All language subtitles for The Commish S01E04 Nothing to Fear But ...

Careful with that one.

It's from Japan.

And since I can't go back there, it's
irreplaceable.

You can't go back to Japan?

It's Tokyo proper.

I mean it.

1982.

They invited me to speak.

But you don't speak Japanese.

That was part of the problem.

It was your basic trip all good will.

New York cops sent to show the Japanese
force American techniques, international

cooperation between police and all that.

Somehow my brown belt in judo came up
and one of the guys asked me if I'd like

to try kendo.

I figured I'll get some exercise, show
him a little American sportsmanship. Why

not? I got pretty good reflexes. Ninth
quickest guy at the academy.

It's a gentlemanly sport.

How bad could this be?

Bad. This man proceeded to beat me like
I've never been beaten in my life.

And he was fast.

So fast, I swear he's coming on my
right, I get hit on my left.

I can't even see him, but I know I've
been hit, because here comes the pain.

Finally,

He takes a minute to catch his breath,
and my mind's gone.

I'm a cop, right?

Trained. I gotta create a diversion.

International police community out the
window.

Tony, good news.

Oh, got a moratorium on crime today?

One of my guys solved the Lindbergh
murder? Your speakerphone has finally

arrived. Oh.

Where? You mean to tell me I can stand
in the corner and do my morning

and call someone on the phone all at the
same time?

Tony, you don't do morning exercises.

That's because I never had a
speakerphone.

Oh, Helen, this is great.

Let's try it.

Let's call Bush.

Let's call Gorbachev.

Better yet, let's call Wollaston.

Yeah, what?

Hey, Irv, it's me.

On my new speakerphone.

Wake ya? Hello?

Hello? Who the hell is this?

Irv, it's Tony. It's me.

I'm guessing this thing's broken.

I'm sorry, Tony.

I'll call Freddy. Oh, no.

Then it'll really be broken. We need
professionals.

Call the phone company.

Okay.

Sometimes life is really unfair.

Give it back.

Annabelle, give me the pencil. Thank
you.

Did she really say my kids were the
best? That's right.

I must say, I had my doubts about you
entering six mentally disabled students.

Howard, six students with special needs.

Six students with special needs in the
competition, but I'm very proud.

One each.

So tell the kids.

Oh, you should.

It was your idea.

But it would mean so much to them,
coming from the principal.

Okay, guys, remember the poems you wrote
for Mrs. Scali?

Well, the mayor thinks they're the best
in the city, and she wants you to read

them out loud at City Hall on Friday.

Mrs. Scali, I can't read out loud. I'll
mess it up for everyone.

That can be a problem, Jason.

Well, how about this?

Monica, can you read Jason's poem?

Oh, good.

Now, who can read Monica?

Kevin?

So Kevin can read Monica's.

Marcy, you can read Kevin's.

Brian, you read Marcy's.

Annabelle can read Brian's.

But now who can read Annabelle's poems?

Me?

Good, Jason.

Very good.

Now everybody gets to read.

Get Irv Wallerstein in here.

You wanted me?

Yeah.

I got something in the mail this
morning. I know. I am sorry.

An invitation to my wife's diabetes
fundraiser. I told her not to send it. I

said you're a busy man. Irv, I'd be
happy to attend Irene's dinner.

It's this death threat I'm not so
thrilled about.

I got evidence bags.

Relax.

It's not a confidential file.

Do not log this as a crime.

Then the threat gets involved, and
that's exactly what an intimidator like

wants.

Attention. Looks to me like this
intimidator wants you dead. Oh, come on.

not exactly the first death threat I've
ever received.

Every jerk I bust wants my butt in a
sling.

Look, Tony, you die, our next

commissioner might not let me have two
days off at Rosh Hashanah.

Let me protect you.

Okay.

Rips like this.

Usually come from loonies you knew two,
maybe three years ago.

Loonies I knew three years ago?

You want it in alphabetical order or
chronologically?

Anthony, this isn't a joke.

Someone took a lot of time with this.

Could have been Rod Patton.

When he came out of the courtroom, he
screamed, I'm gonna get you, Scali!

I thought he saw too many Cagney movies.

