Blue Bloods s08e07 Episode Script

Common Ground

1 How you doing? I'm hungry.
We got any cereal? Yeah, Cheerios.
I'll have that.
Bowls are in the cabinet.
Help yourself.
Mom used to get it for me.
Okay.
Well, I'm not your mom.
No kidding.
What are you getting at, kid? What's bothering you? Mom didn't have to get me cereal, but she did.
She didn't have to put little notes in my lunch, but she did.
She didn't have to plan family trips for us, but she did.
Meanwhile, I've asked you, like, five times, if we can get a basketball hoop for this house, we still don't have one.
I'm not leaving until I speak to Theresa Hill.
And I already explained to you, you can't see her.
I won't leave until I see Theresa Hill.
Lady, you can demand all you want.
You're not seeing her.
Step aside.
I won't step aside.
You're holding up the line.
Next.
No.
No, no, no, no.
I am not moving! Out of the way, bitch! - No! - Really? - Settle down.
- No.
No.
Get your hands off of me! Hey, settle down! That's it.
You're under arrest.
What-- No-- Let me go! Get your hands off of me! (handcuffs clicking) I am here to see Theresa Hill! Get her out of here.
Take her out.
Next.
My point is, don't let yourself feel guilty because Linda's not around anymore.
Little too late for that.
Excuse me.
Detectives Reagan and Baez.
You got an assault? Faith Madson.
Contusions and a laceration.
Said her jerk ex-boyfriend beat her up.
She's in 12A.
(woman screaming) MAN: Hey, that guy's hurting her! Police! Hey! MAN: Call security right now! Get your hands off her.
BAEZ: This the same guy that assaulted you earlier? Oh, yeah, yeah.
Raymond Stevens.
(grunts) Ow! Help me out here! Cuff him.
Bitch! Shut up.
STEVENS: Ow! DANNY: Yeah, the only bitch is gonna be you, when you're locked up for assault and strangulation, punk.
Get him out of here.
Hey, you got a woman in distress? Yes.
She's right in here.
I called 911 as soon as it started, but I don't know what to do.
(woman groaning loudly) Ma'am? (groaning continues) Ma'am, are you okay? This is Officer Reagan.
I'm Officer Janko.
(speaking Spanish) (yelling) JANKO: Central, 12 David.
We have a woman in labor at 135 East 90th Street.
We need a bus really quick, and I mean put a rush on that bus.
That was another contraction? Y-Yes.
Okay, just stay calm.
I've delivered babies before.
You're gonna be fine.
Deep breaths, okay? (screaming) Jamie, Jamie, no.
- No.
- You're gonna okay.
All right? We're here to help you.
Uh-huh.
Uh-huh.
Deep breaths, okay? You're gonna be okay.
(screams) (screaming) Blue Bloods 8x07 Common Ground JANKO: Central, 12 David.
Where's that bus? All right, we see the head.
We're almost there, okay? You're doing great, Angela.
(panting): Okay.
One more big push, all right? - All right, you're doing great.
- You're doing great, Angela.
Doing great.
You're doing great.
(Angela yelling) I got a shoulder.
(screaming) Push! Push! (baby crying) It's a boy.
Okay.
It's a boy.
Isn't that perfect? He's okay.
Está bien.
Está bien.
Oh, my God.
He's okay, he's okay.
Está bien.
Yep, he's breathing.
He's okay.
Wow.
Wow.
He's okay.
(laughing) It's okay.
(sighs, laughs) (speaks Spanish) (Angela crying) A beautiful, healthy boy.
GARRETT: You accept the award, you say a few words, and we can be out of there before the appetizers arrive.
Maybe get some to go? Sir, Shelly Wayne is here.
GORMLEY: Shelly Wayne? Who cleared that? Who let her in? She was pre-cleared, apparently.
I did.
Wouldn't that go through me? It could, but apparently, it did not.
What is she doing here? Accepting my invitation.
Thank you very much, everybody.
Please.
(sighs) It's a trumped-up charge.
Not what I heard.
I spent two solid hours waiting to get into Rikers, and when I get there, they tell me I can't go in? Come on! The woman I was there visiting Is a repeat offender.
Weapons possession, shoplifting, assault.
You're the one who told me to find purpose.
Find purpose, not get arrested.
I am ministering to the inmates there.
That is purpose.
And this woman told me This career criminal told you.
