All language subtitles for Blue Bloods - S1E04 - Officer Down.en

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MAN: Look, I'm telling you, this
guy is as solid as they come.

You reach out to me
with this score,

I'm thinking, there's no guy

more right for this
than my man Kola.

Why is he giving me

a beef about whether or not
the stones are gonna be there?

You tell him how far back
we go?
Come on.

I've known you my
whole life, bro.

No, man. It's just,
he's a perfectionist.

Trust me. That kind
of attitude pays off.

I've been with this guy
in some serious takedowns.

Montreal,
Detroit, Chicago.

He never blinks.

Here he comes.

Okay, one more time.

I know, I know.
Never leave the truck.

So I am boring you?
No, man.

It's just...

(sighs)

I get it.

Never leave the truck.

You, three minutes
means three minutes.

Not a second more.

When we are
inside...
I watch the room.

You watch the room.

Somebody wants to be a hero...

...you make them a martyr.

WOMAN:
How are you, sir?

Nice to see you again.

Sorry, sir.
The Commissioner is not...

He's my son,
Einstein.

Relax.

Commissioner...

It's okay, Bill.
He's my father.

(chuckles)

Hey, my old
Fitz Special.

You know, you'd
get a lot more

firepower
if you used an automatic.

Oh, these days,

I'm surrounded by people
who can shoot for me, Pop.

Still,

the thing's practically
an antique.

It was built
to last.
(laughs)

That's exactly
what your grandfather said

when he gave it to me.

I like carrying your gun, Pop.

Fair enough.
Oh, I got my new I.D.

I always thought
it was silly how

they stamped retired
all over it.

May as well say,
"Rest in peace."

You're lucky they're still
paying your pension.
(laughs)

Yeah. What is this?

It's supposed
to be a camel.

It was a gift from the
police chief in Amman, Jordan.

Brave New World.

I was lucky
if I got a pine plaque

from the Poughkeepsie
police.

Here. Pastrami on rye.

Mrs. Friggins' Kitchen.

What happened to your
war on cholesterol?

Mm...

Let's just say

it's a tactical retreat.

(clears throat)

JAMIE:
Hey, so we're set

for Shakespeare in the Park
tonight?

DANNY:
Can't wait.

I was sitting with
Grandpa the other night.

We were looking at
pictures from the old days.

I remember seeing this pin on
his uniform-- The Blue Templar.

Oh?

That was some kind
of fraternal group?

Yeah, back in the days.

He said you were
tapped for it, too.

But if it was such a, such a
back-in-the-day thing...

You a cop or a reporter?

It's nothing for a rookie
to worry about.

KOLA: If we work smart,
by tonight we will be rich.

RENZULLI:
Get out of here.

You and Danny bringing
the girls to a play?

You, Mr. Ivy League.

But Danny...

Yeah, Shakespeare
in the Park.

My cousin's a sergeant
in Central Park.

He hooked us up
with the tickets.

No waiting on line.

Danny Reagan and Shakespeare
in the same sentence.

Yeah.

It's the funniest thing
I ever heard.

I'm trying to civilize him.

Yeah? You and what army?

DISPATCH:
Sector Adam 10-52.

Family at four-six-seven
West five-two.

Ah, nah.

Not today.

DISPATCH:
Please respond.
You know this job?

Do I ever.

It's a chronic
domestic job.

Every three months,
these two knuckleheads

go to war over something.

Here.

The only thing good about
this friggin' job is

it keeps my marriage
in perspective.

John Ganley is a pig!

He sleeps with women
not his wife!

He's a lothario!

Alice...
you changed tactics.

Shows initiative.
A pig!

RENZULLI:
Alice,

you can basically say
whatever you want,

but the bullhorn and the pig,
they gotta...

Penelope stays.

You named it?
JOHN:
Hey, Renzulli?

Yeah?
You see what
I'm up against?

I read the
Constitution.

Freedom of speech.

Counselor, you want
to help me out here?

Abundant...
(bullhorn squeaks)

Abundant case law supports
restraint of speech

when it infringes
on public order.

Where'd you find this one,
Renzulli?

Hey, you wouldn't believe me
if I told you.

Alice, you can stay,

but the bullhorn and Penelope--
they got to go.

Officer, deflate the pig.

You got it, Sarge.

Okay, three minutes.

(beep)

WOMAN:
Yeah, I can talk, Mom.

I'm on meal break.

