Blue Bloods

Excuse me!

I've gotten separated from my daughter.

There's a police kiosk over by...

Look, can you make an announcement from here?

She's only eight years old. Her name is Claire!

Sir, I'm sorry. This is a ticket window.

Please, you have to help us! We're not from here.

Daddy?

Claire! Claire!

Daddy! Daddy!

That's him. That's him.

All units, all units, suspect in sight.

Repeat: We have the suspect in sight.

Grand Central, main concourse.

Repeat: main concourse.

Daddy!

I love you, CC!

Daddy!

Wait! No! Daddy!

Wow. That's pretty intense.

It is, Norah.

Even I'm on the edge of my seat.

You know, we decided early on with this one to just go for it.

Not pull any punches, put my character through a living hell from scene one.

There's kind of a... a Hitchcock quality to it, right?

-Innocent man wrongly pursued. -That's right,

and it's... it's a great ride.

And, you know, the sacrifices that he makes

to get his family whole again

are ones that I think an audiences can really relate to.

Now, Norah,

can we please talk about my love life already?

Oh, yeah!

-You brought it up, let's talk about it. -Well, you were going to.

Let's talk about it,

um, because it certainly gets a lot of attention,

-a lot of press. -Yeah.

Can I show you how the tabloids work?

Yeah, sure.

I really like your show,

and I think you are fantastic on it.

Thank you.

We just spent a weekend in Cabo together and you're pregnant with my child.

Oh, come on.

Mmm, that's how it works. 99% of the time,

that's exactly how they blow it out of proportion.

Then let's talk about the one percent that is true.

Well, I think that's about all the time we have today, ladies and gentlemen.

I'll see you at the movies.

Accused opens in theaters on Friday.

And what's next for you?

Next up is called Crime of the Century.

It actually-- no spoilers here--

but I am trailing an NYPD detective

for the next few days.

-Oh. -Just getting the download.

All right. Russell Berke, always a pleasure.

It is, Norah. Thank you.

And if you, uh, flip to the next page,

-Mmm. -you see a graphic that breaks down

the pattern of early retirement

based on borough, precinct, length of service, rank.

Dino, just a minute.

I'd like to stay with this exit poll.

You have to take it with a grain of salt.

Frank, I'd caution you not to misinterpret those metrics.

I can read, Dino. You're saying the numbers lie?

No, but if you take into account that when a retiring cop says

he didn't feel a personal connection with the PC,

it's kind of like an assembly line worker

saying he didn't feel a personal connection with the company's president.

It's not expected or assumed; it's, uh...

A non-issue.

I am not a president.

I am a New York City cop who was asked to be the PC,

but I'm one of them. I have to be to lead them.

Actually, you don't.

There's no provision in the job profile that requires a PC

to have experience on the job.

But I do, and I won't lose that.

What are you gonna do, throw a barbecue for 35,000?

Frank, with the City Council trying to appoint

an inspector general over us...

Yeah, I know, it's hardly the time for me to go all soft and fuzzy.

You have their respect, Frank.

That's what matters.

Okay, fine, let's move on.

You know what I loved you in that no one else did?

-Uh... -Um...

-I'm sorry. -That's all right.

What I meant-- it wasn't as huge at the box office.

-Edge of Night. -Yes!

It was pretty far out there, but you were so real.

-Thank you. -Yeah.

Seriously, Detective, that means a lot.

Hate to interrupt the love fest, you two,

but, uh, we're almost there.

We're gonna be looking for one Yoo-Hoo Clinton:

male black; 18; five, six; 150.

He's wanted for questioning in a series of armed robberies of liquor stores.

You call him Yoo-Hoo 'cause he likes the drink?

No. Most nicknames usually come off of opposites.

Like, a fat guy would be "Tiny"

or a short guy would be "Shaquille."

Right, so then he doesn't like Yoo-Hoo.

I don't know if he likes

-Yoo-Hoo or not. -Just kidding.

His name's Yousef. I'm sure it comes from that.

So how's this gonna go down?

Well, you're gonna look for my partner and I from the backseat

to move in on opposite sides of the suspect, closing in.

Sort of like a pair of pliers.

And... there he is.

Nice 'fro, man.

Yoo-Hoo!

See if you can guess which one he is.

And don't leave the car, okay?

Hey.

Hey, I'm driving here!

Cops! Cops!

Hey! Hold it!

Police!

Drop the gun! Hey! Drop it!

Grab that, partner.

What the hell is wrong with you?

Huh? I told you to stay in the car.

Yousef Clinton, you're under arrest for criminal possession of a weapon.

That's just for starters, jackass.

Yo, Russell Berke?

Yo, you Russell Berke!

I got slammed by Russell Berke!

You drive, I'll ride in the back.

Can I ask you something?

Just as funny and nice in person.

Who? Ow!

Will Smith.

How you know I was gonna ask that?

Hey, maybe if you're nice, he'll get you his autograph.

Maybe Denzel, too?

Maybe not.

Hey, lock him up.

-Hi! -Hi! -Oh, God.

Do you mind meeting some people?

-Of course. -Thanks.

Hey, what a pleasant surprise.

-Hi! -Hi!

Hi. -Hey, everyone.

Oh, yeah, I was in the neighborhood.

I-I was just dropping off a warrant.

Right.

-Yeah. -I'm with her.

Uh, Russell Berke, my wife Linda.

-Hi! -Nice to meet you.

My sister Erin.

-Big fan. -Beautiful.

-And my niece Nicky, Russell Berke. -You're beautiful.

I need a hug from you.

Thank you for all the great movies.

Well, thanks for going to them.

You know that thing where married couples give each other one out?

I believe you mean the hall pass.

Yes! You're mine.

Oh, uh...

I'm flattered.

Well, who-who's yours?

His is Michelle Charlesworth.

She's the weekend morning anchor on channel seven.

I'll, uh, see what I can do for you,

'cause, you know... (laughs)

-Oh, my God. -Just playing.

Okay.

Is Zooey nice in real life?

Well, would I be dating her if she wasn't?

-Good point. -Yeah.

Big fan.

I'm a big fan of what you guys do.

-Huge fan. -Thank you.

Okay, well, look, Russell's here to do some research, so, uh,

we're gonna get to work.

Hey, Remy, how's our boy?

-Look at that! -Yeah, look at you!

Hey, hey, buddy.

Oh, there she is. Hi!

What? I don't have any treats.

Wow, even the police dog is a fan.

-Hi. -He likes you.

Yeah.

I'll show you the box.

-Excuse us. -So nice to meet you.

Thanks. That a girl.

Bye. See you soon.

Oh, my God, I was such a dork!

Why did I do that?

Take a seat.

They're very sweet.

Yeah, they are.

The box, huh?

It's what they call it.

So what are you carrying, Russell?

What do you mean?