All language subtitles for Blue Bloods - S1E08 - Chinatown.en

*

I was glad to get your call,
Officer Reagan.

I assume you're ready
to get to work.

I'm out.

You need to find yourself
another guy.

Look, I understand
you have reservations.

The Templar investigation
is a high-risk assignment.

But I can offer you
the full support of the FBI.

A lot of good that did
my brother Joe.

Thanks, but no thanks.

Reagan.

I gotta say,
I'm surprised at you.

You've got a lot invested in us
finding out the truth here.

Yeah.

Your brother's death,

your father's honor.
That's exactly why

I'm turning you down.

Don't tell me you plan on
getting into this on your own.

Like you said,
it's family business.

(woman screaming, man shouting)

Huh? (shouting)

(screaming continues)

(man shouting)

JAMIE:
Police!

Police! Don't move!
Drop it!

Drop the gun!

Drop the gun!

(tires screeching)

WOMAN:
Hey!

(tires screeching)

(people murmuring)

(panting)

This is Officer Reagan,
shield number 60528.

I'm off duty and have one under

at the intersection of Market
Street and East Broadway.

The guy's been hit by a car.

He's got no pulse. Need a bus
forthwith, right now.

Okay.

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(distant sirens wail)

(low, indistinct chattering)

Oh, no, no.
I didn't expect this to happen.

He ran right out into traffic.

Now the guy's dead.
It's a total scene out here.

I think every cop
in Lower Manhattan came out.

Were you hurt?

No, I'm fine, Dad.
Listen, don't worry about me.

I just wanted to let you know,
I...

I don't want this
to jam you up in any way.

You just tell the truth.
You'll do fine, son.

Yeah.

(phone beeps)

(sighs)
I gotta go. I'm sorry.

Yeah. Okay. All right. Bye.

Jack, give me a second. Hey.
Yeah.

JAMIE:
Hey.
You okay, kid?

Yeah, I'm fine.

You give a statement
to anybody?

Yeah, I talked to, uh,
I talked to this guy.

Jack. Says he gave a statement
to this guy over here.

You know him?
Which one?

Uh, Detective Tuan.
Yeah, I do know him.

Um, it's okay.
I'll take care of it.
What happened?

Hey, you know the, uh... you
deal with the Asian Triad.

They-they kidnap illegal
immigrants and try to

squeeze money out of their
families back in China, right?
Yeah, yeah.

It's one of their many
upstanding activities.

Why? What happened?
I think that's
what I saw.

Two suspects had guns,
but when I searched the guy,

he didn't have it.
You sure they had guns?

Yeah. He had it.
He must have tossed it.

A gun's not gonna last long on
the streets of Chinatown, kid.

What else?
There was one other woman--

a Chinese woman--
she saw the whole thing.

Perp pushed her up
against the wall.

She might have had
lacerations on her forehead.

I gotta find two Asian women
in Chinatown?

Now what were you doing down
here, anyway? You're off duty.

Just walking around, blowing
off steam after my tour.

Look, Internal Affairs
is gonna be

all over you. They're gonna want
to speak to witnesses,

want to know who you were
talking to, what you were doing.

I got it. I got it. All right.
All right.
Get your story straight.

Glad you're all right.

(sighs)

FRANK:
Chief Flores, is it the policy

of Internal Affairs to call
the police commissioner

every time you open up an
investigation into the conduct

of a New York City
police officer?

This conversation shouldn't be
taking place, John.

If it ends here,
it didn't.

KELLY (whispers):
I'll be right there.

I just want to say hi
to someone.

Commissioner.

Kelly Davidson,
Channel 10 News.

Sure. You worked the
Sebastian Calso case.

That was a great job,
by the way.

And of course, the mayor took
all the credit for it, but...

How are you, Frank?

How are you?

I'm working too hard.

Hazard of both our jobs,
I think.

I miss you.

And I know I screwed things up.

MAN:
Frank Reagan!

(chuckles)

Councilman Welch.
Good to see you.

I didn't know they let
you out of Brooklyn.

Yeah, well, unlike
the Dodgers, I'll be back.

This is Kelly Davidson,
Channel 10 News.