I'll check them out. Who else?

Uh... Norman Fenway and Phil Glass.

And either Fenway or Glass draw.

Side Prince, kid.

Remember him?

Psychotic home invader.

When we caught him, he had sketches of
his victims all over his living room.

Major Sickle.

Good artist.

I put him away two years ago. Eight
years sentence at Hollow Ridge.

So Prince is still in jail.

And this letter's got a local postmark.

The guy gets contact visits.

He passes the letter to his sister. She
mails it locally.

It's gotta be the Prince.

Who else could capture my impish grin?

Okay, multiple choice.

A, you guys thought this was the Museum
of Natural History.

B,

one of you guys got a serious Bambi
fetish.

Or C, one of you guys can tell me what
three of Eastbridge's finest are doing

bringing a deer into my squad room.

I can, sir.

It's evidence.

He shot this deer with this gun out of
season in a protected zone.

You saying you didn't commit this crime?

You dressed like this to go sunbathing?

He had a sale at the Banana Republic.

Deer's lying in the middle of the road.
He rushes up with a warm rifle. Don't

prove a thing.

It's circumstantial.

Oh, is that right?

Well, what if the bullet in that
wildlife matches your gun?

You expect me to believe somebody's
going to search through 120 pounds of

guts looking for a piece of shrapnel?

You'd have to be crazy.

Am I crazy, Stan?

You bet, boss.

You were right all along.

It is evidence.

Tag it.

What, have you got a crusade against
hunters?

Hunters follow the rules.

You're not a hunter.

You're a poacher.

Book him.

Go to work!

I said no lights and sirens.

They heard about this 12 blocks away.

That's how the order went out. It's no
good getting people all excited, showing

my home on the news.

Cops here report to 1209 Beach Street,
and it's a knee -jerk reaction.

Some of the boys put on their lights and
sirens.

Anyone see anything, like a license
plate maybe? Kelly and Mendleton are

house to house. So far, all the
neighbors think you're a fine,

They'd vote for you for mayor. Great.
But they didn't see anything.

Lousy.

You think he could be hiding inside our
house?

No, honey, I don't.

Why not?

There's a million places we can't see.

David, if there's one thing your father
is good at, it's finding the bad guys.

Don't worry.

Still think it's Cyprinth?

If it is, he's not just the cell
gangster I thought he was.

No more screaming threats from the
inside?

He's either escaped or he's got someone
on the outside doing his dirty work.

With your home address.

Or it's someone else altogether.

Norman Fenway has a decent alibi.

We're checking out Patton right now.

I tried calling Hollow Ridge, make
arrangements to question Prince, but no

could clear me because it was after
hours. Hey, Commissioner, come on. We'd

to get some sleep.

Sorry, folks.

Didn't mean to ruin your evening.

Imagine that, a police commissioner
disturbing the peace.

Hey, kiddo.

I can't have a nightmare.

I can't fall asleep.

I'll go get you some milk.

Mom, I'm worried.

Honey, come here.

I know what you mean.

I'm worried the Yanks are going to trade
Mattingly because of his back.

What if it rains on Saturday?

We're supposed to play ball.

I'm worried about that skull.

Someone was playing a stupid joke.

You sure?

Yeah.

But I'm also sure, just like always, you
gotta look out for yourself.

I don't want you hanging around anyone
you don't know. Got that?

You ready for some milk?

I can get it.

Hopefully there's no one in the
refrigerator I don't know.

Really?

Who turns on the light when you open the
door?

Gotcha.

You really believe that?

Nah. You see, there's this little
switcher when you open the door. Tony,

really believe that the skull was just a
prank?

Walliston wants to put a bodyguard on
me.

Me and Caruso or someone.

Two guys, two guns.

So Wallerstein doesn't think it's a
prank.

Wallerstein figures the guy knows where
I live.

He's done something.

Proactive. We should be careful.

What do you figure?

I thought it was Cy Prince.

I still do.

I want it to be him.

Even more than a prankster.

Simon's a psycho.

You don't know what he could do, but
he's tangible.

Someone I can nail.

Someone I can protect my son from.

Someone in jail.

Yeah, that too.