Told me that she witnessed a murder.
And ever since then, they refused to let me in to see her.
So there's a conspiracy to keep you away from the inmates? Just Theresa Hill-- who swears that a guard killed her friend.
Yes, it's clearly an order from above.
Clear to you, maybe.
I don't expect you to believe me, or understand, because you don't know what it's like not to have a voice.
Getting arrested doesn't give you a voice, Shelly, it gives you a record.
Don't play me for that.
And don't play this "us versus them" song for me.
I asked you here.
Why do you think? To lecture me.
- Oh, come on.
- Oh, come on nothing.
Talking to you is like talking to a paragon of virtue or something.
Hard to have a real conversation with a paragon.
Okay, I give up.
Good luck.
Good afternoon.
(sighs) All right.
Truce.
Thank you for reaching out.
You're welcome.
I am certain that she is telling the truth.
I'm not.
JANKO: He's beautiful.
How can I thank you? JAMIE: Just take good care of him.
Can we get in contact with your husband for you? Um, he doesn't have a cell phone.
Just give us an address.
71-30 Woodside Avenue.
We'll let you guys work.
JANKO: That was amazing.
You were amazing.
I hardly did anything.
You did way more than me.
I had no idea you've delivered a baby before.
Uh, oh, I haven't.
What? You know, I just said that so that she would stay calm.
(chuckles) Well, you're really good at faking, because I thought you knew exactly what you were doing.
Do you want to have kids? What? When my dad was arrested, he just kept saying, "I did this for you.
" And I remember thinking, I'll never have kids, 'cause I don't want to blame them for screwing my life up the way that he did.
You know what I mean? So you don't want to have kids? Did you see the look on her face? She fell in love the second she saw that baby.
It was instantaneous.
I just thought, someday I want to experience what that feels like.
Me, too.
(sirens wailing in distance) FAITH: Raymond was the first guy I've gone out with, and he was great in the beginning.
They usually are.
Yeah.
I don't know, I guess I just miss being part of a couple, you know? (sighs): I get it.
Yeah.
See, you're married; I'm sure you understand.
Actually, my wife passed away six months ago.
I know about that.
- I'm so sorry.
- That's okay.
Um, let's get back to Raymond.
Yeah.
When did he start becoming violent? About a month ago.
He came to pick me up at work at the hospital.
You a nurse? Uh, yeah.
Saint Irene's.
And he saw me walking out, talking to a male coworker, and he got really angry.
And I thought maybe he was just having a bad day, but then he started sending me threatening texts and, uh, demanding to know who I ate lunch with and who I was talking to.
And that's when I ended it.
That was smart.
I feel like such a fool.
Listen, it's really not your fault.
Okay.
Uh, so what happens now? Well, Raymond is being charged with assault and strangulation.
And how do I know he'll leave me alone? You don't.
So you should probably apply for an order of protection.
It basically says he can't come within 500 feet of you.
Or make any contact with you at all.
Well, what if he shows up somewhere? Call 911.
Or you could call me direct, okay? This is my number.
He shows up, call right away.
All right.
Your hand.
Yeah.
Hazards of the job.
Come here.
I'm a nurse.
You need to get it cleaned up, and you might need an X-ray.
I will.
Thanks.
All right.
You be careful, all right? Yeah.
Appreciate it.
You sure this is the right address? Yeah, this is it.
Well, I guess maybe having a baby in a movie theater isn't the worst idea.
(sighs) (sighs) (knock on door) (door creaks) Hi.
I'm Officer Janko.
This is Officer Reagan.
No hablo inglés.
Policía.
¿Podemos entrar? Oh.
(speaking Spanish) (speaking Spanish) - Five? - Sí.
We're looking for Mr.
Alvarez? (speaking Spanish) (speaking Spanish) Sí.
Sí.
Eddie.
We got to report this to FDNY and Department of Buildings.
They could lose their home.
DANNY: Tell your brother I'll pick you guys up some take-out.
I'll be home in about an hour, okay, buddy? All right, see you then.
(phone ringing) Reagan.
(tires screeching) FAITH: Help me! He's gonna kill me! Where are you? FAITH: Oh, my God! He's trying he's trying to kill me.
Who? Who? Oh, my God.
He's crashing into my car! Faith! Is it Raymond? FAITH: I don't know.
