Blue Bloods s08e08 Episode Script

Pick Your Poison

1 MAN: Over there! I saw him! This way, Detectives.
What do we got? Male bleeding heavily from his abdomen.
EMTs are working on him now.
Hey, is he talking? He's circling the drain.
What's his name? Lee.
Lee, do you know who did this to you? MAN: Losing him.
DANNY: Sir? If he knows, he ain't saying.
OFFICER: Detectives.
They have the perp in custody.
Where is he? (crowd clamoring) OFFICER: This way.
Step back.
Hey, step back, everyone.
Get back! At least tell me he's dead.
What? At least tell me he's dead.
At least tell me that monkey's dead.
Yeah, he's dead.
You owning it? I guess I am, though I got regrets.
That's good to hear.
I regret I couldn't see he was just a old ape.
Wanted to get me a young frisky one! The only ape around here is you, buddy.
(crowd clamoring) DANNY: Let him out! MAN: Get the racist out of here! You have the right to remain silent.
I got a right to live in a monkey-free country! Lock this up! Anything you say may be used against you.
Yeah, what I say is go back to Africa! DANNY: Shut up.
(sighs) You can't terminate me for this.
You don't tell me what I can and cannot do.
All right, shouldn't.
Devin, it's not his choice, it's department policy.
You test positive for drugs, you're out.
Drugs, Sid? Yeah, marijuana's still drugs in the NYPD.
I had part of an edible at the Denver airport.
Bought in Colorado, used in Colorado, left behind in Colorado.
Which is legal-- I know, you told us.
And you say that like it doesn't matter.
No, I say it like it's a pain-in-the-ass excuse, which is all it is.
What's legal say? That question's above your rank.
That question's like life or death to me right now.
Only life or death's life or death.
What's their take? They don't have one yet.
There's no precedent.
But you, you have one? Your take is to just can my ass.
It is still illegal in the NYPD, in all city agencies, under state and federal law.
I can't just look the other way, Devin, because you decided a Rocky Mountain high is okay.
Now jokes? Hi, everyone.
We got a little wrinkle.
I hate that phrase.
I got bad news.
Better? Our mayor got wind of Chief Jones's predicament and wants in.
"Wants in"? She's very pro-legalization.
She wants in on the next move.
It's an NYPD matter.
There's no room on the bus.
She leaks this to the press, we're gonna need a much bigger bus.
She'd do that? You really want to find out? (sighs) Come on! Stop! Police! Stop! - Hey! - I got him! I got him! Hey! - Watch out! - Hey! Hey! Police! Stop him! Hey, give me a hand! Help me! Come on! (both grunting) Don't move.
Come on.
You okay? No.
I'm not okay.
Hey! (groans) Take this.
Yeah, you, numbnuts.
I'm talking to you.
Come here.
(panting) Skip Fuller.
You are? Eddie Janko.
Do you remember me? Oh, no.
What? You're a cop? Oh, yeah, I'm a cop, and right now, never happier to be one.
Put your hands behind your back.
No, I got this.
You got what? What is this? You're under arrest.
In violation of New York penal code 195.
10, titled "Refusing to aid a police officer.
No way.
Yeah, way.
Put your hands behind your back.
Whoa, whoa.
I didn't do anything.
Story of your life.
(scoffs) All right.
Hey! Now I'm adding an additional charge of resisting arrest and obstructing governmental administration.
You're gonna want to start cooperating.
This is funny, huh, Skip? Real funny.
(panting) I got this, Jamie.
Come on, Skip.
Let's go.
Blue Bloods 8x08 Pick Your Poison (paper rustles) DANNY: Here you go.
Just sign your name.
Oh, here? Yeah, right there, where it says "signature"? BAEZ: You sure you don't want a lawyer? I'm just dotting all the "I"s.
- Can't afford no lawyer.
- See there? But you are aware that one would be provided for you, at no cost.
Yeah, I heard that.
You're still willing to talk without a lawyer present? Jalapeño here speak English? I said no.
Swamp Thing said no.