Nice to meet you.
I've seen you on TV.

Well, excuse me.
I have to get back.

Nice talking to you,
Miss Davidson.

Are you working on
something here?

Yeah. Uh...

DOA's Grant Lee.

He's a foot soldier
in one of the Triads down here.

Any sign
of the driver?
Yeah, we're looking for

a blue Subaru Impreza WRX,
with New York plates.

I.A.'s gonna be all over
my little brother.

It would really help if we
could find the bad guy here.

Said something
about two girls?

Two Chinese women
in their early-to-mid-20s,

with shoulder-length
black hair.

That describes 30 people
just at my wedding.

Yeah. No talkers
in the crowd, huh?

No. See no evil,
hear no evil, do no evil.

I've tried three different
languages. No luck.

My brother said one of the girls
had a scratch on her forehead.

Does that girl have a
scratch on her forehead?

JACKIE:
Yes, she does.

Excuse me. Miss?

We'd like to ask you
a few questions, okay?

It's okay.
It's okay.

I just want to ask you
a few questions.

(speaks Chinese)

Come on.

This way.
It's okay.

(footsteps approaching)

How did you get the
scrape on your head?

I fell down.
Mm.

You mind if I look
at your hands?

No scrapes.

You know, most people,

when they fall down,
they put their hands

in front of them
to break their fall.

So I'm thinking
you might have

got that scrape on your
head a different way.

Maybe somebody might have
pushed you up against a wall

while they were trying
to kidnap your friend?

So our dead guy, Grant Lee,

been arrested for assault and
bribery-- typical gang stuff.

Printed out some photos
of his known associates.

You recognize these guys?

No.

I don't really believe you.

Listen, I know these
gangsters are scary,

okay, but your friend
is in danger.

And she can only
hide so long

before she's gonna
have to come out.

Now wouldn't it be better if we
found her before they do?

We don't care about
your immigration status, okay?

We just really need to know
where your friend is.

Ming-Tai not my friend.

I just met her.

JACKIE:
Ming-Tai's her name?

Can you tell us her last name?

DANNY:
Where does she live?

Gong si fong.

What is that?

I show you.

We live in same gong si fong,

and then she move.
Why?

Why did she move?

Trouble.

What kind of trouble?

Chinatown trouble.

SYDNEY: Jamie, I know you wanted
to do the right thing, but...

you were off duty.
You should have called 911.

There wasn't time.

You didn't
have any backup.

You know, it's you against
two gangsters with guns.

Syd, I didn't get hurt.
I'm okay.

Yes. And thank God
for that, but...

Just a couple weeks ago,
a cop got killed

because she walked
into the middle of a crime,

and tonight, that
could have been you.

Sydney, I'm standing right here.

With you, in the kitchen.
Safe and sound.

This time.

Yes, this time, and the
next time, and the next.

And you think
you're invincible?

Front-page headlines
in the Daily News, sir.

"Top Cop Son Chases Gangster
Into Fatal Crash."

Cover of Newsday,
the Post.

Item in the Metro
section of the Times,

with a longer piece
in their blog.

Baker, I have 36,000
police officers in my command

and eight million people
in this city to look after.

What else you got?
We've apprehended

a suspect in the Forest Hills
taxicab robberies.

Press conference on the
downtown security initiative

at 1400 hours.

But with all due respect, sir,

the press is going to ask
about this incident

involving your son.

I wouldn't minimize
its importance on your agenda.

(sighs)
I know that.

But thank you.

(sighs)

(phone ringing)

Commissioner.

Hey! I hear Jack caught
a touchdown pass yesterday.

Yeah, he did. You calling about
that, or are you looking for

information about Jamie's
missing girl?

Well, if I were

calling you as the police
commissioner, it would be

to the lead detective in a
politically sensitive case.

Whatever you say, Dad.

Guess where I am.

Surprise me.

I'm in a one-bedroom
apartment shared by 30 women

who take shifts sleeping
on mattresses on the floor.

You know, it's kind of like
Aunt Sally's at Thanksgiving,

only times ten.

It's called gong si fong,

and who would you be looking
to find there?

I'm looking to find

Jamie's kidnap vic.