Yeah, no, John has not
told me anything.

He says
it's an anniversary surprise.

So I'm kind of
looking forward to that.

(gasps)

(panting)

Yeah.

At the end of the day,
I'm not gonna force him.

Three minutes now!

(door slams shut)

FEMALE OFFICER:
Thank you so much

for letting
Vincent stay over.

All right. Bye.

Police! Don't move!

(gunfire)

(people screaming)

(tires squealing)

(people shouting
and screaming)

I'm sorry, sir.

We have an officer down.

Where? When? How?

A uniform assigned
to Manhattan South task force.

She happened on a 10-30
in the diamond district.

Who is she?

Police Officer
Michelle Martin.

On the job since '04,
married, one child.

A boy.

Six years old.

Likely? Not likely?

She was pronounced
en route to Bellevue, sir.

We're withholding
that information

so it doesn't get out

over the airwaves.
Assemble all

the super chiefs and chiefs in
the command center, forthwith.

Yes, sir.
Hogan?

Sir?

I want all tours extended,
no cops go home.

(sighs)

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(siren wailing)

Inspector? Hey.

This is my new partner,
Detective Jackie Curatola.

We worked Manhattan North
Narcotics back in the day.

Tough first day
in the command.
No joke.

So, what
do we got?
Bad news, Danny.

Kid was on the job
six years.

She was in my command
when I had the 3-4.

She was real police.

These guys knew
what they were doing.

They were in and out
in three minutes.

The take is north
of five million.

So, this officer--
she just happened upon this?

Yeah.

According to her sergeant,

she was on duty,
but out to meal.

She swung by the block
to get her wedding ring resized.

Damn.

How are we doing
on canvas?

The witnesses are
all over the map

with their descriptions
of the perps.

The only thing
they all agree on is

three male whites,
one tall.

Tall one's the shooter.

So the tall guy shoots her,
she fires back after she's hit,

and nails the small guy.

(sighs)

Tough kid.

All right, so, they come out,
small guy's hit around here.

Stumbles over to the van.

This is probably his blood,
so we got a bleeder.

I want to check out hospitals,
doctors' offices, veterinarians.

Anywhere he might have
gone to get some help.

All right, good, okay?

At this time,
we have over 300 members

of service deployed on canvass,

extending 1,000 feet
out from the location.

Add another hundred uniforms,
go river to river.

The Con Electric truck.

Nothing yet, sir.

I want it found.
Yes, sir.

Department should be advised
that the Feds are on board.

Good. I want the D.A.s
in all five boroughs ready

to expedite any paper
we might need on warrants.

Any questions?

Let's get at it.

Sir, the, uh, family
and the husband

of the deceased are waiting
for you in your office.

Okay.

LINDA:
Sorry I'm late, Sydney.

This is so terrible.

I can't believe another
cop has been killed.

It's been
all over the news.

Yeah.

That poor girl.

I guess this is no night to go
to A Midsummer Night's Dream.

Yeah, no.

Shakespeare can wait.

Always starts the same way.

What do you mean?

Well, the fanfare,

the damn media'll be
crawling all over this story

like a pack of rats.

Yeah, front page coverage
for about a week.

But, then you know
what happens.

I hope I never find out.

The whole world moves on,

and the family is left
to suffer in obscurity.

I can't imagine.

They said she had
a six-year-old son.

Yeah.

You know, the department
will do what it can.

The family will get
a nice pension.

She'll make the
Wall of Heroes.

Maybe they'll name
a street after her.

But the hurt...

Well, that... that goes
down the generations.

How do you deal
with the day-to-day,

not knowing if Danny
will come home?

Every time I hear a
cop has been shot...

I hold my breath until
I know Danny is okay.

And even though I feel
awful for the other family,

God forgive me,

(sniffles)

I'm so relieved
it's not my Danny.

(siren chirping)

(chuckles)

(chuckles)

All right.
Thanks for coming in.

Your fence give you
anything good?

No, ice came out of
the clear blue sky.

Not a whisper in the
gemstone community.

His guess? Stone's going
out of the country.

There's an ARGUS camera with a
perfect view of the crime scene,

only it didn't get anything.
Come here.

Look at this.

It's at the
same exact time

as the 911 call.
Yeah.

Back that up.

Hold on.

How is it that the one
street light in New York City

that can block our camera view
of the crime is being fixed?