Did you hear him? Good.
Let's go.
Send over some Jew.
Jew finds out I killed a monkey, he'd talk to all the other Jews at the courthouse.
Next thing you know, I'm swinging from a tree.
Well, we don't have the death penalty here in New York.
What a pity.
Sure is.
Sign your name.
While we're at it, are there any other homicides you'd like to confess to, Mr.
Pitney? I'm sure the D.
would look favorably upon any assistance you can give in any unsolved cases.
Nice try.
Sure about that? Okay.
Tell you what.
I'll spill some beans.
Just as soon as you give me that citizenship medal I got coming for all my efforts to take our country back.
We'll get you that medal right away.
Then you can shove it up your ass.
OFFICER: Let's go.
You know the drill.
What's with this guy? Obstructing, resisting arrest, refusal to aid a police officer.
Namely, me.
Sarge, give us a sec? What? You tell me.
What's your beef with this guy? No beef.
He failed to aid a police officer, and I need to teach him a lesson.
Then just give him a desk appearance ticket for the refusing to aid and be done with it.
You charge resisting, he goes into the system.
He escalated things, not me.
Eddie, he didn't threaten you.
He didn't even really resist.
Yeah, he did.
I'll have to testify to what I saw, and I'm not sure I can turn spiking a racquet into resisting arrest and obstructing.
Yeah, you can.
Not enough to stick.
You have my back, Reagan? Eddie, I'm telling you that I don't think what I saw was enough to put this guy in the system.
Well, why don't we let the D.
decide what's enough? Copy? Eddie, what's the beef? (sighs) Just trust me, okay? Come on, Skip.
You're up.
So I looked Chief Jones up.
And he's got quite a record with your department.
Yes, he does.
So? Do you know what the first words in any story about him will be? I can guess.
"Hero cop.
" Newscast, too.
"Hero cop fired by NYPD for"? "Rocky Mountain High"? Exactly.
Story at 11:00.
Doesn't that sound inspiring, Frank? If I ran my department off what the headlines might be, my people would've mutinied a long time ago, and they'd have every right to.
DUTTON: So he's never considered the implications of his decisions? Is that what he's saying? Of course not.
Then talk to him.
He can speak for himself, believe me.
(sighs) Maggie.
If you run this up the flagpole before I've made a decision, you will be cutting my command out from under me.
You don't want that.
What I don't want to do is silence this man on the issue of archaic marijuana laws.
"Mayor Makes Hero Cop Mascot in Legal Pot Push.
" Is that the headline you're looking for? No.
'Cause that's what it's gonna be.
I am looking out for my officer, period.
This is an NYPD matter, period.
Hands off.
(door opens, closes) What is a real Samaritan? Uh, let's find out.
Keep an eye open.
(phone ringing) DANNY: Detectives Reagan and Baez.
Need to talk to whoever's in charge here.
Kyle Wentworth, Detectives.
We have a warrant to seize the effects of one Duane Pitney.
Gave this as his last address.
He was here barely a week.
What's this about? It's about he murdered a man about ten blocks from here.
Old man.
Black old man.
What, you didn't hear? That was Pitney? Well, we spent enough time with him to reason, uh, probably wasn't his first hate crime.
Can't link him to us.
We barely knew him.
We're not trying to link anything to anybody.
We're just here to get his stuff.
If he gave this as his last address, and the press gets hold That's not our problem.
Does he have a locker here or a room, anything? I'll give you his stuff, but you got to promise me protection.
Really? From who? The blacks who are gonna come after us.
(chuckles) Your whole thing seems to be about how tough you are.
What you need us for? We provide a service to this community.
We pay rent, we pay taxes.
The local precinct has a duty to protect us.
I'm not asking for anything on the arm here, just what's due.
"On the arm"? For free.
I know what it means.
How do you know what it means? Nine years on the job, last six at the 4-4.
And so now you're, what, some kind of white rights vigilante? No.
Now I'm free of all the PC crap, the civil rights crap, the community relations crap.
Now I'm free to actually do the job.
