So, next weekend, I'm going to be in Baltimore
for the DA's conference,
which means Grandpa is going to stay over,
so be prepared for Westerns,
and try to act interested.
And you are not listening to me.
Look at how cute that little girl is.
Yeah, she's adorable.
Hi.
(snaps)
Dad's kind of a jerk.
Unfortunately, that is not a crime.
Five minutes ago.
What do you mean?
Five minutes ago, you were that age.
Feels like a hundred years ago.
Hmm. Just you wait, young lady.
I know. Pretty soon, I'll be out of school,
and I'll have a job like you,
and then, I'll have a bratty kid of my own.
I am just saying that it goes by fast,
so you should enjoy this age.
You know what I'd really enjoy? Hmm?
If you let me stay by myself for once
when you go away for the weekend.
Finish your breakfast.
I don't care what the United Nations says.
That particular nation owes my city
over $2 million of unpaid parking tickets.
Yes, sir. Dino.
Figure out some kind of insider insult in that
culture and have it delivered to their embassy,
courtesy of this office.
Bad idea, Frank.
Then come up with a better one.
I didn't expect to see you this morning.
You told me to deliver the news
even if it's not something you want to hear.
Should Garrett be in on this?
Yes.
The department chaplain, Father Markham,
got picked up on a DWI about an hour ago in the 8th.
At 9:00 in the morning?
It's 5:00 somewhere, as they say.
Where was he stopped?
This time, on the West Side Highway.
This time? Turns out,
it's the fourth time in two months, and this morning,
he rear-ended another car. The lady was fine.
She, uh, refused medical aid at the scene.
The PC's office might want to reach out to her,
make sure she's doing okay.
Let legal handle it.
A goodwill gesture?
Could look like a cover-up.
Understood.
Where is he being held?
Actually, he's sleeping it off
in the back room at McDerry's.
(sighs)
I'm not sure I heard you correctly.
The officer who made the initial stop realized
he was our chaplain,
and he was trying to do the right thing by him.
(sighs) Which is why I never heard about the other three DWIs.
Each time he got popped,
it went farther up the chain of command,
and now that we have an accident report to fill out...
It landed on your desk.
And now, on yours.
(sighs)
(crowd chatter)
How's everything over here, Erin?
Delicious, as always.
I'll take this when you're ready.
Thanks.
So, what's the rest of your day like?
Boring class, boring class, fun lunch.
Boring class, boring class, boring class...
Okay, can you please try to make me feel like
you are ready to apply to college next year?
What in the world?!
What's wrong, Ruth?
That little girl who was just here?
Why would she write that?
Go see if she's still outside.
We knew there was something weird with them.
Okay, um, did they pay by credit card?
No. Cash.
(horns honking, crowd chatter)
Excuse me. I'm sorry. I'm an assistant district attorney
from Manhattan.
I'm wondering if anyone knew the man who was sitting here
with a little girl, or if you had gotten a good look
at his face?
Mom, they're gone.
(sighs)
NICKY: Uncle Danny.
Hey. Hi.
Your mom said something about a little girl in trouble.
What's going on?
She was hear eating breakfast, and she wrote this note. Look.
Where did she go? She left with her dad.
DANNY: How do you know it was her dad?
Oh, God, what if it wasn't her dad?
What if he's just some creep who kidnapped her?
Relax. Maybe she's just playing a prank. It happens.
Did anyone touch this table after they left?
No. Mom asked the waitresses to show her the security tape.
Hey. Thanks for coming.
You do know that I have a day job, right?
Yeah. Did she show you the placemat?
Yes.
I also remember the time she got lost for all of five minutes
at the Thanksgiving Day parade, and you still wanted Dad
to call in the aviation unit.
Okay, I am not overreacting on this. Uh-huh.
Yeah, she's right. There was something weird
about the girl's dad. I knew we should have said something.
Yeah, and maybe you should have done
a stop-and-frisk while you're at it.
Video. I'm joking.
Okay, so, that camera caught them
on the way out.
And, look, she looks about eight years old to me.
DANNY: Uh-huh. Eight years old, brown hair, red windbreaker.
I can't make his face out.