This guy just happens
to come along

ten minutes before
the heist to fix it?

You think it's
a coincidence?

No, no, there's 330,000
street lights in New York City.

How do you know that?

I dated an electrician.
Local Three guy. Long story.

Enlighten me some other
time. I don't believe

in coincidences, do you?

No. Not on that scale.

How does that
happen, huh?

330,000 street lights
in the city of New York,

and you just happen to be fixing
the one that messes up my day?

What are the odds
on that?

You're a gambler.

Who told you I gamble?

Well, let's see.

Your computer,
your phone bills,

your text messages,
your e-mails,

your credit cards,

and your
bank records-- look,

I know every asinine
thing you've done

since the second grade,
so don't play with me.

I'm just a street light guy.

Really?

Says he's just a street
light guy, this guy.

Oh.

Those are my kids.

Uh-huh.

Go ahead, touch it.

Touch it. Come on. Touch it.

How's it feel? Feel good?

Well, you better
learn to love it.
Why?

Because that's the closest
you're ever going to get

to touching your kids again.

Don't touch anything.

You know what
cop killers get?

They get maximum security,

which means no physical contact,

so you don't touch anything.

Cop killer? All I did
was park my truck.

Really? They killed a cop.

And you helped them, so that
makes you a cop killer, too.

In fact, don't even look at me.
Turn your head away from me.

Now!

Disgusting.

I was in over my head
to my bookie for 50 large.

He said if I
don't help him

and his guys,
he's going to kill me.

I swear on my kids' eyes.

These guys are savages.

And?
Who's your bookie?

I give you these--

Don't look at me.

I give you these guys,

my life is not
worth a plug nickel.

Who's your bookie?

Pick better friends next time.

I talk, I want witness
protection.

Yes!

Yes! What else can we do
for you today, Andrew?

Hey, jackass!

Tell me who
your bookie is!

Ricky Vintano.

DANNY:
Ricky Vintano?

Happy Jack Vintano's kid?

Yeah, that's him.

All clear!

We just missed him.

It's still cold.
Let's go.

Hey, I want you to get dumps
on these computers forthwith.

You got it, Danny.

Go.

I bet you Ricky
winds up at his daddy's.

Big tough guys do.

FRANK:
Detectives.

Commissioner Reagan.

Vintano leave
anything behind

that would tell us
where he's going?

We seized
two computers.

CCS will acquire
the hard drives.

We'll see what kind
of trail this guy left us.

We're also thinking of giving
his old man Happy Jack a shake.

Okay, well, I have three words
for you: call my lawyer.

Put him under 24-hour
surveillance.

The kid makes contact,
we'll know abut it.

Yes, sir.
They found the
Con Electric truck

abandoned in a parking
lot over on West 51st.

Crime Scene Garage going
to start processing it.

Let's see if this
tells us anything.

Family was in my
office, Danny.

I got to get
this son of a bitch.

I'll kick down every door this
punk's ever walked through, Dad.

I know you will.

JACKIE: Sarge, we finally got
somewhere on the camera footage.

DANNY:
This video came from a camera

located outside
of a nightclub on 5-1.

It's halfway
between the crime scene

and where the perps dumped
the Con Electric truck.

DANNY: That is our boy
Ricky Vintano

making his getaway
with the diamonds.

Splitting up part of the plan?

We're thinking Ricky he might
have called an audible,

went into business
for himself.

Well, either way,
we still have to nail Ricky

and his two pals, whether he's
with them, or against them.

Yeah, well,
we've rounded up

every heist guy left walking.

We've torn through every known
associate of Ricky Vintano.

So far, we got squat.

And we checked all the hospitals
for a bleeder.

We got nothing.

Hey. You should
check this guy out.

We snagged him from
one of Ricky Vintano's

gambling joints.

This is is Billy Leo.

He tends bar
for Ricky Vintano.

Now, the problem
with Billy is,

he's on parole, and we
found an eight ball
of coke in his sock.

Then...

two ounces
in his car.

Tell them
what you told me.

(sighs)

About a week ago,
I'm closing up.

Ricky comes in with two guys.

Some Albanian I don't know,

and the other guy it took me
a minute to recognize.

Why's that?

It's been about 15 years.
He's older.

Looks like he's been gobbling
steroids, but he's still short.

It's Jimmy C.

Jimmy Costello.

DANNY:
Johnny Fat's kid?

Yeah.