Oh, my God, I don't know! Okay, Faith, where are you? I'm-I'm driving.
I'm on, I'm on the West Side Highway.
Where on the West Side Highway? I (sobs) I don't know.
Oh, my God, I don't know! Faith! What exit are you passing? Um, I I just I just passed 96th Street.
Oh, God.
God, please help me.
Listen to me.
You got to get off, okay? Get off at 79th Street, make a right off the exit, go down five blocks.
On your right is the 5-4 Precinct, okay? I'll be waiting for you.
(sobbing) Faith? Faith?! - Reagan? - Thanks.
You okay? Not really.
- Ah.
Who was it? Raymond? - I don't know.
I mean, I thought he was under arrest.
He was, but I spoke to the court.
They said he was released on his own recognizance an hour ago.
I don't know.
It was so dark, I couldn't see, but who else? Could you make out the license plate? The car? Um Uh, no.
I'm-I'm sorry.
Okay.
We have cameras along the route? We're checking the service road where she got off.
Okay, what if, what if he comes after me again? I mean, I'm I'm so afraid to go home.
Relax.
I'll take you home, all right? Let's get a radio car sitting on her place.
No problem.
Thank you.
Okay.
Come on.
Gonna be all right.
(sniffles) GORMLEY: The inmate in question was found strangled with a bed sheet around her neck.
It was ruled a suicide.
Ruled and was a suicide? I got the M.
E.
taking a second look at it, but Rikers isn't cooperating.
They say they can't locate the security footage from that day, and the correction officer who's accused has a history of sexual assault.
Two complaints on his record, neither of which have been investigated.
So, it's fair to say there could be something to these claims.
Well, certainly enough to open an investigation, yes, sir.
And what is it you're not saying? I'm just a little lost here.
In that? In that I don't want to rain on the Shelly Wayne parade that's going on in here.
What's that mean? That a loose cannon from the community has the ear of this office in a way that's out of the usual flow.
You, too? No, boss, uh No? Well, but he has a little point.
That being? Chain of command would usually have us vetting walk-in business from a Shelly Wayne.
Well, it's not like, all of a sudden, that's just an open door.
Just for her.
No, not just for her.
But not just for you two, either.
Understood.
Anything else? You open up a Twitter account or anything? That a joke? Oh, we'd just like to know where we fit in in the pipeline.
Right where you always are.
Just checking.
Ms.
Wayne called a local radio show an hour ago, and called corruption on the Department of Corrections, and accused the NYPD of being complicit in covering up the murder of an inmate by a C.
O.
You kidding me? She hung you out to dry.
(door creaks) Okay, come on in.
Okay.
- Gonna have you wait right here, okay? -Yeah.
Just gonna check and make sure Okay.
nobody's here.
How long you lived here? Uh, about five years.
I'm gonna take a quick peek upstairs, okay? You live alone? My husband uh he passed away.
Okay.
It's all clear.
Uh, can I get you something? Like a beer, or? No, thank you.
I'm gonna head out.
Yeah? Okay.
Yeah.
You sure you're okay? Yes.
Yes, yes, yes.
I will be.
I just-- it just really rattled me.
Tell you what.
I know you're not okay.
I'll keep you company for a few minutes.
I'm off duty anyway.
What the hell, I'll take a beer.
- Yeah? - Sure.
So how'd you meet this Raymond character, anyway? Oh, God, it's embarrassing.
- Try me.
- Yes.
He I met him on a dating site.
Wow.
Yes.
Okay.
Which one? The one aimed at lonely, dumb-ass widows.
Oh.
I'll be sure to avoid it.
(laughs) That and the one for lonely, dumb-ass farmers.
Mm-hmm.
(chuckles) And what about your husband? Uh, what'd he do? He was a cop.
Nice.
Yes.
Bronx narcotics.
Wow.
Interesting.
Yep.
And your-your wife? She was a nurse, ironically enough.
Yep.
Yeah.
Um (sighs) I better get going.
Yeah, it's getting late.
Yeah.
Um Car will be outside all night.
Thank you.
And So don't be scared.
And if you need anything, you have my card.
Yes.
Don't hesitate to call.
(door opens, closes) Hi.
Gracias.
Thank you, thank you, thank you so much.
JAMIE: Congratulations on your baby.
(baby whimpering) You want to do you want to hold him? No, no.
That's okay.
No, no.