Getting rid of the blacks and browns? Just the gangs.
Just happens that they come in those colors.
I didn't make it that way.
He crashed in the room in the back.
His stuff would be there.
It was a hazing thing on a pledge, and Janko was kind of the innocent bystander.
How so? Well, if a pledge was hooking up in one of the rooms during a party, it was a thing to snatch the girl and kind of parade her around the house.
And Eddie was the girl? Yeah.
And I'm guessing, when you would snatch up one of these girls, they'd be naked.
That would be the point.
So you marched Eddie around the house? Not me.
Another brother.
But you were there? Yes, obviously.
And you did nothing.
Look, man, it was pretty common.
She just blew it up.
At any rate, it's hardly fair that I'm, like, in jail for it.
- Let's not talk about fair, okay? - No, let's.
She's using her cop status to get back at me.
Says you.
Come on, man.
Look, it was, like, ten, 11 years ago.
Yeah, well, maybe not to her.
She bring charges? There was an administration review.
We were told to put an end to the practice.
Oh, hard time, huh? Look, man, okay? I own a bar.
I could lose my liquor license over this.
That's probably a good thing.
Maybe a frat boy like you shouldn't be serving liquor.
I get to call a lawyer yet? Hey, whoa, whoa.
Come on, come on, come on.
Where you going? Talk to the desk sergeant.
About what? About getting justice for frat boys like you.
I want a lawyer! Tell your arresting officer! Damn it! Their website says Real Samaritans has branches in Chicago, Miami and L.
Makes sense.
You're in the gang business, you go where the gangs are, right? Detective Reagan, you got a visitor.
You hang on a second.
This has to be a first.
How's that? You're in a squad room without handcuffs on.
Did you toss him? Yes, sir.
Meet Tyrell Green, head dirtbag of the Get Cash Boyz.
How can I help you, sir? We need to talk about these Real Samaritan dudes, homie.
What do you mean, "We need to talk"? We, we.
What are you gonna do? They done killed that old man.
They're stone-cold racists in my turf.
I'm sorry, did I miss something? Is this old man your daddy or something? He the whole hood's daddy.
Look, stay away from them, okay? Nah, I can't do that.
That's my neighborhoody-hood.
It's your neighborhood where you deal drugs and you extort shop owners.
No, man, listen, I have turned a whole new leap.
- I think you mean "a new leaf.
" - That part.
Get the hell out of here, Tyrell.
And if you go near those guys, it's gonna be a bus ticket back upstate for you.
Look, seriously, man, y'all supposed to be protecting the neighborhood.
I mean, if you ain't gonna do your job, why don't you just step aside and let somebody else step up? If I need a civics lesson, I'll let you know next time.
(chuckles) Get him out of here.
Tell the commissioner to keep up the bad work.
I will.
Yeah, I bet you will.
What? What "what"? It's something.
Just what he said about stepping up.
It it just sounds like it could be a quote from any one of my family members at any one Sunday dinner.
That's what.
JONES: Somebody dropped a dime on me.
You know it and I know it.
19 years on the job, never been tested till now? No way that happens without somebody tipping IAB where I was at.
You mean up on Buzz Mountain? Come on.
You really think we're gonna go down this road? JONES: Yes, you should look into it.
GORMLEY: Look into it for what, Devin? One of your trainees thinks you're too tough on him and wants to crack you back? That line goes around the block.
You tested positive, fair and square.
JONES: For something that was legal where I used it.
I've known you a long time, so I know you're better than this.
There's no quality judgments to be made.
Somebody wants to drop a dime on you for whatever reason, it's their dime to spend.
Quit whining.
I'm defending myself.
Let's say someone did tip off IAB.
Are you telling me that somehow they knew this was the one and only time you got high? No.
Then shut up about it.
You smoke weed, right? Please, don't ask me that.
Okay, how's this? Fair to say this wasn't the first time you inhaled? It was an edible, a legal edible.
Oh, and cut that out.
You drink whiskey? Whiskey's legal.
My grandson's hamster could make that argument.
