Blue Bloods

What a way to start the day.

What do we got? On patrol, everything's quiet.

All of a sudden we see her climbing out that window.

Didn't even have time to tell her to get back.

She jumps and hangs herself.

I still can't believe it. Anyone else around?

Homeless guy, but he booked.

I did see a cleaning crew

working in that building across the street.

Let's go find out what they saw. I'll catch up with you.

You in charge here? Yes.

Clive Houk. Executive manager.

Houk? Houk, uh, Hotel Group?

The guys gobbling up all the properties around the city?

We acquired this property last year.

I came from Eindhoven to personally oversee it.

And you end up with a guest taking a leap, huh? Oh, no.

She's not a guest.

She's one of our housekeepers.

Daria Yuval.

Even in the eight months that I've been here,

we're like a family.

Did she ever say anything to you about being unhappy

about anything? Nothing.

And I'll do whatever I can to help.

We all will.

First things first, let's get her down.

We don't want the city waking up, seeing her like that.

What are we doing here and not in our office?

This is my other office.

No, this is a coffee shop.

My other office where I conduct unofficial business.

Sit down.

What unofficial business could we have?

Him.

Him who?

Mario Vangelis.

Your brother collared him a couple years back

on racketeering and attempted murder charges.

That's official business, no?

An investigator pal of mine

working on his defense gave me a whistle.

Vangelis's trial is finally coming up,

and suddenly he has information he wants to trade.

So? I'm not the prosecutor on it.

Solid information, with forensic evidence,

about corruption in ouroffice.

A gangster trying to smear the office

that's trying to convict him?

It could be just that, or it couldn't.

Still, if I consider the source...

Also consider that when a guy like Vangelis

says he knows where the bodies are buried,

there's usually a body, buried.

Good morning, Reagan.

Good morning. Good RDOs?

Yeah, very relaxing, thank you.

I guess you didn't see it.

See what?

Hey, boss, come look at this.

This is last night, check-cashing joint

in Hamilton Heights.

Guard comes for the day's haul.

Bad guy pops him without so much as a word.

Yikes. Yeah, it gets worse.

Guard's hanging on by a thread but still manages

to put two in the guy; Didn't slow him down a step.

He's got to be wearing a vest, right?

Yeah. Let that be a reminder to you guys: Perps are better armed

and better protected than ever out there, so...

watch your back and watch your partner's back.

Yes, sir. Wise words, folks.

Why's IAB in the house? We took over

the investigation from the precinct detective squad.

Perp's vest was found ditched a couple blocks away.

And? And the serial number

on it says it belongs to you, Sergeant Reagan.

Your noon tabletop with Homeland Security got pushed.

Director apparently has the flu.

My sympathies to him.

But your 11:00 a.m. with Mayor Poole is still on.

What else?

The rest of the day is per the published schedule.

Except for what?

Sir?

Poole was two mayors ago.

Did I say Poole, not Chase?

Because the "what else" will either upset me,

or you're not sure it rises to my level.

The latter.

Okay. Out with it.

Last night, Brian was at a charity event in Mapleton.

Guy from the 8-0 comes up to him,

says a civilian reached out to him

needing to get a message to his "old pal" Frank Reagan.

So third-hand, with all the sketchy trimmings.

Hence my hesitation.

Civilian have a name?

He didn't think you'd remember him.

But he said to say, "If you sweep, you see."

That ring a bell?

Yeah.

My first exposure to the art of spin.

But sweeping was the least of it.

Most of it was on my hands and knees scraping up Dots

and Jujubes and Turkish Taffy and God knows what else.

Hmm.

Well, he also said to say that he would have come here himself,

but he can't.

Reschedule the mayor.

Daria Yuval, 38 years old.

Yep.

Why'd you do this to yourself, Ms. Yuval?

Hey, Reagan.

You're not gonna believe th...

You first.

There's no suicide note,

and the bruising on her neck looks more consistent

with hands choking her than being caused by this bedsheet.

Which explains what the cleaning crew in the next building saw:

Someone in the dark behind our vic

shoving her out the window.

You and you, out.

Lock it down.

Okay, so just, um, comp their breakfasts and, um,

tell them that we will have them back into their rooms ASAP.

Good. Yeah.

Ah. Some of the, uh,

guests are quite upset that we have closed off this floor.

Mm-hmm. So, are you done yet?

No, not even close. Daria didn't kill herself.

Someone did it for her.

Oh, my God.

So we'll need security tapes,

key card logs and interviews with everyone in the hotel,

top to bottom.

Oh, but, uh... but is that really necessary?

Mr. "I'll Help Any Way I Can" sure left the building fast.

We are already under severe financial pressure.

A murder could ruin this place.

Would an unsolved murder be better?

But isn't there a better way?

No, there's ourway... We're gonna do our jobs,

you're not gonna give us any flack, and that's that, okay?

Toby! DANNY: I thought I told you

to lock off this floor!

Yes. Uh, Miss-Miss Copley,

what are you doing?

I heard about Daria.

It's so terrible what happened.

Get her out of here. Sorry, Detective.

Wait. But maybe I could help.

Lock off the floor.

I'm so, so sorry.

Elle has been living here for months,

so she, uh, she knows all the employees.

Someone must have given her the override code.

Hmm. Oh, well, maybe we'll start by discussing

your incredibly tight security, then, huh?

It was here on Friday when I left.

You always leave this unlocked?

It was locked.

Someone must have cut it off.

And your service weapon on Friday?

It's right here. I took it home to clean. Sergeant,

where were you last night at 2220 hours?

I was driving home from the Catskills.

Alone? No. With my wife.

We stayed in a cabin there over the weekend.

Anyone not related to you able to vouch for that?

The woman at the front desk who checked us out.

The kid who sold us gas in Ellenville

on the way home.

You're acting like I'm a suspect.

Got to be thorough. Well, maybe you should focus less on me

and more on the guy who put this guard on death's doorstep.

No need to be testy.

He was wearing my vest when he did it.

Maybe I got the right.

Look, where do we start here? "We"?

Yeah. I can help. I should help.

No, you should be worried that someone ripped you off

in a house you supposedly help run.

Now, if you don't mind,

this locker room is a crime scene.

Mr. K.

Oh, man!

Come on in!

My God.

Look at you.

Last time I saw you, you were at least

a foot shorter than me.

Well, hey, I was 15 years old.

Didn't take me long to shoot past you, shorty.

Oh, always with the mouth.

: Look who's talking.

Lot of memories.

Yeah.

Can I sit in your chair?

Be my guest.