All language subtitles for Blue Bloods - S1E06 - Smack Attack.en

* We're gonna stay up,
ain't gonna lay low *

* We're gonna dance all night
because we say so *

* 'Cause there's so many
fine women *

* That my head is spinning
and I've lost all feeling *

* Everybody's singing like

* Hey, na-na-na,
hey, hey, na-na-na-na *

* Hey, na-na-na, hey, hey,
na-na-na-na *

Sweet party.

Hey.

* 'Cause there's
so many fine woman... *

Uh, last room on the left.

My dad's not home till Friday.

* Hey, na-na-na

* Hey, hey, na-na-na-na

* Hey, na-na-na, hey, hey,
na-na-na-na... *

Can you believe he brought her?

Seriously? So rude.

Whatever.
They deserve each other.

This was a bad idea.

Come on.
Caitlin invited me.

She knows we're
together.

Girl loves drama.

I say let's give it to her.

Ugh. Piece of trash!

Which one?

Yeah, right?

I feel so close
to you, Billy.

I know how we can
feel even closer.

What's that?

BILLY:
M-CAT.

It's new.

I want to do
it together.

You'll feel so awesome,
I swear.

I don't know, Billy.

There nothing
to be afraid of.

It's not addictive.

If she won't do it, I will.

See?

Even the captain of the lacrosse
team wants to have some.

* That my head is spinning,
and I'm seeing double vision *

* Everybody's singing
like, hey... *

WOMAN:
Murderers walking the streets,
drunk drivers,

and I get hassled
for talking on my cell.

You know this is going to put
me out of a 3.5 mill showing.

Oh, what,
I can't talk now?

In case you haven't noticed,
the car's not moving.

Just looking out
for your safety, ma'am.

Oh, don't give me
that righteous BS.

This is about power and money.

You've got the power,
so you're taking my money.

I know, do you
believe this?

I should get his badge number.

Have a nice night, ma'am.

Screw you.

Okay.

Another satisfied
customer, huh?

I hate this part of the job.

She's not half wrong,
you know.

CO wants an increase
in activity.

How much activity
are we talking?

Unwritten rule: one cell phone,
three seat belts,

11 miscellaneous
per set of tours.

I didn't sign up to
be a tax collector.

Oh, yeah?

You should've stuck
with that cushy law job.

Least you'd get six figures
to piss people off.

Yeah.

DISPATCHER:
Central to 13-Charlie.

Respond to a 10-50
at 1345 West End Avenue.

Loud and boisterous complaint.

Come on, kid.
Let's go make some more friends.

JAMIE:
All right.

HENRY:
Ooh. Ooh, la, la.

There's my date.

Wow.

Looking good, Dad.

HENRY:
Nobody's gonna be
looking at him.

Hey, Pancake, what say we
break out the Scrabble board?

Double or nothing.

Maybe later.

I've got homework.

What's with the dark cloud?

She thinks she's too old
to be baby-sat.

You know, when you were 14,
you were doing the baby-sitting.

Maybe you need
to loosen the reins a little.

This coming from the man
who sent a patrol car

to follow me around
on prom night.

I never sent a patrol car.

I wouldn't do that to you.
It was unmarked.

Because we checked
the driving record of your date.

Big night tonight.

Shall we?

Hmm.
Thanks for
this, Gramps.

Bye, Nicky.
I love you.

Bye, Nicky.

(loud dance music playing)

(music playing,
people chattering)

Nice moves, Sergeant.

(chuckles)

Hey.

We got a complaint
of some loud noise here.

Party on a school night?
What's the occasion?

We're just working
on a class project.

I'll turn the music down.

This class project involve
underage drinking?

No.

Are your
parents home?

My dad just ran to the store.

GIRL:
Guys, come on!

Wake up! My God!

GIRL:
What's wrong with them?

RENZULLI:
Back up! Everybody!

JAMIE:
What's going on?

Hey, back up! Back up!
Hey, kill the music!

Hey, hey, buddy.
Hey.

Anybody know what they took?

Sergeant, I got four minors
in need of urgent medical care,

1345 West End Avenue.

Nobody leaves!

Hey, buddy, hey, hey,
come on, wake up.

Hey, come on,
wake up, wake up.

Come on, come on, come on.
Hey, ma'am?

These three look dead.

I think this one
has a chance, Sarge.

RENZULLI:
Anybody know CPR? Huh?

Just watch me.
Like this.

