All language subtitles for Blue Bloods - 1x07 - Brothers.HDTV.en

Hey.

We're looking for Louie.

Uh... he don't work here no more.

Yeah?

How about this?

You want to try again?

- Try hard, primo.
- Yeah.

Louie?

He's in back!

Ha-ha!

Yeah!

Come on, Louie! Whoo!

- Louie, why'd you make me run!
-You nailed him, Pablo!

You nailed him, Pablo! Let's go!

Let me do him, Pablo, let
me do him, let me do him!

Look at you, boy!

What's the matter with you?

He's an accident victim, not a fatality.

Got to keep your eyes open, homes.

This is a busy intersection, huh?

Aw, I think it's busted.

You in pain?

- Uh-huh.
- Yeah?

That's called the pain of life, son.

Huh?

You keep letting that blanca D.A.

twist your words around, man,

you ain't gonna be feeling
that pain again. Ever!

Get it fixed.

Louie Suarez? Split to Puerto Rico.

Any idea when he's coming
back or how he can be reached?

He didn't run to the
island to get reached.

That's the third witness against

Pablo Torres we've lost this year.

As long as people are more afraid
of Pablo than they are of us...

This is New York, not Rio...

we don't hand our
neighborhoods over to criminals.

I'm pushing the button on plan b.

Pablo's brother.

Yeah. He might be more afraid of us.

Glad you stopped by.

Been meaning to give you these

since I heard you got
assigned to the 12th.

What is it?

Hold on, I'm gonna show you.

You can always use...

an extra pair of collar brass.

Thanks, Danny.

On the other hand, you want
to carry something useful...

you ever seen a slapper before?

Nothing better in close quarters.

- Take it.
- Where'd you even get a thing like that?

Right there.

- It was grandpa's?
- You didn't think

all those things were mine, did you?

Thanks, but no thanks.

Suit yourself.

Just keep in mind, Bambi,
you're not in Cambridge anymore.

Listen, guys, it's simple, okay?

The election's not till next year,

so for the next year
I'm gonna keep my job,

Manhattan district attorney, and
then we'll take it as it comes.

Thanks, okay? Go Jets.

Sir.

Hey, A.D.A. Reagan.

You going after Pablo
Torres for money laundering?

What, have you given up on
murder, assault and extortion?

Not given up, just walking
through another door.

Money laundering, wire fraud, conspiracy.

Based on his brother's operation,

Esteban Torres.

He's the one who beat the odds, right?

Academic scholarship,
math teacher at P.S. 389.

Guy opens a community learning center

to tutor kids who are getting left behind.

That do-gooder center was
bought with Pablo's dirty money.

Have you nailed down the money trail?

We've got cash deposits by
Pablo to the learning center

and checks cut from the learning center

to Pablo's auto-detailing shop.

That's money laundering.

And you think Pablo
Torres is gonna roll over

because his schoolteacher
brother got jammed up?

We don't go after Pablo first...

we target Esteban.

The local hero.

If he refuses to take
the stand and testify

against his brother, he goes to jail.

He's the only one who goes to jail.

Never happen. He's got too much to lose...

family, career, reputation.

You're some piece of work, Reagan.

High heels and brass knuckles.

I'm passionate about my job, sir.

All right.

- Is that the green light?
- Yes, but...

Next year is an election year...

that means no stink bombs this year.

Sir, you had 70% of the vote last time...

who's gonna challenge you?

I got my eyes on a bigger
prize this time around.

The police commissioner is
a civilian position, Frank.

I mean, do you think it's wise
to wear the uniform to ceremonies?

It's important to me that my
people know where I came from.

So, the D.A. wants my job, Frank.

As ambitious as Charley Rossellini is,

I wasn't sure he'd settle for
anything less than the White House.

Well, he's got his sights
set on City Hall first.

I mean, he-he's formed a
PAC, and his first deputy's

about to resign to run
his campaign, so... right?

He's been a pretty strong D.A.

But, now, is that code for "popular D.A."?

Because my polls say
there is no more popular

public figure in New York than you, Frank.

I won't be running for mayor.

No, but I hope that you'll be
standing shoulder to shoulder with me.

Now my office will coordinate
a series of joint appearances,

and I thought maybe we could kick it off

with a formal announcement
on the steps of City Hall.

I mean, I have to tell you
that no one looks better

in a uniform than you, Frank.

