All language subtitles for Blue Bloods S03E01 Family Business.DVD.NonHI.en.CBS

Look at that move!

- Take him, Jack.

- Ten seconds, Jack.

Go!

- Yeah! Yeah!

- Okay.

All right, Jackie!

- Dad! Dad! Dad, did you see?

Nice going, Jack.

Did you see?

- Danny. Danny.

Hey! Yes! That was great.

You juked that guy so much,

I think he left his jockstrap

in Astoria.

I faked left,

then took him right.

You did just the way we practiced.

- Thanks for letting me borrow this.

- Good job. That's yours.

- Really?

- Yeah, you keep it.

- Oh, thanks.

- Okay, come on.

You shoot, you score, you win.

Now let's go get some ice cream.

- Ice cream.

- Ice cream. Ice cream.

- Let's go.

- Ice cream.

- Nice, Daddy.

- So, what was that back there?

- It was nothing.

Really?

Because it didn't look like nothing.

- We'll talk about it tonight, okay?

- Yes, please.

- We will.

- Okay.

Jane, where do you wanna go?

That rabbit's foot looked familiar.

Yeah, think you gave it to me

around the same age.

Pretty sure I hit a home run

that day.

I have a vague recollection of that.

- Everything okay?

- Yeah.

Grandpa's treating everybody

to ice cream.

That's why we invite him.

Reagan.

- Hi, sarge.

- The man I'm looking for.

- Walk with me.

- Hey, listen,

if this is about me getting a new partner,

you can stop apologizing.

I get it. It's time.

It is about your new partner.

- I wanted to introduce you to him.

- Renzulli.

I gotta take care of this.

- I'll get back to you.

- Yeah.

Yeah, boss.

I told them straight up.

"Your collar, your puddle."

You know what I'm saying?

It's a new slogan of mine,

I swear.

That's a great story, man.

Best part of the story is,

I returned the phone to the blond.

And when I did, she thanked me,

all night long.

I kid you not.

It had to be done.

You know what I mean?

- Yeah.

That's so wrong.

Hey. Hey, we didn't meet.

I'm Vinny Cruz.

Hey. Jamie Reagan.

That was some story.

Oh, yeah.

The, uh, 3-5 was a madhouse.

You know, real busy,

but a lot of laughs.

So you're down here now?

I am. Transferred to the Midtown

Country Club, effective today.

Well, we may not be as busy

as the 3-5,

but we see our share of the action,

right, guys?

- I'm just busting chops.

Tell him, Reagan.

- It was real good to meet you.

- You too. Welcome.

- All right.

- Okay, good.

- You two guys met?

- Yeah.

- Yeah. We did.

- Let's make it official.

By the power vested in me,

I pronounce the two of you partners.

Shalom.

Thanks, sarge.

How's our little David Beckham?

He's looking at getting an

endorsement deal for his jersey now.

Oh, brother.

- What's next, a contract extension?

- Oh, you wish.

He's asking questions

about Victoria Beckham.

Over my dead body.

It was a joke, Mom.

- What are you up to?

- I'm saying yes to St. Victor's.

Jumping right back

into the rat race, huh?

Danny.

It's just a couple of shifts

at the hospital.

It's not like I'm going to be working

the arbitrage desk at Goldman.

I know, I know.

Maybe you want to try out

your nurse's outfit right now?

Watch a movie or whatever.

Sounds good.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

Soon as you tell me

what had you jumping

out of your boots at the game today.

That was nothing.

Come on, you know I don't like

to bring the job home. It's fine.

- So everything's okay?

- Right as rain.

- Hey, sarge.

Hey, guys.

What do we got?

- Charles Zappa.

Says a male black, early 20s,

wearing a white T-shirt,

put a gun on him and swiped his bag

coming off the number six train.

- Mr. Zappa.

Oh, yeah.

You look winded. You chased

a guy with a gun all the way?

Yeah. Listen, my wallet

and my laptop are in that bag.

My whole life's in that thing.

He lost him when the perp

buzzed into this building.

- We gonna knock on some doors?

- Yeah. You, me and Reagan.

Blake, I want you in the alley around

the back in case this mutt squirts.

- Ten-four, sarge.

- Now, you, wait by the car, okay?

Yes, sir.

- All right, boys.

Who's there?

Come on. Who's there?

Heads up around back.

Heavy movement on the second floor.

Rear apartment.

- We're moving in on it.

- Copy that.

Police. Open up.

Sarge, there he goes.

He's on the move.

- Don't move. Don't move.

We got him.

- Get him.

- Cuff him.

We got him.

