All language subtitles for CSI New York S02E20 Run Silent, Run Deep.DVD.HI.cc.en.CBS

( phone rings)

( ringing)

( ringing)

Detective Taylor.

MAN:
Detective, I need to speak
to someone about a murder.

I have a confession to make.

I'm listening.

We buried the body...

north end zone...
Giants Stadium.

We snatched the guy
from the Bronx a long time ago.

I can't get his face
out of my mind!

I can still hear the gunshot!

Now, just calm down.
Where are you?

Please get him out of there!

I can't take those screams
in my head anymore!

( gunshot)

( indistinct radio transmission)

Blood spatter
on the back of the hands.

Void on the palm.

Ran the I.D.
in the vic's wallet.

His name was Salvador Zabo.

He was a construction worker
from Pelham Bay.

TAYLOR:
12-inch shotgun,
12-gauge buckshot.

Vic mentioned the kid may

have been kidnapped from
the Bronx and taken to Jersey.

If there's any truth to that,

we're gonna be working
with Jersey CSIs.

Process the scene.

Where you going?

East Rutherford.

Now, let me get this straight.

Some wacko calls you up

telling tales about a man
buried in this stadium,

you drag us out here
in the middle of the night.

We may not be the high

and mighty NYPD out here

in little old East Rutherford,
Detective Taylor,

but it's going to take a little
bit more than a prank call

for us to dig up this end zone.

Normally, I'd agree with you,

but this prank caller took
his own life with a shotgun.

His final words
were details
about a burial

in this stadium... I take that
very seriously. Now, look.

If there's nothing down there,
I'll be the first

to apologize
for wasting your time.

If there is, I'll be the first

to ask for your cooperation.

I'd also extend

the same courtesy
to any one of you

the next time you take
the Lincoln Tunnel into my city.

( beeping)

Wait a minute.

There's something down there.

( beeping)

I thought Jimmy Hoffa
being buried in Giants Stadium

was an urban legend.

There's only one way to find out

if an urban legend
is true or not.

Dig up the truth.

♪ Out here in the fields ♪

♪ I fought for my meals ♪

♪ I get my back into my living ♪

♪ I don't need to fight ♪

♪ To prove I'm right ♪

♪ I don't need to be forgiven,
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah. ♪

( rock song playing)

♪ I felt the earth on Monday ♪

♪ It moved beneath my feet ♪

♪ In the form
of a morning paper ♪

♪ Laid out for me to see ♪

♪ Saw his face
in a corner picture ♪

♪ I recognized the name ♪

♪ Could not stop staring
at the ♪

♪ Face I'd never see again ♪

♪ It's a shame to awake
in a world of pain ♪

♪ What does it mean
when a war has taken over? ♪

♪ It's the same,
every day in a hell I made... ♪

Hey, Mac.

Bones.

Looks like a fibula.
Feet are pointing

southeast,
head facing northwest.

Give me the camera.

♪ There's
the worldwide suicide ♪

♪ The whole world, world over ♪

♪ It's a worldwide suicide ♪

♪ The whole world, world over ♪

♪ It's a worldwide suicide... ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, hey, yeah. ♪

( phone ringing)

Hey, what happened?

What's going on?

Hold on.
It's my pager.

Oh, it's a 125-25.

It's a homicide.

I gotta go.

Now?

I am so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry.

It's your night off.

I'm on secondary call tonight.

Do you have to do this?

I'm sorry, Frankie.

If I didn't have to go,
I wouldn't. Okay?

Duty calls.

Hold that thought, okay?

I'll call you later.

Hey, Danny.
Hey.

What have we got?

Hope you don't bank

at First Federation

'cause the CEO, Jim Mooney,
is R.I.P.

Looks like several stab wounds,

but we found no weapon.

Who's the room registered to?

According to the manager
on duty, the guest always

registers his name

as "Napoleon Bonaparte."

Figures. So do we have
any surveillance cams

or descriptions?

Signatures?

Brought the manager up here
to see if the banker

was the guy who
registered; he's not.

Well, our banker wasn't alone.

Got an unopend bottle
of champagne,

chocolate-covered strawberries,

and my personal favorite...

La Perla underwear.

These babies sell for $350.

I get my BVDs in a three-pack
for ten bucks.

Soon as the M.E.s

remove the body,
I'll bag the sheets.

MESSER:
All right, let's try this.

You seeing something here?

Looks like the perp wrote
this with his finger.

He used Vaseline.

You thinking what I'm thinking?