There's not much to go on here, sis.
'Cause his head's turned away.
This is the camera over the front door.
We can only see the top of his head.
Very observant.
ERIN: Okay, you see that? DANNY: Mm-hmm.
He went to hold her hand, and
she wouldn't let him.
Okay, I had an eight-year-old who didn't want
to hold my hand in public, too, sis.
Just watch.
Okay, you see that? You wouldn't do that.
Okay. Fair enough.
But I still can't tell if this is a matter
for children's services or the police.
Actually, hold that. Hold that. Rewind.
Freeze it right there.
Those look like karate pants, which would make that...
a dojo patch.
I'm gonna need the tape, all right? Sure.
So, you'll find her, Uncle Danny?
I'll find the karate school and see if I can ID her.
If there's something going on with this girl,
I will find out, and I'll let you both know.
Thank you. Thanks, Uncle Danny.
Okay.
I'm gonna need a single egg, ham and cheddar on a roll. To go.
(siren wailing)
You're right, Detective.
It is a dragon on the bottom of the pants leg.
Okay, I need to know if those letters
are the name of a dojo.
I'll see what I can do. All right.
You got an early start.
Keep working on that, all right?
Yeah, I caught a case on the way in. Well, sort of.
Like we don't have enough already?
It's a favor for my sister.
Her and my niece were out to breakfast,
and a little girl at the table next to 'em left a note
saying, "Help me," and then, she kind of disappeared.
Did you check with missing persons?
Yes, and an AMBER Alert. Nothing on both counts.
Come on, Reagan. You know that until a ransom demand is made,
it's not a kidnapping.
I know, I know.
We'll just give it a little time.
If nothing pops, we'll turn it over to ACS,
and we'll get back to our own cases, all right?
Detective?
You were able to enhance it?
Enough to get the name of the school. And?
Gotham Karate Academy.
Beautiful. Let's go.
So, does this mean we can catch cases from my family, too?
'Cause, you know, my sister--
she's been nagging me to find her a boyfriend.
That's funny. Can I drive?
That's funnier.
JAMIE: Their M.O. is pretty straightforward, actually.
They, uh, come in as a couple,
both wearing a hat and sunglasses,
ask to see the diamonds in your highest range.
He plays the bored husband, says he'll wait outside.
You buzz him out.
He holds the door, she whips out a hammer,
smashes the case, grabs everything she can.
And then, off they go.
Oh, my.
It's not going to happen to you.
We're gonna make sure we stop it in its tracks.
They look swarthy.
Are they Middle Eastern?
Uh, description has them ID'd
as Latino or Hispanic.
Where do I come in?
You're to handle store business as usual.
You're not to draw your weapon under any circumstances.
Oh.
Okay.
So, let's, uh, open up and hope for an uneventful day.
(grunting and shouting)
MAN: One. (shouting)
Two. (shouting)
(grunts) (shouting)
One... two... (grunting)
Excuse me? Sansei?
Little help here?
Yeah, if you guys want to enroll, just take a seat,
I'll be with you in, like,
ten minutes or so when class is done.
Not that kind of help.
This little girl-- is she a student here in your class?
Yeah. Lottie Holden.
Lottie Holden. What can you tell us about her?
I don't know. She's a sweet girl.
Hmm. When was the last time you saw her?
Two nights ago... in class.
Look, is everything okay?
Mm, the man in the picture with her--
is that her dad?
Not the way I remember him.
That guy looks too tall.
And her dad's got curly hair.
Her parents still together?
Yeah. Yeah, Lottie talks about them all the time.
We need to contact them.
All right, well, they run a travel agency.
13th and, um, Walter.
Holden Euro Travel.
Thanks. MAN: One...
(bells tolling)
MAN: And my wife-- you know,
she has no interest in, um, marital relations?
So, I'm just tempted as tempted could be
with this, uh, coworker.
You know, and why not?
If your wife gave up beer,
does that mean you have to give up beer?
Yeah, exactly.
Pay the attention to your wife that you're paying to this
coworker.
She may surprise you.
Keep it in your pants till she does.
Uh, thank you, Father.
Say three Hail Marys for strength.
Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.