Got a gun.

Oh, let me guess,

that ain't yours, huh?

Stay with him.

Put shots fired over the air.

Central, 10-13, shots fired.

What happened?

I don't know.

He just-- Just came out of nowhere.

Who is he?

I don't know.

Twelve George to Central,

we need a bus

- at the rear of our location.

- All right, buddy.

- We got it from here.

- I shot him.

What did I do?

He's gonna make it.

- Is he gonna make it?

- You're gonna be all right.

All right.

- Just stay with me.

- Oh, my God.

Help's on the way.

I didn't want to alarm you.

- This is probably nothing.

- Sorry, Danny.

It's not nothing when you almost

shoot the Minafos' cat.

I got a video text message

from a guy

that I collared years ago.

Well, what'd it say?

Take a look.

Hey, Danny.

It's me.

Been a while.

Eight years, four months,

and three days, to be exact.

Hope you've been thinking of me,

because I've been thinking

a lot about you.

Anyway, I just got out.

And I'm looking forward

to seeing you very soon.

Bye.

Jesus, Danny.

Who is that?

Wait a minute.

Is that Benjamin Walker?

You always swore that everyone

you collared swears revenge,

but none of them have the balls

to do it except for...

Except for Benjamin Walker.

And now he's out

and he's threatening you.

Isn't that against the law?

In the eyes of the law,

he did nothing, he said hello.

And in your eyes?

In my eyes...

Whoever said time heals all wounds

probably never did prison time.

You think he's coming after you,

you're scared.

No. No, whoa.

I didn't say all of that.

Danny, listen to me

for a second, okay?

We've been married for 15 years,

and you've been wearing the shield

for every single one of them.

I don't know if you noticed,

but that doesn't mean I get to

kick back and have my nails done

while you bust through walls

taking down bad guys.

That means the both of us

have about two decades on the job.

I know.

I'm stronger than you think, Danny.

Just tell me what we're up against.

I'm not scared.

Just concerned.

Very concerned.

So the doctor says

I should get it lanced,

but you know me,

I'll pass out taking off a Band-Aid.

- They're here already?

- Yes, sir.

And we've just been notified

the man he shot,

James Greer, expired at 845 hours.

I need to sit in on this.

Thank you, Baker.

Ten-hut.

As you were.

Please.

Commissioner.

Captain Mancuso.

I explained to my officer

that he's under no legal

or departmental obligation

to discuss any of the details

of this shooting.

And frankly, sir,

I told him he shouldn't have come.

And that he'd be well-advised

to have a lawyer

- or union representative present?

- Yes.

Commissioner,

I know that this isn't protocol.

But I need to tell you personally

what happened.

I was in the alley when I heard

Sgt. Renzulli transmit

that the perp was running.

Seconds later,

somebody kicked open

a door behind me,

and I turned around fast.

I panicked, and I fired.

This was my fault.

Officer Blake...

Until the Shooting Team conducts

a thorough investigation,

we really don't know what happened.

So why don't you let them

do their job

and you need to find a lawyer.

I shot an innocent man,

and the last thing I have on my--

That is why these protocols are in place.

To protect you.

I realize the position

that I've put you in here, sir.

Well...

I've got pretty broad shoulders.

Why don't you let me

worry about that?

If I may, sir?

You gave the speech

at my high school graduation.

You said,

"All it takes for evil to triumph--"

"Is for good men to do nothing."

I was quoting someone,

Edmund Burke.

But I'm glad you heard it.

You're the reason I became a cop,

commissioner.

I see.

Then, please, take my advice, okay?

- Let's go. Thanks for your time, sir.

Sure.

Please tell the victim

how sorry I am.

- That death's gonna hit him hard.

- Yeah.

Situations like these don't build

character, they reveal it.

- Pretty damn impressive, considering.

- Yeah.

Jim, we're going out.

I don't get it, Reagan.

I've seen you lock up

hundreds of hard guys

that threatened payback.

Why does this guy

have you so spooked?

- Love.

- What?

When I met Benjamin Walker,

he had nothing, Jack.

He was an angry and violent

demolitions expert

who loved to blow stuff up,

mostly bank vaults.

Then he fell in love

with Maria DiSalvo.

Is that whose house

we're gonna knock on?

Yeah. Her love was like

a life raft for him.

Somehow, it turned his life around.

And as a reward for good behavior,

she got pregnant.

Thing is, she wanted him

to turn around and give up the life.

He promised he would,

but he had one more score left in him.

- Uh-huh.

- So he wanted to do something big,

something to pay her back

for all the good she'd done

and set them up for life.