But even if he has an outside man, I can
nail the source.

It's this vagueness that's killing me.

Some alien mist somewhere out there
scaring my family.

Maybe we should take David to your
sister's.

How can we do that?

We just told him there's nothing to
worry about.

Damn.

Rachel.

Do me a favor.

Tomorrow morning, take a different route
to school.

Taking a trip?

Yeah, well, you know, I've been here a
while, and I thought it might be time to

visit Carol.

Kind of sudden.

It wouldn't be that you're concerned
about last night, would it?

As a matter of fact, yes.

Yes, I am concerned.

About liability.

I mean, look, let's say something does
happen. Your insurance company might

you a hard time with a third adult in
the house. Arnie. No, it's true. Trust

I know insurance.

Rachel, he's absolutely right.

He's not. That's ridiculous.

The man sold insurance for three weeks.

He knows his business.

Want me to drop you at the bus station?

No, thanks.

Look, Rachel, like I said last night,
there's nothing to worry about. But, you

know, just to keep things simple, I
called a cab. He's waiting outside.

At last.

Human blood on the commissioner's porch.
I swear to God, and a skull and

crossbones.

Wow, South Titanic to me.

I know, it could be like, you know, one
of those disciples or something.

Caruso?

Boss.

Today is to be a day exactly like all
the others.

But you already knew that, because it's
8 a .m., and you're still hanging out at

the station.

Goodbye.

Simon Prince is out of jail.

He escaped?

Parole discretion.

They released him.

Parole discretion?

Who's his parole officer?

He'll know where he is.

Information's on its way. Meanwhile, I'm
putting everyone on it. And I want you

riding with the second man. No!

I'm not going to spend the taxpayer's
money on a cop protecting me from a guy

who draws pictures and knows how to find
the plastic skull section of F .A .R.

Schwartz. I'm not going to do it.

Just protect my family.

Just that.

Commissioner, I can't find nothing wrong
with your speakerphone. It's working

fine.

You got ID?

Operator?

Hello? Anybody there?

Hello?

Operator, it's Police Commissioner
Scali.

Just testing.

All right, now I want all of you to take
your seats.

We've got some very, very important
things to do today.

Now, kids, I want you to meet the mayor.

Now, today we're going to practice
reading our poems out loud to her so

tomorrow we won't be scared.

Where's Jason?

At home.

Well, why? Is he sick?

Jason's mom said a bad person wants to
hurt you.

She says it's dangerous to be in your
class.

Jason's mom misunderstood.

It's very important for Jason to be in
school today so that he can practice his

reading. Who's going to read my poem for
the mayor?

I don't know, Annabelle.

I was really hoping that Jason would.

Is he licensed and registered?

Mrs. Scali.

I'm Officer Fagan.

Do you know how fast you were going?

Yes, officer.

I was speeding.

I'm glad you stopped me. I wanted you to
stop me.

I was being followed.

Somebody, I don't know who, was
following me.

It's my lunch break, and I just took
five minutes to go to the dry cleaner.

Well, do you remember the make of the
car?

It was gray.

License plate number AQW592.

I'll do a plate check.

Mrs. Scali, you know, I bet you that was
Sergeant Frawley.

Sergeant Frawley?

Yeah, he was assigned to keep watch on
you during roll call today.

Do you remember if it was a 87 Ford?

Yeah.

Would you like me to call your husband?

No, that won't be necessary.

And should I follow you back to school?

No.

Well, what would you like, Mrs. Golly?

That beating ticket.

Okay.

You would twist the head to the right
and pull up his knee.

He's got four knees.

Left rear.

His rear or my rear?

Watch out.

The freaking antler.

Sir, you can smell rotting deer flesh
three floors down.

If we leave him out again tonight, we're
going to have to evacuate.

It's all right. I'll take care of it.

You booked a poacher? Yeah, but he
posted bail already. Guy wants to play

hardball. He's still got his gun, right?
Sure.

Upstairs. This would be a lot easier if
the guy killed pigeons.

About for pigeons.

Rachel?

Hi, Howard.

I know.

Jason Woodruff's parents are worried.

It's the worst possible day for him to
miss school. Can I slow him down a

second? You can. You know how these kids
get when I'm late.