So was the edible that I had.
The point is, we have stressful jobs, sometimes you need something to relax.
Ah, come on, Devin.
Drinking never agreed with me.
Come clean.
Admit you screwed up and fall on the mercy.
Or what? I get terminated? A punk on the street gets told to put it out, but a decorated cop goes under a bus? Devin, you really want to become the mayor's political football? You really want this to be your legacy of service? The Times has called five times and Stall them.
This is raw meat.
If you don't have a basket of IOUs from these guys, you're not doing your job right.
Stall them.
(quiet chatter, laughter) So, how do you want to play this? Straight, but cutting her some slack.
Not sure slack's gonna cut it.
Playing it by ear, then? JANKO: Hey.
Uh, hope you don't mind if my sister joins us.
Uh, not at all.
It's long overdue.
Uh, excuse me? Can I get an Irish whiskey, one cube, please? So, what's going on? What's that mean? Well, Erin's not just here, is she? I asked Erin to join us.
Jamie called me for advice, and I advised him to issue the prisoner a desk appearance ticket for the obscure charge and to release him.
And you did it? Yeah.
How? I talked to the desk sergeant, and he assigned me the collar.
So, what, you're like his muscle? No, just the A.
trying to keep the two of you out of a jam.
By letting Fuller walk? Fuller did something terrible, from what I understand, but he didn't do it yesterday and he didn't do it in New York City.
You understand how? I talked to him in his holding cell; he told me what happened.
That must've been brutal, Eddie.
Did he tell you that he posted pictures as well? No.
Yeah, not only did he not do anything to help me when it happened, but he saw to it that the humiliation went on and on.
I'm really sorry about that.
But if you testify to the trumped-up charges, the only way it would stick is if you perjured yourself.
You ever had naked pictures of yourself posted online? No.
Tend to forget the legal niceties when you think about the person that did that to you.
I can imagine.
You know, I never had any complaints about my boobs or my ass, but that's because I got to choose who saw them.
He took that choice away from me.
Eddie, I'm really sorry that that happened, but you can't get your payback by pressing false charges against him.
This on you guys? Thanks.
These guys don't get to qualify their racism by saying it's just the gangs they're racist about.
Believe me, I'm not saying they do.
I mean, they're still just racist.
Yes, they are.
And normally, you'd say that if Green were to off him, it'd be a community service homicide.
And I still do say it'd be a community service homicide if the guy getting offed wasn't a cop.
And that's my point.
What's the limit on what the shield shields you from? Come on, don't get me wrong here.
I don't agree with anything this guy stands for.
That's good to hear.
(phone ringing, vibrating) Look, I have time before I go to my old man's for dinner.
Would you like to get a drink or something? Sure.
Son of a bitch.
What? Pitney just offed one of the Get Cash Boyz in Rikers 20 minutes ago.
(sighs) That cracker's got some death wish.
Who you calling? Word's gonna travel fast.
There's gonna be trouble.
Detective Reagan of Major Case.
Need a sector car to respond to 1675 Jamaica Avenue.
I'm on my way.
Let's go.
(tires screeching) (indistinct chatter) DANNY: Ah, son of a bitch.
Hey, welcome to the after-party, Detectives.
What do we got? Just a burglary.
Criminal mis, no vics.
And, uh, somebody peed on the banner.
Somebody what? Yeah.
Can you get DNA off of pee? I don't think it's a very good source.
Is it okay I don't bag it? It might tell you it was males or females who did this.
You mean we have to bag it? Let's assume it was males, okay? We're not bagging the pee.
There's a router and a laser printer gone, too.
Wow, just in the nick of time.
What'd you see? Half a dozen black guys taking off with our stuff.
- - Okay, can you I.
any of 'em? Yeah.
Maybe if you had a mug shot of their backs! Take it easy, all right? We're here to help.
Yeah, the hell you are.
You let this happen.
This is on you.
Hey, hey! Take it easy with the bat or you're gonna have a bigger problem than this mess! I mean, what the hell did you think was gonna happen? You move into a predominantly black neighborhood and practically put up a sign saying "whites only.