So he did his one last score.

- That's what you busted him on.

- Yeah.

Excuse me.

I'm looking for Maria DiSalvo.

Oh, man,

she hasn't lived here in years.

Yeah, I know that.

Just wondering,

did anyone come around

asking for her, looking for her?

- Other than you?

- Yeah, other than me.

No.

Listen, if you see or hear anything,

can you give us a call?

Yeah, see, after I collared

Benjamin Walker,

she took off,

never to be heard from again.

- So he never got to see his kid?

- No. I'm guessing he's blaming me.

The thing with kids, in an instant

they could change your whole world.

Here's Benjamin Walker thinking

he'll have his whole world

in the palm of his hands,

and I come along and take it all

away from him.

Mrs. Greer.

I'm Frank Reagan.

I know who you are, commissioner.

I didn't come here

as a police commissioner.

I came here as a father.

He was minding his own business.

Stepped out for a cigarette

and got his life stolen from him.

You have every right

to feel the way you do,

toward me and the police department.

Oh! Thank you for your permission.

Is this where I'm supposed

to cry on your shoulder?

Mom.

It's all right.

I wish I could say

it gets easier. It doesn't.

And it will never make sense.

And how would you know that?

I lost a son.

Was he shot down in cold blood

by your N.Y.P.D.?

Matter of fact, he was.

I'm sorry, commissioner.

Clearly, I'm not helping here.

I will leave you to your family,

Mrs. Greer.

I didn't mean to disturb you.

And I'm sorry for your loss.

Come on. There's nothing else

you could tell me?

There's nothing in his CJA file?

He maxed out his sentence,

so no parole, no parole officer.

He's not even required

to leave a forwarding address.

All right. Thank you.

Danny, I don't like

the sound of your voice.

Oh, my baby sis

really does love me, huh?

I do, and I'm not joking.

I'm worried about you.

Yeah, I know you are,

and I appreciate it,

but don't worry,

everything's gonna be fine.

He's just messing with my head.

Trying to get under my skin, is all.

Okay.

Just be careful out there, anyway.

I will. Always.

All right, look,

you got to let me go.

I think my partner got lost

going to get us coffee.

Okay, bye.

What would you do, you walk

to Coney Island for the coffee?

Danny.

- What's the matter, Jack?

What makes you think

something's wrong?

Benjamin Walker.

That's me.

How sweet, you remember me.

Yeah, I remember you, Benjamin.

Yeah, it's been a long time.

I wondered.

Look it, you don't want her, okay?

You want me.

And they say that chivalry is dead.

Listen, this is not about her, okay?

Nothing to do with her.

It's between us.

You know, she's very, very pretty.

She even kind of reminds me

of Maria.

Very soft lips and pretty eyes.

Come on, come on. What do you say

we do a swap here, all right?

Let's meet up, we'll make a swap,

me for her.

It's a great idea.

In fact, well, you read my mind.

Okay, you say where, I'll be there.

At our favorite park...

Where you arrested me.

Oh, yeah, Danny...

Come alone, all right?

By yourself.

Because, um, it's a private party.

All right.

All right, I'll be there.

It was stupid.

I wish you gave me a heads up,

because I could've alerted the press,

got some nice footage of the victim's

family staring daggers at you.

Big mistake.

It was a mistake I had to make,

Garrett.

I'm just saying, Frank--

All right.

Here's the preliminary report

from the Shooting Team.

They still need a few days

to dot the I's, cross the T's,

but the bad news is,

ballistics confirms that the bullet

came from Officer Blake's gun.

Good news is,

they're ruling it an accidental discharge

without malicious intent.

Assemble the boys in the press room.

- Why?

- So we can make a statement.

That says you have no comment

at this time.

Close. Only it'll sound more like we

were wrong and we are deeply sorry.

Cue the president

of the policeman's union

on every station in town

calling you disloyal.

We killed this woman's son.

Frank, every cop in town

is gonna hate you.

But you'll still love me, right?

- Thanks for being okay with this, babe.

- She's your partner.

Let's be honest, it's not like

I could have stopped you.

You got nothing to worry about.

Our sharpshooters are the best.

They could put one through Lincoln's ear

on a penny from 100 yards away.

See?

That hardly even sounds dangerous.

I got a good team. It'll be fine.

- I'm not worried, Danny.

- You're not?

No. Everyone knows

what a good cop you are.

But I know

you're an even better father

and you always come home

to your boys.

All right. Come on. Okay.

What did I do to deserve you, huh?

You got lucky.

Oh, Jack wanted me...