Like this, kid.
Come on, help me out.

Six, seven, eight,
nine, ten, 11...

One, two, three, four, five,
six, seven, eight, nine...

...16, 17, 18...

Captioning sponsored by
CBS

FRANK
You'll do fine.

ERIN: I just hope I don't get
emotional during my speech.

You won't.

Are you okay?

Oh, I'll be fine.

Hi, J.T.

Ms. Boyle.

How about I go inside?

Save me a dance.

What do we got?

Apparent drug overdose--

four St. Angelus
students at a party.

Three boys age 17,
and a 16-year-old girl.

The, uh, boys were
DOA at the scene.

Girl was resuscitated and
transferred to Columbia Prez.

What kind of poison
are we talking about?

We don't know, sir.
It's a new one to us.

Some kind of designer
drug called M-CAT.

Do we know the source?

Well, we're chasing
it down now, boss.

Setting up operations
in suspected buy areas.

Conducting full
enforcement sweeps.

Debriefing the partygoers
and the survivor.

How's she doing?

Stabilized.

She has a Reagan to thank.

Jamison.

First on scene,
saved her life.

What else?

That's it.

There's something else.

No. It's just that
you're with your family.

You're entitled to a life.

You did right, J.T.

Press will be all over this.

Keep me updated.

You got it, boss.

(monitor beeping rhythmically)

(woman speaks indistinctly
over P.A.)

Hey, Alyson. How you feeling?

Who are you?

I'm Jamie,

the police officer
who brought you here.

Police officer?

Yeah. I just wanted
to see how you were.

My head's fuzzy.

Side effect
of the Narcan,

I think. Uh...

It's what they gave you

to counteract the drugs
in your system.

What drugs?

You don't remember?

Where's Billy?

Did Billy get sick, too?

Maybe I better get a doctor.

Where is he?
Is he okay?

Why won't you tell me
where he is?

I'm sorry.

Oh, my God.

No.

(Alyson crying)

What's going on?

She was asking what
happened to her boyfriend.

I don't know
what to tell her.

So you told her?

I didn't know
what to say.

Wait outside.

Alyson, hi.

I'm Detective Curatola.

This is Detective Reagan.

Honey, I know
you're really upset.

I need to ask you
a few questions, though.

This isn't real.

Look, Alyson, we need to ask you
some questions about the party.

We got to figure out
how this happened.

Do you recognize this?

Oh.

Billy said
it was a new kind of drug.

It was supposed
to make you feel good.

Do you know where
Billy got the stuff from?

I don't know anything
about any of this.

I don't do drugs.

It was just this once.

You're a lucky young lady.

What happened to the other guys
that Billy gave it to?

They didn't make it.

Oh.

(crying):
No.

DANNY:
Alyson, listen.

It is very important
that we figure out

where this stuff came from

so we can stop other people
from dying.

Do you understand?

Hey, look,
can you tell us anything?

Did you hear any names?

Did anyone say anything to you?

No, nobody said anything to me.

They don't talk to me.

Caitlin and the others...

Billy's friends, not mine.

Look, your mom's on her way.

You're gonna be
all right.

(sighs)

(Jackie sighs)

Nice work, kid.

Our only witness,
you got to

turn on the
waterworks?
I'm sorry, Danny.

(sighs)

It's fine.

She would have found out
eventually anyway.

Sometimes you're damned if you
do, you're damned if you don't.

I heard about
what you did.

Saving her life.
Good job, kid.

What happened,
they just OD'd?

We don't know yet.

We have to wait
on the tox screens

back from the deceased and the
residue on the baggies, so...

Freaking designer drugs
on the street nowadays.

It's a wonder
these kids even know

what they're putting
up their noses.

We have to lean hard on
every kid at that party

to find the dealer.

Let's start with the one
who threw the party.

(phone ringing)

In the city alone.

Mom, we're not alone.

There's six of us.

I told you, Congee Village
for Chinese and then the movie.

You can't see this
movie in Park Slope?

It's at the Film Forum.

It's a classic.

We'll take the F train
straight home.

I bet Dad would let me.

(sighs)

Okay, this is me
loosening my reins.

You can go, but

you better come
back in one piece,

or I swear, I will
kill you myself.

Also, the Dad bit--

that will never
help your cause.

Do you understand?

Fine. And I promise,

I'll text you
every step of the way.

(phone ringing)
Okay.

Oh, my God.

