DANNY: Ma'am, please,
is there anything I can do
to get you to reconsider?
Please?
Great, thanks for nothing.
Our sole witness in the Bardo murder will not testify now.
Screwed on Upchurch, too.
Ballistics don't match the gun we recovered.
Can't people just take a break from killing each other
long enough for us to catch up on all these cases?
Detective Reagan? Not now, Meyers.
We're swamped. Danny.
Says she's a friend of yours.
She is. Thank you.
Hey, Naomi.
Detective Maria Baez,
Naomi Dixon.
I was her husband's first partner when
he got his gold shield. One of my best partners ever.
Uh, second to you, of course.
But, uh, I taught him everything I know. Oh.
What'd that take-- five minutes?
Very funny. BAEZ: Nice to meet you, Naomi.
You too. You good?
You're not good. Um, why don't we go... Can we talk?
Yeah, of course.
Uh, hold down the fort, okay?
What's going on? Everything okay?
(sighs)
So, John's been on an undercover assignment
for the last few months.
But he's in over his head.
Is he in danger? From who he's with?
I don't know a lot of the details.
But he's just not himself anymore.
He drinks now. Uh-huh.
And yells at the kids
and he stays out for days on end.
And last week I caught him snorting cocaine.
So, he's drinking and drugging?
And he says, "Well, it's just to fit in with the criminals."
But all he cares about is making this case
and screw the rest of us.
Look, you know I'd do anything for you and John.
This is probably something you should address with his handler
at the department. And so he gets thrown off the job
and then he hates us even more?
No, you have got to talk to him.
You know he looks up to you.
Naomi, I-I...
Please, Danny. He will listen to you.
And this is our family.
Okay.
The Village People, really?
Won our fifth-grade talent show.
What did you go as? Please say Leatherman.
The cop.
Oh. Girls went so wild for me in uniform
I knew I'd found my calling.
I learn something new about you every day.
Pretty cool, right?
Didn't say that.
Wallets out, partner.
First rule of patrol:
never pass up a kid selling something homemade.
Wouldn't dream of it.
Hi. Hi.
Two cocoas, please.
Do you want a cookie too?
I made oatmeal and chocolate chip.
Sold on both.
JANKO: "All proceeds go to my new puppy fund."
Oh, no, did you lose your dog?
No, someone stole Mr. Pickles last week.
What? I brought him out to pee
and this guy ran up and grabbed him.
And I tried to hold on to the leash,
but he shoved me and drove off in a red car with him.
You called 911, right? No.
My dad said police don't help people like us.
That's not true. What's your name?
Elyse. All right, Elyse,
we're gonna take our cocoas and our cookies
and your statement on exactly what happened with Mr. Pickles.
Hello, neighbor.
Henry. I didn't know you shopped here. When the sale is good.
Though with prices these days,
I may give up eating altogether. (chuckles)
You stocking up?
Oh.
These.
These are just... I-I mean, they...
You mean what?
How is your family?
Donna, is everything okay?
I can't buy a gift card?
Look, did someone ask you to buy these?
I don't mean to pry...
Then... don't.
Donna.
It's nice seeing you, Henry.
JOE: Hey.
Figured I'd stop by, wish my dad a happy birthday.
Great minds.
Except...
Oh, my God.
(sighs)
This just ain't right.
Okay.
Joe.
(panting)
I'm gonna find whoever did this
and I'm gonna bury them.
I got this.
I'll put Nuciforo on it right away.
You're gonna delegate this?
This was my dad.
And my son.
Besides, you've got a task force case to take down.
How do you know that?
I keep tabs on family.
Helps me worry less, or...
so I tell myself. Well,
I'll bang in sick. This is way more important.
I'd like to handle this.
That an order?
I'm asking.
As his father.
Sorry, Dad.
* *
But back then, as your partner,
John Dixon was squared away?
Yeah, he was a great guy.
He was a hard charger, like a Mini-Me.
That's why we clicked so well.
That's him.
Johnny Druhan!
Danny?
It's Detective Reagan and my partner Detective Baez.
Play along.
So you know I'm under.
Mr. Druhan, we understand you were involved in
a traffic accident last Tuesday on the BQE?