It's my only lead, but there's
a hundred gong si fongs

all over Chinatown,
so it's not going too good.

Anything on the car yet?

You know what? Actually,
I may have something by now.

I'll get back to you.
(sighs)

I can't get anything
on Ming-Tai--

no last name, no idea
where she worked,

no idea where
she moved to.

Come on! The girl told me
she lived here for over a year.

Somebody's got
to know something.

Most of these women are
fresh off the boat, all right?

They're afraid of cops.

But they trust the gangsters
who brought them over here?

No. They fear them
even more.

Great.

These 500 new MTA cameras
will give us another tool

in protecting our five million
daily transit riders.

Questions?
Commissioner!

How can the city
afford this,

when we're already
laying off transit workers?

We can't afford not to.

KELLY:
Commissioner. We hear that
no one has come forward

to corroborate
your son's account

of the attempted abduction
in Chinatown.

That's not a question,
Miss Davidson.
Well, is this case

getting special consideration
because your son is involved?

No. Next question.

(clamoring)

Time is 1415 hours.

I am Lieutenant Alex Bello
of Internal Affairs,

present with Probationary
Officer Jamison Reagan,

and PBA Attorney
Kenneth Weber.

Officer Reagan,
did you know the deceased?

No.

Did you ever talk to him
before last night?
No. Never.

So what made you stop
and talk to him?

I didn't talk to him.

I saw him and another man
assaulting two women.

Both men had guns.

They were attempting
to kidnap one of the women.

I identified myself
and told them not to move.

You were off duty.

Why didn't you
just call 911?

I think any officer
worth their salt would've...

done what I did
in that situation.

Hmm. Sure sounds good.

But the thing is,

we can't find
a single witness

to corroborate
your side of the story.

Alley where the crime
took place was deserted.

That's why they picked it.

What were you doing
in that neighborhood

that time of night,
Officer Reagan?

My apartment's not far...
from that location.

I was out taking a walk.

Having dinner with someone?

No.

Meeting a friend?

No.
Really?

'Cause we have witnesses
that say they saw you earlier

talking with a woman
with red hair.

You care to tell me
who that is?

You kidding?
Does it look like I'm kidding?

WEBER:
I want to remind you,
Lieutenant,

that Officer Reagan only
has to answer questions

specifically directed
to his official duties.

JAMIE:
No, it's okay.
I just find it ironic

that you can't find someone
to identify the vic,

but you can find someone
to say that they saw me

talking to a woman
with red hair.

Redheads stick out
in that neighborhood.

She was a tourist.

She was looking to buy some
designer knockoff stuff.

I pointed her
toward Canal Street.

I'm gonna need her name
and her contact information.

I don't have it.

Like I said, she's a tourist
I met for two seconds.

WEBER:
If you don't have
any more questions,

Officer Reagan needs
to get back to his command.

(recorder beeps)
Officer Reagan, you should
know the commissioner

has directed us to be
extra rigorous

in our investigation.

We're gonna leave
no stone unturned.

I expect nothing less.

Okay, I just got these pictures
off a red light camera

on the corner of Houston
and Avenue C at 2045 last night.

It's a Subaru Impreza WRX.
It's the same car

that your
brother described.

Different neighborhood.
It's close, though.

Timeline works. You get a shot
of the license plate?
Mm-hmm.

Nancy-Union-Queen-1-7-2-4.

Great. You run this?
Yeah, I ran it.
Where do you think

I was, ordering pizza?

It's, uh, Nelson Chiu.
Last known address

was 447 Mott Street.

Let's take a ride.

Hey, Jamie. It's Danny.
Look, you got time

to meet us over in Chinatown?

All right. Great.
We'll see you there.

*

WOMEN:
Whoo!

Nelson Chiu.
Detective Reagan.

This is my partner,
Detective Curatola.

We need to speak
to you outside.

I'm eating.
No.

Actually, you're smoking.

Can't do that in a restaurant,
my friend.

Put the bottle down.

(clatter)

(speaks Cantonese)

Hey! That better mean
"Try the fried rice,"

or you're coming, too.
Now sit down.

Come on,
hands up against the car.

Give him a toss.