Him and Ricky Vintano,

they've been best pals
since growing up.

Two brats with major
Mob guys for fathers.

Okay. This other guy
with Costello,

he's short,
kind of stocky?

No-- tall, six-two,

built, foreign accent.

Seemed like a very
heavy guy to me.

Is that it?
That's all you got?

I give you something, you going
to throw me to the wolves?

These guys scare me just
sitting there and drinking,

and I don't scare easy.

(clears throat)

We can't help you.

Come on! I can't do
the kind of time

that comes with that weight.

Hey, you think you're scared
of those guys?

They just killed a cop.

You don't know how scary
that can make me.

You want to walk
on the coke?

I need more.
I need something real.

I need something real
and you ain't got nothing.

When they left...

I went to lock the door
behind them.

They got into a black Caddy.
A rental.

How did you know
it was rented?

'Cause when the
guy sat down,

he put his keys on the bar.

It was a car rental keychain.

You know how many
Caddies are rented

in New York City right now?

This is baloney.
We ain't got time for this guy.

It had New York
plates.

Started with M-A-L.

You always remember
license plates?

Nah.

It's my mother's initials.

Jimmy Costello. Another wannabe
son of a real gangster.

He stabs a kid outside
a bar up on Fordham Road.

His old man sends him
up to Montreal.

Yeah, I remember
that case.

Didn't the witness to the
stabbing OD on heroin?

Uh-huh.
But Jimmy stayed up

in Montreal
anyway, right?

I guess word was
Happy Jack banned him

because he was too wild,

but mostly just wanted to
keep him away from Ricky.

How ironic.

Well, this Costello

caught at least one bullet,
and nothing's come up

in our medical canvass; I doubt
he's in any condition to travel.

Yeah, well, if Ricky
split with the diamonds,

Jimmy and the Albanian are
going to be looking for him,

so he's probably still here.

So we I.D.'d
two out of three.

We got Ricky Vintano
and Jimmy Costello.

Just need our shooter.

Let's track down
that black Caddy.

See what it says.

All right.

I don't care what time.
Keep me posted.

Hey!

Nicky!

You got your hair cut.

Now I can see your
beautiful face.

Thanks, Grandpa.

I missed you so much.

I missed you, too.
How was the coast?

San Francisco was amazing.

Plus, we went to
the Aquarium in Monterey.

It's so much cooler than
the one in Coney Island.

Best time of my life.

That's great.

Of course, she's two weeks
behind on her schoolwork.

What?

Hey, you're a Reagan.

Get in the kitchen.
Hit the books.

Go on.

She's been dying to see you.

Yeah? I think you're stuck
with the role of bad cop.

(laughs):
Yeah.

Which is ironic,

since I'm the only one
in the family who isn't one.

Hey, Francis.

Yeah?

Happy Jack Vintano's kid
is the main suspect?

Well, he ain't
no Happy Jack.

Jack used to run the numbers
between Bay Ridge and Riverdale.

Transports you, does it?

Should I put on some
Sinatra and Nat King Cole?

(chuckles)

Different day, different way
to do business.

"Business," he calls it.

Yeah, Happy Jack used
to be called

"the good bad guy."

I'm sure his victims
felt differently.

Give me some help here.

Hey...

You know the way
the city used to be.

I never had your appreciation
for the gray area, Pop.

Well, let me
tell you something.

Happy Jack wanted
to hurt you,

you probably had it coming.

He was strictly
a numbers and sports guy.

No guns, no girls,
no dope.

A regular Mother Teresa.

How was he
with the lame and downtrodden?

(stammering)

The guy was a Marine in Korea.

We were in the same unit,
six months apart.

He gave the commissioner
a run for his money.

He was a worthy
adversary.

But on a case like this,
cop killed?

Happy Jack Vintano

was on our side.

You remember when
they killed Jimmy Farrell?

Yeah. Nice kid.

Airborne Ranger
back from 'Nam.

Chest full of medals.

I went to see Vintano
off the books.

The mutt who killed
Jimmy Farrell?

Two days later,
he showed up dead.

Wrapped in a bow.
Well...

Nobody chased that case
too hard.

Good old days.
HENRY:
Maybe not.

But let me tell
you something.

Unlike today, everyone knew
where the line was...

and what it cost...

when you crossed it.

(sighs)

You know, Officer Martin
joined the department

right after seeing me
speak at Syracuse.