Uh, Mr.
and Mrs.
Alvarez, we went to your house, and, uh, there were some serious fire code violations.
I don't understand.
The Department of Buildings shut your place down.
What? We are kicked out of our home? MANUEL: We gave up everything to be here.
Now we don't have a a roof to stay? (baby crying) We got nothing.
Manny, Manny, Manny, shh.
We have everything.
We have each other, and we have our son.
Shh.
It's okay.
Shh.
Shh, shh.
We're gonna be okay.
(elevator bell dings) Hey, what the hell's going on? I arrest a guy for strangling his girlfriend, and beating the crap out of her, and he gets RoR'd? First time offense, and it's the judge's call.
Well, the judge is an idiot, because now, he's a second-time offender.
He tried to run her off the road last night.
Did she I.
D.
him? We know it was him, okay? No, you assume it was him.
What's it gonna take? Is he gonna have to kill her before somebody wakes up? You know, he wanted to file a cross complaint.
For what? He had a lump on the side of his head.
He probably got the lump when I cuffed him, okay? That's just great.
Look, she's a nurse, and she's scared out of her wits, and he's attacked her twice already.
Danny, she's a nurse, in jeopardy, looking to you for help.
What are you trying to say? I just think the case is affecting you on a personal level.
It is personal.
It's my collar, and this jackass is back on the street, assaulting his girlfriend again, and nobody's helping me, including you.
I can't do anything if she can't I.
D.
him as the attacker.
Who else could it be? Get me a paint chip from her bumper that matches his car, get me a video, get me an eyewitness, get me something-- anything substantial.
Mm-hmm.
Well, hopefully, it won't be a dead body.
First, it was quality of life crimes, which is bad enough, but now, violent offenders getting cut loose? I mean, what are we gonna do next? Release David Berkowitz and Mark David Chapman? ERIN: You're really going to equate your first-time offender to the Son of Sam? You know what I mean.
Now, look, if you think it's insane that violent offenders are being set free, raise your hand.
See, there? And you get a pass, 'cause she's your mom.
NICKY: I don't need a free pass, Uncle Danny.
I'm sure her office just followed the law.
Oh, yeah, I'm sure they were, too.
What about you, Dad? Way too broad a question for a yes or no from me.
ERIN: You know what I think would be great? If you could be a prosecutor for a week.
Yeah, I'd put all the bad guys away, so it would be great.
It would be great if we were in Deadwood, South Dakota, around 1870.
HENRY: In some ways, too bad we're not.
I'm with Danny.
What some people call progress, I call folly.
Thank you.
Oh.
Come on, Pop.
No, I mean it.
Across the board? The rights of law-abiding citizens trump the rights of violent felons, across the board, and all day long, yes.
Thank you.
I wish you could be a cop for a week.
ERIN: I bet you wouldn't, because I would point out that everyone has rights, including felons.
Well, you wouldn't have to, because cops already know that.
HENRY: Yeah.
Right? That is far too broad a question for a yes or no from me.
(Henry laughs) NICKY: Isn't the law supposed to be blind? Yeah, but not deaf and dumb, too.
All right.
What is that supposed to mean? Just that carrying this thing to extremes is its own kind of lawlessness.
FRANK: Well, the people around this table, the beat cop, the detective, the lawyer, the PC, we're the ones who are supposed to make sure that doesn't happen.
I think you all need a flaming liberal in the mix.
Keep you all honest.
DANNY: I think we already have one.
And it's you, so clam up.
No, wait a minute.
Nicky actually has a point for a change.
Thank you, I think.
It is our job to listen to people we don't have an everyday connection to.
JAMIE: Even if doing so makes you doubt the wisdom of some laws.
Yeah.
No.
JAMIE: Yes.
We delivered a baby Friday.
The mother and the husband are-are illegal.
They both work, but they just lost their apartment.
Now they have to move into a shelter, and there's nothing I can do to help them.
But didn't they break the law by coming here illegally? Yes, they did.
But the sentence does not fit the crime.
Not even close.
I hope you find some way to help them out.
FRANK: No, wait a minute.
Aren't we burying the headline here? Jamie Reagan delivered a baby.
(laughter) Yeah.
Eight pounds, six ounces, yeah.
What was it like? Uh, scary, and beautiful.
And one of the most amazing experiences of my life, but the takeaway was, I hope this kid has a shot.