Rachel. Look, I bought this tape
recorder for Jason.

If you could bring it over to his house
after school, I'll get him to practice

reading the poem into it, and then he
can play it back for me over the

telephone. No, it's not just Jason's
parents. I got three calls from the

board. They're worried about you
teaching their kids.

We can't ignore what happened last
night.

Were they worried about me teaching
their kids last year when I got four of

to read a book for the first time alone?

This has got nothing to do with your
teaching abilities.

If a threat comes to your home and you
come here, they're afraid.

Well, you tell them not to be.

We can't teach these kids to just bolt
and run every time there's a little bump

in the road.

If there's more than a little bump.

It isn't.

You know that if I thought there was any
danger to these kids, I wouldn't be

here.

My husband is the police commissioner.

He got some threats. It happens.

That doesn't mean that there's any risk
to me.

Obviously, your husband disagrees.

I spoke to that officer.

He said that the commissioner put him
there for your safety.

Stay home a while.

I can't.

I got this tape recorder.

Rachel, it's not a suggestion.

Wonderful the police department has
finally included forensic science in

orientation.

Consider unattended death.

Identification is of primary importance.

Until then, the victim falls into the
rather unenviable category of John Doe.

You put a dead deer in my morgue. I
couldn't leave him in the evidence room.

smell would have killed us. So it was
your clever idea to throw it in the

labeled John Doe?

That's his name.

I didn't want to confuse you. I'm not
confused.

It's a deer.

Look, Marty, I'm sorry.

I was in a bind. I got these
demonstrators outside and a very

out on bail.

Next time, ask.

Okay, I'm asking.

I need you to autopsy him. Are you
crazy?

Autopsy a deer?

The bullet in his gut is a very crucial
piece of evidence.

You want these hands inside that animal?

I'm a professional.

Four years of medical school and a
highly specialized forensic residency

to dissect antlers and hooves.

John's a mammal, just like us. Two eyes,
a nose. You want a deer, Topsy?

Get a vet.

Sorry, Doc.

Can't pass this buck.

I want that bullet.

Get it.

Simon Prince does not have a parole
officer.

What? No one ever assigned Prince an
officer.

Is that possible?

Don't answer that.

Don't worry.

True, there's no parole officer to hand
out the current address, but Lopez and

Hibbs are checking out all his old
hangouts.

I'm on my way to track down some of his
old friends. I'm going with you. I'm not

picking the guy up, Tony.

Just interviewing his drinking buddies.

I want to personally question any friend
of the slime that's doing this to my

family. What would you say to a cop who
had that vigilante look in his eye?

You'd say, go home, spend some time with
your wife.

A surgeon doesn't operate on his own
brother, Tony.

It's two o 'clock. My wife's still at
school.

Not according to this message.

I'm fired.

What? No, she called five minutes ago.
She sounded pretty upset.

Damn it.

You need me, I'm at home. Let Caruso
drive you.

I don't want you traveling alone.

All units in the vicinity.

Suspicious package at 1209 Beach Street.
I repeat, 1209 Beach Street. Bomb unit

is on the way. What? That's sure
happening.

For God's sake, step on it!

You drive this car!

Hang on, sir.

Go! Go! Hurry up! We gotta go! We gotta
go!

Watch! Watch! Watch!

Hurry up, Caruso!

We are dead here.

Rachel! Where's David? He's still in
school.

It's going to be all right.

Dominic! What do you got?

Something metallic.

No wires.

I don't think it's explosive, but I
can't tell until I get inside.

You better take a look at this.

The gun barrels I ordered last week.

Why did you have gun barrels delivered
to our home? Those are weapons.

They belong in the precinct. All of it
belongs in the precinct. Not in my home.

Not in my school. I know. I'm sorry.

You don't know, Tony. Because if you
knew for even one minute how I felt, you

wouldn't have had that guard put on me,
too. I had to protect you. I am not a

child. You know, you can play games with
everybody else in the world and get

them all to do what you think is right.
But be straight with me.

I shouldn't have sent Frawley over till
we spoke.

Until we discussed it and made a
decision.

Together. You got me fired. Not fired.

