Blue Bloods s05e17 Episode Script

Occupational Hazards

Let's go, Nicky.
You don't want to be late for Grandpa.
It's fine.
School doesn't start till noon.
It's a teacher workday.
He's got things on his plate too.
Let's go! Okay.
Hey, did you see my gloves? Yeah, they're on the kitchen counter.
Have you seen my briefcase? Yeah, living room chair.
Ouch.
Did you move this table? No.
- Okay, I'm off.
- Oh, wait.
Hold on.
- Bye.
Have a good day.
- Love you.
- Give a kiss to Grandpa.
- I'll see you later.
911, what is your emergency? Hi, this is Erin Reagan with the Manhattan District Attorney's Office.
I need to report a break-in.
No, I'm not talking about your major.
I'm talking about what you want to get out of college, what you want to leave with, besides the sheepskin.
- That's complicated.
- Make it simple.
I want to go out into the world without a suit of snark and cynicism.
I want to attract people to a kind of optimism that's hard to find most days and places.
- Tough order.
- I know.
You're gonna have a tough time making a living assuming the best in people.
Look, I admire what you do, Grandpa.
And what Mom does.
I think it would wear me down and out.
Well, Nicky I think this family's put in more than enough service to earn one bleeding-heart do-gooder.
- You forgot hippie.
- They still say that? - It's coming back.
- Okay.
Hippie.
Hi, folks.
I'm collecting for the Local Heroes Fund.
- Would you care to contribute? - You came to the right place.
- I haven't heard of this fund.
- It's a great cause.
All proceeds go to, like, survivor families and their needs.
Survivors of what? Well, 9/11.
That was 14 years ago.
Other tragedies too.
Do you have your tax ID and charity registration number? Sir, if you don't want to contribute, just say so.
- Grandpa.
- Heh.
Who does he think he is? Well, he's the police commissioner.
Um, I'll have them send those numbers to you.
I have a better idea.
Take me to them.
- Look, I haven't done anything.
- I'm not saying you have, but that is the N.
Y.
P.
D.
Logo you're using to raise money here.
It's all legit, I swear.
Then I just want to say thank you to whoever's in charge.
Bungee! Thank you so much.
We've been looking everywhere.
Yeah, we saw your fliers a couple blocks away, and ten minutes later, he ran out in front of our car.
Well, you've made a boy very happy.
Well, Bungee doesn't look too upset either, so - You guys take care, okay, ma'am? - We will.
And thanks again.
Absolutely.
Do you think that we should bill them for Bungee slobbering all over our backseat? We don't bill the perps when they do it.
Meg! Oh, I knew I heard your voice.
Oh, Meg.
- Oh.
Oh, no, I'm not Meg.
- Oh! Oh, my good Lord, you're finally home.
And you look so sharp in your uniform.
And who is this handsome young man? I'm her partner, Jamie.
Well, hi.
I'm I'm Meg's aunt, Beth.
Nice to meet you.
Sweetheart, you came back at just the right time.
One of my boarders left out back not five minutes ago.
He left behind this big box of fireworks.
Now, can you go in and take them away so nobody gets hurt? - Fireworks? - Yeah.
Of course we can, Beth.
Come on, partner.
- Let's go help your aunt.
- Oh, thank you.
His name was J.
J.
Get the door.
He was staying He was staying in your old room - Hey, what's going on? - Nothing to worry about, ma'am.
It's okay, Maria.
Just J.
J.
Being a problem again.
J.
J.
Saw you two out the window, grabbed what he could, and ran out back.
Didn't even ask me for his deposit.
Fireworks.
They're right in there.
Don't worry.
We'll dispose these safely.
Okay.
Not the pizza box.
The box on the bed.
Jamie, I think this is a pipe bomb.
Beth, Maria, go outside.
- What's wrong? - Just go right now.
Jamie.
- Jamie.
Jamie! Jamie! - Go! Are you okay? - Yeah.
- Are you sure? Yeah, I think so.
Are you okay? Lee Baldokoski, Arson/Explosion.
You guys, uh, doing okay? Oh, ears are still ringing but we're fine.
We heard he had more explosive material, and might be planning something else.
Yeah, well, his plans make it look like his next bomb will be even bigger.
- That the tenant? - Beth Behar.