Frank?
Actually, I had a pretty good week.
You sobered up? Yes.
Good.
Get down to the 8th precinct and turn yourself in.
You'll be book, arraigned and released
on your own recognizance.
Even priests do penance, Jerry.
WOMAN: Please check again.
I need to get them through customs
in Maribor.
Mrs. Holden.
Yes. Uh, where would you like to vacation today?
Um, Dubrovnik is lovely
and a great deal this time of year.
We're not vacationing. We're investigating.
Detective Reagan and Baez.
You're police?
Is your husband here, Mrs. Holden?
He really should be in on this, too.
Um, Scott went to passport agency.
Hmm. Um,
well, we have a few questions about your daughter, Lottie.
Why?
Is something wrong?
Well, she left a note
asking for help in a diner in Midtown this morning.
What?
This man took her away.
This is...
this is my husband.
Sure about that?
Of course. (chuckles)
I know my own husband.
He took Lottie for breakfast this morning before work.
Is that a crime?
Nope.
Why would she ask for help?
Our daughter loves to play jokes, so...
Misunderstanding.
Well, sorry to waste your time then.
Maybe you need to get your eyes checked.
That woman was lying her ass off. I don't think she wanted
to be seen talking to the cops. Okay, what do we do?
We'll talk to her husband.
Hey, Scott, hey!
Play along.
Hey. Good to see you.
How's it going? Uh, have we met? Great.
Detective Reagan. This is Detective Baez.
You play along, okay?
Give us a smile. There you g...
Big smile. There you go.
What-what is this about?
Your daughter Lottie.
Which means you're gonna
grab your wife, you're gonna meet us
at the diner around the corner in 15 minutes,
all right? We'll see you there. Y... Well,
we can't be seen talking to the police.
We're not the police. We're just a couple of old friends
from the past. Get your wife. Hurry up.
30 grand for a watch.
Aren't I worth it, lamb chop? (doorbell rings)
Maybe that replica... No.
(buzzer sounds)
Mr. Bayless.
How have you been?
I've been better.
I-I'm sorry. What's-what's your name again?
Brian.
Thanks for asking, Brian.
Big day's coming up pretty soon, isn't it?
Big day? (chuckles)
It was supposed to be yesterday.
Supposed to be...
You postponed?
My fiancée canceled the wedding.
The day before yesterday.
Oh, my.
Yeah.
Probably more information than you wanted to know.
I'm so sorry for your trouble.
How can we be of assistance?
I have the, uh... the-the receipt.
Let me just take a look.
I mean, she-she hardly even wore it. She, uh...
she's a landscape designer, and she didn't want to ruin it.
Anyway,
I'd just... like my money back.
I'm sorry, Mr. Bayless, but this is a custom piece.
There are no refunds.
It says here on the receipt. I don't care what it says
on the receipt!
It's-it's an $8,000 ring
that I never want to see again.
Take it easy, bud. These are...
These are good people. I'm sure we can help you out.
Who are you? I'm just a guy.
This your girlfriend?
Yeah.
She looks nice.
So you probably want to stay away from me, pal.
I might be contagious.
With what?
Bad luck. Look, I...
I don't want to cause any trouble here.
I just want what I came in for, which is the money...
I can give you store credit. That's the best...
Why would I ever want to buy something else... Sir!
I'm going to have to ask you to leave.
What are you gonna do, arrest me?
Come on, sir. Let's go.
Get your hands off me. Hey.
Hey! Hey, guy!
Hey! (shouting)
Whoa, whoa, hey.
No-Nobody move.
What'd you do that for, huh?
I just want what's mine.
Okay, well, that gun's not yours,
so why don't you just put it down?
Shut up! My boyfriend's a lawyer.
Listen to him before this gets any worse.
I'm done listening! (panting)
I've listened to so much crap over the last two days!
Okay, look, nobody's gonna say another word.
All right? You just put the gun down,
and we'll all walk away.
Nobody's going anywhere. (shuddering breath)
Go to the back.
Everyone. Move!
Why don't you sit down.
We know you're afraid.
We're here to help.
Brijita,
we have to talk.
And what if something happens to her?