No, I have no idea what you're talking about.
Well, according to the other driver, you do.
We would have spoken to you at home,
but you're never there anymore.
Oh, geez. Naomi came to you?
Yes, she's worried about you.
She doesn't get what we do.
"We" don't do cocaine, you do.
You didn't, uh, you didn't talk to my handler?
Only to get the skinny on this case.
He knows nothing else. Yet.
Wait. So, what, are you threatening...
are you threatening to pull me out right now?
Damn right I am, you don't get your ass under control.
Now, let's go have a cup of coffee
and we can talk about all of this.
"All this"? This is me doing my job,
like you taught me to.
Really? Yeah.
Like Naomi should understand.
Crap.
It's my boss.
Relax.
Keep it moving.
Something wrong, Druhan?
Hey. I said keep it moving.
He works for me. I get a say.
Well, you know one of your employees
has a problem with road rage, sir? Hey,
they're wrong, Bob, all right?
Which I just told them.
So unless you two have more than somebody's word,
this is where you screw off.
Let's go
Keep it under control, Mr. Druhan.
That's the guy you showed the ropes? Yeah.
Once upon a time.
Hey, boss, you got a minute?
More like 30 seconds.
Okay so here's the deal. We're on patrol,
we come across a girl with a card table
on the sidewalk, selling hot cocoa and cookies.
I got to say, the oatmeal one really hit the spot.
Fifteen seconds.
She's saying this girl told us about
a strong-arm robbery and we want to run with it.
How young is this girl? Elyse is ten.
Oh, that's young for a complaint.
Well, we wanted to talk to her dad too,
but he's apparently not a fan of the cops.
Okay, so you got nothing?
Except her statement. Okay, maybe you two have not heard,
but street crime is skyrocketing in our precinct. That is why
I need every pair of boots on the ground
instead of trying to fill the shoes of detectives.
JANKO: Okay, well, can we at least
give our notes to someone in the Squad?
This girl needs help.
I'm going up there now. I will save you the trip.
(McNichols sighs)
DONNA: Henry, you didn't
have to. No, I did.
What you were buying and why is none of my business.
20 years retired and the old cop in me still won't shut up.
(laughs)
Thank you.
Of course, a smart lady like you would never fall for
some of the scams that are floating around these days.
Like when your computer freezes
and there's a message that you should make a phone call
to get it unfrozen.
Oh. Or when an IRS agent claims
that you owe back taxes
and the only way to pay up is to use gift cards.
It must be scary.
Cough up the dough or the Feds
take your home.
And you can't tell a soul
because it might violate privacy laws.
Henry, stop, stop.
Even though it's bogus.
The IRS never uses the phone.
Oh, God. How could I have been so stupid?
No, Donna. You're not stupid.
I've already given him the card numbers
and the security codes right when I got home.
(sighs)
Can we call him back?
No one will answer.
How much?
Six...
thousand dollars.
Oh...
Oh, my God.
They're pros, Donna.
So...
th-that money is just... gone?
Not if I have anything to say about it.
NUCIFERO: But by the time I arrived, Detective Hill
had already interviewed the cemetery caretaker
and took possession of all security tapes
from the previous 48 hours.
Anything else?
NUCIFORO: It appears Detective Hill also called in a friend from CSU
to dust the headstone for prints
and to collect any other possible evidence in the area.
(sighs)
Thank you, Jimmy.
Sir.
(door opens)
No surprise. He was upset.
Who wouldn't be?
I pity the guy, Joe finds him first.
Yeah, well, that's why I said I'd handle it.
Not to get all "by the book," but does this mean
he disobeyed a direct order?
I wasn't there as a PC.
But even as his grandfather, he agrees to stand down
then doubles back the moment you're out of sight?
Rules are different for grandparents.
But not for grandkids.
Come hell or high water, you respect your elders.
You got a problem, let the parents lower the boom.
Plausible deniability for Pee-Paw.
That was my granddad's name.
Well, Abigail's right.
Grandparents are supposed to get the good end of the stick.
All the fun, none of the discipline.
But this grandson
is an adult and in the family business.
Well, look at that.
Two Nine detectives hard at work.