Hope the law doesn't get him.
You know, that's coming from a cop.
Again? (laughs) Double or nothing.
Well, okay.
How's Nicky doing? Oh, she's trying to win back a hypothetical $480 that she lost to Pop.
Well, he's always been streaky.
She should stick to her game.
Hmm.
I got a hypothetical.
Well, whatever it is, you don't have to dress it up as a hypothetical.
Why not? Because there's not much that I haven't seen firsthand, and I can take it straight-up.
Okay.
Let's say someone gets arrested.
"Someone"? A visitor to Rikers for resisting a correction officer and then acting out.
Does this someone have a previous record? Similar offense a few months ago.
Can she go to jail for it? Ah, "she.
" Someone's a she.
Yeah, so what? Hence the hypothetical.
No.
What's the worst that can happen to her? Well, a lot's gonna depend on the judge and what the C.
O.
s testify to.
How big is their beef with her? She could get bail that she cannot make and end up incarcerated at Rikers with those C.
O.
s walking her hall for anywhere between six months and two years awaiting trial.
This a friend of yours? (sighs) Not exactly.
Then what? One of those people we talked about at dinner, the in-betweens.
Well, if she keeps this up, she's gonna find herself between a rock and a hard place.
(sighs) You're never gonna guess what I just did.
Probably not, but you're gonna tell me.
I got Mr.
Alvarez a job as a super, and it comes with an apartment.
Where? How? This building in the Bronx.
You know, one of those hippy-dippy neighborhoods that's starting to gentrify out by Yankee Stadium? How'd you swing that? What, now you don't talk? You know how my dad had that whole Ponzi scheme going before he was finally arrested for fraud? Yeah.
Well, a couple of the investors got out right before the whole thing went bust.
And one of them is a real estate investor.
So, what? You threatened him? No, but I laid a guilt trip on him you wouldn't believe.
There is one little hitch.
A hitch? It's more like an inconvenience for us.
For us? I had to sweeten the deal.
Eddie, what are you talking about? Don't worry about it.
What's the hitch? (knock on door) Raymond, open up.
How many times are you gonna come here? - I told you, I haven't seen him.
- Can you step back? When's the last time you saw him? Yesterday.
(sniffs) Do you smell that? Yeah, I do.
It smells like gas.
Really? Yeah.
(sniffs) I don't smell it.
Well, you must be used to it, 'cause I smell it and it smells like it's coming from in there.
You think Raymond left the gas on? If Raymond left the gas on and he's inside, he could be in serious danger.
(sniffs) Maybe you're right.
I think I do smell it.
DANNY: Okay, step back.
Police.
Raymond? Ray? Buddy? Hello? It's clear.
Clear here.
SUPER: I'll check the stove.
Go ahead.
He bought enough ammo to do some serious damage, too.
He was Googling street views and walkways of St.
Irene's.
Call crime scene.
Lock this place down till they get here.
Where the hell are you going? I'm going to the hospital.
Have ESU meet me there.
Danny, wait! You, get the hell out! Get out! (phone ringing) St.
Irene's.
DANNY: This is Detective Reagan, NYPD.
Is Faith Madson working today? Uh, yes, she is.
H-Hey, Raymond.
Is Faith here? Please, hold.
DANNY: No, no.
Don't put me on hold! You know you can't see her.
Don't tell him she's there.
Don't tell him! She's working, Ray.
No, where-where is Faith? I'll let her know you stopped by.
Listen to me, that guy has a gun! Okay? Where is Faith? MAN: Someone call security.
Raymond, Raymond, Ray.
Where is she? Where is Faith?! - No! - Where is Faith Madson?! Please, just take a breath.
Please.
No.
No.
(siren wailing) - Tell me where she is.
Where is she? - You don't have to do this.
Tell me.
Don't.
No, no.
I-I (people screaming) (siren wailing) (crying) Faith! Faith! Where's Faith Madson?! (siren wailing, people clamoring) What do we got? We've got reports of shots fired from inside.
Come on, get away from the building! Get away! What do we got? We got one dead and one circling the drain.
Which way'd he go? 911 calls say from the fifth floor.
All right.
Hang in there.
Where you going? Move! ESU's two minutes out! Ain't got time.
It's an active shooter! Where's the stairwell? Over there! Over there! Let's go! (door slams) Staff, staff! Police.
Get the hell out of here.