I don't do politics.

Right.

Um, uh, let me be clear.

Because, you see, I don't give a damn

how many "True Blue" speeches

Rossellini makes at the PBA dinner dance

with you and your pals.

You work for me.

I serve at your pleasure, Mr. Mayor,

but I work for the
people of New York City.

Mr. Torres, have a seat.

I'm Erin Reagan-Boyle, assistant D.A.

And I am a high school math teacher.

What am I doing here?

It seems you made a deal with the devil.

I'm afraid your bill has come due.

We started with four students.

Now we have over one hundred
from grades five to 12

studying every day.

And how do you pay for the center?

The building, your staff,

the operating expenses.

Got a grant as part of a pilot
program from the board of ed

and money from several foundations.

That was before the recession...
that money's dried up.

You were desperate to
keep your project going.

We were just starting to see results.

So you went to your brother.

It was only a bridge loan,
to keep the doors open.

That was two years ago... he's
been bankrolling you ever since.

What, you want to arrest him for that?

The most positive, generous
thing he has ever done.

Maybe you need to be reminded on
how gangsters make their money.

Richie Gonzales. He didn't need that cane

before your brother decided
to become his business partner.

George Morales.

He refused to pay protection money.

Beaten so badly he's
lost sight in one eye.

The corpse of Claude Eboue.

He disrespected Pablo by driving
his cab on the same street

- that Pablo was relieving himself...
- All right, stop.

Do you understand that your
brother does not get a pass

for buying you erasers and pencils?

Do you understand...
that I would never testify

against my brother?

We're here.

All right.

Whew! We got a fresh one.

A high of 97 predicted for today.

Indian summer.

When you say "fresh one"...

Mrs. Muller, 91.

Died with a can of tuna fish in her hand.

So listen up, rookie.

You will remain on post until such time

as the M.E. gets his lard-assed
humps to do their job.

How long does that usually take?

For the body to decompose?

No, for the MLI to show up.

I don't know, the over-and-
under's about five hours.

You're taking the over, though, right?

3-B. Get the lead out.

Come on.

Frank, that daughter of
yours, she's a pistol.

You didn't parachute
in here to tell me that.

Frank, can I be candid?

And brief, I hope.

What our polling shows...

if the election was
tomorrow I'd kick his butt.

Good luck to you.

You would not necessarily be out of a job

in a Rossellini administration.

I appreciate the vote of confidence.

I don't expect an outright
endorsement, Frank, just...

put some distance between
you and that empty suit.

Thanks for stopping by, Charley.

You know, I had ten years on the job

before I finished law school.

I think I understand the
pressures on New York's finest

better than some west-side
baby-kisser ever will.

When you were in the bag, you were already

more politician than cop, Charley.

Good news.

Erin's got quite a career ahead of her.

You're too smart to use
my daughter for leverage.

I'm smart enough to know that your mayor

is gonna have problems next year.

Last thing I want is for
you to be collateral damage.

Okay, Esteban, think about it.

I need an answer by the end of the day.

Is that when I get my 30 pieces of silver?

Mr. Torres, I understand that this is

an emotional decision for you.

Maybe there's a way that

you won't have to take
the stand in open court.

Really?

You could testify before the grand jury...

it's a secret proceeding.

Your brother would never have to know.

I cannot stab Pablo in the back like that.

If I do this...

I have to tell him first.

I don't think that's a good idea.

Pablo got jumped into the
Webster Avenue boys at 11.

They wanted me, too, but
Pablo backed them off.

Made sure I got to school,
made sure I got home safe.

Anything I've been able
to accomplish I owe to him.

He's a dangerous man.

Have you considered how he might react?

Do you really think I have more to fear

from my own brother than from you?

He shoots. He scores!

Oh!

What a shot. What a pass.

What's wrong? You lost your appetite?

You look like you seen a
dead person or something.

What, you put Renzulli up to it?

Come on.

When's Renzulli ever
listened to anything I say?

I had to burn that uniform.

Hey. The rookie gets the
short stick on the job

since back before I came on.

Yeah, speaking of sticks, grandpa,

I offered Jamie your old Blackjack, too.

My old slapper?

I'd take that as a compliment.

Yeah. He turned it down.

It's not 1959, pop.

That's 1969,

thank you very much, Francis.

They're not authorized.

Doesn't mean it can't save your life.

That's all right.