We have to leave.
Hey. Little girl's life is in danger.
Nobody leaves until we get the truth.
Talk to us, Mrs. Holden.
What's going on with your daughter?
Lottie was kidnapped.
It happened two days ago.
I went to pick up Lottie after karate class,
and she wasn't there.
And then-then he called. He said he'd taken her,
and we have 48 hours to get him what he wants.
And that if we even think of going to police
that he will know.
What is he asking for? How much?
He-he doesn't want money.
He wants his people flown from Zagreb.
In Croatia?
We specialize in travel there.
I'm Croat.
It's a growing market.
He came in a few days ago.
He said his name was Bodan Vidoslav,
and he wanted to buy tickets for two,
uh, business associates to fly here.
That didn't strike you as odd?
No, he seemed normal. I mean, he filled out all the forms.
I mean, we even have copies of his driver's license.
We're gonna need all of that.
We started to arrange travel and then I get a call
from my friend in Croatian consulate
that the men he was trying to bring here
were flagged by Interpol as Croatian mob.
Hit men or something.
They said his name was fake, too.
They told us to call him back, say that there was a...
a problem with his visas, refund his money
and just walk away and let Interpol
handle it.
What happened when you told him that?
That's when he... lost it?
No, no. He said, "Fine."
He just walked away and, uh, took his money and left.
And then he took Lottie
and said that if we didn't find a way to bring them in here...
...that he would kill her.
When does the clock run out?
He's going to call at 9:00
to arrange the swap, but...
his associates
aren't on the plane.
We couldn't make it happen.
Please. Please.
She's our baby.
She's everything to us.
We'll get her back to you,
safe and sound.
(whispers): Reagan, tell me why we're not just gonna shoot this guy.
(quietly): We draw, he fires--
someone's gonna get killed.
Hey.
My name is Jamie, and this is Eddie.
And I'm screwed. You don't have to tell me.
No, you're not.
What's your name?
Grady.
Grady. Okay. I'm a criminal defense attorney.
All right? Can we take 30 seconds to walk through
where we are right now?
Talk.
Okay.
Right now, the only charges against you
are menacing and unlawful imprisonment,
and that's only if someone presses them.
No one's gonna press charges here.
Okay?
A-And I'll give you a full refund.
Cash? I don't have that kind of cash in the store.
You'll go back on it.
Cancel the check.
Hey! Get up! JAMIE: Grady...
Grady, I'm trying to help you right now
because you're not doing a very good job of that yourself, okay?
How long since you slept?
Long.
Go! Open the register!
There's maybe $200 and change in there.
And you touch a single dollar, that makes this
armed robbery, which you didn't
come here to do or you would've
brought your own gun.
I just came to get my money back!
Grady, what's her name?
Who?
The bitch.
She's-she's not a bitch.
Is she worth losing your life over?
Look, please, I don't even know you, lady.
No one is worth that.
No one.
Her name's Alyssa.
Here's the text of the remarks
you'll be giving to the governor's council tomorrow.
And I pushed the Battery Park town hall
till next week. Thank you.
There's more.
I also went over to the chaplain's office
and did a little asking around
about Father Markham.
And why would you do that?
Because I know he's a friend of yours, Frank,
and you'd think it'd be out of line to do it yourself.
I see.
Seems his... drinking
started accelerating about five months ago,
around the time a cop he'd been counseling
took his own life.
Some sergeant he'd been in the trenches with
during and after 9/11.
Jimmy Luckland.
How'd you know?
I only heard he passed away.
Luckland invested out about four years ago
and kind of fell off the grid.
Even stopped cashing his pension checks, but apparently
Father Markham stuck with him.
Damn it.
Not to sound harsh,
but don't chaplains deal with cops dying all the time?
Jimmy Luckland wasn't just another cop to Jerry Markham.
Working the pile, me and Jimmy, and a lot of other guys,
took refuge in St. Paul's Chapel.
Slept in the pews.
Father Markham was there, too?
(sighs): Feeding us, praying with us.
Jimmy cracked up.
Couldn't go in anymore.
Jerry stayed by his side.
Made him his right hand, made sure he felt...
that he still belonged down there.