Crime of passion?

That's what I'm thinking.

Concentric fracture
to the back of the head.

Execution.

SID:
Checked the third molar
inside your skeleton's mouth.

The medial clavicle
hasn't quite fused yet.

I'm guessing he's a young adult.

17, 18 years old.

I'm going to have Adam Ross
run a scan on your skeleton,

see if he can't put a face
to that skull.

Let's do it.

I want to know what
the connection is

between the kid
in the hole and
our suicide vic.

Anything more on him?

Salvador Zabo... the only thing
I found of interest

is on his back... give me a hand.

Someone took a laser
to this guy.

His tattoo has been removed.

Can you lift it?

I can lift the Titanic if you
give me proper tools.

What kind of tools do you need?

I need a microwave.

( beeping)

( sizzling)

( sizzling)

"Tanglewood."

Does that mean anything to you?

The Tanglewood Boys.

Salvador Zabo... you know him?

Zabo?

Yeah. Yeah.

We grew up
in the same neighborhood.

He was a Tanglewood Boy.

He was the last time I heard.

My brother Louie knew him
better than I did, though.

Why do you think
his tattoo was lasered off?

Maybe he wanted out;
maybe got tossed out. Why?

He called my office,
confessed to a murder.

Get out of here. Where?

Jersey.

Cold case.
Long time ago.

Look,

the Tangelwood Boys
are mixed up in this,

I don't want you anywhere
near this case.

You had contact with these guys
a long time ago.

I think it's best
to keep you out of it.

No argument here.

Whatever you say.

( gunshot)

You got that Colt .45 to fire?

Uh, yeah, yeah.
It took awhile.

The gun was pretty rusty.

I had to disassemble the weapon,

make a new gun
using a rusty barrel

Got some good stria out it.

The gun we found in the grave

was the same weapon used
to kill our skeleton.

The problem is,

there's no registered owner.

I'm going to have to run
a history on the gun.

Now, cause of death
on your banker:

multiple stabs.

The knife's hilt left several

contusions
and abrasions
on his torso,

sternum and ribs.

Means the weapon was inserted

with aggressive force.
Mm-hmm.

We're most likely dealing
with a short blade,

maybe two-and-half,
three inches.

Look at his rib area.

Usually stab wounds to bone

prouduce V-shaped patterns.

These stabs are U-shaped,

suggesting the knife
wasn't very sharp.

So, we're looking
for a dull, short knife

that makes unique hilt marks.

Is there anything else?

I'll take those ribs to go.

( indistinct conversations)

( blipping)

TAYLOR:
See here, the serial number
of the gun we found in the grave

ends in 995.

And the serial number
of these stolen guns end in

996, 997, 998 and 999.

Guns are often stolen

in lots with consecutive
serial numbers,

right?
Right.

Means the person
who killed with the gun

we found in the hole
might have possessed

the other stolen guns
at some point.
Okay.

So who got caught
with the stole merch?

Let's find out.

"Sonny Sassone."

You say that name
like it rings a bell.

Put it this way:
we have history.

I got news for you.

You and buddies
are going to Sing Sing

regardless of who
you're connected to...

Mafia or no Mafia.

We'll see.

Yes, Danny Messer,

he knows all about us...

and we know all about him.

You see,

now we're both working men.

Oh! Detective Taylor,

to what do I owe the pleasure?

Sonny Sassone.

You're out.

I told you the odds
of me going away: zero.

Tell me about the stolen guns.

What stolen guns?

The ones NYPD found in your
car 15 years ago, in 1991.

Illegal possession of a firearm.

It got tossed. So what?

Turns out one of the guns
missing from the lot

you were arrested with
was used in a murder
at the Meadowlands.

What murder? You mean the one

where Carolina beat up
the Giants 23 to nothing

in that Wild Card game?

I know you had something
to do with this.

You may walk on me once...
but not twice.

I'm in your life now, Sonny.
Get used to it.

I have to say,
I'm not worried about this.

You should be.

( beeping)
FastSCAN.

This is state of the art
in facial reconstruction.

Looks expensive.

Did I sign a P.O. for this?

Yeah. Remember you said

you wanted to be on the
"cutting edge" of technology?

Right, right. Well, let's see if
we got our money's worth.

Fire it up.

All right.

( typing, computer beeping)

TAYLOR:
Let's do it.

ADAM:
John Doe.

All we need is a name.

TAYLOR:
Check missing persons.

While you're at it,

send a jpeg over
to New York Weekly.

