All language subtitles for NYC 22 S01E06

So, uh, how do you
pronounce "Rathskellar"?

You just did.

And you're sure
they have non-alcoholic drinks?

I swear by the eyes
of my children.

You have children?

Four from two
different marriages.

You didn't know?

She's pulling my leg, right?

Like a lamb to the slaughter.

Give me 15 to get changed.

Just found out we're a
little light on manpower

for the midnight tour,
and I have an assignment

for anyone willing to go

for four more hours O.T.

Could use the green. You?

Right here, Sarge.

Sector Adam.
Welcome to your first car.

You're heading
into Saturday night out there,

so eyes in the back
of your head, if you please.

See you when I see you.

Yes, ma'am.

Harper and McLaren,
I heard you guys volunteer,

too, correct?

We did?
Sector car?

Footpost 52.

Next time, let the kid
raise his hand, slick.

Hm.

Oh, no.
Shut up!

I thought that was you!
What are you doing here?

Well, I could ask you
the same thing.

What, you get tired of all the
bozoed cops over at Coogan's?

This has
a little more potential.

You know, financially,
crowd turnover...

You mean tips, right?

Yeah.
Never met a cop

that didn't hate a nickel
'cause it wasn't a dime.

But look, it's your unlucky day,

'cause the 2-2
found you again.

Small world.

Since you're here, and I'm here,
how about a Vodka tonic?

You got it.

I'm gonna...

All right, Dan.

What are you doing?

You waiting for someone?
Oh.

Nope. I just didn't feel
like going home yet. You?

Yeah, what you said.

How long a drive you have?

About 45 minutes or an hour.

Westchester?

Long Island. You?

A 20-minute subway ride.

Do you take the subway
this time of night?

Well, you know,
my Bentley's in the shop.

Besides, I'm armed.

You mind if I, uh...?

Yeah, sure.

Is a Martini a cocktail?

You don't know?

No, I do.

I just can't come up with
a response witty enough.

Why do you always tease me?

I do?

I don't know.

Um, that's how I
get by with men.

Well, why don't we drop it,
just for tonight?

Honestly,
that would be a relief.

So...

So, how are you doing
after last week?

Oh, you mean
the Fred Wheeler thing?

Mm-hmm.

It's over.

The dogs bark,
and the caravan moves on.

What's that mean?

It means you suit up
the next day,

just like you did
the day before.

Oh.

A psychiatrist would die
of starvation around you.

My wife made me see
a shrink once.

He quit me.

Do you ever miss Afghanistan?

I miss my family, yeah.

Some of them made it out
to Pakistan with me,

but I was the only one
to go on to London after.

I lived with an uncle
who had a pizzeria there.

Hmm.

I was his delivery boy
for a year.

And then here?

Then here.

Didn't like London?

Didn't like my uncle.

So, how am I doing?

What do you mean?

You know, the job.

Oh, come on.

It's after midnight,
we're drinking here.

Oh, you're not.

Kelly?

Kelly?

Oh, Kelly?

So, pizza's a halal food?

You know about halal?

May not get out that much,

but I do live in the world.

Somewhat.

Excuse me.

One second.

Dana, um...

Dana, uh...

Dana, uh...

I'd like to move beyond
six months of flirtation,

and speak to you from the heart
about this connection

I believe we've both felt since
my first day at the precinct.

No.

You're fine.

What?

You asked me how you were doing.
You're doing fine.

Good.

Captain?
How about a vodka tonic here?

How about a vodka ton... Sorry.

How's everybody doing tonight?

Listen up. I want everybody

to raise your cell phones

up in the air as
high as you can.

You get one chance,

so listen and do it!

Be cool. Be cool.

It doesn't get
any better than this.

Come on, this isn't exactly
the Batmobile.

Hanover 17.

All right, it kind of is.

It's a chariot of righteousness.

Stick with Batmobile.

Sector Adam, respond

to a noise complaint
in front of 1114 Riverside.

Loud music.

Sector Adam.
Show us responding.

Siren. You are such a boy.

Look, well, look, can I at least
turn on the flashers?

I'm not stopping you.

Thank you.

Hey, turn it off.

What?