Oh, hell no.
BADILLO: She stole our case?
After making us feel like idiots for bringing it up? Come on.
Oh, Eddie.
Eddie, no. Why not?
Maybe she has a good reason.
For backstabbing us?
I can say that in a nicer way.
You're not gonna say anything to a boss
in front of that girl and her dad.
So, when?
After we have a better idea of what's going on.
Let's go.
The fuel trucks always turn down this street
so we're gonna block the front and back with vans.
Yeah, I know a place where we can boost a couple...
Patrick and Lance handle vehicles.
You're going with Darren to get the guns.
And on the day, I don't want any creative thinking from you.
We all stick to the plan.
Geez, these humps really have it out for me, huh?
Whatever they want, keep your trap shut.
Johnny Druhan, you're under arrest.
Turn around, put your hands behind your back. Now.
The rest of you take a big step back.
Dash cam video on the victim's camera
shows that it was you who assaulted him.
Not for nothing, sir, but you got lousy taste in employees.
Sit down.
Was this really necessary?
I had to make it look real.
So you made sure no one out there's got ties to my boss?
'Cause I saw a couple eyeballing me.
Paranoid much?
Trust no one, head on a swivel.
You taught me that.
You're amongst friends here, John.
So, where's your partner?
Because you also taught me
to never play both good cop and bad cop.
This ain't about being cops. Oh, like hell it isn't.
The boss of this crew, Bob Youngblood, is a bad guy.
I'm talking heists, hits, drugs.
And piece by piece, I'm making my case to take down him
and his buyers, the middlemen, the gun-sellers, all of it.
So, what about Naomi-- she doesn't matter?
You know she does.
Just not enough?
Screw you. I'm just saying.
Is it really worth it taking down a heating oil heist
if you lose her and the kids?
What happened to you, Danny?
The same thing that's gonna happen to you
if you don't get your head out of your ass.
You mean the way you lost Linda.
Look, that was a damn shame.
If you can't... I mean anyone who gets hurt
because you're putting the job above everything else!
Wake up, John!
Come on, man. If you were under back then
and Linda came crying to me
you would have taken my damn head off! Not if you convinced me to tell
my handler I need to come out.
So, that's your next stop, huh?
No, it's your next stop.
I will once I make the collars!
What if they grease you first?
Oh, come on, man!
Trust me!
I'm out of here. No.
We're not done till I say so.
No, look, Danny, I love you,
and you did your job.
Now I'm gonna get back out there and do mine.
Walk him out.
(door opens)
(door closes)
Ripping off old people? There's nothing sacred anymore.
I know. And it's only increasing.
So, get me an audience with whoever it is
that heads up your Elder Abuse Bureau.
I'd be happy to.
I get the feeling there's a "but" coming.
I just don't want you to get your hopes up high.
Cases like these are really hard to prosecute.
Why? These scammers are jackals.
The problem is most of these scammers
don't make an actual threat.
They tug on their victims' heartstrings
and ask for help or money or gift cards,
usually around $50 to make it seem minor.
Well, they've threatened my friend
and gotten away with 6,000 bucks,
which isn't exactly minor.
Your friend.
Yeah. Can you
tell me anything more about your friend?
No, they've requested anonymity.
They're gonna have to come forward at some point.
(laughs) Erin. It's not me.
Look, there is no shame in being conned. These guys are good.
Stop already.
I promise to keep this between ourselves.
First you tell me there's no point in trying
and now I'm this doddering old fool
who won't admit it's him?
No, that's not what I'm trying to say.
That's what I'm hearing.
Oh...
Look, Pop, let me just walk you over there myself.
What, and hold my hand
so I don't slip and break my hip?
I'm good, Erin. I'll see myself out.
Hey, Cap. Uh, can I bend your ear a moment?
Yeah, sure, come in.
Actually, let me guess.
One of your people is working some dog thefts and so
you thought that you would come in here
and you would pick my brain
about the complaint that I took this morning,
a little girl on 145th Street?
I didn't come in here to trick you. Right.
FIO is smarter than that.
Eddie was ready to work that case.
Here's my question.
Did she call you right away after she saw me talking
with Elyse Mullins or did she come running into your office
just 'cause she needed a big hug?