" We go where the business is.
Really? Well, your boy Duane just killed a local banger in Rikers an hour ago.
I told you, he's not my boy.
You know, maybe it's time you moved to a new neighborhood, huh? I'll ask your C.
to have a sector car pay special attention to this place the next few days.
He's black, too, Detective.
(sighs) I'm asking anyways.
Okay? Copy that.
Come down to the squad room tomorrow, look at some photos, okay? Look, I told you I just saw their backs.
Maybe there's some guys I like for it, maybe you seen 'em around.
I'm sure I have.
You're kind of missing the point of me.
What's the point of you? I'm done trying to run the zoo your way.
Doesn't work.
So, what, there's a new sheriff in town? Hmm? One that carries a baseball bat? I still have my carry permit and weapon as a last resort.
Okay, Wyatt Earp.
Oh, come on, I'm not gonna go around the table, but I think it's safe to assume that, other than me and Pop, everyone has had experience with marijuana.
Good with.
Not so fast.
Seriously? Mm-hmm.
I used to hang out backstage at the Half Note and the Village Vanguard.
Off-duty, of course.
Of course.
HENRY: And when Dizzy or Sonny or Miles offer you a reefer, you don't say no, do you? Apparently not.
(chuckles) Peer pressure? HENRY: It was a long time ago.
And we didn't have any random drug tests back then.
Never? Come on, Dad.
Yeah, come on, Dad.
It kind of started out as a bet.
Your grandpa offered me 500 bucks if I'd wait till I was 21.
Yeah, and after you turned 21? I got the 500 bucks.
But by then, I'd seen such stupid stuff hanging out with my friends, I it just didn't have any appeal.
You never told me that.
Well, you never told me that! One thing the chief said sticks.
Departmental policy says I have to terminate him, but if he was just Citizen Jones, smoking a joint in the park, departmental practice for a cop would be to just tell him to ditch it.
Pretty much.
HENRY: I hate to say it, but it doesn't seem right.
ERIN: We actually have an office pool-- which A.
will become the test case for a random drug test that shows positive for pot they bought legally.
Some would say our departments are lagging behind the citizens we're supposed to protect and serve.
But the authority we have is partly because we're held to a stricter standard.
ERIN: But any wink you show that marijuana possession is less than what the law says, well, you open a huge can of worms.
DANNY: I know, but can't you just let the chief fall on his own sword for the short term? How do you mean? Make a show until this thing blows over, and then, once it blows over, you bring him back.
HENRY: And let every single one of the rank and file go, "Oh, the system's rigged, unless you're the boss.
" Speaking on behalf of the rank and file, you're right.
ERIN: You know how else I know we're talking about a double standard? How? I keep thinking maybe we shouldn't bring this up in front of the kids at Sunday dinner.
(laughter) Good idea.
Anything? For the tenth time, I saw these guys' backs from a half block away at night.
Let's just take another look at these.
The Get Cash Boyz.
So you can I.
In that I know who they are.
It's part of the reason I'm in the neighborhood I am.
I can't put them at the scene.
Well, I know that they took an interest in your little outfit.
Look, I know what you're trying to do, and I'm not playing.
And when I get them, it'll be by rights or by righteous force.
Can I ask you something? How'd you go from being on the job to this? This? This dog-whistle racist thing you're all about.
The job itself did this.
The job ordered me not to profile these animals.
Not to stop and frisk and, God knows how, presume that they're innocent.
Came a day I couldn't stomach it.
But I respected the uniform, so I took it off.
Now I can call a spade a spade.
You asked.
You know, not for nothing, but everybody on the job gets jaded.
You can still keep your sense of good judgment, though.
Good judgment is exactly what I have.
How many times I got to say it, Reagan? I don't want to talk about it.
Neither do I.
Then what are you doing skulking around out here? I did what I had to do, but I'm sorry I had to, okay? Oh, whatever.
Could you just accept the apology? What do you want, a receipt? What are you doing here? You walked.