You just stay at home until this is
over. I think that's good.

Oh, you think it's good?

It's good that kids who've never been
able to trust anyone finally have a

bit of confidence in their teacher and
she walks out the door?

Do you know what this is going to do to
them?

When it comes right down to it, Rachel,
there's only one kid I care about.

And if you're not worried about putting
yourself in danger, think about him.

David needs you. David needs you, too,
but I don't see you staying home and

giving up your career.

I see you putting yourself smack in the
middle of the fun. I do that to support

my family. You do it because you love
it. Is there something wrong with that?

No.

I want it too.

Teaching is what I do.

It's my contribution.

It makes me feel like I've got a reason.

How can your job take my job away from
me? I don't know.

Maybe it's part of being a cop's wife.

No. You cannot brush it off like that,
Tony.

I didn't just marry a cop.

I married you.

Someone who believed in us. In a
partnership.

I can live with all of the dangers of
being a cop's wife.

But I will not live with being totally
and completely shut out by you.

Hunt criminals, not deer.

Put the killer in jail.

I know where he lives.

Cy Prince?

According to his wife's employment
records.

I'm going.

Tony, what the... Earth, I don't give a
damn if your brother -in -law, the

surgeon, didn't operate on his own
sister's gallbladder. This time, I'm

We got trouble.

What, Stan? It's Friday. All John Doe's
are buried in Potter's Field on Friday.

You want time to attend?

Our dear was named John Doe?

No. Yeah.

He was buried this morning. No autopsy
was ever done. All our evidence is six

feet under.

Dr. Death said it was out of his hands.
He said, you named him John Doe. He said

you didn't put a hold on him.

Didn't anyone notice something strange?

I mean, how often do you see antlers
sticking out of a coffin?

Great. Now what are we going to do? We
got nothing to hang this guy on.

Wrong.

You got the poacher's mugshot.

It's marked with a crime.

Yeah.

Throw it in the garbage.

Outside. And Stan, if your hook shot's
not all it used to be, and you toss the

photo such that it misses the bin and
lands on the pavement near the

demonstrators, no littering fine.

Get me that poacher here in an hour, in
my office.

Bring him in the back way.

Half the police force is out looking for
Cy Prince, and he lives three blocks

from the precinct.

Mr. Side Prince?

Yeah, that's right. I'm Police
Commissioner Scali.

I know who you are.

I was wondering if I could speak with
your husband for a moment.

My husband's dead.

A month ago, the doctor at the state pen
found cancer.

They let him out so they wouldn't have
to pay for his funeral.

Mrs. Prince, I wasn't aware.

He sent an innocent man to prison.

The stress kills him.

I didn't know.

I'm sorry, Alex.

How'd you know my name?

Your dad talked about you a lot.

Whatever it is this time, Commissioner,
you can't pin it on Simon.

Well, then I won't waste any more of
your time.

Look, buddy.

The way I see it...

There's two ways we can do this.

Number one, we do an autopsy on the
deer. We match the bullet to the rifling

your weapon.

You lose your gun. You lose your hunting
license.

You lose your freedom for up to one
year.

Way number two, you plead to a
violation.

Confess. You feel good because you've
cleared your conscience.

And this Winchester's in its case within
six months.

I don't like either way.

Forget it.

Okay.

Okay?

I'll show you out.

What, no more interrogation?

No more dragging me up here in the
middle of the day?

You're a free man.

Hunt criminals, not deer!

Put the killer in jail!

Hunt criminals, not deer!

Put the killer in jail! That's it!

They know who I am.

Come on.

Leaking the department?

I'll go check it out.

Hey, wait, wait, wait.

You've got to get me out of here. To the
back.

Can't. Painting.

Through a window.

Can't. Regulations.

Give me a police escort. Something.

I'm only allowed to give police escorts
to criminals and victims.

I'm not a victim.

Yes.

Hey, I'm a criminal.

What?

Come again?

I killed a deer.

Oh, you're not getting away with that,
old man.

No, no, I swear.

For the past three days, you've been
telling me you're innocent.

I don't want a purging confession.
That's real trouble.

I did it. I'll sign a paper saying that,
I promise.