Okay, so, you're running with this?
With both feet.
All right, then. We're done here.
You know, Reagan...
you know, a husband
going on a fishing expedition for his wife
'cause she doesn't have the guts
isn't exactly a good look.
And a captain poaching cases from cops under her command
runs a close second. Thanks for your time.
(sighs)
Sir.
Thank you, Baker. (sighs)
You asked to see me?
(sighs)
Have a seat.
So...
Why'd you lie to me?
When I left the cemetery,
I realized I had agreed to something I shouldn't have.
So, you went back wearing the shield. No.
The caretaker agreed to help me when I told him who I was.
(sighs) You should have told me.
And get shot down, again?
Look,
I was just trying to lower the temperature.
For both of us.
I don't see yours raised.
Look harder.
Sorry. That was careless of me.
Yeah, and wrong.
You will hand over the surveillance tapes
and any evidence you have found to Detective Nuciforo.
I have a few leads.
I'd like to continue this on my own.
That was not a suggestion.
Ah. Now you are talking as the PC.
Look, Joe.
I'm as upset as you are about what they did.
But most likely it was drunk kids doing dumb stuff.
At most, a charge of criminal mischief.
Felony criminal mischief,
considering the price of the headstone.
(sighs) Boy...
I stand corrected.
If that's all this is.
And what does that mean?
It means what if his grave was targeted?
You see the street signs named after cops
that are being torn down.
And what if it's worse than that, hmm?
What if the guy who put my dad in that grave
has a kid out there who decided to do this?
Joe, that kind of thinking
is exactly why you shouldn't be running this.
What, thinking like a cop?
A cop half-blinded by a red mist.
Would it be too much trouble for an answer...
say, at Sunday dinner?
This your way of inviting me?
Everyone on their birthday week gets their favorite dessert.
What was my dad's?
(sighs)
Come and find out.
(door opens)
(door closes)
(sighs)
Boy.
She shut you down?
No ifs, ands or buts.
Well, maybe she's hiding something.
She did keep glancing at a photo on her desk.
What was it?
I couldn't see it, and you know what, it doesn't matter
because she's the boss and explaining
or not explaining is a perk of the job.
So, ours is just suck it up, move on?
Yeah, pretty much.
Sounds like good advice to me. Thanks, Sarge.
Later, guys.
Good advice?
Eddie, let's not die on this hill.
Did you not hear him about the photo?
Something's eating her.
Now it's about her and not Cruella De Vil
or whoever's out there stealing dogs.
Can't it be about both?
For me, it's neither. So just drop it, okay?
John went back to those guys?
Unfortunately.
So the kids and I can go to hell.
BAEZ: No, he has tunnel vision.
It happens to a lot of undercovers.
But he told Danny this is his last job
and then he's out.
You know how many times he's told me that?
We know it's not easy.
Anyway, Danny and I
think it's time for us to contact your husband's handler.
We can't soft-pedal the drug use, but we will
remind him of your husband's otherwise spotless record.
What if he flips out?
What if... what if his handler is a hard-ass
and he's still hooked on drugs and he comes home
pissed at the world? Or he doesn't come home at all?
God...
I should have never opened my mouth.
No, you did the right thing.
You did.
And we're gonna do the right thing, too.
See?
By getting John back
without notifying his handler.
We're not?
Danny, what are you saying?
I'm saying that
we're gonna get him back to you the right way.
Get him back to you and to the kids,
and back to being clean and sober, like the old John,
the way he always was.
Okay?
JOE: It's, uh...
it's good.
Thanks. Whipped it up myself.
Wait, is this your first lemon meringue?
We were an ice cream family.
Invite me over anytime.
(chuckling)
Guess I thought for a dessert,
it might just be a little sweeter.
Your dad hated sweets.
How is that possible?
That's what I always said. For Joe,
tart, bitter, sour, anything but sweet.
Even when Danny tricked him into eating a mud pie.
Made with actual mud.
You didn't. Yeah, I did.
And it was worth every bruise.
(laughs) JOE: Well, thank goodness I didn't
inherit his taste buds,
just got his cop genes.