And, uh, over there is her boarder, Maria.
Okay, you interview her.
I got the old lady.
Uh, detective, just so you know, the, uh The old lady's a little delicate.
It's not my first rodeo, officer.
Okay.
Hey, Maria.
- How you doing? - Fine, I guess.
- What can you tell us about J.
J? - Nothing.
Nothing? Not even his last name or what "J.
J.
" stands for? People like us don't ask questions.
Was he an addict too? Just a jerk.
Another middle-aged white dude bitching about minorities taking his job.
So he was unemployed.
With a big chip on his shoulder.
One time he talked about blowing up whoever it was who fired him, but I just thought he was talking out his ass.
So you don't know where he worked or might've gone? No.
Beth might know, if you can trust what she says.
I mean, nice lady and all, but she's nuttier than squirrel crap.
- Meg! Where's Meg? - Ma'am.
- Meg? Meg! - Ma'am, it's okay.
Beth, I'm right here.
I'm here.
It's okay.
- I'm right here.
I'm right here.
- Who are all these people? And why can't I go in my apartment? It's like we said, it's because of the box of fireworks that - Just a sec.
Hang on.
- I'm not done with her.
J.
J.
Left behind.
Hey.
Guys, this might work better if we take her someplace a little quieter like the precinct.
- Okay.
- Great.
Let's take Let's take a ride, Beth.
Come on.
Take a ride with me.
Please.
You remember how cocky he was before trial? I get him on the stand, and within five minutes, he's crying and he's confessed to everything.
That's pretty great, right? That That's great, Morgan.
Nice work.
- Can you file this for me? Thanks.
- All right.
- Danny! - When were you gonna tell me? Tell you what? About your midnight visitor.
I didn't want to bother you.
Oh, so you call 911 instead and you tell them that someone came into your place and moved your stuff around? I'm not crazy, Danny.
Someone was in my apartment last night.
Ah.
And twice before.
Last week I came home and my desk had been rearranged.
And two days ago it was the refrigerator.
And last night someone had moved things around and turned a picture of Nicky upside down.
- Ah.
- Just hear me out.
You remember when we were kids and we used to pass that book around, Helter Skelter? Remember how they would sneak into homes and just move things around to freak them out? Yeah.
Creepy crawling.
Yeah.
I think that's what they're doing.
Okay.
Do you have any idea who would do it? It could be any number of nutcases that I convicted in the past year.
I just have to go through my files and narrow it down.
All right.
I'll get Baez.
We'll go by your building.
We'll check the security tapes and see if we can find anybody getting in.
- Thanks.
- All right.
And in the future, would you call me about this stuff so I don't have to hear about it from other people? It's a little embarrassing.
The truth is, I don't have a license for this charity.
- Why not? - The fees and administrative costs cut into the pool of money available for charitable giving.
It's not that much.
It is to me.
I run a small operation here, and I like to keep things simple.
Everything that comes in goes straight out to the families.
What's in the boxes? Energy-efficient light bulbs.
We solicit by phone for Local Heroes.
The light bulbs are all donated.
The 100 percent profit we make goes directly into the fund for distribution.
Where do you get your manpower? They're fulfilling their community-service requirements for their schools.
Mm-hm.
You know, commissioner, I've always wanted to meet you.
Why'd you want to meet me? My late husband Keith worked for MaCallan, Donohoe.
He was in the North Tower on 9/11.
And I worked at Ground Zero helping with food service for the month after, so I saw firsthand what you and your men were doing and what the N.
Y.
P.
D.
Was going through, and I swore that I would give back.
- Thank you, Ms.
Vickers.
- Lauren, please.
Lauren, um, I hope you understand, when the N.
Y.
P.
D.
Logo is used to raise money You want to make sure the money is going to an N.
Y.
P.
D.
Worthy cause.
I take it very personally.
I completely understand.
Please get your paperwork in.
I will.
I will do that today.
Thank you, sir.
No.
Thank you.
- Have a good day.
- You too.
- I'm really proud of you.
- Why? Well, you could have just busted her, right? - Yes.
- But you made a judgment call.
You let the little part of you that wants to believe not everyone has an angle, take over.
I know that's hard for you.
Yeah.
Where can I drop you? Oh, the subway's just a couple blocks away.