Yeah, let's go.
(grunts)

Hey, lady, I get
a lap dance after this?

Yeah, here's
your lap dance.
(cries out)

(groans)

He's clean.
Hey!

Is that him?

Yeah. He was the driver.

DANNY:
You sure he had
a gun on him?

Positive.
All right. Good.

All right. Can we get back
to work now, Detective?

Yeah. Go write
some tickets.
All right.

Cuff him.

What?
You're under
arrest.

For what?
For what?

For making me ruin
a perfectly good lobster.

(scoffs)

Let's go.

CHIU:
Ming-Tai?

I don't know no Ming-Tai.
Where's my lawyer?
DANNY: He called.

He's stuck in traffic.
His office
is six blocks from here.

Yeah. Makes it all the more
stupid that he chose to drive.

Why were you trying
to kidnap Ming-Tai?

No speaky Engrish.

What did you say?

I said, "No speaky Engrish."

Well, I see you can
"writy Engrish."

I found your Web site.

Asian Comfort Escort Services.

$250 an hour,
with a two-hour minimum.

Outcalls only.
This is classy stuff.

That's a legitimate
site, man.

Those are escorts,
not hookers.

Mm. Is Ming-Tai
one of your escorts?

What did she do,
steal money from you?

You know what
you gotta do?

You gotta get yourself a
dog, and name it Ming-Tai,

so that every time
you say "Ming-Tai,"

someone actually knows
what you're talking about,

'cause I don't.

Now go get my lawyer.
You think you're tough,

wise guy?

'Cause personally,
I think you're scum. In fact,

I think you're lower
than the sticky stuff
(knock on door)

on the bottom of my shoe. Yes?

Uh, somebody to see you.

Who?
Someone who knows

you cried at E.T.

You giving away all my

childhood secrets
to my partner?

What brings you here?

You gotta cut
Nelson Chiu loose.
I don't have to

cut anybody loose.
Look, I want to help Jamie
as much as you do,

but you brought a guy in on a
gun charge without a gun.
Hey, Jamie gave a

positive I.D., and he said
the guy had a gun.

And in Jamie's own admission,
it was dark. He could have been

waving around a water pistol
to intimidate that victim.

A cop says a guy has a gun,
then the guy has a gun.

I talked to my boss. We are not
prosecuting this case.

Your boss. Your boss
is covering his own ass.

Now, this guy's gonna
walk on bail tomorrow.

You gotta give me something.

Misdemeanor assault.

It's the best I can do.

Great.

Didn't mean to wake you, Pop.

Nah, you didn't.

I couldn't sleep.

I just keep thinking about
this cop in Narcotics

who almost got
himself in a jam

back in the day when
I was commissioner.

Somebody dropped
a dime on him,

and kept saying that
he was skimming money

from his drug collars.

So the chief of I.A.

calls me up to tell me about it.

Says I might like to
talk to the cop, and
give him a heads-up.

I told him not only was I not
going to talk

to the cop in question,

but I wanted the I.A.

to put their best
investigator on the case.

So then they set up a couple
of decoy busts on you, and...

you came up smelling
like roses, Francis.

You never told me.

I had to sit back
and watch you be investigated.

It pained me.

Every instinct a father has

is to step in
and protect his kid.

Is that ham?

'Cause I could eat.

Mmm.

NICKY:
How come you didn't
become a cop?

Well, your uncles always wanted
to be policemen.

They were always playing
detective around the house.

And I... I never felt the call.

But you did to be a lawyer.
Yeah.

Yeah, to serve the law
in a different way.

Which means that sometimes,
I'm not on the side of the cops.

Cops aren't perfect.

You mean, like the time

Uncle Danny stuck a man's head
in a toilet?
Yeah.

Your Uncle Danny
is a really good cop,

but sometimes, he
gets carried away.

Which, at your age,
came in very handy,

at times.

What do you mean?
Meaning,

your Uncle Danny
would always protect me.

If I was ever in trouble,

he would suddenly
come out of the woodwork.

He was like
my personal bodyguard.
(phone rings)

Like what kind of trouble?

No. You're not going
to get that out of me.

Hold on.

Hi. We were just
talking about you.