Uh, speaking of,
I may have a lead on the person
who knocked over and broke his headstone.
You're still on it.
What did you say?
When'd this happen?
Yeah, who the hell would knock over a headstone?
You didn't tell them?
I just figured why share the pain?
Because he's my grandson, Francis.
Yeah, maybe 'cause it's our brother?
JOE: I'm sorry,
I don't get you guys.
Like, half the time
you-you swear each other to secrecy...
just long enough to blab to everyone else.
And the other half,
you say everything is on the table,
except no one ever hears a whisper about it.
We're just as surprised about this as you are.
HENRY: Yeah.
Look, uh, this is on me.
I'm sorry, everybody.
All right, come on, guys. What... what's done is done.
We know now.
Mm-hmm. Except if I would have knew earlier,
I would have dropped everything I was doing
to go help Joe find the guy.
I would have driven.
Excuse me.
I'm sorry to eat and run.
After dropping that bomb?
Just keep us updated.
Yeah.
'Cause everybody else ain't.
(sighs)
Sorry.
* *
(elevator dings)
Uh oh, what's wrong?
You can't read me that easy. You can't read me that easy.
Go down to Elder Abuse.
See if there's any open fraud cases
involving IRS impersonators.
Why, 'cause Henry got snookered?
I saw him with you the other day
and then stomping back to the elevator.
Oh, I don't know if he's the victim,
but I do know I pissed him off.
Might be a wild goose chase.
A lot of these scams come out of places
like Mumbai or Moscow.
Dig unto you find a local one.
Then pull Henry in? Yeah.
You know, there's gonna come a day when my grandfather
can't do what he's always done
and it's gonna break his heart and mine.
Well, let's make sure that day isn't today.
Hey, thanks for coming so fast. It's good timing.
We were just about to make another run at you.
Danny, Naomi's gone.
She left you?
I called her earlier and said we needed to talk,
after everything you said the other day. Okay.
And when I got here, all the doors were unlocked,
but no Naomi.
Well, did you try calling her again?
Yeah, it went straight to voice mail.
Maybe your wife got cold feet.
She has been pretty upset.
Or Youngblood grabbed her.
What? Come on, you don't know that.
He-he saw you two roll up on me.
Danny, if he got wise somehow, man...
Okay, did you check the entire house?
Of course. All right, where are the kids?
She sent them to be with her parents
so we could hash things out alone.
Well, that's good.
Do you have security cameras? No.
Well, then we'll ping her phone and see
if any of your neighbors have cameras.
(phone rings)
It's from Youngblood. What's it say?
"Where are you? We got work to do."
Sounds like business as usual.
Or he's lying. Either way, I got to get back to him.
Hold on. You just said you thought he made you.
Which one is it?
Well, if he did, they'll be looking for a reaction.
If not, we'll just keep planning.
Now, please, could you do what you said?
Find Naomi.
Anthony.
Henry, come on in.
I was surprised to get your message.
Well, from what I understand,
you have a friend who recently got scammed,
so I figured you might want to pitch in on a similar case.
Have you run this by Erin?
Did I need to?
Apparently she has doubts.
About getting help from a former PC?
Seems like a no-brainer to me.
Okay. What do you got?
Well, the tough part
is always finding the scammers' phone banks
because they use untraceable numbers
and they stay on the move.
Mm-hmm. But our Elder Abuse Bureau
just collared one of their money mules.
The guys who take the stolen gift card info,
go into the stores and make the actual purchases.
So, we sweat him, we flip him
and he coughs up the phone bank address.
See? Like you've done this before.
Erin says this case has to be airtight.
Which is why we're also gonna set up
a fake senior citizen charity.
Phony website, phony credentials,
so the mule can introduce you to his boss as an insider
willing to sell members' personal data.
The nail in the coffin.
And who better to hammer it?
(chuckles)
MCNICHOLS: Unbelievable. Hey, Sarge.
I was just, um... Oh, no, no, no.
Do not snoop and insult me.
Sorry, boss.
I'm...
I'm sorry about sending Jamie in here the other day.
I'm just... I'm sorry, about all of it.
Okay, you...
you being apologetic is even worse than you being nosy.