Tell them to run the image
on the late edition.

Ask them not to make a spectacle

out of the headline.

It's New York Weekly.

I-I'll try.

( chuckles)

Stel, I got something
from the bedsheets.

What's in the bag?

Ribs.
From where?

Jo Jo's Smoke Shack?

M.E.'s office. I'm on my way
to Reconstruction right now.

What you got?
I got bronze stains

all over the bedsheets.

I thought it was odd, so I ran
it through the Mass Spec.

Came back hydrolyzed silk,
caffeine, glycerin.

I'm going to need
more than that.
The substance contains

caffeine, reportedly
to help cellulite,

and the glycerin functions
as a moisturizer.

Sounds cosmetic.

Yeah.

( imitates aerosol spraying)

Air stockings.

Oh, spray-on panty hose.

BONASERA:
It's an aerosol
for women's legs...

Gives the illusion
they're wearing panty hose.

I love women.
It's all over the bedsheet,

so, whoever's wearing this stuff

was in bed
with our banker, Jim Mooney.

Good. That's really good.

ADAM:
Hey, guys.

I ran the mirror image
through "Ask Sam."

It's a handwriting database.

Turns out we got a hit
from a threatening letter

frpm a convenience store
robbery.

Lucky for us, though,
the message on the mirror

and the actual
threatening letter,

they both share the same
letter construction.

Suspect did a stint
in Sing Sing.

And he, uh, got out
several years ago.

What's his name?

NEWT GLICK.
Newt Glick.

U.D.X.
Ultimate Date X-perience.

I'm providing a service

for a very privileged,
exclusive clientele.

$2,000 an hour,

and you can spend time with the
finest women in the world.

Selling sex.

GLICK:
But prostitution's illegal,
Detective.

No, this is more of
a mental experience.

We found a message
written in Vaseline

at the Von Arms Hotel
in midtown.

What exactly did it say,
Detective Flack?

And I quote:
"I caught you, bitch. Get home!"

That's right.

And we traced the handwriting
back to you, Mr. Glick.

Care to explain?

I don't know what that is.

I mean, you know, I don't write

notes to my girls in Vaseline.

I just look them straight
in their pretty little face

and I tell 'em what's what.

Right, Melanie?

Yes, Daddy.

FLACK:
Hey, Daddy.

We matched
the handwriting
on the mirror

to a threatening note
you wrote six years ago.

Get me a drink.

See, uh... that was
the old Newt Glick.

The new Newt Glick is all about
making dollars legitimately.

I do everything myself here.

I book all the appointments.

I screen the clients,
I make the deals,

and then I just...

I send them out
like Top Gun jets.

I don't believe you.

See, I think you were there.

I think you wrote
that note to warn

one of your "bitches."

Which one, Newt?

I was not there,

and I got nothing else
to say to you.
Yeah?

Well, there's some bedsheets
over at the Von Arms

that put a woman at the scene.

Let's light 'em up, Flack.

♪ ♪

( speaking foreign language)

( answering in foreign language)

Thank you for volunteering,
ladies.

We'll be in touch.

Mr. Manning, I'd like
to ask you a question

that's not in the article here.

Your son...

how long ago did he disappear?

1991.

Here's a picture from back then.

Very sorry for your loss.

Can you recognize this man?

His name is Salvador Zabo.

He's a member
of the Tanglewood Boys.

No. I have never seen
this person before.

Did your son have an affiliation
with the Tanglewood Boys?

Tanglewood Boys? No.

Forgive me for asking, sir,

but did your son sell drugs?

Is it possible that he sold them
to these kids?

My son did sell drugs.

He even paid bills for me
when I was out of work.

I could never scold my boy
for making a buck.

I'm just trying to understand
the connection.

♪ ♪

MESSER:
What is it, Montana?
You beeped me 911.

You all right?
Yeah.

The DNA sample
from the cigarette we found

in the end zone came back

to Internal Control Sample.

What do you mean? That means

the smoker
works here at the lab.

How can that be?

Have you told anybody else
about this?

No. Just you.

( sighs)

MESSER:
Mac, you got
a second?

What is it, Danny?

Lindsay got back the DNA
from the cigarette butt.

It came back
to an Internal Control Sample.

The DNA on the cigarette butt
is mine.

( sighs)

You know, what you say to me
is testimony.

Mac...

I do not need a boss right now.

All right? I need...

I need a friend, all right?

I'm in big trouble here.

Just, uh... hear me out?

Tell me everything.