I said turn it off.

We can't hear you.
The music's too loud.

Oh, it is good, though, man.

Like, one of those.
You all need

to be more considerate
of other people's needs.

Like for sleep.

It's called common courtesy.

What are you doing?

Hey, you-you need to consider people needs.
It won't go off.

- It's called common courtesy.
- Got to turn it off.

- You got to turn it off.
- I tried it. I tried that.

Give me a second.

You.

Both registers.

Quick.

What if they toss us?

Then you follow my lead,

clear the line of fire.

Wallets, purses,
rings, watches.

All manner of bling.

Dump everything

on the tables.

That's why I love

the city, man.

Seven million
voices broadcasting,

"Here I am".

Each one tuned to a
different station.

You know, I always see you
jotting stuff down

in that notebook
of yours, but...

do you ever do anything
with it?

You mean, like, writa?

See, the thing is, Kenny,

got this kind of full-time
job I'm working on.

What, a cop never wrote a book?

Not for 15 years.

I wasn't a writer anyway.

I was a reporter.

Means, the phone rings,
you race to the scene,

you hoover up the information,
you call the newsroom

and dump it on some
superannuated guy in rewrites

who tries to convert it
into readable prose.

Well, I'll tell you,
though, man,

when I got canned, I thought,

"Hey, okay,
here's an opportunity." Right?

Here's an opportunity to be like
a real, you know, writer.

Ray Harper unleashed.

But, uh, you know what happened?

I took one look

at the blank page, man,

and I sharpened 50 pencils

and raced to the nearest bar,

started throwing back
the brown stuff like it was...

mother's milk.

You were scared.

Yeah, you think?

Let's check this out.

Oh, man!

Are you kidding me?

I'm getting a contact high
just standing here.

You think you might be a
little bit too stoned to drive?

No, sir, I'm not.

Oh, yeah?
Your eyes look

like two cherries
floating in buttermilk.

The car is clean,
I-I swear.

Give me your keys.

You're gonna frisk us?

I'm gonna let you sit there

for an hour or two and sober
up, and I will then return

the key to you.
In the meantime,

enjoy the rest
of your rapidly dwindling highs.

I'm so sorry. I'm sorry.

Nice phone. What is it,
the new Sorcerer?

Didn't you hear my friend
earlier tell everybody

to hold up their cell phones?

I forgot I had it on me.

Okay, okay, you forgot.

Just be cool.

You think Ahmad's in there
getting lucky right now?

Ahmad couldn't get
lucky in a harem.

Should we stick our heads in,
bust his chops a little?

No.

Guy's got enough problems.

Where's your purse?

I always let the boy pay.

And where's the boy?

We had a fight.
Where's the boy?!

I said...
Freeze! Don't move!

Police! Get Down!

Put it down! Put down the gun!

Is that Kelly from Coogan's?

10-13, we have shots fired

at the Harlem Rathskellar,

124 and Lennox.

Hostage situation

involving a silver Infinity.

Call for a bus!

Tell them we got
an officer down!

Dana? Dana, can you hear me?

Central, 124 and Lennox.

The Harlem Rathskellar.

We got a cop shot in the neck;
we need a bus forthwith.

Stay with us, Apple.

GSW, I think
it nicked the jugular

from the amount of blood loss.

BP is 70/40 and dropping.

All right, keep up the pressure
on the Venus.

Give her four units.

Get a surgeon down here stat

to extract the bullet before
it slams into the carotid.

Danny, your people
all okay tonight?

Or do we have a problem?

No problem.
No time to get drunk.

Just coming off tour.

Glad to hear it.

Detectives are gonna want
you back at the house ASAP.

Come on, let's catch an R and P
back to the house.

It was my fault.

Why did I come
out like that?

Is she going to be okay?

I didn't know what to do; I
thought he was gonna shoot her.

No. L-Look, you did...
you gotta take it easy

on yourself, all right?

You know, you did what
you thought was right.

I thought...

I panicked.

Is she going to die?

I have no idea.

What would you have done?

I have no idea.

I need your gun.

We saw the perps
running out of here.

They took a couple
of shots at us.

Why don't you guys go back
to the house

and wait for the detectives
to interview you.