What is it?

Three seniors from St. Angelus
OD'd on drugs last night.

I know kids that go there.

My daughter does
not do drugs.

Well, we know
she didn't take those drugs

because she's not dead.

Now, Caitlin, can you tell us
who Billy Romero

bought
the drugs from?
No, she can't.

How about you let her
answer the question,

sir?

No, I can't.

How do you think
this makes me feel?

Three people died
in my apartment.

I have to live with that.

Can't you see you're upsetting
her? This is not her fault.

Look, if you want to play
the blame game,

I'd hold you responsible.

I trust Caitlin.

This started out
as an innocent get-together.

It was those kid who took
advantage of her.

Kids. Okay?

That's the operative word
in the sentence-- kids.

There's a reason that
the legal age of majority is 18.

Now you're an adult.
Act like it.

Let her help us
with the investigation.

I've done nothing illegal.

A 16-year-old can be left alone
in a secure building.

Now are we done here?
JACKIE:
No, we're not done here.

Caitlin, I'm going to ask
you one more time.

Where did Billy

get that drug?
I said I don't know.

Caitlin, when your dad said
that you're 16

and you can be home alone now
because you're a big girl,

well, that also means that
we can charge you as an adult

and we can arrest
you right now.
What?

Are you trying to scare her?

No. Nothing like that.

But when we cuff her and bring
her down to central booking...

This is outrageous.
No, actually
it's the law, sir, okay?

Everybody at that party
could be charged

for possession
of an illegal substance.

So just be glad you
were away on business,

or I'd arrest you.
Now sit your ass down.

Caitlin, you still say
you don't know anything?

Who sold Billy
that drug?

Someone at school.

Who? I need a name.

I don't know who.

I think they buy it at school,
but I'm telling you the truth.

I don't do drugs.

That's good for now.

Oh, boy,
(metallic clang)

I'm having
flashbacks already.

I'm surprised I didn't
lose any nerve endings

the amount of time
Father Peter

whacked me across the knuckles
with a ruler.

Hm, well, you're looking
at the recipient

of the Christian
Leadership Award,

four years running.
Yeah?

Wow, I wouldn't have pegged
you for a Goody Two-shoes.

Well, until I discovered

boys that is.

And then I was hiking
up my uniform skirt.

Sister Beatrice
caught me one day

and she said
the shorter the skirt,

the longer the confession.

Great. Now I get to imagine you
in that plaid uniform all day.

Don't listen to him, ladies.

I know what you people
face out there

in the city,
but this is St. Angelus.

None of our students
are dealing hard drugs.

Do you have any idea
who this person is?

That's what we're here
to find out.

That's not to say that some
incidents of marijuana

and alcohol use don't occur,
Okay.

but Vice Principal Hoffman
here is trained

and she knows the signs.

I test if I see fit.

And get those few proper help.

DANNY:
Great. Well, we're still
going to need to see

your surveillance
videos, Father.

We don't have any.

It's not in our budget.

And the Lord handles
surveillance

here at St. Angelus.

The...

You got me on that one, Father.

JACKIE:
Father Leo,

look, we'd love to talk
to the students,

but we can't do it without
the parents' permission.

And you have 450
students here,

so we simply
don't have the time.

But the school lockers here
are on school property.

So we'd like
to take a look at them,

with your permission,
of course.

You want to search
everyone's locker?

Pretty much.

That's such an invasion
of privacy.

Well, three kids are dead,
Father.

I mean, if you want

to cause an epidemic...

Of course not.

But I don't have the authority

to sanction the opening
of lockers.

Father...
There are
rules here.

I need to go through
proper channels.

Talk to my superior.

Okay. Well, you talk
to your higher power

and I'll talk to mine.

(organ playing)

It's a long way
from St. Brendan's.

For both of us.

Well, this isn't
a social visit,

is it, Francis?

The police need access

to St. Angelus High School,
Your Excellency.

Please understand, Commissioner,

giving permission to open those
lockers has ramifications.

Are they more important than
seeing that more kids don't die?

Our parents are protective
of their children.

If we open the lockers

and treat everyone
as a suspect,

there will be outrage
and rightly so.

You are criminal by association.

By the mere fact

that you attended school
at St. Angelus.

We need to find out
who is manufacturing this drug

and seize it.

We need to find out
who else has it.

If we open the lockers,
how many parents

will pull their kids
from St. Angelus?

And then there will be
one less Catholic high school.