My older brother Louie
is a Tanglewood Boy.

He's been running
with Sonny Sassone

for God knows how long.

But like I said before,
I never ran with those guys.

Except that one night.

Summer of 1991, 15 years ago,
my brother Louie calls me up,

he says him and a couple
of Tanglewood Boys,

they're going down to A.C. to
party and gamble and whatnot.

Like an idiot, I go.

Needless to say,
we never got to Atlantic City.

Ended up in a parking lot
at Giants Stadium.
Yo, Louie,

Sorry about the detour.
I had to pull over.

I'm hearing all kinds
of knocks and pings
in my truck.

( muffled banging)

( gasping breaths)
Buon giorno.

Stick around, Messer.

Don't turn away.
You may learn something.

So the Tanglewood Boys
at this time

consisted of Sonny Sassone,
Salvador Zabo and your brother.

And that's it.

I was just tagging along.

( blows landing)

Let me catch you selling drugs

in my father's bars again,

I'm going to bury you
in that stadium like Hoffa!

MESSER:
Come on, enough already.

The kid's bleeding from his face
and everywhere else, Sonny.

Leave him alone.
Louie, school your brother.

Take off. Hit the road.

Get out of here.
Hit the road, D.

You embarrass me
in front of my boys?

Get out of here.

You're a disgrace!
Get out of here!

( tires squealing)

Things between my brother
and I were never the same

after that one night, Mac.

He calls me up
a couple days later,

he tells me, though,

they dropped that kid off
in a bad neighborhood

and went down to A.C.
as planned.

He lied.

( sighs)

How could he do that to me?

He always showed off

in front of Sonny.

But my brother, Mac,
he's not a murderer.

The fact is, right now, Danny,
you're the murderer.

Your cigarette butt

was in that hole.

How'd it get there?

I don't know.

I swear on my mother
I do not know.

Louie was always
bumming cigarettes

from me back then,
but I swear to God

that I never took one step
into that stadium.

Never.

I believe you.

Unfortunately, the evidence

is telling us a different story.

I'm going to help you,
and you're going to help me.

So, I have no choice.

You'll be placed on
modified assignment.

The duty captain will
relieve you.

You'll be assigned to a desk...
No gun, no shield.

At some point, he's going
to want to talk to us both.

You'll be assigned to the
rubber gun squad.

You sit at your desk,

you keep your mouth shut
until the evidence

corroborates your story.

Hey.
Hey.

Is he okay?

He's as okay as he can be.

Well, I've got some
good news here.

We got a winner.
Melanie Stefano.

You remember her.

Slinky brunette with
the getaway sticks.

The one nibbling on Glick's ear.

I'll have one of my guys
scoop her up.

Better yet, you and I
should handle it.

I don't buy this
Ultimate Date X-perience

for a second.

Excuse us.

FLACK:
NYPD. Party's over, people.

You, get your clothes on,

and stay put.

You, take a walk.

Now!

Hey, boxer shorts...

cold shower's this way.

Let's go.

You're a busy girl, Melanie.

That wasn't for money,
if that's what you're implying.

Well, we have evidence
that you were in bed

with a banker who was murdered
at the Von Arms Hotel.

You do wear Air Stockings
spray, correct?

Yeah. It makes my legs
look sexy. See?

I don't like fishnets.

It gives me an itch.

Give it up, Melanie.

I like men.
So why don't you
just tell me

why you were in bed with
a banker on your day off?

It's my day off.
I can do anything I want.

That banker was just a guy
I was sleeping with.

For money?

For pleasure.

Does Newt know what you do
on your days off?

No. And he doesn't
need to know.

Come on, Melanie,

you're making a little money
on the side?

You know, day off, no Newt.

It's pure profit, right?

You know my rates, right?

You can do everything
and anything you want

with me.

I don't say no.

You're on.

I'm going to jump in the shower
and powder up a bit.

Get ready to play, you big stud.

BONASERA:
My guess is, when you
looked in the mirror,

you got the message.

And now the banker's dead,

and you and Newt were the
last two to see him alive.

See, evidence shows that you two
were in bed together

in more ways than one.

Said you wanted to talk?

I'm listening.

Your brother's in
a lot of trouble, Louie.

I heard his side of the story.

What's yours?
What went down that night?

You and Danny get into it

over Sonny slapping around
that drug dealer,

Danny leaves.

Then what?

Me, Sonny and Sal, we dropped
that kid off

in a gang neighborhood,
we went to A.C. Why?