I can walk.
No, not today.
Where can I drop you? - Mom? - Through the grapevine.
Let's go, hippie.
Hey, Beth.
So you said that J.
J.
Rented a room from you? Do you ever keep any paperwork? All I asked from my boarders is that they pay on time and in cash.
J.
J.
Couldn't even manage that.
But how was I supposed to pay my bills when you abandoned me? You haven't called once in five years! Beth, J.
J.
Must have told you his last name when you first met him.
Maybe he did.
Oh, what was it? You can remember and save a lot of lives, Beth.
It's right on the tip of my tongue.
What part of "stand by the door" did you not understand? Sorry, detective.
Okay, Ms.
Behar, I've gathered together photos of men who have the first name or nickname of J.
J.
Is one of these the man who left the fireworks? - That's him.
- You sure? I saw him every day.
- That's J.
J.
- Way to go, Beth.
Outside.
- Get her out of here now.
- You could say thanks.
Why? She just ID'd the one guy in the array who's dead.
Well, whenever Officer Janko speaks with her, - she seems to be able to focus - Baldokoski.
Reagan, I think he's right.
Beth's not gonna remember J.
J.
's name.
What are you talking about? You almost had her there.
Come on, come on, just Detective, just give us a little more time.
Time is not what we have.
My guys just found the car that J.
J.
Was sleeping in.
Blew up when they opened the door and sent one to the hospital.
You two, you want to continue to beat that dead horse, that's fine.
But I'm gonna go stop this bastard before he hurts someone else.
Come on.
Investigator's notes for court tomorrow.
Thanks.
I need the transcript from that woman you deposed.
- Are you okay? - Yeah.
Why? I gave you my deposition five minutes ago.
Sorry.
I guess I'm a little preoccupied.
Do you want to talk about it? When I figure out what the hell's going on, sure.
Uh, well, I was thinking about heading out for the night, unless you need anything else? No, I'm okay, Morgan.
Thanks.
- Good night.
- Good night.
- Danny.
- You're not nuts, sis.
Definitely not about this.
What, you've found something at my building? Yeah.
Security camera above the door shows a woman walking in last night and twice last week.
Okay.
Wow.
Can you describe her? Let me see.
She looks kind of tall, maybe around 5'8".
Can't make out her face, but she's got blond hair.
That has to be Rita Osterman.
Yeah, she did three months last year for stalking her ex's new girlfriend.
Broke into the building, picked the locks.
Gave me the death stare every single day of that trial.
Well, maybe she's your creepy crawler.
- We'll check it out, all right? - Thanks, Danny.
Morgan? Hi.
It's Erin Reagan on Eight.
I need someone up here immediately.
Thanks.
Whoever's up here, I've got security on their way up! Morgan.
I need security on eight now and an ambulance.
You're gonna be okay, Morgan.
- How's she doing? - Good, I hope.
Well, let's get you cleaned up.
I got a security detail on the way.
It's gonna follow you wherever you go.
At least we know Fathers of Doom are the ones after me.
Yeah, what's your beef with biker gangs? I got their boss last month, Jimmy Vitale, for conspiracy to commit murder.
Oh, that'll cause a beef.
Can't believe he's dumb enough to leave his calling card.
Maybe Morgan ripped it off.
I want to know what Rita Osterman has to do with the FOD.
That's a good question.
Hey, guys, I don't think it's Rita, because it wasn't a blond woman this time.
A white male, 5'11", got into the parking garage saying he got a call to jump-start someone's car, then he came up in the elevator.
I can't see his face.
He dropped the patch and then he got away down the other elevator.
Maybe one of Vitale's henchmen.
The judge denied bail.
He's still at Rikers.
Wouldn't stop him from issuing orders.
So let's go rev his engine.
You be careful.
I can't believe J.
J.
Hurt more people.
Yeah, which is why we're running out of time.
Okay, uh Maria mentioned that, uh, J.
J.
Was fired from some job.
- Did he ever mention what that was? - No.
Okay, did he ever have any visitors or did, uh, anyone ever call him? I don't remember.
Did I tell you I raised Meg after her mother passed away? It was so sad at first, but she grew up into such a fine young woman.
Yes, and now I'm a cop, Beth, and I need your help to find J.