You know, sometimes I think
you blame yourself for Joe.

Anytime a cop dies, it's like
losing a member of the family.

Don't forget
he jumped out of bed

every morning he was on the job.

And everything I've heard
about Officer Martin

says she was
the same way.

Price of leadership
inspiring people to their doom?

No.

You inspire people
to do the right thing.

The price is what we sometimes
pay for the life we choose.

I know all that.

But thank you.

This the surveillance video
on Happy Jack Vintano?

Yeah.

This guy is the pork
store, the cheese store,

the bakery,
the fishmonger...

That's why they
call him Happy Jack.
He should

have his own show
on the Food Network.

Makes me want to move to
the Bronx, all that good food.

He's a man of habit, but no
sign of prodigal son Ricky.

I almost feel bad
for the old man.
That's a maximum "almost."

I'm just saying,
he was king of his own world.

Now it's all passed him by.

Hey, that Caddy,
turns out it was rented

outside of Buffalo
by Jimmy Collins,

AKA Costello.

Nothing popped up
on the LPR's,

but it did pick up
a ticket last night
on Bruckner Boulevard.

Want to check it out?

I understand I can get
some of the best sausage
in the city here.

So the food is lousy
in Brooklyn these days?

Brooklyn ain't what
it used to be.

Not much is.

I see that kid of
yours made out good.

Matter of perspective.

The kid now has my old job.

It's better him

than some creep
off the street.

You had a good run.

Likewise.

Come here,
I'll show you something.

This is beautiful.

He grows the fennel and
the chili peppers himself.

He throws a little extra
cold red wine into the mix.

Reminds me of the stuff
my father made

in Calabria when I was a boy.

Grazie.

We were, uh... we were
talking about my kid.

I need to ask you
about yours, Jack.

I thought you
were retired.

I'm coming as a courtesy.

You know, all that time
and energy we spent

trying to outsmart
each other--

who runs the numbers now?

You go to 7-Eleven,
you bet a horse,

the state'll take your
money at the OTB.

We were the bad guys.

You know things change.

The funny thing is,
I can see that,

but my kid...
he's blind to it.

You made it this far,
alive and free.

I mean, that's
a million-to-one shot
in your racket.

I did, but now my son.

I was never one
of those morons

that wanted their kids
around this life.

I don't know,

is this how it goes,
the sins of the father?

You know better
than most, Jack.

A cop goes down,

no quarter is given.

DETECTIVE:
Man, oh, man!

You got Danny Reagan's
cell phone number?

DANNY:
That's the partial plate.

JACKIE:
And there's the ticket.

Think we should wait
for a warrant?

Nah. Can't you hear that
person calling for help?

JACKIE:
Oh, yeah.

Ooh.

Pop the trunk.

Oh!

Think we found Jimmy.

JACKIE:
Yeah. Too late.

Yeah.

That Officer Martin
was something else, huh?

Mortally wounded,
and still had the wherewithal

to put a slug
in this creep.

Nice piece of shooting--
I just wish

she would've gotten
to him first.

Did he bleed out?
I don't think

he had time--
look at his neck.

Classic manual
strangulation markings--

crushed larynx.

The guy was choked to death.

Oh, don't tell me--
no honor among thieves.

I'm shocked.

And my mother
complains

about her retirement package.

Ricky better hope we get to him
before his partner does.

DANNY:
As long as we get the shooter,

I don't give a damn
what they do to Ricky Vintano.

Perps were picked up
on this camera on 5th Avenue

located right
near the crime scene.

The time stamp
is two days before

the officer
was killed.

They're casing the place--

so who's our shooter?

JACKIE:
This third guy.

We sent his picture to Interpol.

They believe it's Dukajan Kola,

AKA Monster.

He's a high-stakes
jewel thief,

an ethnic Albanian
from Montenegro.

How's he tie in
to Vintano and Costello?

Interpol believes
he's hiding out

in Montreal where he
hooked up with Jimmy C.

This guy Kola's

a real piece of work.

He's wanted for a home invasion

outside of Montreal

with five bodies
attached to it.

He shot and killed
a family of four.

Fifth body was his partner.

Which means he
doesn't like to share.

No.

Also means he's not
gonna leave New York City
without his diamonds.

Let's find Vintano
before his partner does.

You got an extra pair
of collar stars?

I can't find mine.

How was your trip to the Bronx?

(groans)

Are you gonna bang a guy
for trying to pitch in?