We found what was in
the end zone, Louie.

I'm getting the feeling

that Danny only knows
half the story

of what went down that night.

You want to fill me in now
or go downtown?

I told you everything
you need to know.

What I need to know is
who shot Bobby Manning

in the back of the head

and put him in the grave.

Who pulled the trigger?

You?

Sonny Sassone?

I heard somewhere Salvador Zabo
pulled the trigger.

Salvador Zabo?

What's he, a Tanglewood Boy?

Where is this Salvador Zabo now?

Enough with the head games.

Come on, Detective,
you know where he's at.

City morgue. Suicide, remember?

You saving that smoke for later?

Yeah. I'm trying to quit.

I've been trying
to quit for years.

What about Sonny Sassone?

If he finds out
you're talking to a cop,

he might get the wrong idea.

Don't worry about Sonny.

He's gotten Danny
in enough trouble.

We ain't spoken in years.
I've got plans for him.

What kind of plans?

Don't worry about it.

All I care about, right now,
is protecting my brother.

Adam.

Hey. Don't worry.

No live animals were hurt
during this experiment.

No worries here.

So you're looking
at hilt marks, right?

Yeah. I was inking
the hilt of the knives.

I'm going to compare
the hilt marks

from your pig to the banker.

See if I can narrow down
a weapon.

Ink and link.

All right, I'll stab,
you compare.

BONASERA:
That's it.

Yeah.

Huh.
It's an oyster-shucking knife.

Hey, Mac,

Dispatch just called.

Someone did a hospital job
on Louie Messer,

Danny's brother.
Beat him within an inch
of his life.

EMS said he wasn't
breathing at the scene.
Where's Danny?

I don't know.

What do you got?
What do you got?

Got 60 over palp.
Airway's obstructed.

Louie, Louie!

He's my brother!
He's my brother!
Louie, can you hear me?

Louie, Louie, listen,
who did this to you?

Everybody, get out
of the way!
Louie, who did this to you?

Come on, move!
Don't you die
on me, Louie!

Not now! Louie!

Smells like smoke in here.

Ah, it's my clothes.

Sorry.

You have a cigarette
behind your ear.

Smoking experiments.

The butt on the left

was partially smoked.

The butt on the right
was fully smoked, end-to-end.

The partially smoked cigarette

has tar stains on
the mouth end only.

The cigarette smoked
down to the butt

has tar stains on both ends.

What are you comparing it to?

Cigarette butt we found
in the hole at Giant Stadium.

Tar stains are on
the smoking end only.

Means it was a short smoke.

What does it matter if Danny
had a quick smoke or a long one?

I don't know yet.

Just trying to understand
how Danny's cigarette

got in the grave,

if he wasn't inside the stadium.

The fact is, Stella,

Danny's fate hangs
in the balance

and we're out of evidence.

We're never out of evidence.

Your words, not mine.

You saving that smoke for later?

Yeah. I've been trying
to quit for years.

DANNY MESSER:
Louie was always bumming
cigarettes from me back then.

Get out of here!

( tires squealing)

Louie.

( indistinct conversations)

Danny.

Any word?

I don't know.

Still in surgery.

You okay?

Yeah, yeah. I've had better
days, to tell you the truth.

FLACK:
He's a tough kid,

your brother Danny... he's
gonna make it, all right?

Lindsay, you get Louie
Messer's personal effects

and get them back to the lab.

Yep.

You stay here with Danny.

Make sure this doesn't escalate.

I don't want
the Tanglewood Boys
seeking him out.

Or him seeking them out.

You're responsible.

Yeah, we're not going
anywhere, trust me.

What do you need from us?

A list of all of your clients,
for starters.

Names, occupations,

contact numbers... you know?

Your little black book... I know
you've got one, Mr. Glick.

You take care of all
the bookings, remember?

Newt, no. No way.

She'll put us
right out of business

if she has that book.

News flash, sweetheart.

You're already out of business.

The only question is,

do you want to spend

the rest of your life
behind bars?

From an evidentiary standpoint,

neither one of you
have a leg to stand on.

You were both
in that hotel room.

You're on the mirror
and you're in the bed.

In a court of law,

that looks bad.

Let me take a look
at Melanie's clients,

see if we can tie anybody

to the murder weapon
other than the two of you.

You can give it to me
now or later,

either way, it's mine.

Huh... it's
an oyster-shucking knife.

Yeah, these are fine. Fresh.

Let me get two boxes

of Blue Hill Maine and
a box of the European flats.