- I know.
- Then keep walking.
I owe you an apology that's long overdue.
Oh, spare me.
I'm sorry for what I did and what I didn't do.
I'm ashamed of myself, and I'm sorry.
That it? Uh, well, I own a bar.
It's a nice place-- good food, good people.
You can eat and drink for free anytime you want.
The sad part is I think that that works for you, and I think that that always has.
What, apologizing? Whatever you do, in the end, you know you're gonna get away with it.
No, that's not true.
Oh, give me a break, Skippy.
You got the perfect gene pool and the private schools and the stupid little whales on your belts and your ties, and you got it made.
I half-own a bar, Janko.
I'm not exactly a success story.
Whatever you do, there's gonna be an army of people out there going, "Oh, Skip Fuller, "he's good people.
"Great family, all the right schools.
Boys will be boys.
" You don't know me at all.
Stay out of my sight.
(sighs) Yes.
She invited me to dinner at Gracie Mansion, and I went.
Good talk? Any results? JONES: She offered me a position, in case this conflict results in my being terminated from the department.
GORMLEY: What position? Minister of Ganja? Sid.
With the implication that you will endorse legalization? Didn't come up.
Come on, Devin, you're a smart guy.
She didn't ask me not to speak my mind.
So, what's the post? Deputy Commissioner, New York City Emergency Management.
You'll be a good fit.
I would be, or I will be? Devin, I can't let this slide.
And I shouldn't have to tell you about leadership.
You can't ask your troops to follow an order you don't follow yourself.
Straw poll says the troops don't give a hoot about keeping weed a crime.
That could be, but the number-one job of this department is to make sure the laws are upheld.
So my hands are tied.
You could be a voice of reason.
No one ever hired me for my voice.
That's it? If you can't meet me at least halfway, all I can do is say thank you for your service.
I'm Michael Goldman, referred by the ACLU.
I've been assigned to represent Duane Pitney in the Rikers murder.
Talk about your short straws.
Actually, I relish the opportunity.
Testing the mettle.
Good luck with that.
What do you want from us? I'm here because, in my discovery, I've learned that there's a group called Real Samaritans who've come under attack because of Pitney's relationship with them.
They say Pitney was just passing through.
But the police report named them and gave their address in conjunction with Pitney's case.
The PR desk is downtown.
Yeah, fair warning, if you do not take steps to insure the safe exercise of their First Amendment rights, I will be recommending a civil suit against the NYPD on their behalf.
Well, consider us warned.
I'm serious, Detective.
I know who you are, I know who your father is.
You trying to threaten me here, Mr.
Goldman? Not at all.
Just setting the table for you.
Good evening, Detectives.
Some nerve, huh? Yeah.
But with an irritating little kernel of truth to it.
(sighs) (tires screeching) Hey! What the hell's going on here? - We're going out on rounds.
- "On rounds"? That's funny, 'cause I thought you said you were all, uh, anti-gang.
We're not a gang.
You're not a gang? Well, that's interesting.
'Cause when I see a bunch of lookalike, dress-alike dirtbags carrying pipes and bats and sticks and such, I see a gang.
We're a force for good.
You're everything you claim to hate, only you're too stupid to see it.
Come on, Kyle.
You were a cop.
Walk in those shoes again for a second.
You know I can't back you up, and you know I'm not gonna protect you.
We don't count on you anymore.
And neither do any of the other right-minded citizens.
(hip-hop music playing over car stereo) Ready? This is it.
This happens now.
Come on.
(hip-hop music playing over car stereo) GREEN: Hey, white piece of bread, yo.
How many times you been warned? Could ask you the same thing.
Yo, this Brooklyn.
We own all of this here.
Why don't you climb back into those trees.
These are our streets now.
You calling me a monkey? Yeah.
And you just DANNY: Tyrell Green! Step away.
Over there.
Tyrell Green, I've observed you operating a motor vehicle with inoperable taillights.