Your pal Happy Jack knows enough
to use throwaway cell phones

but not enough to know
we have shotgun mikes

that can pick up a conversation
two blocks away.

Which is what TARU did
three minutes after you left.

So?

So he called his son.

He's trying to save his son.

Which is exactly what
we would be doing.
We?

(sighs)
So send in the Marines

next time.

You know what the press
will do with this?

How are they gonna find out?

Happy Jack gonna post it
on his "blob"?

You think NYPD's the only
agency watching Vintano?

(chuckles)
Oh, I get it,

I get it.
You're worried

your senior citizen father
is going to embarrass you.

My worry is, you may have
cut off our only avenue

to a cop killer.

Okay. Okay, okay.

(resumes brushing)

(sighs)

Maybe I shouldn't have gone
and seen Vintano.

But the only way you're
gonna get this kid

is if Happy Jack reels him in.

(bagpipes playing
"Amazing Grace")

FRANK:
Monsignor Moran, Mr. Mayor...

Mr. and Mrs. Martin, John...

Vincent.

Back in the days
when the city first formed

the police department,
the poet Walt Whitman wrote:

"I dreamed in a dream
I saw a city

"invincible to the attacks

of the whole
of the rest of the Earth."

As a New York City
police officer

who worked the city streets
every day,

Officer Michelle Martin knew,

better than most,

that the dream
has not yet been realized.

But Officer Martin endeavored

to make the dream a reality.

She was devoted...

she was true...

she was brave.

And she made a choice.

She chose to live
a life of service.

She chose to put herself
in harm's way,

to be a guardian to the people
of this great city.

(bagpipes playing)

We will never be able
to thank Officer Martin.

She made the supreme sacrifice.

But this we can...

and will do.

We will remember her always.

We will remember
that even when mortally wounded,

she had the strength
and composure

to return fire.

We will remember

that in her life

and in her death...

she embodied all
that we, as citizens,

can hope to be.

(voice breaks):
May God bless M...

May God bless Michelle

and welcome her home.

(bagpipes playing)

*

DANNY:
Funeral was tough.

Tell me you got some
good news for me.

I got some news that's
gonna cheer you up.

Here.

Hop in.

I'll change in the back.
Okay.

All right, listen to this--
this just came in.

Ricky called his father.

RICKY: Uh, Dad, I'm all banged
up, I got nowhere to go.

HAPPY JACK:
Ricky, the cops are listening.

You gotta turn yourself in.

It's the only way.

Can we locate
where the call originated?

Yeah, it came in
from Parkchester.

The RTC just called,

said Vintano did a bit
up in Greenhaven.

What's Parkchester?

Didn't-- Ricky had a cell mate
when he was in Greenhaven

from Parkchester,
right, a Shawn something?

Shawn Randolph.

Yeah, got compassionate parole
in '98.

Had liver cancer,
died three months later.

Right,
but he's dead.

That's why we scratched him
off the list

of known associates for Ricky.

So who's in Parkchester?

His ex

Lori Kent still resides there.

She made half a dozen
visits up to Greenhaven--

get this--
after Randolph croaked.

So Shawn's ex

was visiting Ricky in prison?

Wow, ain't love grand?

Don't look,
I got to do my pants.

(unzips)

Body wasn't even cold yet,
this tomato jumps horses.

Yeah, well,

let's pay the merry widow
a visit, huh?

Don't make me do anything
you're gonna regret.

Put your hands
on the dashboard.

Put 'em on the dashboard
before I put a bullet in you!

It's my lucky day, Ricky.

I got you
before the bad guys did.

Yeah.

Keep smiling.

RICKY:
Lawyer, lawyer, lawyer!

Lawyer!

Your lawyer can't
help you now.

You're a cop killer.

Even your old man
can't help you.

Hey, my dad had nothing
to do with this, all right?

Reagan, Reagan,
what are we doing here?

Yeah, what are we doing?
Shut up!

Wait a minute, wait a minute,

listen to me, listen to me.

Step aside, Jackie.
Listen, just listen...

Jackie.
Listen to me.

This whole case,
you haven't said anything

about your brother Joe,

and I know it is
probably killing you,

but do not do
anything stupid.

Listen to me.

We worked together
what, three, four years

back in the day, Jack?

Good partner.

You always had my back.

Do me a favor.

Watch it one
more time, okay?

Come on.

Get out.