Sir, Father Markham's on the line,
says he needs to come see you.
Won't take long.
I'm out.
Yes, sir.
He's gonna resign.
And then on Monday, we were gonna go to...
Nigeria to work on a...
a clean-water project
for our honeymoon. Hm.
Yeah, we're weird like that.
That's not weird, that's doing something good.
We're not a "we" anymore.
Maybe she just... got cold feet.
No. She's in... she's in love with another guy.
She couldn't have been nicer about it, but...
and now I'm...
going on this...
(crying): trip to Africa...
...all alone.
And you just thought that if you could get a refund...
you could use the money there?
D-Do you know how much $8,000 can buy there?
How much good it can do?
You're not going to Nigeria on Monday...
Grady, but... with a smart lawyer
and the right ADA-- which I can help you with--
you can get there real soon.
But you've got to end this, okay?
Right now.
Okay, you want a hostage?
I'll stay.
We'll stay here together
and we'll work this out, all right?
But you got to let these people go.
That's the deal.
(buzzer sounds)
Go.
Go!
Reagan, Reagan, I'm not leaving you with him.
Call for backup. Reagan...
Go before I change my mind!
(buzzer sounds)
Police! Drop the gun! What? Wait!
I thought you said you were a lawyer! Put it down!
I'm also a New York City cop. Put it on the ground right now!
(grunts in pain)
Sorry, Grady. You're under arrest.
You had me for a second. (groans) (handcuffs clacking)
I thought you actually gave a damn.
I do-- otherwise you'd be dead.
Hey. You got the ID the kidnapper gave the Holdens? Yeah.
Like Interpol said, the name Vidoslav
is fictitious.
Yeah, his name might be fictitious,
but he can't fake the ugly face.
Which is why I'm running it
through facial recognition, see if it matches up
with any other hump.
How they doing?
DANNY: About as well as can be expected.
A lot better than I'd be doing
if my kid was out there with that maniac.
Well, hopefully, he's just some dummy.
I mean, he did break the number-one rule of kidnapping--
don't take your victim out for pancakes. Yeah.
I got a bad feeling that just means he doesn't give a damn.
(computer beeps twice) Okay, here we go.
Vigor Kovacs. Okay.
OCCB says he's a mid-level Croatian gangster over here.
Surprise, surprise. Well, if he's bringing hit men to the U.S.
he's not planning on becoming a choirboy anytime soon. No.
Mr. Holden said this guy Kovacs didn't even know
the associates he was bringing over here.
He said he had their information on a piece of paper,
like they, uh, like they were recommended from somebody else.
What are you thinking? I'm thinking maybe we could surprise this guy Kovacs.
I mean, if he doesn't know the guys, he's never seen
the guys, he doesn't know what they look like.
If we inserted two of our guys to go make the switch...
Well, we better make it quick--
we only have a few hours left until he calls.
Let's make some calls of our own.
*
(elevator bell dings)
Erin. Hey, you got a minute?
Barely. What's up?
I need your help.
Made a collar earlier today, kind of a complicated situation,
and the prosecutor that I caught in ECAB will only see things in black and white.
Is he calling it a bad collar? No, the opposite.
I tried to tell him all the mitigating factors,
but he seemed determined to just nail this guy to the wall.
You know, criminal possession of a weapon, robbery one,
robbery three, unlawful imprisonment.
Was it a hostage situation?
Yeah, and I was one of them.
Wait. What? It's not as bad as it sounds.
Nobody got hurt.
The guy gave it up.
And I looked up his sheet,
and he's never had so much as a speeding ticket before.
What's your stake in this, Jamie?
He's just a regular guy that snapped.
I mean, throwing him into the system
is not an answer unless the question is:
What can we do to make a bad situation worse?
Okay, why did he snap?
His fiancée dumped him the day before the wedding.
He went to return the ring, but they wouldn't take it back.
Okay, well, you know I can't just waltz in there
and override another ADA's charges.
But you can sweet-talk, though.
Says the man who's trying to sweet-talk me.
(laughs)
What's his name?
Grady Bayless.
I will look into it.
Thanks.
*
S-So why hasn't he called us yet?