J.
, please.
What happened to you? You broke my heart when you ran off and left me here all alone.
Hey, Meg? Excuse me for a second.
- Anything? - Yeah, I just called the wheel.
There are no officers named Meg Behar.
- Big surprise.
- Yeah.
If I really was her niece, I'd probably bug out too.
Yeah, well, just go try and talk to her some more, you know? Why are you pushing me so hard? Is this therapy? Like, Janko's family life sucks, so you want me to bond with the old bat? What? Eddie, we almost got blown up here earlier today.
You have a connection with her and deep down inside, - she knows who this bastard is.
- His name was John Johanssen.
What? You asking me about J.
J.
's job made me think about a shirt he threw in the garbage the other day.
He said he used to be proud wearing it, but not anymore.
- Local 242.
- After seeing this, I remembered J.
J.
Isn't his first name, it's his first and last name, which is John Johanssen.
- You did it, Beth.
- You made me remember.
- Oh! Ha-ha-ha! - I'm calling Detective Baldokoski.
- Okay, I'm gonna be right - I need to go with Jamie, Beth.
- Oh, my God.
There was a Keith Vickers who worked at MaCallan, Donohoe who perished in the collapse of the North Tower.
Leaving a widow named Lauren? Yes, sir, but nothing pops on NCIC.
- Don't we have a picture? - Not as of yet, sir.
Google lmages was a blank and we're still waiting for the DMV to come back to us.
What about these light bulbs? They are legitimately, uh, donated by an electric company of Japan with U.
S.
Offices in Flemington, New Jersey as part of a charitable tax break for foreign companies trading in the U.
S.
Do we have confirmation of any monies distributed by this Local Hero Fund to 9/11 families? - Not yet, sir.
- To any families? To officers killed in the line of duty? - No, sir.
Not yet.
- Why not? Well, we can't run down paperwork because the fund is, by their own admission, not licensed by the city or state.
Well, try doing it retail.
- I did, sir.
- And? When I contacted a couple of survivors, they just wanted to know, if they had gotten money from the Local Heroes Fund, would they have to give it back? Oh.
- Yeah.
- Okay.
Maybe we should run her name through NLETS.
- NLETS? - National Law Enforcement Teletype Service.
Sometimes they have intel that NCIC does not.
Teletype, sir? We haven't used teletype for a very long time.
I know that.
- The acronym's probably changed.
- Yes, sir.
And stop looking at me like I'm Captain Queeg asking where the strawberries went.
- Sir? - Never mind.
What's next? Creepy crawling? Are you serious? Well, we know your preferred method of interaction is putting a slug through the back of someone's brain, right? But, hey, old dog, new tricks.
I don't kill people, no matter what your sister says.
So the FOD is just a misunderstood civic group.
Yeah.
We have a toy ride every year and a pancake breakfast for the nursing home on our block.
To distract the public from meth dealing and beating up motorists, like you did in Midtown last year.
And last night, sent out one of your goons to assault an ADA as a warning to my sister.
- Says who? - Says the FOD patch he threw down, which matches the tat on the back of your hand.
Anybody can buy that patch.
- Doesn't mean they ride with us.
- Doesn't mean they don't.
You're so smart? Prove it.
I will.
C.
O.
We're done here.
Well, that was a big, fat nothing.
Spoke to gang intel here.
Vitale speaks to anyone, we'll hear about it.
FOD! FOD! FOD! FOD! FOD! FOD! Hey, how you doing, hon, huh? Yeah.
Let's get another round.
Thanks, cutie pie.
You're looking good.
Police.
Who's the boss? Evening, officer, and no, we don't know anything about that lawyer who got attacked last night.
Yeah, I didn't know that made the news.
You don't think we can hear things? I'm sure you hear lots of things.
Tell me, then, what I can do for you? I saw Jimmy Vitale earlier.
A minute after I left him, he used a stash phone to text someone in this bar.
A guy named Sully.
Why don't you point him out, okay? - Sully went riding.
- Yeah.
All right, I'm gonna need to see some ID's unless someone wants to make life easier and tell me where Sully is.
- Kidding me? - Come on.
Really? Step aside.
All right, step aside.
Step back.
Step back.
Step back.
Move it, Santa Claus.
Come on.