Okay.

Hey, you two.

That table over there.

They're a pain in the ass.

Get their pedigree before
they squirrel out of here.

I'm Officer Perry.

We'd like to get some
information from you...

We did not see
anything different

from what everybody else saw.

Three white guys...

three guns, one hostage.

Boom, boom, boom.

Anybody use any names?

Nope.
Okay, what were they wearing?

Something appropriate
for an armed robbery.

A police officer's
in the hospital.

Took a bullet that
could've just as easily

had your name on it.

I can sit here all night

until you guys
lose the attitude.

Hoodies, jeans, tennis shoes,

nothing memorable.

Like I said, perfect
for an armed robbery.

Any distinguishing marks,
scars, hair?

No.
Yes.

The guy had a sleeve.
A sleeve?

Solid tattoo from wrist to elbow.
He did?

Yes.

I saw it on his arm
when he stretched out to shoot.

Which guy?

The one who got wounded.

Torres,

you can't give Apple
your blood.

She don't want your blood.

Why not?

We're both AB positive.

How the hell do you know
her blood type?

Well, I checked before I came.

Didn't you?

How's she doing?

We don't know yet.

It's been like...

It's been like 90 minutes.

I mean, the perps could be
on a plane to Paris by now.

Hey, boss...

uh, sorry, could you
give us a time frame?

The squad is overwhelmed
sifting through the witnesses.

Why don't you get
something to eat,

come back in a couple
hours, all right?

Hey, listen.

This wounded perp, right?

He's gonna need to get
medical attention fast.

So?
So we can go get Chinese,

or we can make ourselves useful.

I vote we make ourselves useful.

Why didn't you intervene?

Well, as long as they
weren't firing,

I wasn't gonna show myself
or my people, you know?

It was too crowded,
it was too dangerous.

And the customer
that got his jaw broken?

You have three
potential shooters...

you have 50 or 60 people

in various states
of inebriation, right?

And then there was me
and three other armed cops,

the senior of which
had two years on the job.

I opted to allow
for a broken jaw rather than

swim in a sea of blood.

I took my cue from my sergeant.

Tried to play it cool.

Absorbed as many details
as I could.

When Ahmad came out
of the bathroom...

and the gunfire started...

I drew and fired, too.

Do you know how many shots
you fired?

I-I-I would guess three.

You fired ten.

Don't ask.

So what made you finally decide
to come out of the bathroom

with your gun drawn?

I thought someone
was about to die.

Hi, Sarge, um, the other
Sarge told us

to take a powder
for a couple of hours.

Was thinking about
getting some food, uh,

checking on Apple,
I just was... oh.

Put some gas in it before you bring it back.
Oh, thanks.

Where do you want
to start looking?

Uh, shot dude. ERs.

No. There are hospital
alerts out on this guys

in all five boroughs and
the tri-state area by now.

So he's got to take
the road less traveled...

You know, you know,
they always wind up

at a veterinarian
in the movies.

You know, my dad told me about
this mortician up here

who wasn't opposed to sewing up
the occasional off-hour felon.

Are you talking
about Isaiah Wheaton?

I did a profile on him way back.

The guy's been dead for two years.
Then who?

All right.

Word is, this guy's got
a tattoo sleeve on one arm.

That's just what people saw,

so who knows how inked up the guy really is?
Okay, so?

Who else is open this late,
has got gauze, antiseptic,

and knows their way
around a needle?

You know any all-night
tattoo parlors?

Eh, maybe. A couple.

Lead the way.

Got a quick question for you.

Was Apple carrying tonight?

Yeah. Mm-hmm.

She came to the hospital
with no gun.

Could it still be in the bar?

Crime scene says no.

You know...

when the perps were backing out,

people were still
running for cover.

This one busboy bent over and
picked up a napkin as he ran.

I noticed because
I thought it was funny.

What is he doing cleaning up
in the middle of a firefight?

Or the gun could be
under the napkin.

That everyone?

Yeah, everyone in the kitchen
and the basement.

Where's Victor?
Who's Victor?

Uh, Victor Perreira,
one of our busboys.

I have his address
in the computer downstairs.