Yeah? Well, I hope you're saying
I should have listened

to my brother Danny, and kept
Nelson Chiu locked up.

Why?

Because he's dead.

What?

Yeah. Thank your
boss for me.

I just found him on
the Lower East Side,

with a bullet hole in his
head, shot execution style.

It's a signature of his Triad.

His gang got to him?

So you have no victim
to press charges,

and both your suspects
are dead.

Well, I can't drop it now.

Jamie might have stumbled
upon something big,

if they're killing
one of their own.

It'll be a lot easier on Jamie

if you can
figure this out, Danny.

The girl's still out there.
Really?

Well, thanks for telling me.
Good-bye.

You find anything?
Nope.

No cell phone. No wallet.

(sighs)

DANNY:
Hold on!

How about this?

Mott Street Munificent Society.

You ever heard of that?

Yeah. It's kind of like
a community service center.

They teach English classes,
offer free legal advice.

They even have a medical clinic.

Are they tied into Nelson Chiu's
Triad, by any chance?

Not that I know of.
JACKIE:
Okay.

I just got off the phone
with the M.E.

She's doing the autopsy now
on Grant Lee,

Chiu's partner
in the attempted kidnapping.
Yeah.

Had some fresh blood on him
that wasn't his.

Says it's that of a woman's.
Probably Ming-Tai.

Get this-- she was pregnant.

When we spoke to Wai-Chee,

she didn't say Ming-Tai
was pregnant.

No.
They say how far along she was?

Yeah. Third trimester.

TUAN:
Well, if it is Ming-Tai,
and if she is pregnant,

she's probably not working
as an escort anymore.

So what does the Triad
still want with her?

*

You know, I never
knew what a Munificent
Society was till now.

Dennis Eng, proprietor.

Nelson Chiu.
Doesn't sound familiar.

But we help a lot
of people here.

Maybe he was one of them.

Well, can you
check your records?

It's Chiu, C-H-I-U.
Of course.

TUAN:
Chiu didn't seem
like the kind of guy

who would need
your help, Mr. Eng.

Any chance he worked here?
No.

That I would know.

Chiu is a very popular name.

You may have heard
of Jimmy Choo.

(smug laughter)

But there is no one

in our database named
Nelson C-H-I-U.

Do you do any work
with gangs? Triads?

We sponsor a midnight basketball
program to deter teenagers

from joining gangs.

JACKIE:
What about, uh, Ming-Tai?

That sound familiar?

I can search.

Do you know her last name?

JACKIE:
Unfortunately, no.

This your, uh,
clinic over here?

Yes.
Oh.

Let me just take
a little peek.
Uh...

This is not a good time.

Why?

Excuse me.

I'm looking for a
pregnant woman, uh, Ming-Tai.

Maybe you can help me?

(speaking Chinese)

We provide free
medical services

to people who can't afford them.

Can we look around?

Not at this time.
Why not?

Many of our clients
are illegal immigrants.

You're frightening them.

Please leave.

Please!
JACKIE:
Okay!

Thanks.

It's an advertisement
for an adoption agency.

What does it say?

It says, "If you're single
and pregnant,

"or married
and can't afford it,

you can put it up for
adoption... and be rewarded."

Rewarded? Rewarded,
like in money?

It's cagey
the way it's phrased,

but that's what it
sounds like to me.

All right, all right.

So let's say Ming-Tai's
working as an escort.

She gets pregnant
by a john.

She comes down
to the munificent society...

Yeah. They tell her to give
her baby up for adoption.

They'll give her money.

Maybe enough to start
a whole new life.

Look, we know Ming-Tai
was pregnant.

Was she going
to give up her baby?

For money?

Yes.
How much?

5,000 dollar.

They say she will get
after she have baby.

Who said?

She called phone number.

They say... go to clinic...
for doctor appointment.

Is this the phone number?

Do you know
who she saw there?

American doctor.

He only is there on Thursdays.

Okay.

MAN:
I'm a fertility doctor.

I help women
get pregnant.

I don't really
see how I could

help you find this girl
you're looking for.

Do you work at the Munificent
Society Clinic in Chinatown?

Uh, I do pro bono work
for them occasionally.