I don't want to have to get
a court order.

It will get out.
And once again

the church will appear
to be uncooperative.

With respect, you can't afford
to be seen

to be sweeping another problem
under the rug.

I'll call Father Leo.

Thank you, Father.

God bless you, Francis.

Thank you.

I need all the help I can get.

(dog barks)
DANNY:
What do you got?

Locker 300,
another 20 sack of weed.

That would be
Tom Ryder.

He's in English
classroom 5-C.
(barking)

(barking)
DANNY:
Looks like we
found something.

Okay, okay.

Let's see what
you got here, boy.

(dog whines)
What do we got here?

(dog barks)
Where? In here?

Good boy. Good boy.

All right, all right, all right.

All right.

What do we got here?

(Velcro opening)
Oh, false bottom.

Ooh, good boy.

What do you think,
Father? Nice?

Locker 291--
who's that?

Wayne Foster.

Algebra, room 7-A.

We're looking
for Wayne Foster.

Whoa! Whoa,
whoa, whoa!

Stop! Hey!

Didn't anyone ever teach you

that flight's
an admission of guilt?

(Wayne moans)

Glad you can
still feel something.
(phone ringing)

Three other people are dead.

Yeah, okay.
Make that five.

(handcuffs clicking)
Got two more OD's.

DOA at Astoria General.

Imagine that.

Wayne, you're looking
at three counts

of criminally
negligent homicide.

Not to mention the countless
drug charges you're facing.

You understand what
that means, kid?

Yeah. A lot of prison time
for you.

Now the only way I can help you

is if you help me get
this poison off the streets.

I need the name
of your supplier

and the names of any kids
you sold the M-CAT to.

Wayne, give me a name.

I didn't sell to Billy.

Not this time at least.

Okay, who did?

I don't know.

(sighs)

Okay, then who sold it to you?

I don't know his name.

I never met him.
Wayne, where did
you get the stuff?!

Through Turbolist.

Anyone can.

You bought it on the Internet?

Okay. Come show me how.

"Adventures of Radar Mouse,
number seven.

Timely Comics, 1949.
Best offer."

What does that mean?

Well, it's bogus.

Timely Comics only published
through number four,

and that was in 1946.

Who knew?

The numbers are the code.
Uh-huh.

49 minus 46.

So 300 divided by four,

which means he has 75 bags
available at 17 a pop.

Okay, okay, listen, the math--
you're killing me, kid.

Make an order, all right?

How about

$500?

JACKIE:
And how long

does something like this
usually take

before he gets back to you?
Oh.

Oh, okay, that answers
that question.

"Sending parcel post at Chelsea
COD four dollars."

Parcel post means the mail slot
in Chelsea.

Four dollars means it will be
waiting for me by 4:00 p.m.

Yeah, except it will
be waiting for us.

Good work, kid.

You get high in your
crazy high school days?

What kind of question
is that?

An honest one.

Yeah, in college.

Dated this bassist.

He was in a grunge band.

He was hot.

And he liked to smoke pot, so...

So he's hot, so you just
did it, too, huh?

We always pushed boundaries
back then.

The kids today--

the boundaries they're pushing
though,

so much more dangerous.

Wayne Foster.

What a coincidence.

He's a friend of ours.

I just messenger.

What's in the envelope?

I just messenger,
senorita.

Just messenger, yeah.

We get it-- don't kill
the messenger, right?

Okay, tell you what--

tell us where
this came from,

we won't kill you.

Yeah? Eh!

The bike shop.

The bike
store, huh?

(tires squealing)

Stop! Stop!

David Carvell,
you're under arrest.

Come here and cuff this mutt.

(British accent):
What for?

I import quality bicycles.

Yeah? Well, you should
have used one.

You might have got away.

You all right?

Oh, Reagan,
check this out.

This guy, Carvell,

has got a major drug
lab in the back.

A lot of high-end bicycles.

Hey, keep him down here.

Back here.

Oh, look what we have here.

Mmm. Look at that.

Guess the cat's out
of the bag, huh?

Mm-hmm.
You gonna bag that?

I'm gonna put the cat
back in the bag.

All right.
Okay.

Five dead kids.

You know, scumbags like you,
you really make my blood boil.

What'd you lace it with--
arsenic, strychnine?

You have your facts
wrong, Detective.

My brand is pure.

Huh.
Looks like pure poison to me.

I'm a businessman.