He said you could borrow it, so...

- I told him you'd bring it back.

- I will.

I'm moving into position,

but I got no sign of him.

Okay.

I think I got a visual on her,

but she's all alone.

Okay, something's going on here.

Hey, Jack?

Jackie.

Okay, nobody move.

She's holding onto a backpack.

You okay, partner?

It's a bomb.

Okay, everybody stand down.

She's handcuffed to a bomb

in the backpack.

Stand down.

A bomb, Benjamin? A bomb?

What part of this involved you

strapping a bomb to my partner?

You lied to me.

Says the pot to the kettle.

Now tell all your sharpshooters

and all your undercovers

it's time to go home.

Give them a great big hand

and send them home.

Okay.

Tick, tock.

- Tick, tock.

- Okay. All right!

All units clear the area.

Clear the area forthwith!

Move it!

Okay.

They're leaving.

I want you to help me

disengage this bomb now.

I have a better idea.

Why doesn't she give it to you?

Okay. Okay.

Walk over,

and uncuff her with your key.

Then cuff yourself to the bomb.

- Understand?

- Yeah, I understand.

Okay. Throw away the key,

and walk to the east edge

of the park.

I'm in a yellow taxi.

If anyone follows,

we go boom. You got it?

I got it.

I'm gonna have to take that

off your hands now, partner.

We're gonna make a little trade,

okay?

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Danny, Danny.

- Shh.

- Danny, you don't have to do this.

This is my fight, okay?

It's not yours.

Danny...

I'm gonna go real slow, now, and

take these cuffs off you, okay?

I know. I know, Jack.

I gotta do this.

Go get the son of a bitch, okay?

I will.

- I'm sorry.

- Hey, don't say sorry.

Okay? Look at me.

I'm gonna take it away now, okay?

Okay, Jack, get out of here.

Go on. Go.

Hey!

Drop the radio,

the gun, and your cell phone.

Gun.

Nice and easy.

Ankle gun! Ha, ha.

Don't forget that one.

All right. Ankle gun. Yeah, yeah.

Okay.

Just getting rid of my phone.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Get in!

Frank Reagan's

premature public apology today

was a slap in the face

to every N.Y.P.D. officer

who proudly wears the uniform.

And as president of this union,

I'm hereby calling for a vote of

no confidence in our commissioner.

- Told you.

- Congratulations.

You predicted the actions

of the most predictable man

- on the face of the earth.

- It's a vote of no confidence, Frank.

A public rebuke from one of our own.

Wanna guess what the lead

story's gonna be tonight?

I'll give you a hint.

It rhymes with Frank Reagan.

It's hardly the first time

I've had to handle criticism.

It is the first time

fellow cops will be doing it.

We were wrong. And I said so.

Commissioner.

What's wrong?

An ex-convict who Detective Reagan

sent to prison

has taken him hostage at gunpoint.

Personal grudge?

Yes, sir.

Who's running the operation?

His C.O., Sergeant Gormley.

He's a good man. Thank you, Baker.

I was being sarcastic, Ira.

Goodbye, Ira. Hi.

Erin, hey, it's me.

Um, I just need your help for a sec.

Danny, he sent me

this really weird text,

and, um, now he's not answering me.

Okay, okay. What did it say?

It says, "1Z96."

One Z nine six.

That sounds like

a taxi medallion number.

Why would he send that to me?

I don't know. I'm calling Jackie,

I'll pass it along, okay?

Where we going?

Right here's where we're going.

Who's Jenny Roberts?

Also known as Maria DiSalvo.

Yeah.

She changed her name

after you put me away,

so I couldn't find her.

But I had plenty of time

to figure it out, thanks to you.

I found out where she was.

And him too.

That's my son.

Seven years old.

Never even got to meet his father.

- I'm sorry.

- Of course you're sorry.

- You got a gun on you.

- I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

About more than that,

I'm sorry about your loss.

What happened to them, Benjamin?

It was a...

it was a home invasion, all right?

Couple of junkies

broke in the apartment.

And...

They turned the whole place

upside down.

They killed them both.

They killed them...

- They killed them.

- It's not your fault, Benjamin.

It's not your fault,

what's happened to them.

It's not your fault what's happening now,

I know. I understand.

But you haven't done anything yet

that you can't come back from,

do you understand me?

Yeah, I can--

You've suffered a lot.

You don't have to suffer anymore,

just let me help you, okay?

Let me help you, give me that gun.

You just give me the gun, and we can--

We can walk away from this.

I ain't gonna give you the gun.

I'll give you this.

I'll give you this, Danny.