(woman whimpers) (man whispering) He still back there? No, he left.
Which way'd he go? I don't know.
Where's Faith Madson? I don't know.
Why? Because where she is, he is.
Stay there.
Help's on the way.
Give me your hand, give me your hand.
Come on.
(man groaning) Stay here.
(woman sobbing) Hey.
Which way'd he go? I didn't see.
(gunshots) He's downstairs.
Stay put.
Where is Faith Madson?! I'm gonna keep shooting until I find her! (stifled sobbing) Faith! Faith! Faith! Hey, take the stairs.
Get out of here.
Where is she? I don't know.
Where is Nurse Madson? Just let us be, okay? I don't know where she is.
(whispering): You're okay, you're okay.
Faith! Come on.
Run, run, run, run, run! No! Get back! Go! (panting) Hey! Don't do it! Get back! Ray, don't hurt her.
She hurt me, but no-no one cares about that? Raymond, please, just listen to him.
I'm sorry.
- Shut up.
- Ray! Hey! Let's talk.
Okay? You kill me, you kill her! I don't want to kill you.
I want to help you, okay? Please, listen to him.
Shut up, shut up, shut up.
Shut up, shut up, shut up.
DANNY: Ray! Hey! Forget about her.
Look at me.
Look at me.
Let's work this out together, just me and you.
Come on.
I want people to know what she did.
Whoa, oh! Don't come closer! Hey! Get back! Stand back! RAYMOND: You don't love me.
You this-this is your fault.
Please.
RAYMOND: This is your fault.
Okay, Ray.
Just threw it all away for no reason, no reason! I want everybody to know that she ripped out my heart.
That I, that I gave her everything and she just, she just threw it all away.
No reason! Ray.
She just threw it all away.
(cries) I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.
DANNY: Ray.
Talk to me.
I want everybody to know that I have no regrets about what I'm about to do.
Raymond, please put the gun down.
RAYMOND: If you take that shot, you miss, you have to live with it.
(shouts) (panting) Come on, come on.
(crying) (door opens) BAKER: Sir? Let's have her.
(sighs) I know what you're gonna say.
No, you don't.
I should have edited myself.
"The NYPD is corrupt"? "The NYPD is complicit in covering up a murder"? What editing undoes that? I hadn't heard back from you.
I didn't know I had a clock on me.
If you're me, you don't get to use the microphone too often.
Well, then learn how to use it or run away from it.
Oh.
Come on.
Please, sit down.
I don't have PR guys to go between my raw thoughts and the polite ones.
Look, you're smart.
You called into that radio You never said things before in a moment that you wish you could take back? Sure.
Then just take my word for it.
That's exactly the problem.
I mean now! I got carried away.
I'm sorry.
But sometimes, I have to make a little noise to make things happen.
Is everything an agenda with you? Saying what I believe is not an agenda.
What do you expect from me? I expect your trust.
I think I've earned that.
Why? Because you show up to some of our vigils sometimes? I appreciate you showing up, but you never contribute.
I guess I never felt I had anything to offer.
Just you standing up there and saying the system isn't perfect, that some folks get screwed by it? That would be like Christmas morning to us.
Shelly, as sure as we are sitting here, you're gonna end up in the system.
I don't want to see that.
You sit up here above it all.
You have no idea what it's like to fight an unjust system to lose your brothers and sisters and children! Sometimes, you just showing up isn't enough.
You've got to put some skin in the game! (sighs) Detective? Hi.
I wasn't expecting you.
Yeah, I was, um I was pretty wound up, so I just went for a walk, and then I was walking for an hour, and I ended up here.
Well, it is a very safe place to end up.
- Is that your wife? - Yeah.
She's pretty.
Thank you.
You have a beautiful family.
Thanks.
I wanted to thank you for everything.
You, you really you saved my life.
I just did my job.
I kind of get the feeling you're the kind of guy who never just does his job.
Guilty as charged.
(chuckles) I didn't just end up here, I came here with a purpose.
Okay.
I'd like to see you again.
Outside of work.
I mean, maybe I could, I could take you to dinner, a movie or something.
Yeah, I'm sorry.
That was, that was No No, it was inappropriate.
I get it.
It's okay.
Um it's not that I don't find you interesting or beautiful or funny.
Just think maybe in another lifetime, when I'm a little bit better at dealing with certain things, I'd probably jump at the chance.