Let him learn the hard way.

When he's rolling around
in the dirt with 300 pounds

- of prison muscle.
- I never carried one.

Come on, dad. You're six foot,
four. You got hands of stone.

I still remember spankings I got from you

with those war clubs.

You gave me plenty of chances.

Justify it any way you want.

Everybody in this room knows

when those things did
most of their damage...

after the perp was cuffed.

What?

What am I going to do with you?

How am I going to teach
this kid the ropes?

You got a problem with
me when I'm a dumb rookie,

and a problem when I'm not. Why is that?

We've got both image and
sound inside the church.

What if Pablo goes off?

Four from our squad are in position

to take him down at my command.

I didn't hear you come in.

What can I say, bro?

Sneaking up on folks
is in my bones, right?

It's been a while since we sat here, man.

Yeah.

What's the matter, bro?

You can't talk at school?

Steban?

You in trouble, man? Don't tell me.

It's one of these fine young
tutors in the short skirts?

- You got in trouble?
- No, no.

- You got in trouble?
- No.

It's nothing like that.

What is it?

It's the money.

You need more? Come on.

No. No, no, no. No, no.

The D.A.

She's on to it.

She wants to shut me down.

So...

this D.A. is gonna foreclose on the kids

to strike a blow at me?

She wants me to testify against you.

I'm ashamed of myself for
even thinking about it.

I mean, all these years
you've looked out for me,

kept me alive.

No.

You tell her okay.

Tell her, take her shot.

I'm right here.

Let my abogado work for his money, huh?

What?

How about that?

I think...

maybe I should be more ashamed of this,

and you less.

You do what you got to do, man.

'Cause you in jail?

I... I don't see it, man.

I mean, what are you going to do,

teach the convicts six times seven?

But me?

I can jail as strong as anybody, man.

I'll do a nickel like
it's a weekend in Rikers.

It's not like she's got a
body on me or nothing, man.

Yeah, but I take the stand,

and how can you make
this right on the street?

I'm still me.

None of those baby gangsters
want to throw down with Pablo.

Come on.

I don't know what to say.

Nothing to say, man.

Look, you made a life, bro.

Right?

And you're doing the same by those kids.

I'm the last homie to take
that away from you, man.

Be easy, bro.

No, I understand. Yeah.

I've got something for you.

I hope it's Junior's cheesecake.

I got to go.

Doesn't look like
junior's cheesecake to me.

I think the time is right
to walk these open cases

back to Pablo Torres.

You got your own squad
on center street. Why me?

My guys are good, but they're
understaffed by 50 percent,

and burning through overtime to
make the case we already have.

I'm not interested.

I just had Esteban Torres

in front of the grand jury.

Seeing what it's costing him...

He got to you, didn't he?

The iron maiden.

Look, I'll do whatever I have to do

to send him upstate, but
if there's another way...

Let me see.

Three strongest cases against
Pablo and his wrecking crew.

Until they blew out my witnesses.

You got something that's not
a complete waste of my time?

Louie Suarez. He was
my best murder witness,

until Pablo got to him.

Louie's in the wind, but
if we can charge Pablo

with money laundering
and witness intimidation,

we can indict him on a class a felony.

Put him away for 15
years, instead of three.

A two-Reagan task force?

Why not?

She looks great.

Joe worked two jobs that
summer for the extra money.

Found the engine in Rochester. Thanks.

Yep. Restored it from the ground up.

Yeah.

I never could figure out
why he loved this car so.

He wasn't even born when I bought it.

Number one, it's an awesome car.

Number two, it was your car.

None of us wanted to be
more like you than Joe did.

I saw Joe's girl Angela a while back.

She's moving back to Portland.

Really?

You missed a spot.

That night...

To me, it's like a movie in my head,

but with deleted scenes.

Joe was hitting a location, right?

Brooklyn South.

Just like dozens of other times?

Yeah.

Except, this time, the perp rabbited.

Joe could run.

Chased this guy down.

Another perp comes out of nowhere,

and shoots Joe. Four times.

And the two perps?

What do you think?

Our guys returned fire.

Dead at the scene.

The warrant squad's a great unit.

Strong team,

early tours, a lot of overtime.

But every time you hit a door,

you need an angel on your shoulder.

You should have the car.

Take her home.

Since I became police commissioner,

they drive me everywhere.

Omar Vasquez?

Can we ask you some questions?

