Blue Bloods

You do realize I rely on you for critical information like this?

And it's a lot of pressure, Frank, year after year.

Don't look at me, boss.

This kind of Intel ain't my forte.

What is your forte, Sid?

Not birthday presents.

Just ask Sheila.

Abigail.

Another spa day is fine.

Sir, you sure you really want to do this?

Do what?

Former Detective Douglas McKenzie is here.

What?

He reached out. I asked him up.

Why?

Respect for his service.

Yeah, but McKenzie?

The harder it is to show respect,

the harder you have to work at it.

One word of caution.

In the public eye, he's a racist cop.

That's about a dozen words, and it's full of crap.

You know it, and I know it.

That judge should be impeached. Doesn't matter.

The public eye won't blink.

Let's have him.

Mr. Reagan.

Mr. McKenzie.

You may remember.

Lieutenant Gormley, my DCPI Garrett Moore.

They will be staying.

Have a seat.

Here's what you know.

There have been numerous robberies lately

that target jewelry and watch boutiques

adjacent to protest routes.

And what we don't know.

They're working the public assumption

that it's just looting by the marchers.

Which sometimes it is.

But you're saying sometimes it's not.

I have a theory I can back up.

Well, have at it.

After I left the job, I took over

my dad's pawnshop in Queens.

A guy's been coming in the past couple months,

fencing Rolexes

and Omegas and such.

I've gained his confidence,

promised I'd move whatever he's got.

And I got his digits

and his face on the security cams.

And this ties to marches how?

He comes in with the goods the day after.

Like clockwork.

Parades and protests in all five boroughs.

This guy and his crew work these stores

like farmhands in harvest season.

One PP's a couple of trains from Queens.

Meaning?

You could've gone to any precinct there.

Your old C.O. in the 2-1.

You're always telling the troops you're still one of them.

Maybe you want to prove it.

Stop shuffling papers, solve an actual case.

You act like I owe you something.

You act like you don't.

You know what? Don't even worry about it.

Dude, I spilled coffee on my training officer

our very first tour.

He was pissed.

So just apologize and offer to pay for his dry cleaning.

And by the way, it's "boss" or "Sarge"

but never "dude."

Sorry, boss. Reagan.

Lady at the desk for you. She got a name, Wolinski?

Probably, but right now she's demanding

to see her baby's daddy.

And she's talking about me?

She said "Jamison Reagan."

Got ya!

Alison.

Jamie!

Hey. Not funny.

What? "Baby's daddy"?

Come on, it's me.

Yep, it's you.

Um, so

what's it been?

The five-year reunion.

You had just started law school.

Yeah, and you brought a boyfriend

who got super tanked... It was Don, Dean...

Well, it lasted a week.

So, what brings you here?

Is something wrong?

Yeah. Six women murdered and mutilated

around Beak Street over six years,

and not a single arrest.

A cold case?

Not anymore.

And guess who solved it.

Morning, Sal.

Danny.

Don't we have kids who should be doing this?

You'd think.

Wow.

Sal!

Hey.

Dad.

Dad!

Dad.

Hey, hey. Call 911.

Hang on, Sal.

Look at me.

You got to hang on, Sal.

Okay? Come on.

Hurry up, kid.

You okay, Scott?

My dad's gonna live, right?

Well, the doctors waiting on him are top-notch, so...

Look, you know of any bad blood in the neighborhood?

No.

Anything strange happening here at the house?

Vandalism? Weird calls?

Okay.

Why didn't you shoot at the car?

'Cause it's a Lamborghini?

I was taking out the trash. I'm in my pajamas.

I don't have my gun on me.

But you saw the driver, right?

I didn't see the driver.

The windows are tinted.

Well, the license plate?

The cops always get the license plate.

Look, the guy sped away really fast.

Okay, and I had to take care of your dad.

Just, it all happened really fast.

What do you mean, "it all happened really fast"?

That's-that's all you got?

Seriously?

That's my dad in there.

I know it's your Dad, Scott, okay?

And I'll get the guy who did it.

You better nail the guy.

I will. Hey.

He's the vic's son.

Can you take him to the hospital, please?

I'll get him.

Yeah, boss.

And you run all this?

No.

I'm just a sergeant.

You were always so incredibly modest.

And now in this uniform.

Ooh.

Please tell me you're single.

My God.

I hate her already. What is her name?

Where did you meet? Tell me ev

Alison, you came to talk about the Beak Street Butcher.

Okay.

So, I do a podcast, Murder in Manhattan.

I'll send you the link. I have 10,000 followers.

Anyways, I've become obsessed

with these six women.

I went to the scene of the crime,

I interviewed people who knew 'em...

So did the NYPD. It went nowhere.

Because the original detective passed away

a couple years ago.

Case died with him.

I'm sure someone picked it up.

Well, whoever they are, they obviously don't care,

because they don't answer my calls anymore,

even though I told 'em his name is Boris Vache.

You found the murderer?

I mapped out where all the murders occurred,

and Vache lives smack dab in the center of 'em.

And he fits a witness description.

And he's a total creeper.

And he screamed out his window at me when I went and knocked.

You went and harassed him?

He's got to know someone's onto him.

Okay, what can I do for you?

You want me to call the detective on the case?

No. We're past that.

I need Erin.

She's the D.A.

She's a bureau chief.

And she's always been hella smart,

and when she sees my proof, she's gonna charge the guy.

Let's just see this proof of yours.

Get looking, buster.

What do you mean, I can't work the case, boss?

You work cases in the 5-4, not Staten Island.

No, but it happened right outside my door.

I practically saw the whole thing.

So that makes you an eyewitness.

Boss, it sounds like the guy did get shot