Consistency brings
repeat customers.

My brand is popular
because it's reliable.

Mm. Okay.

Test it, you'll see.

Oh, we're gonna test it,
believe me.

Now get him outta my face.

HOGAN:
Looking at a spike
in gadget thefts on the subway

since that new PDA
came out,

but we're on it, boss.

Tomorrow's press conference
has been pushed to 1300 hours,

and then there's the
renaming dedication

at the Police Athletic
League boxing gym.

I imagine you're wanting to
wear the uniform for that.

What about M-CAT?

We're waiting for lab
results to come back.

Well...

they have.

Hey.

Hey, there he is.

What's going on?

Oh, you know.

Ronnie, two pints.

RONNIE:
You got it, Danny.

Sydney's got dinner
waiting, so I, uh...

Hey, it's one beer with
your brother, all right?

The old man always said to
celebrate your victories.

You saved a girl's life.

Feel good about it.

You got a major
drug dealer off the street.

To the good guys.
Hey!

Hey, Jackie.

Hello, hello.

You remember Jamie?

Yes, of course.
Hey.
Hey.

Okay, so... I have
bad news and worse news.

Give me the less bad news.

All right--
the OD's in Queens-- meth heads.

There's no connection.

What a world when
that's a relief.

Exactly.

Uh, and the tox screen
came back on our dead boys.

It was a lethal dose
of potassium chloride.

I'm not really a science geek.

It's a common chemical
used in fertilizers

and-and water softeners.

It's not used
in recreational drugs.

They also use it in death row
inmates, for lethal injections.

My three months
on the Innocents Project.

Mm.

Well, the M.E. said that
a high enough concentration

of potassium chloride,

mixed with
the sedative effect of heroin,

can stop a heart like that.

That Carvell's a real
son of a bitch, huh?

Yeah, and that's the worse news:
It's not Carvell.

The lab tested the M-CAT
that came from Carvell's shop

and tested the M-CAT
from Wayne Foster's sample--

it was heroin,
Mephedrone and baby laxative.

Neither one
had potassium chloride.

Great.
Carvell told the truth.

All right,
so we got one packet of M-CAT

with potassium chloride.

Carvell didn't
put it in there-- who did?

The only thing
I'm thinking is that maybe

Billy wanted a bigger high,
and put it in there.

Maybe somebody else did,
looking to kill.

If that's true, we've been
coming at this all wrong.

(phone rings)

Reagan.

If they did,
then who was the target?

Was it Billy Romano, Alyson,

you know, one of the friends,
all four of 'em?

The only person we can
ask, at this point,
is Alyson Duvitz.

I'm gonna go ask
Alyson now,

'cause she just got run
down on Riverside Drive,

going out for a jog.

Ronnie! Put it on my tab.

You buy next time, kid.

Yeah.

(siren whoops, then stops)

(indistinct radio transmission)

DANNY:
How's she doing?

She's one lucky girl.

She turned and saw it
just in time.

Car clipped her,
took off.

Alyson, Detective Reagan.

My partner,
Detective Curatola.

We met you at the hospital.
You remember?
Mm.

Can you tell me what happened?

I don't know.

I was running,
trying to clear my head,

get everything
out of my system...

Something made me turn back,

and there was a car
coming straight at me.

Did you see the driver?

The headlights were in my eyes.

How about the car?

Could you make out
the model or make?

It was medium-sized...

uh, dark color.

It wasn't an SUV
or anything.

New York license plate?

It all happened so fast.

I think I did see a bumper
sticker for my school, though.

I don't know,
I could be imagining it.

Okay.

Look, Alyson, we think
that somebody may have

deliberately poisoned
Billy and his friends,

and you, too.

And from what
you're telling us now,

looks like they tried
to hurt you again.

Oh, my God,
this can't be happening.

Look, is there anyone
you can think of

who may have wanted
to do something like this,

to Billy, to you...

Caitlin hates me,
I know that.

Because of Billy?

She said that
she broke up with him,

and he said it was
the other way around...

You said she hates you.

Yeah, well,
I'm all over her hate book.

Hate book?
Is that what it sounds like?

Some of the girls have them.

They're like journals
of everyone they hate.

I saw it once,
in chem class.

There's some really mean stuff.

About Billy, too.

And Caitlin
took chemistry as well?

Her, me and Billy were
in the same class.

It's hard to believe

that Caitlin Breyer
is capable of murder.