Did you at least find what you were looking for?
The reason I stole your dog-napping case?
Does it have something to do with her?
It has everything to do with her.
Is she okay?
(scoffs)
Not after how I screwed up.
The other day, after you and Badillo came to me,
I was reading your notes
on my way up to the squad and I realized
that Elyse told you
exactly what Kelly told me a few weeks ago.
She came home crying.
She told me someone grabbed her dog on the street
and then sped off in a red car.
You're kidding.
What did I do? I just...
accused her of being irresponsible and losing it
the same way that she lost her cell phone
or the way she doesn't do her chores.
(sighs)
That little girl came to me and she was brokenhearted
and I treated her like a perp.
Running this house has got to be stressful.
Eh, it's no excuse. Next time you have
a stressful day, you say, "Hey, Janko, let's go get a beer."
(chuckles)
Really?
Ladies in this business
are few and far between.
Might as well
get drunk and bitch about it together, right?
Yeah. Thank you, Janko.
Uh, let me find Badillo
and we'll figure a way to find that red car.
No, stop! Let go of me!
Yep. Youngblood got her.
Look at him. Right out in the open.
Not a care in the world.
She must be scared out of her mind. Yeah.
And if we'd alerted the handler
from the jump like we should have...
You mean if I had.
(sighs)
I'm just trying to understand where your head's at.
We have tons of cases and...
fine, you want to help your friend.
But after he blew us off,
we agreed we would call the handler, and then,
suddenly you tell Naomi, "Yes, we're on the case."
I looked at his kids and it occurred to me
his handler can't be the one to do this.
I'm the one that taught him to go all in on a case.
The only way to guarantee him
getting home safely to his family
is for me to be the one to get him out.
Okay.
(phone vibrating)
So, here we are.
For the last time.
I promise you that.
It's John.
Hey. What's going on?
Danny, they have her.
I don't know where, but I overheard
Youngblood talking with one of
the other guys about how
he needs insurance on me.
They made you? No, Danny,
because get collared for road rage makes me seem squirrelly.
He thinks I'm gonna screw up the heist tomorrow.
Danny...
it's everything I can do
not to shove a gun in this guy's face right now.
No. You do that,
whoever's holding a gun to her head
is gonna pull the trigger.
Just get back to them.
Okay? And I'll text you with the plan.
So, you have one?
No.
But I'm working on it.
Thank you.
Thanks for seeing me, Paula.
Yeah, well, I was about to reach out to you,
but you beat me to it.
So, he told you.
On the night of his dad's birthday,
Joe shows up out of the blue, upset.
And I couldn't get a clue out of him, but after
pushing his dinner around his plate
for the 40th time...
You broke him.
My son is not a perp.
(sighs)
Not a good choice of words, Frank. Sorry.
Well, better than Mom, right?
Well, and certainly not a grandfather.
So, did you come here looking for pointers
on how to break him?
No.
Just to understand him.
Look, uh...
I'm just not...
really sure of my sight here, this is new terrain for me.
You have other grandkids, Frank.
Yeah, and I watched them grow up
in Little League and at school plays
and at the dinner table, but I don't have that with Joe.
And right now...
we might as well be strangers.
So maybe don't bark orders at him
and expect a snap salute.
Is that what he said?
In so many words.
And maybe some of your own?
The way my Joe grew up,
it was pretty much me and him against the world.
And... although that is a bond that I treasure,
maybe it hasn't done him any favors.
Tough to lower those walls with anyone new.
Especially with all of you all coming at him at once.
Like a tribe, with your lore, your rituals, your traditions.
Oh, come on. We're just a family.
Yeah, we're close-knit, but we're not from another planet.
Yet here you are.
Looking for advice.
Look...
I tried to tell him about his father,
but I only spent a small amount of time with his dad.
And I only knew so much.
(sighs)
And the one person who could show him the ropes
is someone he never met and never will.
My son likes you Reagans.
Really, he does. He admires you.
But the one person in your family that he loves
is his dad.
Who he never knew.
(sighs)
And to see his dad's grave like that...
...and then be forbidden
from finding out who did it...
Honestly, Frank,
what did you expect him to do?