You got it.
BONASERA:
Paul Sabotini?

NYPD.

You look a lot better
with your clothes on.

Uh, you're the...

Yeah.

Why don't you hand over
the oyster shucker.

Nice and slow,
Mr. Sabotini.

Looks like blood.

My guess, it's Jim Mooney's.

What is it,
Mr. Sabotini?

You want to move in
on Newt Glick,

become Melanie's new pimp?

No... no, not at all.
You got it all wrong.

I didn't want to be her pimp.
I wanted to save her.

You know, why don't you
come home with me, huh?

Let me take care of you.

In time, baby, in time.
I promise.

I started getting suspicious.

She wouldn't let me
come by on her days off,

and she kept rushing me out.

So one night I got an extra
room key and I paid her a visit,

and I got the surprise
of my life.

Who the hell are you?
Who the hell are you?

Where's Melanie?

She had to run out.

Oh, you're the oyster schmuck.

The guy paying for the room.

Thanks. Saves me $600 a night.

Mel's expensive enough.

Melanie always told me not
to be a "Captain Save-A-Ho."

Turns out, she was right.

But she played me
for the last time.

I guess, uh...

I guess I thought
I could save her.

Some people you just can't save.

You're under arrest,
Mr. Sabotini.

Louie Messer's personal effects?

I think you might
want to see this.

He was wearing a wire.

It was badly damaged
from when they beat him.

See if you can pull any
trace off of these clothes,

I'll be on this tape.

Sonny Sassone.
How you doing, Louie?

LOUIE:
I'm all right. How you doing?

Good to see ya.
Yeah?

They found that kid
in the hole, Sonny.

They think that my brother's
got something to do with this.

SASSONE:
What do you want me to do?

Walk in and confess
to that mutt, Mac Taylor?

LOUIE:
You know that
my brother wasn't there.

I punked him out of there.

I knew where
you were going that night

and he wasn't ready
to see all of that.

SASSONE:
Yeah, he bitched out.

You, me, and Sal

put Hoffa in the end zone
for the touchdown, so what?

What are you going to do,
arrest me for digging?

Murder two, for starters.

You know what,
I still gotta say...

I'm not worried about this.

You should be.
Keep listening.

SASSONE:
Speaking of "bitch,"

Zabo cried
and threw up all night.

I was the one
who turned his light off.

( sobbing)

Sweet dreams, dead man.

No!

( gunshot)

Pure and simple.
Mafia style...

You worried now?

Looks like I finally found
a way to shut you up, Sonny.

Now it's my turn
to have the final say.

On your feet.

( handcuffs rattling, clicking)

Sweet dreams, dead man.

What are you up to?

Came all the way down here
to bring me a present?

I wanted to surprise you.

I know I came off

a little harsh the other night,

so I made you something.

You did? What is it?

See for yourself.

Okay.

Oh, my God.

Frankie, that's beautiful.

It's called "Aresanob."

The many faces represent your
amazing vision of the world.

Coarse orange scales

represent your tough
outer armor,

and the solid white skull is...

your pure angelic soul.

Aresonob?

It's Peruvian... it means

"soul of a woman."

Huh.

Research. Internet.

( chuckles):
Oh.

I love it.

It's beautiful, Frankie.
Thank you.

Thank you.

Thanks.

Louie.

Hey, it's me, Danny.

Just talked to Dad.

He's coming down here
with Mommy.

Doctor says you're in a coma

and that you might not
make it out of here.

Listen to me.

I heard you on the tape.

That night, you got me
out of there on purpose.

I never knew that.

You couldn't have just
pulled me aside

and said
you were putting on a front?

You got to keep that up
all these years?

I mean, you can call it
tough love if you want,

but I was young, man, and that
hurt me in the heart.

But I want to tell you,
here and now,

that I forgive you,
'cause now I understand

why you did what you did.

And I just want to say,

thanks for that,

and I love you.

You hear me, Louie?

You, uh...

I'm gonna go
get some air right now.

You just, you just stay.
I'll be right back.

Hey.
Hey.

How's your brother?

Lindsay told me you, uh,
listened to the tape.

We did everything we could
forensically, but...

in the end,
it was Louie who saved you.

You okay?

They beat my brother pretty bad.

( sobbing)

They...
They beat him really bad, Mac.

( sobbing)

( typing)

"Aresonob."

No such word.

"Did you mean 'aresanob'?"

Yes.

That's "Bonasera"
spelled backwards.

Oh, my God.