Right. Every Thursday.

Okay.
You ever see

one of these?
Um...

No. Never have.

Well, it says
they offer money

to pregnant Chinese women
for their babies.

Really?
Mm-hmm.

Wh-why would I be involved
with something like that?

I... I have a thriving
fertility practice.

All right. Okay.
Excuse me.

Actually,

about that thriving
fertility practice--

what's a cycle of IVF
run you, about?

Anywhere between $12,000
and $15,000 a cycle.

Is that right?

But a healthy Chinese baby will
get you, what, 45, 50 grand...

cash, off the books?

That's like a year's worth
of IVF right there, isn't it?
Maybe.

I mean, because people like
to adopt Chinese babies.

They're smart,
grow up to be

future doctors,
like yourself.
You know what?

I find this entire conversation
offensive. Excuse me.

(car door slams)

He's sensitive.
He's very sensitive.

RENZULLI:
Get some mustard,
sauerkraut, please?

Want a dog?
No.

Sure?
Yeah.

Had a nice little visit with the
good folks at I.A. this morning.

Yeah? What did
they ask you?

You know I'm not supposed
to talk about that, right?

Strict confidentiality.

They take that
very seriously.

I understand.

They wanted to know
if you did anything unusual

on tour the day
the guy died.

Unusual? Like what?

Like, did you stop
to make any phone calls

arranging to meet anyone?

Did you stop to make
any calls at a pay phone?

Were you wearing
women's clothing on that day?

What did you say?

I said you wore
women's clothing every day.

If you don't want to talk
about it, that's okay.

I'll tell you this, kid,

I think they're focused
on some woman.

Yeah, I told them I have
no idea who she was.

See? And that's going
to keep them curious.

You know I goof around
a lot, right,

but you'd be smart
to take my advice on this--

tell them who she is.

If you have to deal with
the fallout at home, so be it.

Your girlfriend
can forgive you.

But your name, your job...

you lose that,
you'll never get it back.

Yeah.

JACKIE:
Look who came to dinner.

Dr. Warren Wakefield

and his lovely wife,
Nancy Wakefield.

Pillars of society,
no doubt.

Background check turned up
nothing on either one of them.

You want to make a little wager

on what Nancy Wakefield's
maiden name might be?

Yes, I do. Yes, I do.
Great.

I put ten dollars down
on Chiu.

Really?

Thinking it's
Nelson Chiu's sister?

You got a ten on you?
Yep. Keep business
all in the family.

All right,
I'm gonna go with Eng.

Really? Our friend Dennis Eng

from the Munificent Society,
huh?

Yeah. Press the button.
All right.

Oh.

Huh.
Eng, it is.

Give me back my ten.

Nah.
Huh.

(door closing)

Kind of late.

I'm starting to wonder
if I did the right thing.

Goes with the territory.

The woman was screaming.

I knew something bad
was going down.

It was instinct.

Any one of us would have
done the same thing, Jamie.

Reagans don't punch out
at end of tour.

That's why we became cops,
isn't it?

The Academy teaches
you skills,

the street gives you experience,

but it all comes down
to your instinct.

This Internal Affairs
thing is...

It's starting to feel like
I'm the perp.

You know I won't
talk about that.

I'm not asking you to.

I'm your father, but
I'm also your boss.

I'm your son, but I'm
also an NYPD police officer.

I think we're
stuck with that.

Joe and Danny dealt with
this when they came on

and I was on the force,

but if they got jammed up...

it wasn't front page news.

You got the jackpot, Jamie.

Your dad's the
police commissioner.

It goes with the territory.

(sighs)

I know Lieutenant Bello.

He's tough as they get.

But he's fair.

He investigated

the guys in Joe's squad
when he was killed.

You had anything
to eat?

Pop made a meat loaf.

No, I ought to...
I should get home.

Jamie...

Something else on your mind?

Thanks, Dad.

Jamie?

What are you
doing up?

It's 3:00
in the morning.

Nothing.

A Lieutenant Bello from I.A.
came to see me today.

He, uh...

asked me if we had
a fight yesterday,

and if everything
was all right between us.

And I told him
everything was fine.

But the truth is, Jamie...