(sighs)
Boss, uh, this is the guy
from Park Slope Senior Coalition.
Bill Tumas.
Nice to meet you.
BOSS: What's your job there? HENRY: Member services.
So, I have access to addresses,
social security data,
unlisted phone numbers.
How many members? Just shy of 2,000.
But I also have a log-in to the national database.
For the right price.
20 a head, one percent on the back end six months from now.
50 a head and five percent, two months from now.
Thirty, three percent, three months.
Deal.
(chuckles)
Mr. Tumas, this is gonna convince
a lot of coots that we are legit.
From their bank accounts to our pockets
in no time flat. (chuckles)
And here's the thumb drive with all the info on it.
The hell is that?
ABETEMARCO: Police! Don't move! MULE: What's going on?
Keep our hands where we can see them.
Right there, back up. Hands up! Put the phone down.
Get up against the wall.
Hell has a special place for scum like you.
Bag this trash.
ABETEMARCO: Henry...
you were supposed to seal the deal and exit.
And miss the look on his face?
(laughing)
Good job.
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Okay.
(grunting)
Police!
Don't move! Hands up!
Put your hands in the air!
Put your hands up!
You just hijacked a tanker full of water.
Now where's my wife?!
Put your hands in the air! You okay?
Tell me or you're dead!
Screw you both. BAEZ: Danny.
John. John.
(indistinct chatter)
I'm so sorry. Okay.
Same red car from the pet store.
And it matches Elyse's description.
Police! Don't move!
Hands where we can see them, now!
Hey, now!
All right, all right, drop it. Come on.
How did you find us?
Oh, maybe next time
don't pick up 300 pounds of kibble
in the same red car you steal dogs with, genius.
Let's go.
Cuff that loser!
Get her out of here! Except I'm not seeing any.
(dogs whimpering)
Oh, they're here.
(barking) McNICHOLS: Oh...
(chuckling)
Hi.
Hello, Mr. Pickles.
Tag's still on his collar. Come on.
Do you see Kelly's dog, boss? MCNICHOLS: No.
Any of these go unclaimed, she gets her pick of the litter.
Thank you.
DONNA: And
you arrested him?
With help from some of my friends in the DA's Office.
Unfortunately...
(sighs)
...none of your details were in the evidence collected.
Oh.
So, not my scammer, huh?
Sorry.
Well, an expensive lesson. Hey,
we stopped some guys ripping off people like us.
(chuckles)
Not us. Me, Henry.
There but for the grace of God.
Really?
Oh, you think I haven't panicked
when something popped up on my computer?
The world's changing so fast
I don't know what to believe anymore.
What's the expression-- growing old isn't for wimps?
Still better than the alternative.
(laughs) Yes.
(laughs)
JOHN: Danny, I'm, uh,
I'm real sorry about all this.
No need to be. No, there is.
Without you, there's...
no telling how this would have ended.
You would have made the collar. That's how it would have ended.
Yeah, and lost everything else along the way.
So... thank you.
You don't have to thank me.
Thank your wife. She's the real hero.
So, uh...
any advice about what comes next?
'Cause I sure as hell am done with undercover work.
That's good.
A guy like you, after rehab, with your skills,
I'm sure you can write your own ticket, John.
Maybe, uh...
maybe we get the band back together? No.
Huh? (chuckles) No way.
I'm very happy with my partner. All right.
In fact, I'd say, uh,
we both have the right women in our lives.
Thanks again, man.
Go ahead. They miss you.
Hey. Hey.
You hungry?
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(sighs)
Glad you came.
So you can rub my nose in it?
Oh, I've stayed away from the investigation.
Really? You?
I heard there was a damn good detective
heading it up.
Didn't take much chops.
The caretaker's nephew took a hammer to this marker
and a few others after his uncle fired him
for always being late.
Families aren't always easy.
But thank you for not taking a hammer to anything.
You know...
there's a learning curve here
and I'm afraid I didn't navigate it very well.
Makes two of us.
I'd say it won't happen again, but...
God knows it probably will.
(sighs)
You want to do the honors?
"Joseph Conor Reagan,
"beloved son, brother...
...and father."
You added something.
I did.
What do you think?
It's perfect.
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