Whoa, Sully! Hey.
Uh-uh.
You going somewhere? He's going somewhere with us, aren't you, Sully? Text from Vitale? I don't even know what you're talking about.
He sent it from Rikers to your number.
- Maybe he never learned to read.
- Yeah.
Maybe Sully needs a little bit of a reading lesson.
Let's see if you can read that.
Says "keep up the good work.
" Can you read that? Fine.
- But I don't know what that means.
- Yeah, I'm sure you don't.
It's an attaboy for bashing in a girl's head to scare the deputy DA off his case.
Except I didn't.
Sully, it's well known you were Vitale's right hand for years.
He said, "Jump," you said, "On who?" Maybe he thinks I did something for him that I didn't do.
Hell, I'm glad he got locked up.
Because you can become king of the crank heads.
Because he sucked as a boss.
Last couple years, Vitale's been completely out of control.
He'll overload on crank and just go nuts on people for no reason.
He didn't even tell us he was gonna try and ice the guy from the 6th Street Death Corps.
You got an alibi for last night, Sully? I was with my old lady, Liz.
Oh, right, yeah, we saw her on the security tapes, breaking into the prosecutor's place.
Around yea tall, blond hair.
No, Liz is a redhead.
Well, must've been a wig.
I'm sure we'll find it when we find her.
But she didn't do anything either.
I'm sure she didn't.
Sayonara, Sully.
Yo, I don't speak Spanish.
And Grandpa could've just busted her for false pretense or whatever the legal term would be, but he didn't.
He gave her the benefit of the doubt.
- Really? - In the moment.
- I was very moved.
- Because he let her off the hook.
No, because he made the call from an optimistic place.
- Where is that place, exactly? - Yeah, and is she pretty? - I don't know.
Uh-huh.
- Completely beside the point.
- Exactly.
I'm all for benefit of the doubt, so long as I'm dead certain who benefits from the doubt.
- What does that mean? - It means I want to be sure a person is innocent before I let him or her off the hook.
So you're for the benefit of the doubt - as long as there is no doubt.
- Exactly.
- You usually just know.
- Know what? If someone's trying to pull something over on you, you know? The crux of the matter is, who benefits if I bust this person? - Like? - Like if a 300-pounder comes in complaining of dizziness and shortness of breath but swears he loves kale salad and doesn't smoke.
- So, what do you do? - I pretend to believe him with the hope that I might get a little traction trust-wise, see? So the next time he might listen to me.
- If there is a next time.
- Well, we do what we can.
Could I have some of that when my grades come out? - No.
- But we're your own kids.
- No.
- Jack, there is a difference between being cynical and just plain naive.
Don't think for a second that some smart guy isn't gonna check out your story.
Plan on it.
So did you check Ms.
Vickers out? - Of course I did.
- And? And, so far, it confirms what she told us.
Now doesn't that make you feel good? If I find a 20-dollar bill on the sidewalk, it feels good.
Doesn't mean I'm gonna count on it to pay the bills.
Yeah, but that's not what I'm saying.
If you give someone the benefit of the doubt and it turns out well, then that's a good thing.
Especially for someone like you, right? Right.
Okay, so say it like you mean it.
Nicky, you're right.
It feels just great.
Hey, you ready to get to it, shorty? I found Beth's niece.
What? How? Figured she was a little confused about the uniform.
And, uh, turns out Meg Behar was a carrier for the post office.
But she didn't run off.
She died of cancer two years ago.
- In that apartment.
- Damn.
Reagan.
Janko.
Let me guess, John Johanssen is a figment of Beth's imagination.
Nope, a disgruntled pipe fitter.
Local 242 canned him for drinking on the job, but he blames it on their diversity program and wants revenge.
- You put the union on alert? - Every office and every leader.
But there is a meeting happening Midtown, and no one's answering their damn phone, so let's go.
What, really, us? Hey, you guys broke the case.
Let's go.
Got your message, doc.
How's Morgan? Well, she has a concussion, subdural hematoma.
Thought she might not wake up until she started talking.
- What'd she say? - She asked me to call Ms.
Reagan, but she's in court.
Figured you were next best thing.
- Good call.
Where is she? - Room on the right.
Morgan.
Detective Reagan.
I'm Erin's brother.