I really don't know.

Even when you're here,

you're not here.

That's not true, Syd.

Jamie, my boss offered me
a really great opportunity

to work on a big case
for the firm...

in London for six months.

London?

Syd, look, I-I can't...

I know you can't...

Jamie...

but I can.

And, uh...

I want to.

Syd, I was meant
to do this job.

I know that.

And, uh...

I love you too much
to stand in your way.

Your Dr. Wakefield
is up to his neck in mortgages.

Really?

Yeah, he's hemorrhaging money
from houses here, the Hamptons.

He's got a yacht,
flying privately.

He's shelling out a lot
more money than he's

taking in from his
private practice.

How's he coming up
with the cash payments?

Well, I saw that they
transferred ownership

of the yacht to a holding
company in Gibraltar.

The company's receiving
regular wire transfers--

$60,000, $70,000
four or five times a month.

$60,000, $75,000 a baby.

Yeah. Last transfer
was five days ago.

The couple paid by check.

I got to run.
I'm late for court.

Good work, sis.

Their address
is in the file.

Keep me updated.

After we went through
four cycles of IVF,

Dr. Wakefield suggested
we consider adoption.

This Dr. Wakefield--

did he suggest anything more
than that to you?

Well, he recommended
we adopt a Chinese baby.

MAN:
He said that the babies

are always healthy
because the mothers
don't smoke or do drugs.

Um, that they're smart and they
excel in American society.

Why are you asking us
about Dr. Wakefield?

Uh, where did he say
that the baby was coming from?

China, of course.

Did he tell you how
you'd get the baby?

He said that someone
would bring her to us.

MAN:
His wife is
Chinese and has

political connections,

so we wouldn't have to fly
to China to get our baby.

Yeah, that's not the reason
you're not going to China.

We believe that
your baby

is coming to you from a place
much closer to home.

There are women
in Chinatown

who are being paid money to give
up their babies for adoption.

Your baby's coming
from one of those women.

Oh, dear God.

Did they tell you

when you could expect
the baby?

Uh... any day now.

Dr. Wakefield said
that the mother is due

this week, and we would have
our baby soon after that.

My God, are we gonna
lose this baby, too?

Dr. Wakefield's
a real piece of work.

That couple had no idea
what they were getting
themselves into.

Ming-Tai probably
didn't know

what she was getting
herself into.

Yeah, but you know,
a lot changes in nine months.

She probably bonded with the
baby, decided not to give it up.

The Triads don't
want to hear about
maternal instinct.

They want that baby,
they're gonna get it.

This is a waste of my time.
I am not gonna say a word

until our lawyer gets here.
DANNY: Look, you want
to save your ass?

You want to save
both your asses?

Then you'll tell us
where Ming-Tai is

before those Triad
goons find her, okay?

'Cause then you're looking
at accessory to murder.

Okay.
Murder?

JACKIE:
Ming-Tai changed her mind.
She doesn't want

to give up her baby. What do you
think's gonna happen to her?

Warren.
Honey, please.

We are just gonna wait
until the lawyer gets here.

DANNY:
That's a good idea, Doc.

That way, by the
time he tells you

to spill your guts anyway,
Ming-Tai'll be dead.

When's she due,
by the way?

Soon.
Honey, please,

just shut up.

OFFICER:
Detective.

Excuse me.

You know, don't worry about it.

I mean, the baby's good
to go anyway.

Who needs the mother, right?

They'll just take
the baby out.

Kill Ming-Tai.

Dispose of the
body, whatever.

Okay, the precinct squad is over
at the Munificent Society now

and two officers are bringing in
Dennis Eng.

DANNY:
Beautiful.
All right,

time for us to go
and arrest your brother.

Sure you don't want
to say anything?

No.

Great.

No, she's not there.

Nancy, I said shut up!
She's not there!

No, I said shut up.

No, you shut up!
I said shut up!

Now let her speak.

(sighs)

Go ahead.

This all started with Dennis,
my brother.

He'd see these girls
come into the center

pregnant, no husband,
not a dime to their names.

He came to us, said, "You know
all these rich white people

"who can't have babies,
they could give a good life

to these unwanted ones."

