Blue Bloods

How about "Matt"?

Matt? No.

No, not Matt, not a shot.

- What is wrong with Matt? - Baby, "Matt" rhymes with "fat."

He's gonna get made fun of the first day of pre-K.

And his name has to have, like...

I don't know, significance, you know?

Someone that he can look up to.

Someone like Jeter.

- Very funny. - Come on.

- Jeter would be nice. - (laughs)

How about Mike?

Really? You'd name him...

you'd name him after me?

Well, you said someone that he can look up to.

I can't think of a better role model than you.

You're up, Moses. - What did I do to deserve you?

Come on, bro. - Nothing.

You got lucky.

Yeah, I got damn lucky.

- Hey! - (men shouting)

Hey!

(whooping, laughing, chattering)

Hey. Baby.

Steph...

Sweetheart.

Hey, can you hear me?

Steph...

Hey, somebody help!

Somebody help us!

Somebody call 911!

Hey.

Somebody help!

(man grunts, men laughing on video)

Yeah, what's up now?

Got knocked out, right?

Uh, yeah, what's up?

- (woman cries out) - Yeah, I told you, bro, I'm ready.

Let's see you walk the dog now, huh?

- (grunts) - (exclaiming, laughing)

Tonight's attack makes three this week

and an even dozen in the last month.

Pattern?

- Chief Helfond? - (clears throat)

The incidents are centralized in Brooklyn and Queens, mostly at night,

all within a two-block range of a subway stop.

We're not sure that's a factor,

whether it's a home game or an away game.

Video surveillance footage in nearby stations?

Inconclusive.

All right, so what we know is...?

That this knockout game

is just the kind of random urban nightmare

that gooses the 11:00 news and scares the tourists back to Indiana.

- Which is why the mayor's office is... - We will deal with

the chamber of commerce issues in due time.

Not our clock to set.

What we know:

it's not about money; not one victim was robbed.

Or sex-- there's no sexual assault

attached to any of the incidents.

Did any of the victims know their assailants?

Not that we know of.

So it's not revenge, either.

All of the victims are white.

All of the assailants are black.

Yes, so far.

Walks like a hate crime, talks like a hate crime.

We can call this whatever we want.

We're going to call it what it is.

They post the footage on the Web,

like it's their highlight reel.

So it's also a social media phenomenon.

So a copycat profile.

In the '80s we called it "wilding."

Scores of teenagers rushing through subway cars,

knocking people to the ground,

snatching whatever they could get their hands on

like bats out of hell.

Took people years to get over that.

Where we start:

in the communities, with our confidential informants.

What are we offering in return?

Look, this kind of stupid, random brutality

gives regular street crime a bad name.

Let's appeal to the sense of pride in the professional criminal.

That's all for now.

Could you see their faces, Mr. Rose?

It was dark.

Okay.

How about, uh, their clothes?

Anything unusual?

Any easily identifiable pieces of clothing?

No. Do you know how much longer they're going to be in there?

The doctor said he'd come see us as soon as he could.

I know, but they've been in there a long time with her, you know?

I'm sure they're doing their best.

Could you tell how tall they were?

Tall, short, average? Anything?

I don't know.

Was one of them bigger than the other?

Um... yeah.

Maybe. Honestly, I don't really remember too much, you know?

Everything happened so fast, and the three of them

just came out of nowhere, you know?

Three of them?

You said there were two of them.

Yeah, yeah. No.

Um, I just... I don't know.

Look, I just want to see Stephanie, you know?

I think... I think that she needs me,

my baby needs me.

Your wife's pregnant?

Yes.

Our first. Six months. A little boy.

Mr. Rose?

Yeah, doctor, hey. How's she doing?

Hey.

- Your wife's doing fine. - Okay.

She's stabilized

- and is responding favorably. - (exhales)

Thank God. Okay, thank you.

Thank you. And my baby?

Um... maybe you should have a seat.

- Good morning. - Hey.

Keep your coat on. We gotta go.

I just got here. Can I get a cup of coffee?

There's nothing in here.

Exactly. That's our entire case.

Nothing came back from

- the canvass last night? - No.

Cops knocked on every door, nobody saw a thing.

And we got bupkus from surveillance cameras.

And our witness can't give us a description.

Exactly, which is why we got zero. Come on.

Well, where are we going?

We're gonna go see Third-Person Thorpe.

Third-Person Thorpe?

- Who's that, a cartoon character? - No, he's my CI.

He runs the Heights.

If anything happened up there, believe me,

Third-Person Thorpe's gonna know about it.

Hi. I'm running a bit late, so can you call

counsel for Richard Jennings and push a half an hour?

Um... I will need my notes for that meeting,

- so if you could e-mail them to me... - (toaster beeps)

Oh.

Okay, I'll just, uh,

take a look at those... ow!

...take a look at them on my way in.

Could you just hold on for a second?

(loud music playing, shower running)

It's 8:30. We're going to be late.

I'm back. Um...

you might have to cancel my lunch.

I think that's it.

All right?

I'll see you soon.

(music playing loudly, shower running)

You almost done?

- (music stops) - Hello?

Jack...

Hey, what's going on?

You said you would be out of here by 8:30.

Yeah, I'm almost done.

What if Nicky comes home?

She slept out at a friend's.

I know, but what if she forgot something?

What if she stops here on the way to school?

- What if... - What if, what if, what if.

What if you got in here with me?

I'm not kidding, Jack.

Yeah, neither am I.

- Come here. - What... oh, my God!

I still have my robe on.

- Let me fix that. - Jack. (laughs)

- Jack... - Just like that.

Oh, my God!

- It just comes undone. - Oh...

Top o' the morning to you, Thorpe.

Hey!

Well, if it ain't J Edgar?

- Hoover was FBI. - How many times I gotta tell you?

Thorpe knows what Thorpe knows--

a cop's a cop's... a cop.

Detective Baez. I'm Hoover's partner.

Well, a friend of J Edgar's is a friend of Thorpe.

- Hey. - Oh...

Come on, knock it off. Get in there.

We're here for business.

So how can Thorpe help you?

You been watching the news?

The latest victim of the knockout game

was a pregnant woman just a few blocks from here.

Terrible, terrible.

Senseless.

They just said she lost the baby.

Yeah, she did. And that's why we're here.

- Somebody's got to pay for this, Thorpe. - Oh...

J Edgar... now, you know