Start digging.

You put them there,

now it's your turn.

You can dig your own grave.

Come on!

I know this is your cab,

now tell me where it is.

I got 50 cabs on the road

at the same time.

How do I know where any one cab is?

Because it has GPS. Now do it.

I'll call the driver.

Your driver's dead, or locked

up in the back of the trunk.

A police officer's life is at stake, sir!

I'm done talking.

Sit down and tell me where the cab is.

- Or God help me...

- Okay. Okay.

I'm doing it. I'm doing it.

Commissioner.

Danny.

No, it's Officer Blake.

He's locked himself in the house

with a gun to his head.

- Hey.

- Hey, sarge.

Blake's wife.

Poor thing must be dying inside.

I wish I could bust through the door

and rip the gun out of his hands.

Best thing we can do

is hang back.

Send our thoughts and prayers.

- Hi.

- Hey.

You can tell your buddies

they can stop whispering.

I know what they're saying.

Oh, yeah?

What are they saying?

My father shouldn't have

apologized publically.

- He didn't have to admit we got it wrong.

- But we did get it wrong.

He had to shout it

from a mountaintop?

You prefer he sweep it

under the rug?

I'd rather he choose us over them.

- Who's them?

- Anybody not wearing blue.

Look, where I come from,

all we got out here is each other.

And if a fellow cop

don't got your back, nobody does.

Let's be straight.

You're not high on me,

I'm not high on you.

But get this much clear,

there's no cop that has ever backed

his men more than my father.

And if anybody says otherwise,

they're gonna have to answer to me.

It's not too late, you know.

You don't want to make

a bad situation worse.

Get up and keep on digging,

and shut up!

I'm doing everything you ask.

Drop your weapon, Benjamin!

Nobody make a move!

I'll kill him! Right here, right now!

You hear me?

Benjamin, drop it!

No, I ain't.

You drop yours!

Or you can say goodbye

to Detective Danny.

Just listen to them, all right?

It's over, Benjamin. Come on.

It ain't over till I say it's over.

What are you gonna do?

You gonna shoot me?

They're gonna shoot you.

It doesn't make any sense.

It's not gonna bring your girl

and your kid back.

Nobody's gonna gun me

when I got you.

You're my good luck charm.

What are you gonna do

against all of them, Benjamin? Huh?

Look at them. Look at them.

It's over.

Look at them all.

So come on, just drop the gun.

It's over.

Just turn yourself in. Come on.

Reagan!

Lieutenant. Ed.

Sir.

All due respect, sir,

but keeping your personal safety

in mind,

I strongly recommend against you

going in the premises at this time.

I heard what you said, Jack,

and I understand why you

had to say it. Did you hear him?

- I did.

- Yes, sir.

Good. I'm going in.

Coming through.

It's Commissioner Reagan.

I'm coming in.

What are you doing here?

Responding to a 10-13,

officer needs assistance.

Lower your weapon. I won't talk

to a man with a gun to his head.

I'm not gonna try

and take it away from you.

I took an oath to protect

and to serve...

And I did neither.

I killed an innocent man.

- You did.

- How am I supposed to live with that?

Stop feeling sorry for yourself.

There's too many people ahead of you

on the sympathy line.

You're still here. He's not.

If I could take his place...

Well, you can't.

What you can do,

is even the score,

maybe someday save a life

for the one you accidentally took.

At this point, how can I?

By sticking around.

Otherwise,

you're just one of those good men

who did nothing.

Son...

You can't take back

what's been done.

Nobody can.

I need you to do something for me.

Try to find your way back to the man

I met in my office this morning.

Ten-hut.

Wasn't worried a bit.

- He had my lucky rabbit's foot.

- You mean my lucky rabbit's foot.

- I thought it was mine.

- Don't worry. It's still yours.

We're just happy

that you came back in one piece.

Seriously, from now on,

anybody Danny arrests

gets sent away with a plate

of homemade cookies

and a note that says,

"Nothing personal."

Well, all jokes aside,

I do want to take a moment

and acknowledge someone special.

Because I never

would have got through this

if I didn't have the best partner

a cop could have.

Yeah, Jackie is getting homemade

cookies, flowers, a cake--

I was talking about you.

Aw!

Uncle Danny,

that was the sweetest thing ever.

- Thank you.

- It really was. I might cry.

- I might puke.

Jamie.

Everything okay, Francis?

Never better, Pop. Erin?

Sure, Dad.

Bless us, our Lord,

and these thy gifts,

we are about to receive from thy bounty

through Christ Our Lord. Amen.

Amen.