But you do realize that selling
babies is illegal for a reason?

It was supposed to benefit
the girls and us.

But then Dennis got
the Triad involved,

and now we pay
them a cut

to keep their eyes
on the girls,

make sure that they keep up
their end of the deal.

Is this what's happening
to Ming-Tai?

Yes, she's due today.

Where are they?

We need you to tell us
where they are.

The Triad has their own doctor,
Dr. Yi.

His office is at Bayard
and Mott Street.

(muffled sobbing)

(gunshot)

Turn around, punk!
Police! Back up!

Turn around, get
against the wall!
(shouts)

Get down! Stay down!

Stay down!
Don't you move!

Stay right there.

It's okay. It's okay.

I'm a police officer, okay?

(gasping)
Are you Ming-Tai?
Are you Ming-Tai?

My baby!
Are you Ming-Tai?

My baby!

DANNY:
It's all right.

Your baby's gonna be okay.
Your baby's gonna be all right.

My baby...
No one's gonna take your
baby away from you now.

Manhattan detective.
We need a bus to this location.

(sobbing)
It's okay.

You're gonna be okay.
She's all right.

You're gonna be all right.

(sobbing continues)

So, the woman you were seen
talking to in Chinatown

on the night in question
has come forward.

She has?

Let's see what she has to say.

Kathleen Ryan.

I'm Lieutenant Bello.

This is Officer
Jamison Reagan.

Can you tell me

if Officer Reagan
is the man you saw

on Tuesday night?

Well, he wasn't wearing
his uniform,

but yes, that's him.

And you had a
conversation

with Officer Reagan.

Is that correct?

Well, not exactly
a conversation.

I asked him for directions.

Directions where?

To Canal Street.

I came to New York
from Pittsburgh to go shopping.

I wanted to get a Gucci bag
for my sister and me.

Honestly,
they're not real Gucci,

but you can't tell
the difference.

I hope that's not illegal.

We don't have to worry about
that right now.

What did you do after Officer
Reagan gave you directions?

I started walking
to Canal Street.

What did Officer Reagan do?

I don't know.

Okay.

Thank you very much,
Miss Ryan.

Officer Reagan helped me,

and when I saw
the article in the paper,

I just... I wanted to return
the favor.

Thank you.

(door opens)

(door closes)
Well,

I guess that wraps things up,
then.

JACK:
...through Christ our Lord.

Amen.

ALL:
Amen.

Good job.

HENRY:
And pass the ammunition.

Just one for me.
Thank you.

(sneezes)

Bless you.
Thanks.

Have some more peas.

Everybody, I have
an announcement.

I've decided that I want

to be the first female Reagan
to become a cop.

HENRY:
Attagirl!

No kidding, huh?

Was that what that was
all about?

LINDA:
What what was all about?

Nicky was grilling me

about why I became a lawyer
instead of a cop.

And I appreciate
your honesty, Mom.

Yeah, what'd you
tell her, Mom?

It's because all of
us cops are stupid

and you're such
a genius?
Yeah, basically

She said she didn't
feel the call.

Kind of like being
a priest in that way.

But only in that way.
Amen.

And while I think it would
be fun to be a lawyer...

Yeah, barrel of laughs,
being a lawyer.

...I want to carry on
the tradition

that Great-Grandpa
Henry started

and Grandpa passed on
to Uncle Danny, Uncle Joe

and now to Uncle Jamie.

I want to be a cop, too.
God help me.

DANNY:
Come on. Am I that bad?

JACK:
Mom, is it because

it was so sad when Uncle Joe
got killed?

That's a big part
of it, honey.

Okay.

Hey, Jamie, we got your
favorite-- pot roast.

Sorry I'm late.

No Sydney?

No.

Hey, Jamie...

your niece just said that
she wants to be a cop

and carry on
the family tradition.

What do you think,
Uncle Jamie?

It's complicated.

It's a commitment.

It's not just a job,

it's your whole life.

And you're not just a cop,
you're a Reagan.

In a lot of ways, I didn't know
what I was getting into.

But I wouldn't trade it.

None of us would, kid.

Damn straight.

Well said, son.

HENRY:
I didn't get any peas.

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