Come on, I'm ready now.

Please, please arrest me.

The truth.

Yeah.

I guess the rest was between you and
your conscience.

Thanks.

Thank you.

Hey, that's what I'm here for.

Who was

supposed

to make the boy, you know?

It would have all made sense if it was
side prints.

He hated me.

Andy was an artist.

I swear, if this wasn't drawn by a
maniac, I'd send it to Mom.

I can't draw a straight line.

Almost kept me out of law school.

I got a D in art.

Ah, you can't teach that stuff.

Born with it. You either have it or you
don't.

Irv.

Alec?

What are you doing here?

I came back because of your shirt.

I saw it on you this morning.

You know where I could get one?

Yeah, I got tons.

But they're going to cost you $6 .50.

An entrepreneur.

You drew them yourself, didn't you?

Could you draw Michael Jordan?

My son would love a shirt with Jordan on
it.

Yeah, I can draw anyone.

Even me?

Look, I didn't do anything.

Funny.

My son says he didn't do anything before
I say he's done something.

Usually he did it.

Why'd you send me that picture?

Why'd you put that garbage on my porch?

Because I want you to die.

You killed my father.

My mom said she'd be here if it wasn't
for you. Your mom said that to protect

you. No, my mom doesn't lie.

No.

She just didn't want to hurt a little
boy.

I'm not a little boy.

Yeah?

Who are you?

A man?

Then act like one.

When I wanted your father, I didn't go
after you or your mother.

I found him.

You scared my family. I won't take that.

You want me?

Here I am.

You hate me, right?

I sent your father to jail.

Yeah, yeah, for doing nothing. So hit
me.

Hit me for keeping your father from
playing ball with you when you were

up. Hit me for making your mother
lonely.

For making her struggle to have to pay
the bills. Hit me.

Hit me for making him such a selfish,
miserable guy that he got sick when he

finally came home. He died!

My

dad's

dead.

Why can't he be here?

Why do you have to go to jail?

Dad messed up some pretty important
stuff.

You don't have to.

I just spoke to social services.

The kid will be in counseling in the
morning.

Good.

Something wrong?

How do you know, Irv?

If someone tells you they're going to
kill you, if they come to your home, how

do you know when it's the real thing and
when it's a lonely 14 -year -old kid?

There's plenty of 14 -year -old
murderers out there.

I feel like the guy fast asleep in the
middle of the night.

His wife wakes him up, scared to death.

Noises in the basement.

He looks at her, and then he hears the
noises himself.

Pound, pound, pound, pound.

He creeps down the stairs, standing in
the middle of the living room in his

pajamas with his baseball bat in
position, ready to whack the hell out of

intruder. Bang! He whirls around, and
it's a squirrel.

That's how I feel.

Let's order lunch.

This is unbelievable.

Helen!

What?

Tony, they don't believe me. Every time
the repair guy's here to fix this thing,

it works fine.

What's the number?

On your desk.

Phone repair?

Yeah. This is Commissioner Scali.

One of your guys has been to fix my
phone three times, and every time he

there's nothing wrong with it. And he...
Sorry,

I can't understand you.

You can't understand me because it's
broken.

Our apologies, Commissioner. We'll have
it replaced in the morning.

Thank you, Ted.

I just gotta know how to talk to these
people.

I'm going home.

This season's by Jason Woodruff.

I thought you weren't supposed to be
teaching.

The kids were going to perform for the
mayor today.

They said they'd rather come here.

They weren't scared?

I guess not.

Even Jason convinced his mom to let him
come.

He's reading his own poem.

Summer is better than winter and fall.

I must think you're pretty special.

Maybe.

You're right.

I never thought you were a guy today
like I did.

It's not the way we do things.

It'll never happen again, I promise.

Or I'll try.

I know.

What can I do to make it up?

Be home for dinner every night this
week?

You know, if I could, I would. Or every
other night.

I'll do my best.

Hey, Pony!

Rachel told me you caught the guy.
Congrats!

Oh, and, uh, you're a little more
tolerant of your brother -in -law.

Hey, you guys got some money for the
tip?

That is absolutely out of the question.

Don't worry.

Don't worry.