About what?

About Louie Suarez.

He don't work for me no more.

Yeah, well, he's a witness
in a murder investigation.

Yeah? Well, that's bad
business on Webster Avenue.

Maybe he got some career counseling.

Yeah? From who, Pablo Torres?

Yo, everybody knows about Pablo.

Why you gotta ask me?

Because he came to your fruit stand

gunning for Louie Suarez.

Nah, he don't.

No? 19 stitches in the side of your head

at Montefiore don't lie.

Not Pablo.

It was his little pistolero grumpy.

He put the Cannon upside my head.

- Big gun?
- Chrome .45.

Look even bigger pointed at you.

Thanks for your time.

You gonna pay for that?

Hi, Angie.

- It's good to see you.
- Yeah.

How soon do you leave?

Tomorrow. I have so much left to do.

I won't stay long.

I used to love this city.

Picking up the Sunday
times after a night out,

more people on Second Avenue at 3:00 a.m.

Than in Portland during rush hour.

Why are you going?

Same reason you became a cop.

The night that Joe, um...

the last night,

before he went out, did he seem worried?

Did he say anything?

I have no answers for you.

But I did find a box of Joe's things

in the closet while I was packing.

If you want them.

Yeah.

Good luck to you, Jamie.

Thanks. You, too.

So the school teacher came
through before the grand jury.

Yup, here's the warrant.

Safety first, okay?

I don't care how Pablo
came across to his brother.

He's a gangster with bodies on him.

Our tac plan is solid.

Go over it again.

Every time you hit a door...

We'll hit the club like
he's Carlos the Jackal.

Reagan.

The night his brother testifies?

Find Esteban, get him off the street.

Whoever killed Pablo's
probably gunning for him next.

I'm sorry, Esteban.

Who killed him?

We don't know yet.

But we'll find them.

I know.

I killed him...

when I listened to you.

Don't turn this on yourself.

You told me the grand jury was secret.

It is. We have no reason
to believe there was a leak.

Pablo knew we were coming for him.

He needed to put his affairs in order.

He was trying to protect me.

So he told those bastards
he gave me permission.

Thanks.

No forced entry, no signs of struggle.

Thank you.

His people got to him before we could.

Looks that way.

Wow. Two to the back of the head.

Solitaire hand on the table.

Coffee machine is on.

Pablo sits here dealing, tells
one of his punks to get him

a cafecito, catches lead instead.

Boom.

Calls all his boys
together, sits on his thrown,

silver crown around his neck.

Yeah, silver crown around
his neck which is...

no longer there.

So he tells his crew, "I
got to go upstate for a pop,

but I'm still the king,

and Esteban is still my little brother.

And anybody so much as
breathes hot sauce on him,

I'll snatch their life."

- They see that as weakness.
- Yup.

As if Pablo was a snitch himself.

Okay, so then, why leave the body here?

In their own spot?

Send a message.

The king is dead.

Did you double-check?

We've had a pole Cam up on
that location for nine months.

And it was running last night.

We could already have
that shooter on tape.

I had my techs upload the
link directly from the pole.

This camera covers the club
where Pablo was murdered.

There.

Can you move in on those faces?

Hey, run that back.

Run that back.

Are you showing off for your kid sister?

No. What was that?

There.

- What?
- That flick of light right there.

There. There.

Yeah. It's on his waist band.

Chrome .45.

Grumpy's most prized possession.

Hey! Police!

Police! Don't move!

Get down on the ground now!

Easy, kid.

A bad day for you is
just a punch line for me.

Hey, Syd, are we still on for dinner?

Bad news, sweetie.

The partner just called and told me

I have a 500-page
deposition to finish tonight.

Ugh! Sounds like an all-nighter to me.

If I do get out of there, can
I wake you up when I get in?

Better wake me up, or
there will be consequences.

You're the light at the end of my tunnel.

Love you.

Me, too. Bye.

Testing. Testing.

This is Detective Joseph Reagan.

Six months into my investigation
of the Blue Templar.

Big meet tomorrow.

I think I'm in.

My FBI contact was changed
without explanation.

I... I don't know if they can be trusted.

I make this record separate
from my recordings for them.

More after tomorrow.

We play by my rules in here, okay?

So, no more games, and no
street names, Israel Beltran.

I ask you a question, if
you're smart, you answer it.

Why am I gonna talk to
you? You ain't my lawyer.