(scoffs) I've also became suspicious that some of the individuals in your company may have felony records, which, as you and I both know, consorting with known felons is a violation of your parole, a violation which will send you right back to prison if you don't get the hell out of here.
Oh, man, you on that bull shiesty, right? Get out of here before I change my mind, okay, Tyrell? Come on.
Better work on your tan around these parts.
(engine starts) Come on.
(hip-hop music playing over car stereo) Fix that taillight.
Kyle Wentworth.
Hey! We don't have stand-your-ground statutes here in New York City.
Yet I've observed you and your friends acting in a very threatening manner, armed with implements that could well be used as dangerous weapons.
Your boy Duane's in protective custody for killing one of his boys.
Should you end up in Rikers, well, (chuckles) your ass would be a sweet replacement, if you get what I'm saying.
Now, get the hell inside, start making travel arrangements.
All of you.
Come on.
(men muttering) Take a seat.
JONES: I wanted to come and personally thank you for reaching out during this challenging time for me.
And? That's all.
No, that can't be all.
I've got two reporters from the Times metro desk on their way in here.
Madam Mayor, we came here as a courtesy, but also to stress that this is a departmental matter, and we'd prefer to keep it that way.
Is he still fired? Chief? After some candid and invigorating discussions with the commissioner, we agreed on the course of action which both sets the right example for rank and file, while allowing me to reset and then resume my duties.
Why does he sound like he's reading from a teleprompter? He doesn't.
JONES: I'm not.
What's the course of action? A period of suspension.
Define "period.
" A length or portion of time.
I meant how long? That's TBD.
What else? Outpatient rehab.
So, what? He has to watch Reefer Madness all the way through? I'm not buying any of this, Frank.
Also, mandatory drug tests, going forward.
Where you get a mandatory heads-up a week before.
We came here as a courtesy.
I would appreciate courtesy in kind.
As difficult as it is in this instance, it is my duty to enforce the laws governing marijuana use by our officers with the same diligence with which we enforce it on the public.
Smoke and mirrors, that's what you're giving me, Frank.
Good day, Madam Mayor.
I wanted to thank you again for your support.
Meant a lot to me.
You're gonna say it eventually.
Might as well just get it over with.
"Reagan, I got to admit, you had my back on this one"" Nope.
"Hate to say it, but I owe you one.
" Not happening.
DISPATCHER: 12-David, we have a 10-34, assault in progress, 1954 Eighth Avenue.
(siren wailing) Central, 12-David, show us responding.
(tires screech) Whoa, whoa.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Whoa, whoa! Hey.
Face the wall, face the wall.
I'm going in, Jamie.
Out of the way.
Move! What happened? These douche bags were hitting on us, and they started grabbing our boobs and stuff, so the bartender, like, stepped in.
Then they started just, like, whaling on him.
Central, 12-David.
We need a bus at this location, forthwith.
Does anyone have a rag? Thank you.
Sir? Sir, can you hear me? (grunts) All right.
(grunting) Skip? Eddie? Did you set this up? Oh-- oh, no.
No, no, no.
Well, that's good to hear.
I think my ribs are busted.
We got an ambulance on the way, so stay still.
I stepped up.
JANKO: Yeah.
Yeah, I heard, Skip.
Can we be even? Skip, just take it easy.
Can we be even? Just (Skip groans loudly) Yeah, we're good.
(Skip groans loudly) Shh, shh, shh, shh.
That's (continues shushing) Yeah, I got it.
That ain't right.
What's that? Canvass turned up security camera footage clearly showing Green and his crew smashing the plate glass, then going in and coming out.
The precinct had the footage an hour later, and they sat on it.
Now, given the vics in this instance, I can understand why they'd sit back.
But we are supposed to protect and serve everyone Danny.
Danny! no matter what.
What?! (camera clicking) Can't say I didn't see this coming.
At least he died doing what he loved.
How's that? Taking out young black men.
You know, he was a cop.
He was? He was.
Retired from the 4-4, said it was the job made him a bigot.
He said that? That's what he said.
You buy it? No, I don't buy it.
What, then? He just wasn't the man for the job.