I wanted you to know we got the guy who did this to you.
You're safe now.
No, that's not him.
- What do you mean it's not him? - The guy who attacked me had, um A neck tattoo.
A coffin with "DC" in the middle.
That's 6th Street Death Corps.
You sure? Yes.
Okay.
Okay.
- Erin.
- Perfect timing.
I just set the trial date for Jimmy Vitale.
Great, except it's not his guys that are after you.
- How do you know that? - Because Morgan just told me the guy who attacked her in the elevator had a Death Corps tat on his neck.
Their leader is the one Jimmy Vitale was trying to take out.
With Vitale on the ropes, they must be coming after you and trying to frame FOD for it, to put them out of business for good.
- Erin? - There are some guys behind me.
I don't know if they're Death Corps or not, but Your driver, is he one of ours? - Yeah.
- Great.
Have him take evasive action and get you to my squad room.
I'll meet you there.
Got it.
We're not gonna go back to my office.
We're gonna go to the 5-4.
And can you keep an eye on the guys behind us? Hey! Where's the union meeting? - That way.
Up the stairs.
- Outside.
Get outside right now.
Okay, everybody outside, please.
Don't ask questions! Just go! - Go! Come on, get out of here! - Move, let's go! - Outside.
- Go! Outside! All right, folks, take your seats.
We got a lot on the agenda today.
- Police! Everyone out! - Outside now.
- There could be a bomb! Outside! - Move now! Let's go! Everyone out! Let's go.
Careful, sir.
Hey.
That's the guy, that's the guy.
Police! John Johanssen, hold it right there! Stay where you are! Police! Don't shoot! Don't shoot! We'll all go up.
- Take it easy, take it easy.
- All right, just take it easy.
Put it down.
- Put it down, John.
- You people made me do this! You women.
Blacks! Everybody's taking my job! Just put it down, John.
Take it easy, John.
Just put it down.
We can talk about it.
You people deserve this.
You all deserve this.
All right, everybody out! Everyone, get out! Go! Go! Let's go! Move! Nice shooting, Reagan.
I may not be one of "you people" but I know crap when I hear it.
You just saved a lot of lives.
Let's get out before that goes off.
You got it.
10-4.
Eddie, come on.
Those bikers followed you the whole way? Yeah, until they saw us pulling up here.
It was a tough couple minutes.
Yeah.
Well, you're safe now.
Morgan ID'd senior member of the Death Corps, Jerry Biondi, as her attacker in the elevator.
His girlfriend, Sabrina Loveless, matches the woman outside ADA Reagan's building.
Copy that.
Let's do this.
- Come on, guys.
Let's move out.
- You ready? - I'm ready.
- Be careful.
Police! Everyone down! Move in! Go! Go! - What are we waiting for? - Death Corps guys are a bunch of rats.
Rats always run.
Whoa! Get down! Gun! Hang on.
- You okay? - Yeah.
Police! Get your hands where I can see them! You got her? - Yeah.
- Unh! That's for shooting at us.
That's for messing with my sister.
Please tell me you're okay.
I saw on the TV about J.
J.
Trying to kill those people.
Yeah, we were lucky that bomb didn't go off.
But, listen, uh, Beth, you and I need to talk.
- About what? - About your niece.
Sweetie, all that matters is you're back.
You're back home.
Well, you know, I just I wanted to make sure that you have my right phone number.
So that you can call me whenever you want.
Let me go get my phone, and you can put your number in it for me.
And then I'll make us something to eat.
Oh, man.
You're really gonna give her your phone number? Let's see what she makes us to eat first.
Elise Wickfield.
My name is Lauren Vickers.
Also Christy Walker and Anne Ross and Terry Harris.
But you were born Elise Wickfield.
And I am placing you under arrest in that name on charges of fraud, enterprise corruption and criminal impersonation Commissioner, this is - with active warrants in Baltimore, Atlanta, and Fort Lauderdale.
All three police departments have confirmed their intent to extradite you on those charges, so New York will have to get in line.
You know, there are days when I think And not in a good way.
- Now I've seen everything.
And then I come across someone like you, and I think And in the worst way.
- No, you ain't seen nothing yet.
Really? Remove your gloves, turn around and place your hands behind your back.
You have the right to remain silent.