She can be difficult,
moody, but...

DANNY:
Look at this.

Look at this.

What's that?

I just found some
mysterious white powder

in Caitlin's lab station.

It's not in
anyone else's.

You know what it is?

No.

You know, they can
do that at the lab.

Yeah, I know.

I couldn't help myself.

DANNY: Oh!
Ooh!

Ooh.

Potassium chloride.

How do you know that?

Potassium turns violet
when over heat.

DANNY:
Looks like somebody's Catholic
school education paid off.

By they way-- hate book.

Mm!

Found it in
Caitlin's locker.

Wait'll you get
a load of this:

"I wish that bitch was dead.

"Her and Billy both.

"I'd like to set them
both on fire

and watch them burn
and beg me for water."

Lovely.

MAN:
Teenage girls love to vent.

It's second nature to them.

Like breathing.

That doesn't mean
she'd actually kill someone.

Right.

So she didn't mean any of this
stuff in this book, huh?

Read this yet, Dad?

Good stuff.

Well, I loved Billy.

I would never
really kill him.

Okay, what about with Alyson?

She had Billy
and you wanted him.

No, I didn't want Billy anymore.

I dumped him, okay?

That's not what we heard.

Well, all Billy ever wanted
to do was have sex and get high,

and it got worse...
You two had sex?

Tom...

Well, he kept wanting me
to do this drug with him.

He said it would
bring us closer.

And, I mean, I'm sorry,
but if you're dating me,

you don't need chemicals.

Mm!
Course not.

And then I find out that he was
sneaking behind my back.

With Alyson.

No, this is before Alyson.

And he even admitted to it,

but he wouldn't tell me
who it was.

And I didn't care
anymore, anyway.

Oh, so he had a secret lover.

Okay.

Let's talk a little bit more
about Alyson's accident, okay?

Okay.

You already asked me.

I said I didn't do it.

All right, so, where were you

between 6:00 and 7:00
last night?

Caitlin has Pilates
on Friday night.

Dad! Dad... with the questions.

Let the girl answer.

Well...

actually, I didn't go.

I went shopping in SoHo.

You lied about that, too?

Can you verify that?

Can anyone verify that?

Do you have any receipts from
your little shopping trip?

No, but...
I tweeted the whole time.

You can ask
Sara and Rachel.

They'll tell you everywhere
I went.

Or if you have an account,
you could go back and...

follow me yourself.

You can follow her
on Twitter.

She told you
to follow her on Twitter.

Look, we got the hate book,
we got motive,
Yeah. Yeah.

her alibi from last night
is very thin...

All right, we'll check
out her alibi.

We'll squeeze her friends.

If her story doesn't pan out,
then we nail her. Come on.

That's why I don't have kids.

LINDA: This is a nice piece?
FRANK: Thank you.
No, that's good.

You know, they say you can
get hooked on heroin
after one try.

How do you protect
your kids from that?
Shackles.

Mm.
You think she's kidding.

We learned about drugs
in school, Mom.
Good.

Tell 'em what
your grandpa did, Danny.

Oh, you knew about that, huh?
I'm your father.

I did my own version
of "Scared Straight,"

with your dad
and your Uncle Joe.

I took 'em down
to the Tombs and locked 'em in.

What's the Tombs?

Jail.
DANNY:
It's a jail.

And it was full of
drunk guys who were passed out

and puking all over the place,

and me and Joe-- what was Joe,
about eight back then--

were scared out of our minds.

I told them...

that's where people go
when they do drugs.

And you guys
had all the fun.

Yeah, Dad did the same thing
to me when I turned 11.
He did?

And how old are you, Jack?

Ten.

THE ADULTS:
Ooh...

(everyone laughing)

He's not going
in the Tombs.

You know, a lot of people think
drugs should be made legal.

Yeah, a lot of crazy people.

What? It is in California:

medical marijuana.
Yeah, well,
that's California.

What do you expect?

Well, it's not legal here.

And for good reason.

Drugs make
your teeth fall out.

NICKY: I'm just saying
there's no scientific proof

that some drugs are more
harmful than, say, alcohol.

Well, there's an argument
to be made for legalization.

There's a stupid argument
for legalization.

You just watched
three kids die.

And you, you know kids
who knew these kids.

If drugs
were regulated like alcohol,

and standards were
quality-controlled,

deciding who can sell it,
and to whom.

And to whom?

Shut up, Danny.