It's too soon.
I totally get it.
It's weird, but, uh I still feel like I'm married, you know? Yeah.
I did, too, for a long time.
When does it stop? Feeling like you're married.
Uh when you decide it's okay to start living again.
Your wife was lucky.
So was I.
Okay, do you want to know what the hitch is? Yeah.
What's the hitch? I may have promised that we'd work security at a Hamptons bash next month.
Are you serious? It's gonna be great.
The family won't have to live in a in a shelter, and all you have to do is keep fans away from Jay-Z for a couple weekends.
Win-win.
A couple?! ANGELA: There you are! Hey, hey, guys.
Hey.
Hey.
We don't know how to thank you.
A a job as a super? An apartment of our own? Um, we are so-- what's the word-- overcome with thanks to both of you.
Well, we're just so glad everything worked out.
You have no idea how much this means to us.
Everything you've done.
Um, we can't thank you enough.
Please, just take care of this beautiful family of yours.
That's thanks enough.
Well, we couldn't think what to give you to show you how grateful we are for everything you've done.
So, um, we named the baby after you.
(Angela and Manuel chuckle) Oh, you named the baby Jamie? Eddie.
Yeah, Eddie.
(both laugh) Yeah, Eddie.
Just like you.
Yeah.
Oh, uh, wow, I'm, uh, touched.
I, um I'm really Wow, that's something, right, Jamie? Y-Yes.
Thank you so much.
This really is so beautiful.
We are just so happy.
Thank you.
Say bye-bye, Eddie.
Congratulations.
Adios, Eddie.
Bye-bye.
All right, adios, Eddie.
(Angela and Manuel chuckle) Come on, Eddie.
Perfect.
Give it a try.
All right, let's test this out.
Oh, no.
Oh! Oh, my God.
Luck.
Oh, it's all skill.
Yeah.
What's going on? Hey, guys.
I'll tell you what's going on here.
I may not have some of your mother's skills, but I can build a regulation basketball hoop with my bare hands, and I didn't even need to read the manual.
Because I read the instructions.
Because you know nothing about basketball.
Ooh.
I know how to beat you.
Those are fightin' words.
Those are fightin' words.
You in? I'm in.
How 'bout you? Done.
Team Erin.
All right, two on two.
Let's go.
You're a girl.
That makes it one and a half on two.
Oh, right.
Okay.
Oh! Oh! Let's go.
Winners can't let it up like that, Dad.
All right, all right.
Now we got a game, let's go.
Oh! Let's go.
That old saying "You can only be as happy as your least happy child" I need to find an antidote for that.
(laughs) That's why I'm here.
My daughter can't hardly get out of bed since her boy was killed.
That's why I'm here.
(sighs) With the hope that by me telling our story maybe some kind of relief will rub off on her.
Thank you.
Thank you for that, Doris.
Would anyone else like to speak? Commissioner Reagan? Maybe you'd like to say something? Hello.
CROWD: Hello.
(sighs) Okay.
When, uh, my oldest son was nine, he got into it with his, uh, younger brother in the backyard.
They were 19 months apart, so it wasn't an uncommon occurrence.
Their grandpa breaks it up, but then he's asked them to settle it in what he called the right way.
(chuckles) Sure enough, out of the garage comes Pop.
He was a former department boxing champ, and he's got the gloves.
So to be honest, I know that 12-ounce gloves are pretty cumbersome on a kid.
They're not gonna do much damage to each other.
I knew their mother wouldn't approve, but she was at the market with the baby.
So the brothers went at it in the Reagan backyard with Grandpa as the referee.
(crowd chuckling) Now, personally, I think big brother was going easy on little brother.
But little brother, he was having none of that.
I mean, Joe would he'd bop him one, and Danny would just wade back in.
Their kid sister, by the way (chuckles) she was enjoying the hell out of it because both of them picked on her all the time.
(crowd chuckling) Anyway, with those big, heavy gloves, it didn't take long for them to get arm-weary and punched out.
Grandpa calls it a draw, and that was that.
Except the next morning, I get a call from Sister Margaret Mary, their school principal.
She was inquiring about Joe's black eye and Danny's split lip.
Evidently, the brothers were not willing to talk.
Between you and me, made me proud.
My sons were protecting each other.
And as for my oldest, Joe I miss him every day.
It's funny, the things you think about.