All language subtitles for Blue Bloods - S1E07 - Brothers.en

(Latin pop music playing)

*

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?

Uh...

He's in back!

(grunts)
(shouting)

*

(people gasping)
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.

(groans)

Got to keep
your eyes open, homes.

This is a busy
intersection, huh?

(groans)
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 groans)

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.

LINKNER:
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.

Hey.

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.

Uh-huh.

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.

Captioning sponsored by
CBS

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.

(chuckles) 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 yo understand...
that I would never testify

against my brother?

(siren chirping)
RENZULLI: 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.

(brief chuckle)

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 Westside
baby-kisser ever will.

When you were in the bag,
you were already

more politician than cop,
Charley.

(sighs)
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.

(sighs)

ERIN:
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?

ANNOUNCER (on TV):
He shoots. He scores!

Oh!

What a shot. What a pass.

(laughing)

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?

DANNY:
Mm-hmm.

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.

DANNY:
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?

Hmm?

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?

*

LINKNER:
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.

(rustling)

I didn't hear
you come in.

What can I say, bro?

Sneaking up on folks
is in my bones, right?

(sighs)

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

Yeah.

What's the
matter, bro?

You can't talk
at school?

PABLO:
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...

(sighs)

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.

(chuckles)

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?

(laughing)

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.

(laughs)

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.

(whispers):
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.

(song plays in Spanish
over speakers)

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.

(police siren chirps nearby)

You gonna pay
for that?

(knocking on door)

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.

(door opens, closes)

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.

(phone ringing)

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.

DANNY:
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.

AVA:
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.

DANNY:
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.

DANNY:
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.

AVA:
Yeah. It's on his waist band.

Chrome .45.

Grumpy's most
prized possession.

(indistinct shouting)

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.

JAMIE:
Hey, Syd,
are we still on for dinner?

SYDNEY (over phone):
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.

(Sydney laughs)

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

Love you.

Me, too. Bye.

(rock music plays)

(music changes to woman
singing ballad)

(music changes to man singing
rock song)

JOE:
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.

DANNY:
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.

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

sits at our table.

DANNY:
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,

andhe's willing to come in
and play with our team

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

Good-bye.

(sighs)

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.

(clears throat)

Hi, Grandpa.

Hey.

What's that smell?

Trial run for
Sunday dinner.

It's duck.

Burnt duck.

I like it crispy.

(clears throat)

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

He said he had
an important call to make.

(sighs)

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?

Hmm.
(groans)

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.

(phone rings)

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.

(sighs)

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...

(sighs)

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.

(beeping)

Did he buy it?
Let's see.

My lawyer...

hooked me up.

We'll send a little more.

Teacher...

protective custody...

(beeping)
Uh.

Make the call
on the go.

We're on.

Let's shut this snitch up
for good!

Let's do this.

(thud)

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

Showtime.

Hit 'em.

OFFICER:
Police! Drop your weapons!

Down on the ground! Now!

Hands in the air!

(in distance):
Entrance clear!

(panting):
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.
LINDA:
Here we go.

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

SYDNEY:
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.

(loud sigh)

I'll go talk to him.

I'll talk to him.

(sighs)

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?

(chuckles)
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.

ROSSELLINI:
The Webster Avenue Community
Learning Center!

(people cheering)

Let's hear it! Come on!

Esteban!

Huh?

(cheering)

NEWSMAN:
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?

ESTEBAN:
At the Webster Avenue
Learning Center.

ERIN:
You are the founder

of the Webster Avenue Learning
Center, is that correct?

ESTEBAN:
That is correct.

ERIN:
Did there come a time

when the center was
in such dire financial shape

that you turned
to someone for help?

ESTEBAN:
Yes, that is true.
Who was that person?

ESTEBAN:
It was Pablo Torres,

my brother.

ERIN:
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 brother,

and between us, that came first.

Anyone who has a brother,

I don't have to explain.

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