Blue Bloods

Morning, Baker.

Morning, sir. How are you feeling?

Better. Thank you.

There's a decision to be made.

I'm afraid there is.

Detective Reagan and Officer Reagan are both scheduled to work today.

You asked me not to request changes.

So you didn't. Good.

A.D.A. Reagan has a deposition.

Wheels of justice have to turn.

Yes, sir. CompStat's scheduled to end at 1300 hours,

and your subsequent meeting with the mayor

- has been postponed, again. - Who postponed last time?

The mayor did, sir.

Last two times.

But you instructed me not to push back

in the absence of a burning issue.

And you couldn't find one?

Try as I might.

What about our former commissioner?

Under the weather, conveniently.

You're the police commissioner.

You can always have an excuse.

It would have to be an honest one in this instance,

and we don't have that.

In summation.

You're clear to serve as a chaperone on your grandson's field trip.

Okay.

Sir, if I may?

On the bright side,

some alone time with your grandson.

It's not exactly alone time when there are 30 other ten-year-olds

to be roped and corralled.

Good point.

Hey, Sarge, where's Baez?

I brought her favorite coffee.

That organic, free-trade, single-bean, low-acid stuff?

Yeah, kind of tastes like motor oil.

She had a court appearance today,

testifying on one of her old cases,

which means you're parked at your desk.

Oh, no, no, no. I'm good at flying solo, sir.

No, no, no, no,

not when you owe me a month's worth of DD-5s.

What are you talking about? Says who?

Says me, after I saw you dumping your unfinished ones

over on Slattery's desk.

There you go. And...

...enjoy your motor oil.

This weather is ridiculous.

Crazy as this is, it's supposed to blow over by about noon.

Speaking of crazies,

do you remember that guy covered in blood

we caught a couple months ago on 46th Street?

Knife in hand, tried to convince us he was a chef?

: Yes.

I ran into the detective that we handed him off to.

Said he tied that dumb-ass to four homicides.

Eh, like we couldn't have done that.

- You know? - Yeah.

Oh, hey, are you jealous?

Oh, no, I'm just tired of everyone else

getting to solve the puzzle, you know?

Most we get to do is take it out of the box

and put a few of the edge pieces together.

Yeah.

Wow.

Now, that is sweet.

It's called an ass. Lots of girls have them.

Uh, I meant the bike.

Trust me, he really did.

Kidding.

Do you race?

Just through traffic.

I'm a bike messenger.

I work for Blaze Couriers.

Must pay well.

It'd take me a lot of overtime to afford a bike like that.

- And for you, miss? - Just a water, please.

Water.

All you got is a 50?

That or 100.

Anyway, I'm Maya.

Jamie. This is Officer Janko.

You got something I can write on, Jamie?

Yeah, just this.

Hold this.

Call me if you, you know, want a ride.

Way to go, Reagan.

You got yourself a number with virtually no help from me.

Hey, who says I need your help?

I tell Jamie since he's a rookie,

find a nice girl, give her a ring.

Baby steps, Stavros.

We got to get this guy a girlfriend first.

All right, can we just order, please?

Two whole grain bagels, one mocha, one juice coming up.

5-4 Squad.

Let me talk to Detective Kilbane.

Detective Kilbane hasn't sat at this desk since 2009.

Do you have a forwarding number?

Actually, Detective Kilbane retired a year ago

and he died a few months later, sorry.

Thank God for small mercies.

This is Detective Reagan. Something I can help you with?

Listen to me, I only called to talk to Kilbane,

but I'm happy to tell you, too,

that your precinct, the NYPD,

your whole system failed,

and I'm gonna make sure the whole world knows.

And how do you plan on doing that?

Once I kill myself,

they'll know.

What-what do you mean the world will know

after you kill yourself?

I'm sorry, did I stutter?

You know, if you're hurt,

hurting yourself more is not gonna solve anything.

You understand that, right?

Why don't you tell me your name?

It's Jill.

Jill what?

It doesn't matter.

It does matter, Jill. What's your last name?

What are you gonna do if I tell you?

You gonna suck at your job the way Kilbane did?

I'm gonna grab a pen and-and some paper

and I'm gonna take down some information,

and I'm gonna talk to you and listen to what you have to say.

Okay, you go grab your imaginary pen.

I'm trying to help you here, okay?

Except that you are the problem.

I'm the problem?

Usually people got to meet me first

before they figure that part out.

No, I mean you-- cops, lawyers, judges, all of you.

And you think threatening to kill yourself is gonna help?

Listen, Detective,

it's not a threat.

Look, why don't you just talk to me?

All right? Give me a chance to show you

that I'm better than the other cops you spoke to, all right?

What's going on?

: A girl called for Kilbane threatening to off herself.

So send her to the hotline.

Who are you talking to?

Jill, take it easy, all right?

Look, I'm not gonna lie to you.

I'm talking to my pain-in-the-ass boss.

See, I got problems, too, all right?

Sarge, Jill called

saying that Kilbane and the 5-4 and the system failed her

and she wants to kill herself.

And you're the guy that's gonna keep her alive?

I'm the one on the phone with her.

Bedside manner isn't your forte.

Well, pardon me.

: Get TARU down here to pinpoint her location

and get me somewhere quiet to talk.

Jill, are you there?

Not for long.

This is Stavros from coffee shop.

Hey, Stavros, what's up?

I'm victim of a crime.

Counterfeit $50 bill.

From that girl in front of us today?

Yes, the girl on the bike.

You're police, so I call you.

No, you did the right thing, Stavros.

Do me a favor, hold on to that bill, okay?

All right, thank you.

Hey, what's up?

Uh, Maya today gave Stavros a fake 50.

So the future Mrs. Jamie Reagan is a crook.

Like you know where every bill that you have came from?

Aw.

Her white knight.

I'm just saying, she could've picked it up making a delivery.

Well, you got her number, right?

Perfect reason to call her.

It is, huh?

No! Put that on speakerphone.

She gave me a fake number.

Or, you know, maybe she runs a sushi joint in her spare time.

So, what do you want to do?

You want to go after that fake 50?

No.

First, we find Maya.

What? Maya? She's riding all around town.

Yeah, well Blaze Courier is over on 53rd.

They'll know where she is. Come on, shorty.

You cops think you're so smart.

Do you even realize how you ruin people's lives

with your promises?

Well, who promised you something? Detective Kilbane?

Yeah, him, everyone,

and my life still went to crap.

Okay, well, I'm not him.

Yeah, you could've fooled me.

Same smug voice.