I hope you got a good lawyer, because, uh,

we got you coming out of
the social club on tape

with your big shiny penis extension.

Ballistics just tied the
gun to your bff Pablo.

You're done.

You know, I got 20 bucks says that, uh,

when ballistics runs
that gun through ibis,

old grumpy here,

he's probably gonna be
good for another unsolved

homicide, too. What do you think, hmm?

I don't want any part of that bet.

So, uh, the only lawyer
that can help you now

sits at our table.

That's right.

So, you can give a
statement to the A.D.A.,

helping her to understand what
you and your homies are up to,

and if you're lucky, maybe
you'll see the streets again

- by the time you're 50.
- You want my statement?

That's what I just said.

We run Webster Avenue, not you.

Any snitch is a dead snitch.

Whether it's the king of New York,

or some teacher in a school, whatever.

It's just another guest star
on our no-snitching video.

Esteban is our witness.
We need to protect him.

Our witness in what case?

His brother's dead.

The murder suspect is brazen enough

to threaten his life in
front of two detectives.

That sounds like trash talk to me.

Look, our limited
resources should be devoted

to cases we can actually prosecute.

How will we ever get anyone to cooperate

if we turn our back on Esteban now?

You know, Reagan, I liked you better

as my ninja assassin
than my guilty conscience.

With all due respect, sir,

I would hate to see
you make the wrong call.

Especially in a no-stink-bomb year.

Sure you don't have any
sicilian blood in there?

Look, if

he has any actually useful
information about this gang,

and if he's willing to come
in and play with our team

on a permanent basis...
I'll see what we can do.

Good-bye.

You think this is the first
time I've been threatened?

- Circumstances have changed.
- That's right.

Pablo's not here to get my back.

My office can protect
you starting right now.

If I turn full-time
snitch, do you really think

I can do my work after that?

There are so many places that
need a dedicated teacher...

But this is my home.

Please, Mr. Torres, help me
bring these men to justice.

Pablo was the avenger.

My way is to endure.

I'm not going to testify against the gang.

Hi, grandpa.

Hey.

What's that smell?

Trial run for Sunday dinner.

It's duck.

Burnt duck.

I like it crispy.

Where's dad? He's not home yet?

He said he had an important call to make.

Anything I can help you with?

My witness is refusing to testify.

His life is in danger, and
he's refusing protection.

So, what do I do, just
sit back and pretend

that I don't know what's going to happen?

Back when I was Captain of the 6-5

and your father was a Detective,

we had a mob shooting,

and one of the busboys
at patsy's was a witness.

Now, the mob guys put so
much pressure on this kid,

he refused to testify.

He signed the form
declining police protection.

Now, your father took that
form, put it in his pocket,

and then went to live
with this guy for a week.

And when the torpedo showed up,

Francis threw him down
three flights of stairs.

You think the busboy refused
to testify after that?

It's a Reagan tradition... be ready.

Before the inevitable happens.

Yeah.

Reagan.

It's your father.

Commissioner.

Oh, you're worried about Erin.

Well, concerned.

She put a lot of herself into this one.

Well, she's put me into it, too,

and I don't work for
the D.A., last I checked.

I had a thought.

After a kingpin gets knocked off,

there's a power vacuum.

His lieutenants fight for position.

Well, Esteban's scalp is the prize.

With grumpy off the street,

I'm kind of liking his partner, Chavo.

Well... if Chavo made his move

at the time and place of our choosing...

I think I can make that happen.

You and Jamie okay?

We're fine, dad.

- Good.
- All right.

New phone?

It's grumpy's phone.

You know grumpy's, uh,
he's pretty desperate

to get a message to his boys right now.

And we do happen to have
all their numbers right here.

Yeah, but he's in custody,
and his boys know that.

Yeah, that's true.

But, then again, he
could text them from...

a phone like this, which, you know,

he could've gotten from his lawyer.

No, we patted him down...
his lawyers didn't...

I mean, it's worth a try, right?

Do you have search
warrants for those numbers?

Do we have time for search warrants?

Do it.

Let's try...

Chavo. Okay.

We'll see what happens.

I got a text from grumpy, from jail.

Yo, check this out, man.

- Did he buy it?
- Let's see.

My lawyer...

hooked me up.

We'll send a little more.

Teacher...

protective custody...

Make the call on the go.

We're on.