Go down with him
and get it, okay?

Okay. Let's go.

You guys are going to have to
run down this address for me.

Just remember
there's a chance that

this guy's got
Apple's gun, so...

go slow and go smart.
Yes, sir.

Think Ink,

Black and Blue, Black Magic,

Flesh and Fire.

You know, if nothing else,
about five designs I've seen

I'd like to check out.

They're closed?

I don't know.
Lights are on in the back.

Lydia, Lydia, Lydia,

the human encyclopedia.

Can we come in?
What for?

Oh, I-I just...
Old lady dumped me.

Need a cover-up.

You have a warrant?

Take us ten minutes to get one.

Meanwhile, we can have this
place surrounded in five.

Nice.

This guy's a regular hard-ass.

Won't give up his partner.

Says he's always better
in prison than out.

I don't know if
we can turn this guy.

Four of my kids
could've died tonight.

A fifth from last year
still might.

Danny...
I know you're frustrated,

but we're not exactly
half-stepping here.

Look, we all know each other.

All due respect to the squad,

but would you consider
giving me a moment with him?

To do what?

Turn back the clock 30 years.

Okay, here comes
the big beat-down.

First you're gonna carefully take off
your wristwatch, and...

then you're gonna slowly
roll up your sleeves,

and then go round the room...

Please! Help!

No...!

Help...!

People bleed.

It don't mean that they die.

I had a friend of mine killed
right in front of my eyes

when I was ten.

Shot by accident...
from across the playground.

It was two other guys
having a beef.

I mean, I refused
to go to his funeral.

My mom...

she beat my ass
real good for that.

But I just didn't want to go.

Funny thing is that...

now...

after all that we've seen...

You still feel like a rookie?

Me, either.

He changed his mind.

He wants to talk.

Amos Potter.

Me, him and Rafer knew
each other from Cape Vincent.

Where do I find him?

If I knew...

at this point, you'd know, too.

He's got a hostage.

That puts kidnapping on you.

You mean Kelly?

She ain't no hostage.

She's Amos's old squeeze!

What?

The whole thing was her idea.

She saw how much that joint
was pulling in on the weekends

and got us all together.

We all know Kelly.

She served me beer
any number of times,

but can I really
say I know her?

I don't buy it.

I think he's yanking our chain,

tell us any story
to keep us working,

buy Amos some time,
maybe build a defense.

When I went in there tonight,

it was very hard
to get her attention.

She spent more time on her cell
than she did serving drinks.

Who was she calling?

I don't know.

Maybe those three skells.

You know, tell them the place
is lousy with cops

and abort the robbery.

At any rate, she didn't seem

like she reached anybody.

I still don't buy it.

Well, what's
the harm in dumping

her cell phone calls
from tonight?

See who she's so hell-bent
on reaching?

Fine. You got
a friendly judge

you can call this
time of night?

Oh, yeah.

I could never understand
why people get tattoos.

Really?

I like mine. The thing
is... start small

and never ever get anybody's
name tattooed on you.

Why not?

Well, because, you know,
people are fickle,

and then, you know,

you wind up with
your ex-girlfriend's name

on your chest
till the day you die.

Or ex-wife.

So stupid.
If you had

to get a tattoo,
what would you get?

A Yankees seal.

It's imaginative.

I don't know.

Give me an arm.

That's nice.

That's sort of what

it's like except
much more painful.

?Qui?nes?

La policia! Abre!

?Que paso?

?Donde esta Victor?

No se.

Donde... could he be?

Get up!

Where's the gun?

I don't got it.

You know what you didn't say?

"What gun?"
So where is it?

What gun?

Too late.

I sold it.

To who?

You know what time it is?

Whoa!

He's clean.

What the hell you do to me,
Victor?

Hey.

How you holding up?

Better than her.

It's like I dreamt
the whole thing.

I know the feeling.

I've seen so much
horror in my life,

but I was never
the perpetrator.

Whoa.
Perpetrator?

If I had just stayed
in the bathroom, she'd be fine.

Oh, listen, listen to me.

Things like this,

there's very little thought
involved.

It is all instinct.

And your instinct
was to save people,

to stop a bad situation
getting worse.