I mean, the 48 hours are up.
We have ten minutes left. Just try and stay calm.
Well, what if he found out we're here?
Maybe he's already killed her!
Scott, please, try and relax. Sit down.
(ringing)
DANNY: This is it. Quiet down out there.
Everyone settle. You good?
Scott, you okay?
You ready?
(whispers): Nice and calm.
(beep)
Hello?
You went to the cops.
What? No. No, we didn't.
I saw you on the street talking to two people in suits.
Uh, no, that...
that was my brother and his wife.
He, uh, he's an accountant.
We all went for coffee.
The police aren't involved. I swear.
So my people are on the plane?
Y-Yeah. Royal Eastern Air,
arrives 8:30 tomorrow morning.
I knew you can do it with the proper motivation.
So we'll meet them coming off the flight?
No. We can't do it at the airport.
That was the plan.
I know. But I had to use fake passports to get them here,
so the faster they're gone, the better.
I'll pick them up, and...
and drop them at my office.
Bring Lottie, and we'll make the trade there.
Okay.
But not at your office.
In the park down the street.
Any tricks, and your daughter dies.
Please let us talk to Lottie
just we know she's okay.
Mommy! Mommy!
(beep)
Did you get a location on him?
He redirected it somehow. It's pinging
all over the five boroughs.
This guy's good.
Yeah. We're gonna have to be better.
I'm sorry about Jimmy.
I let him fall off my radar.
You and everybody else.
Jerry, you've been dealing with loss for a long time,
a lot of years.
Why this time?
Why this time what?
It sent you diving into a whiskey bottle.
You really want to talk about my drinking?
Not in the least.
But when four DUI's land on my desk,
you don't leave me much choice.
I'll budget for cabs; let's leave it at that.
Let's not.
The Thursday noon-to-1:00 confessions...
used to have 50 cops go through here.
(quietly): And now?
Spiritual problems became chemical imbalances.
Crises of faith became a form of PTSD.
There's a pill and a professional for every crisis now,
and a chaplain may as well be a guy
with a typewriter repair shop same block as an Apple store.
Self-pity has never been your style.
You have to change with the times. Knock it off!
I appreciate your coming in person, Frank.
Looks like I can close up early.
Jerry... Nobody's coming, Frank.
And even if they did, I couldn't do anything for them anymore.
Stand your post, Jerry.
I don't know, Frank.
Day comes keeping faith feels just like waiting by a phone...
never rings.
Screw it.
*
(siren chirping)
Eight exits, two playgrounds.
This park is gonna be a nightmare.
Why do you think Kovacs chose it?
Guess he's not a dummy after all.
Hey. You our guys?
Which one's Croatian? I am. Name's Horvat.
All right, Horvat, this guy asks any questions at all,
you do the talking. You, just stand there and look Croatian.
Copy that, Detective.
Both of you, there's a little girl involved,
so, I don't want to see any guns until she's out of danger, okay?
Scott, you ready?
All right, we'll be near her the whole time.
Kovacs brings Lottie forward,
don't do anything, don't try to be a hero.
Just let these guys do their jobs, all right?
Keep your head down,
we'll get your girl back to you, make the trade.
Okay. All right, let's go. The clock's ticking.
(crowd chatter)
You got eyes on him yet, partner?
Not so far.
Horvat, everything okay with you guys?
It's all good here, Detective.
I got him. He's coming in from the east with the girl.
Scott, start walking over. Carefully.
Lottie?
Daddy?
It's okay, Lottie.
Stop right there.
Please. I brought them like you asked.
Just let her go.
Who's the mayor of Zagreb?
Milan Bandic.
In Zagreb, what highway
runs to Rijeka?
What highway runs to Rijeka?
Kovacs, never mind him.
He's shy. (Lottie yells)
Those are not my men.
Kovacs?
Let the girl go.
Come on, I know you got a heart.
You don't want to kill a little girl.
You're right.
Lottie! (yelling)
Lottie! Lottie!
DANNY: Hold it!
(indistinct shouting)
It's okay, Lottie.
Come with me.
(people screaming, shouting)
(indistinct shouting)
Kovacs!