Shh, shh, shh. I'm a cop.

Showtime.

Hit 'em.

Police! Drop your weapons!

Down on the ground! Now!

Hands in the air!

Entrance clear!

She sent you here?

Yeah.

We're not your baby-sitters.

Next time you're on your own.

And now she needs you to testify.

Somebody grab his gun.

I'm starving.

What's this?

Duck.

Can I have some ketchup, mom?

It's black.

Listen, enough.

Eat some beans.

Any other comments?

'Cause if all you're gonna do is complain,

I mean, we could just
have meat and potatoes

- for the rest of our lives.
- No, pop,

it's fun for me and Erin when
somebody else cooks. Right?

It's actually the first sit-down
meal of my week, so thank you.

I'll second that.

It was a good job

taking down those Webster Avenue boys.

Kind of a pyrrhic victory, though.

Don't use these big
words. What does that mean?

We got the bad guys, but the
learning center has to close.

There's no funding.

Well, it's a bittersweet victory.

- Yes, bittersweet victory.
- Mm, yeah.

Mm-hmm. Well, nothing
bittersweet about my victory.

Thank you for the Blackjack, grandpa.

And thank you for not using it,

little brother, it came in very handy.

I just hope it doesn't get
you another I.A. investigation.

What did you say?

- You heard me.
- Here we go.

No, I didn't hear you. Say it again.

Jamie, he's just trying to get

- a rise out of you.
- Yeah, well, he got one.

Yeah, listen to your
girlfriend, Jamie. Take it easy.

I will, Danny, when you get off my back,

- okay?
- Hey, I'm not on your back.

You've been riding me ever
since I got out of academy.

You know, when I start riding
you, you'll know about it.

Easy. Kids.

- Where you going? Hey.
- I'm sick of this.

- Sit down.
- You want to talk, Danny? Outside, okay?

- Where you going? Sit down.
- You want to talk about this?

- Sit down, Harvard!
- Outside, Danny.

I'll go talk to him.

I'll talk to him.

Don't tell your mom.

You pray, don't you?

Don't tell your mom.

I'm sorry, but...

rookie this, rookie that.

I mean, I can't do anything
right anymore. He...

Well, I think he's desperate to
teach you everything he knows.

By tearing me down every
chance that he gets?

That's your brother.

If Danny's tough on you...

it's 'cause he wants
to make you bulletproof.

I give directions to
tourists in Times Square.

It's not exactly Fort Apache in the '70s.

Every tour you work,

do this job like there's
trouble around every corner,

'cause one day there will be.

Danny couldn't handle
losing another brother.

Sit down, Charley.

I was surprised to get your call, Frank.

You change your mind?

Congratulations on your
Webster Avenue case.

Thank you. Did you see we indicted

the entire upper Echelon of the gang?

Yes, I did.

Erin was a big part of that.

Big talent, your girl.

Just offer her a bit of
guidance every now and then,

and the results are first-rate.

For the most part.

For the most part?

Class-a felonies all around.

Feels like a home run to me.

Except for the learning center closing.

That is a shame.

But... today's economy...

If I were running for mayor, Charley,

putting that right, and letting
the world know about it...

that would be a home run.

The Webster Avenue
Community Learning Center!

Let's hear it! Come on!

Esteban!

Funds were provided by the generosity

of philanthropist James Herrera,

and made possible by district
attorney Charles Rossellini.

Did you have anything to do with this?

I did not.

Where's my beer?

You had your one before dinner.

I'm cut off, the game
hasn't even started yet.

Rossellini: I'm overwhelmed
with joy to see this happening.

Do you see the men who tried to
kill you here in this courtroom?

Yes, I do.

Will you point them out to us, please?

Chavo, at the end...

Julio and T-Bone.

Let the record reflect that Mr. Torres

has pointed to the three defendants.

Where were you when these events occurred?

At the Webster Avenue learning center.

You are the founder of the Webster
Avenue learning center, is that correct?

That is correct.

Did there come a time

when the center was in
such dire financial shape

that you turned to someone for help?

Yes, that is true. Who was that person?

It was Pablo Torres,

my brother.

Isn't it true that Pablo

was also a high-ranking member
of the Webster Avenue boys?

Yes.

Pablo did some bad things,
things that I cannot defend...

but he was my brother,

and between us, that came first.

Anyone who has a brother,

I don't have to explain.

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