm not seeing any shell casings or surveillance cameras.

No bystanders either.

Where the hell is the driver?

Do you smell that?

No, I don't smell anything.

Smells like pee.

Pop the trunk.

What...?

We found the driver.

And hopefully a lead.

Right in here, Mr. Russo.

These the only pants you got?

At least they're dry.

Look, if you talk to anyone else in my crew,

they don't need to know...

That you failed to protect the boss

or that you peed yourself while failing to protect the boss?

Go to hell.

That's where your boss is now.

Come on. Take a seat and tell us all about it.

Come on. Sit down.

Boss just had lunch at Tuscany Tavern,

I'm driving him back,

and some hump on a motorcycle comes

out of nowhere and cuts me off.

Describe him.

Oh, I don't know. It was a hump on a motorcycle.

I couldn't see his face through the helmet.

I yelled, "Hey, you got a problem?"

But he's already off his bike. So I get out,

and suddenly he pulls a gun and hits me in the face.

I go down.

Then... I hear a shot,

and John Jr. screams.

God rest his soul.

- Sounds like a hit. - You think?

Who do you think would want to kill your boss, Ronnie?

One of the other families.

Vinchettis got juice, so they come after us.

"Us"?

Since when did it become "us"?

I mean, the shooter didn't even think

you were worth wasting a bullet on.

Hey, that ain't why I'm alive.

So you fought him off?

W...

No. But after he shot John, he turns back and says,

"Tell the rest of 'em this is only the beginning."

Then he clocks me again.

Next thing I know, I'm waking up when you two opened the trunk.

Soaked in pee.

Yeah. Soaked in pee.

Can I go now? I told you everything.

Well, Ronnie, you can go, but, uh,

you're gonna work for us now.

What?

You're gonna go back to your crew.

They're gonna decide who they're gonna whack

in retaliation for killing the boss,

and you're gonna call us and let us know.

My guys will cut me to pieces if they find out.

Same thing they'll do if we put word out you found

God in that trunk and decided to flip on every one of 'em.

You wouldn't do that.

You think?

Here you go, boss.

Suspect in the Parksdale Projects knifepoint robberies.

- What's your name? - Derek Gibbs.

But I didn't rob anyone.

I only had it to protect myself from whoever is doing it.

Also found on his person: one crack pipe with residue,

one ChapStick, and a, uh,

wallet containing exactly three dollars.

Hey, Reagan.

What's going on?

Think we got the guy terrorizing the Parksdale Projects.

Take a look.

- Yeah? - Yeah, see?

I guess so.

Maybe.

He also ran when we approached him,

and we found a knife in his jacket.

How big is the blade?

About three inches.

Technically, not illegal.

Still a knife.

I just hope you're not wasting your time.

A lineup will decide that.

And if the real perp strikes in your sector

while you're here doing the paperwork...

Boss, you're making it sound like it's a bad collar.

No, no. I mean, it's...

If you're happy with it, go with God.

What was that about?

Beats the hell out of me.

Look, I need my pants back. Where are they?

- In the trash. - What?

Those are $100 slacks.

Yeah, that nobody's worn since the '80s.

You'll get over it.

You done harassing him?

Sal Vinchetti. And company.

- Right on cue. - Always a pleasure

seeing you,Detective Reagan.

Now that we've gotten the lies over with, go on, Ronnie,

tell your boss how you kept your mouth shut like a good boy.

They do this to you?

- No, Sal. It's-it's fine. - Huh?

Congratulations, by the way, Sal.

Congratulations?

My brother's dead.

Well, now you're the head of the family.

So,...

- congratulations. - This isn't the time...