(gunshots, woman screaming)
(Danny grunts, people yelling and screaming)
MAN: Come on! Come on!
(grunting)
Stay down!
Hold it!
(tires screech, woman screams)
Hold it!
(indistinct shouting)
I got the girl. It's over.
You ain't gonna shoot me in the back.
Try me.
(brakes squealing, woman screaming)
Guess I won't have to.
(indistinct chatter)
Stay in the vehicles.
WOMAN: Oh, my gosh.
He done?
Yeah, he forgot to look both ways.
How's Lottie?
Got to get her to the hospital to be sure,
but from the way she hugged her dad, yeah, she'll be fine.
Oh, that's all that matters.
Cold cuff him.
I got a phone call this morning from Pirate Bob,
who says that the blues are running so thick
off the Rockaway Inlet,
they're calling it catching instead of fishing.
We should book it.
Yeah, when's available?
Tuesday dawn.
Sounds great. Count me in.
(Henry laughs)
What?! You don't like to fish.
Yeah, but I like to catch.
You have the attention span of a gnat.
Thanks, Dad.
Danny's going fishing.
Jamie, I just got a text.
Know that collar you asked me to look into?
Yeah, Grady Bayless.
Yeah. Hung himself in his cell at Rikers this morning.
I'm sorry.
Damn.
You okay?
Yeah. May he rest in peace, huh?
NICKY: ...which we are about to receive from thy bounty.
Through Christ our Lord. Amen.
ALL: Amen.
Did anybody else think church was really boring today?
Not me.
SEAN: Brownnoser. You did, too.
Hey.
Tell us how you really feel, Sean.
Well, you weren't the only one who was bored.
Grandpa was nodding off.
I was engaged in contemplation.
Sean, I'm not sure the point
of going to church is to be entertained.
I'm not saying entertained,
but, you know, just interested.
You know what I like to do?
Daydream.
You know where you're going with this?
Yes, I do.
I listen to the sermon and what
it says about faith and mercy
and perseverance,
and I just try to apply it
to something that's relevant in my own life.
Okay.
Like what? Like...
say, the sermon is about faith.
Like it was today. Yeah.
Faith can be a very vague idea
until you put it in your own
words and thoughts. Right.
So, maybe try
thinking of God's plan for you
if, say, for instance, you had a penalty kick
in a tie game with seconds left on the clock.
Yeah. I see.
There you go.
But all we play is other Catholic schools.
How can God take sides?
Faith isn't about results exactly.
Or about keeping score
really.
Well, I didn't mean it literally.
It's complicated.
Even when you grow up.
DANNY: That's right.
It's not all about guarantees, boys.
Mm-hmm. It's just faith.
I'm really confused.
Me, too.
'Cause it is confusing,
because even when you do what seems like the right thing,
sometimes... things still turn out wrong.
Can shake your faith.
Anybody's.
(ball bouncing on ground)
Police! Freeze!
They let deputy commissioners
say that?
I'm not sure, but I always wanted to, so...
You banged in sick. You don't look sick to me.
Thanks, Doc.
Don't you want to know how I knew you'd be here?
Somebody gave you a list of likely locations
and sticking their nose in my business?
Good guess, but wrong.
How?
Your father needs a favor.
What kind of favor?
Pump a guy up?
I'm not his guy, not today.
Do you really want me to go back and report that?
This an order?
When he asks a favor...
I file it under order.
You?
Where's the guy?
I'm dropping you. I need to change for this?
No. It's come-as-you-are.
(knocking on window)
You're not coming?
No.
Who am I looking for then?
Oh, he'll find you... or you'll find him.
(sighs)
Can I help you?
Not really sure what I'm doing here.
I was sent here by my father-- Commissioner Reagan?
I can't say I got the memo, either.
Father Markham.
Jamie Reagan.
I'm, uh, department chaplain.
Ah.
Something on your mind?
Nothing I can't figure out on my own.
No disrespect.
None taken.
Good day, Father.
Listen, I was...
I just put a pot of coffee on over in the rectory.
I make damned good coffee.
You came all the way out here.
At least join me for a cup?
Sure. Thank you, Father.
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