Let's go.

Come on.

Come on!

Get up.

Get up, get up.

Move.

I said move.

(groans)

You know what happened in
this spot on July 13, 1975?

1975-- I was two.

Yeah?

Your old man
killed a guy,

shot him twice in
the back of the head.

Bang, bang.

You're crazy.

Yeah, you want to know
what happened next?

Nothing.

You want to
know why?

'Cause your old man

killed a guy
that the whole city wanted dead.

Yeah, Happy Jack killed
a cop killer.

Yeah, so?

So?

So now
you're a cop killer, Ricky.

Huh?

Yeah.

You've become the thing

that even your old man knew had
to be wiped out.

I don't know
what you're talking about.
You don't?

Well, how about I
spell it out for you?

The last time a cop killer
was brought here,

they pulled him out of the river

with two bullet holes
in the back of his head

and they still ruled it
a suicide.

You starting to get
the drift, Ricky, huh?

I'll give you the diamonds,
man, I'll give you the...

I don't want
the diamonds!

You killed a cop!

All I did was
drive, bro.
Yeah?

Wrong answer.

So now I'm gonna give you
a choice, Ricky.

You're going to
give me the shooter

or I'm gonna do
what Happy Jack did.

I'm gonna put two bullets...
(gun cocks)

...in the back of a
cop killer's head.

The shooter, Ricky.

Give me the shooter!

Hey.

Monster.

What?

Monster--
they call him Monster.

His name is Kola.

There's a warehouse
over by the Manhattan Bridge.

(sirens wailing)

That cop-killing animal
still in there?

Yeah, he's
in there.

Perimeter is
locked down.

There's only
one way out.

Come on, come on.

OFFICER (over radio):
Here we go.

(gunfire)

*

Now I can sleep.

Renzulli!

You brought your cute
lawyer friend with you again.

Oh, yeah.
What's he got
to say now?

Actually, ma'am,
I'm pretty much speechless.

You know, for once, uh,
so am I, Alice.

(chuckles)

(snorts)

I see Danny made the case.

Ah... the silent treatment.

You know,
you're just like your mother.

That was the trouble
with the Reillys-- stoics.

The Reagans-- we punch walls,
we throw a few back,

we howl at the moon.

My mom, your wife,

could do more with a look
than a thousand punches.

Say what you will,

but I never knew a Reagan
to take a heart attack.

Reillys-- all that holding
it in, sooner or later

you're going to explode.

Every one,
once they reached 60,

they're like
a ticking time bomb.

The next time

you feel compelled
to save the day,

pick up the phone and call
the police commissioner.

Understood.
Chain of command.

The reason

they have "retired" stamped on
those I.D.'s in such big letters

is to make sure guys
like you don't forget

that they put
their papers in.

How's dinner, boys?

Good.
Good.

I tell you,
these meatballs ain't bad.

Italian feast night
at the Reagans.

One good thing

that came out of Pop's trip

up to Arthur Avenue.

To visit his

good bad guy buddy.
Keep it up,

I'll call social services
and report elder abuse.

I know it's boring,
but these days

the bad guys
are usually

just plain
old bad guys.

You know, you have a very,
very limited view on things.

Oh, this coming
from the family philosopher.

Yeah, that's right.
Oh, I'm not making
excuses for the guy.

LINDA: Well, I don't see crime
going away anytime soon.

I mean, read the papers.

Let's hope not--
every one of us

would be out of a job.
Yeah.

Yeah, but I'd
still rather deal

with the likes
of Vintano.

At least there's
some logic

to what he did.

What's the kid facing?
Well, he gave us

the shooter, so...

Not enough time--
that's what he's facing.

ERIN:
He's not Sammy the Bull.

It's five years,
witness protection,

and an onerous
lifetime probation.

He spits on a sidewalk,
it's bye-bye, Ricky.

He got off easy.
That's one thing

that has changed.

Back in the day, you could set
one of those Mob guys on fire,

they still
wouldn't talk.

Ever try that, Grandpa?

Danny...
I'm joking.

I'm joking!

It was the good old days.

Yeah, like, nowadays,
these so-called Mobsters

are all singing

like, uh, what's her name?

Lady Goo-Gah.

(all laughing)

Grandpa also picked up
some good-looking cannoli.

LINDA:
Leave the gun.

Keep the cannoli.

No, leave the gun,
take the cannoli.

(all laughing)

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