You think there's gonna be
less junkies on the street

if heroin suddenly
becomes legal?

Where do you get
these theories?

You sit around
your dorm in college

smoking pot with
your buddies,

and you just come
up with this crap?

Look, at least users
would know what they're getting;

pushers and dealers
would be out of business;

maybe these kids
would be alive.

See?
I doubt it.

My Uncle Emmett went blind

drinking a bad batch
of bathtub gin in Prohibition.

What?
Excuse me?

True story.

Right, Prohibition gave rise
to bootleggers like Al Capone.

We should be able
to do what we want.

It's a free country.

That's a little
simplistic, honey.

No, it's not.

I'm just saying it's
a complicated issue.

You think I don't know that?

You never take me seriously.

Honey, I...
No, I just,
I won't have an opinion

from now on, okay?

Excuse me.

Oh, dear.

And that is why
I'm glad I have boys.

DANNY:
Amen.

I got this one.

Can I have her chicken?

I'm sorry, Grandpa.

Hey, you made some good points.

She treats me
like a child.

Oh, you're not mad at her

because she changed her mind

about letting you
go into town.

Nobody else
could go either,

after what happened
at that party, just...

She never talks to me.

I mean,
really talks.

Your Grandpa Henry
ever tell you his theory

about the Reilly side
of the family

being emotionally constipated?

(wry laugh)

You know, the other night,

when you were going to the gala,
she was crying

the whole way
over to your house,

and she wouldn't
tell me why.

Well, maybe she's trying to be
strong for you right now.

Knowing how upset you
are about the divorce.

Yeah.

It sucks.

You know what your mom
was doing that night?

Yeah. It was
her first night

as the president
of the Children's Fund.

Yeah.

Did you know that
your grandma, her mom,

was president of the same
charity before she died?

Maybe your mom was
thinking about her.

Missing her.

You were thinking
about her, too.

I was.

But I was trying to be
strong for your mom.

Just like you
need your mom,

your mom needs you.

To look out for her,
to understand her,

and love her.

Life isn't fair.

But you can be.

DANNY:
Morning.

Oh, come here.
Check this out.

This Twitter thing.

It not only records
the times of your tweets

but it tracks your location
with a GPS.

Look at this.

I had our tech guys
put her coordinates

into our mapping system.

DANNY:
"6:07 p.m.

OMG skirt at H&M to die for."

Okay.
Mm-hmm.

DANNY:
"6:10 p.m. Saw a girl in
fringed top. So last year."

JACKIE:
Mmm.

"6:12"-- This girl tweets
every five seconds.

I know.

"6:12 p.m.
Froyo for dinner." Okay.

Okay, so, her last tweet
was at Prince and Broadway.

And it's at the exact same
time that Alyson Duvitz

was hit with the car,
miles away.

Assuming it was Caitlin
that was sending the tweets...

Who ran down Alyson?

What about that secret lover
Caitlin was talking about?

If she even exists.

It's worth going
back to the school

one more time
and taking a look.

Well, whoever it was, they tried
to kill Alyson Duvitz twice,

so what do they say?
Third time's the charm?

Let's hope not.

Janitor said both sides
of the street are reserved

for St. Angeles personnel only.

It's worth a shot.

Parents are calling,
asking what you're doing.

Well... you can tell
the concerned parents

we're investigating
a triple homicide

at their children's school.

And also a hit-and-run
on Alyson Duvitz.

By examining cars?

Yeah. In fact, we're
looking for a dark sedan.

Would you happen
to know who may have

a St. Angelus bumper
sticker on their car?

Well, anyone. You can get them
for a dollar in the supply room.

The way things are going, I
won't be able to give them away.

Yeah, it's tough
stuff, Father.

Thank you.

You have work to do,
and I've got a school to run.

Hey! Jackie.

Look at this.

Dark sedan...

no bumper sticker
though.

Well, that's just it.

Looks like somebody removed
the bumper sticker here

and ran this car through a wash.

Yeah, like a hit-and-run
trying to cover tracks.

Yeah. Call it in.

Yeah. Curatola.

Yeah, um, check a New York
plate for me: ABZ1873.

Oh!

Looks like somebody
scrubbed this fender here,

trying to get rid of some
light green paint.

Car's registered to
Vice Principal Carol Hoffman.

DANNY:
Father. Father!

Can we ask
you a question?

What can you tell us about
Vice Principal Hoffman?

The students love her.
I get no complaints.