Yeah, but look at her.
If I only...

Stop it.

From what I heard,
if you didn't

come out when you did,
there's a good chance

he would have
blown her head off.

The fact of the matter is

that nobody knows how else

things would have turned out.

There's a dozen bad outcomes
I can imagine without you

ever having left the bathroom.

And if any of them came
to pass,

you'd be trapped in that room
the rest of your life.

Hey... look at me.

Go back in there
and keep her company.

You're the super here?

Yeah, and for two other
buildings up the block.

Hardworking man.

Look, I ain't never broke
no law in my life,

but my wife died two years ago,

and I'll be damned if my son
grows up an orphan.

I put out that I wanted a gun.
Victor never said

it belonged to a shot cop,

and I feel sorry
about that police officer.

But I was just trying
to protect me and my boy.

So where is it?

I put it in there.
I know I did.

Look, I swear I stashed it
right in the toolbox!

Hey, calm down.
Could someone have taken it?

Rickey. Rickey?!

Rickey?!

My boy's 15.
He's been getting

a lot of grief
from the bangers in his school.

Did he know about the gun?

I didn't think so,

but it's gone and he's gone.

Okay, how do we find him?

I have no idea.

Kelly made seven calls
tonight to the same number.

Cell phone registered to...

a Louise Potter,

63 John Street, Staten Island.

Louise Potter.
Amos Potter.

Mother, sister, wife.

Huh.

Cell phone is in the house
right now.

I think we posse up.

I need another favor.

This is probably not
what it looks like.

This squad's going
after Amos Potter.

Since you two went above
and beyond hunting down Max,

there's a place
for you on a posse.

Do I have time to...?

No.

All right.

Amos, did I wake you? No? Good.

Do yourself a favor,
look out your window.

He says if you don't
all pack up,

he' gonna kill me
and then kill himself!

Nobody's dying today, Kelly.

The best thing
for all concerned is

to come on out of the house,
let us talk this through.

I know that you know me
from Coogan's, and I got

to tell you,
I know you two a little bit.

I know you're no hostage

and I know that you're
a little bit behind all this.

Hold your fire!

Listen to me. There's only
one way you can win this

and that is by remaining alive.

You come out now.

We have a lot of jumpy,
pissed-off cops out here

and not a lot of patience.

This is the last request.

Come out the front door,
weapons first, hands in the air.

You know, if they don't come out
the way he's asking, right,

if they decide to go
all Bonnie and Clyde on us?

It's firing squad time.

So start wrapping your heads
around that.

I don't know if I can look
someone in the face and shoot.

Let's just point our guns
and yell, "Bang."

What do you say?

He's got his phone off.

He never has his phone off.

There's this one gang,

HDP, "Homeboys Don't Play."

They been giving him
the most trouble.

They're on 129th
between Lenox and Fifth.

We cruised that street
three times already.

It's time to take you
to the precinct,

start making some
notifications.

All clear.

Give me your weapon.

I don't think I hit 'em.

No, I...

I definitely didn't hit 'em.

Hey, guess what,
we recovered Apple's gun.

Rickey! He's arrested?!

Did he shoot someone?
No, not at all.

He's the one that
brought it in.

Said he found it in the street.

Yeah?

We have Apple's gun.

What did you do?!

Me? Dad, are you crazy?

Who were you gonna shoot?

When we get home, we're gonna
have us a serious talk.

Am I under arrest?

Kid found the gun in the street.

Go home, talk to your son.

Hey.

Just so you know, they got 'em.

Can I tell you the obvious?

I've never been through anything
like this in my life.

Me, neither.

You get a chance to call
your wife about it?

Uh, nah.

I stopped calling her about
stuff like that years ago.

It's good.

You? Did you talk to anybody?

No.

Nobody to talk to.

I'm good.

Me, too.

Ahmad...

Yeah?

Were we having a good
conversation earlier?

We were beginning to.

I'm so tired,

I can't even hit on you.

I can barely
muster the strength

to tell you it's
never gonna happen.

Okay, thank you for the ride.

No problem.

You okay?

Yeah, yeah.

I'm just... I...

I still don't quite feel
like going home yet.

Come inside with me.

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