Despite the fact that,
as vice principal,

she's often called upon
to mete out discipline

and resolve disputes.

She ever have any disciplinary
issues with Billy Romero?

Not that I'm aware of.

Any interactions we
should know about?

Well, he can thank her for
not flunking out sophomore year.

How so?

He was failing science,
and she tutored him.

She tutored him in science?

Yeah, she was
a chemistry teacher.

Before I promoted her.

(bell ringing)

Well, thanks for, uh,

letting us take another look,
Ms. Hoffman.

We appreciate it.

I could be more help if I knew
what you were looking for.

Well, actually, uh... we're
not looking for anything.

We just wanted to ask
you a few questions.

Why don't you have a seat?

I really should be
getting back to my office.

Oh, it won't
take long.

So Father Leo
says that, uh,

you taught
chemistry here.

Mm-hmm.
Before I became vice principal.

Oh. And Billy Romero
was one of your students.

Good student?

Average.

Average.

Do you always give "A"s
out to average students?

He did some extra credit.

Extra credit. Funny.

I've never heard it called
that before.

Ms. Hoffman, you're
an intelligent woman.

I think you know what we're
getting at with these questions.

I'm going to go
get Father Leo.

No, no, no.
Sit down, please. Really.

You see, it was you

who tried to run down
Alyson Duvitz with a car,

and it was you who planted
the potassium chloride

in Caitlin's lab station,

thinking it would throw us off.

That's a lie.

What was it? Hmm?

You couldn't find somebody
your own age to have sex with,

so you picked a
17-year-old kid?

Shut your mouth.

I know, I know. You're needy.

Right? Is that your problem?

You're clingy?

He was so disgusted with himself
that he had to take drugs

just to have sex with you?

Is that it?

He loved me.

And I loved him.

He didn't love you.

Okay? The fact is that he
couldn't stand the sight of you,

and he wanted to get as far
away from you as possible.

I begged him.

I begged him not to leave me.

I told him he was making
a big mistake.

So if you couldn't have
him, then no one could?

He wouldn't even look at me!

He wouldn't talk to me.

Right. So you decided to
give him and his girlfriend

a going-away present.

Hmm?

What, did you just get lucky,

and get the other
two kids by chance?

I didn't think he'd share it.

Right.

You... you don't know
what it's like.

To have somebody.
Just to be with somebody.

I didn't need to see him all
the time, just once in a while.

Right.

Carol Hoffman, you're
under arrest for the murder

of Billy Romero, Mekhi Allen,
Justin Kaiser,

and the attempted murder
of Alyson Duvitz.

Let's go.

Have things gotten worse?

Or am I just nostalgic for
a time that never existed?

Little bit of both, I think.

Uh. Occurs to me we both
deal with good and evil.

And human frailty.

They've got Ms. Hoffman
on suicide watch at Bellevue.

Poor creature.

I feel responsible

we let an unbalanced woman
into our school.

Heal the wounded, bind up
those who are bruised,

and reclaim the sinners.

The Franciscan motto
above my door at St. Brendan's.

Easy to say.
Harder to live by.

Yeah.

I talked to the cardinal.

He's agreed to let me
hold a press conference.

No more sweeping things
under the rug.

You may need
divine intervention.

The press will be more
interested in creating heat

than shedding light.

If you'll have me, I would like
to stand with you, Father.

Just as you've always
been there for the Reagans.

Thank you, Francis.

Thank you.

ERIN (door closing):
Hi.

It's me.

FRANK:
We're in the kitchen.

Rossellini dumped
an identity theft on my lap

as I was trying
to make my escape.

I'm sorry that
I missed... dinner.

FRANK:
You didn't miss dinner.

What is all this?

Pops and Grandpa
and I made dinner.

Eggplant parmesan,

yams, arugula salad...

HENRY:
And for dessert,

red velvet cupcakes.

Although, full disclosure:

we bought those.

All of my favorites.

It was Nicky's idea.

Thank you, sweetie.

Come on.
Before it gets cold.

Well, this all
looks delicious.

The eggplant parmesan?

Way harder than I thought
it was going to be.

Yeah, dipping
the slices in the egg

and getting all
the flour to stick?

It can be tricky.

Yeah.

To Grandma.

To Grandma.

To Mom.

To Mary.

Nicky.

Thank you, Lord, for these
blessings which we are

about to receive through
Your bountiful hands. Amen.

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