All language subtitles for Blue Bloods - S1E12 - Family Ties.en

(techno music playing)

(singing in Russian)

To Maximilian Grushenko!

This party is a happy night
for my humble establishment!

I lift my glass
to the guests of honor,

Sophia and my son Mischa.

We honor their
engagement.

To my daughter
and her young man,

I wish you a glorious wedding,

and a long
and happy life.

Does the best man
have a toast for us?

To Sophia and Mischa,

I'll see you
under the table, huh?

(chanting):
Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss...

(applause, cheering)

(Now, I want to dance!

(others whoop and cheer)

Perfect match, no?

Thank you
for this wonderful party.

You have told your husband
the wonderful news?

The last time that I took
the bus up to Greenhaven.

Alex doesn't have too
much more time, does he?

Eight and a half years.

ANCHORMAN:
In a late-breaking story,

Deputy Mayor Randy St. Clair
arrested this afternoon

on charges of bribery
and corruption.

St. Clair has served
as the mayor's top deputy

since his administration began.
Wow.

Manhattan District Attorney
Charles Rossellini

had little to say to reporters
who tracked him down tonight...

Hey, Mom, can I sleep
over at Charlotte's house

tomorrow night?
Shh.

Yeah, I think that's
a question that's, uh,

better directed to
Mr. St. Clair's legal counsel.

But I will say that this office
has no intention
Is that your boss on TV?

of trying this case
in the media.
Yeah, that's Mr. Rossellini.

Sorry. I think that

Mr. Sinclair will get
his day in court,

and so will we.
He looks conceited.

So can I?

ANCHORMAN: It is yet unclear how
St. Clair's arrest
No.

will affect the upcoming
mayoral election,
Maybe on Friday night.

but considering the position
Randy St. Clair holds

in the current
administration...

Are you gonna send that guy
to prison?

...what impact it will have.

That is somebody else's
headache.

(reports shouting questions)

Politics.

FRANK:
Maybe.

Didn't Rossellini tell you

the mayor was going
to have problems?

He said next year's election.

Yeah, well,
he's ahead of schedule.

*

(woman singing in Russian)

I have to run to the ladies'.

*

(music continues in other room)

Come here.

You are so hot.

Mmm.

You are such a bad boy.

You have no idea.

*

Mmm.

(woman laughs softly)

(groans)
No!

No!

Mischa! Mischa!

No...

(gasps)

(gasps)

(phone buzzing)

(groans)

Reagan.

Brighton Beach?

You're kidding me.

Grushenko the mob boss?

His son?

What now?

I don't know.

Guy got killed at his
own engagement party.

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JACKIE (sighs):
Hey.

Sorry I'm late.

A big rig flipped
by the Gowanus.

Hey, I was getting ready
to call in

a missing persons on you.

No worries.
Victim's still dead.

Three shots from a .38
will do that to you.

Two in the chest,
one in the abdomen.

Single shooter,
no shell casings

found on the scene.

What other nuggets
you got?
Mmm.

How about an eyewitness?

Oh, eyewitness.
Come on, Jackie.

It's Brighton Beach.
You know those Russians

look at us like we're the KGB.

So, of course,
nobody saw anything,

nobody heard anything.
Right.
What about video?

Owner of the club says he turned
off the security cameras

out of respect
for Grushenko's privacy.

I mean, who takes out

a mob prince
at his engagement party?

Maybe the, uh, caterer
who didn't get the party?

Ooh. Or...

maybe somebody who's trying
to send a message.

More likely.
Who's in the box?

Uh, victim's fiancée
and her mom.

No eyeballs on them, maybe
we'll get a little profile.

How's the fiancée
taking it?

Take a look
for yourself.

Ooh... I know her.

What do you mean?

The mom.

I went to high school with her.

Her name is Anna Parnas.

DANNY:
A Russian Roman Catholic.

Yeah, It was either
St. Anne's tartan plaid

or a chastity belt.

Well, I'm guessing by
the age of her daughter

it wasn't the chastity
belt that she chose.

What's her story?
You guys friends?

14-- we were friends,

15-- we were soul mates,

and 16--
she was knocked up

by a mob guy.
That explains that.

Well, these Russians
don't talk; even the women.

Maybe, since you got
a little history with her,

she might
open up to you.

Why don't you take point?

Sir,

the chief of Brooklyn South
is here.

Bring him in.

Commissioner.

Maximilian Grushenko.

We don't know yet
the significance

of the event, sir;
if it was a power play,

a message,
a personal vendetta.

The man's son
was taken out.

Not a single witness

from the party or
the neighborhood.

In Brighton Beach, Baker,

the community brought their
suspicions of the police

with them,
when they immigrated

from the Soviet Union.

You have a history
with the father.

When I was deputy chief
of Brooklyn South,

We broke the
Russian brigades,

but all we could
get on Grushenko

was four years for fraud.

It seems the apple didn't
fall far from the tree.

Young Grushenko traffics
in counterfeit goods,

bootleg cigarettes,
exotic dancers.

And you should know, sir,

your son Daniel's been
assigned the case.

Why should I know that, Bob?

I'm the police commissioner;

I don't assign detectives
to cases.

Have all tours
in the 5-6 extended.

Grushenko will want revenge.

I don't want bodies
piling up in my city.

Yes, sir.

(door closes)

I guess I heard you
were with the police.

And I guess I heard
you married Alex Vayakovsky.

You lost your accent.

Poor little immigrant.

That wasn't for me.

Um... okay, Sophia,

so how long were you
looking for your fiancé

before they
found him?

I don't know.

About an hour, maybe.

And do you have any idea
what he was doing back there?

I don't know,
and I don't care.

I'm assuming, then,
you know how he was found,

with his, uh...
belt undone, his zipper down?

Girls threw themselves
at Mischa.

He was handsome
and rich and cool...

but he loved me.

Okay.

So, then, do you know
who he was back there with?

No.

I'm assuming you know

that Mischa was part
of the family business.

So his murder doesn't count,
because you call him a gangster?

I'm not saying that.

We'll hunt down his killer

just like we would
anyone else's,

but that's why I'm asking you.

I need to know
who had a motive to kill Mischa.

Was it a jilted lover,
a business rival...

He was his father's son.

What do you think?

I don't want to
talk about this anymore.

I want to go home.

You know,
not to be insensitive

in your time of grief,
but since you had motive...

You think I killed Mischa?

I don't know.

Maybe you followed him,
and saw him

with another woman.
Wouldn't be the first time

in history a woman pulled the...

This is outrageous.

We came here to help,
and now we're being accused?

All I'm saying is
you probably shouldn't leave

the tristate area until

we get this checked out.

You were always
jealous of me, Jackie.

But to take it out
on my daughter?

Come on, honey.

That went well.

Good morning, Reagan.

Hello, sir.

Watch any TV last night?

No. The Roller Derby

doesn't come on
until the weekend.

That's very funny.

Seriously,
how'd I look?

Well, your tie was a
little bold for TV.

Really?

I'm kidding, sir.

This one
is no cakewalk.

We were forced
to indict St. Clair

a lot sooner than
we would have liked.

Yeah. Why is that?

Well, he recently bought
property in Montenegro,

and we were worried

he was going to
flee the country.

Randy St. Clair is
a well-liked guy...

powerful friends
in the mayor's office

and the media.

This is a press case.

We're going to catch
a lot of heat.

Well, comes with
the territory, right?

I'm glad to hear you
say that, Reagan.

Well, Good luck.

I guess you haven't
had your coffee yet.

You're usually quicker
on the uptake.

Excuse me?
St. Clair--

he's all yours.
Uh, sir,

isn't that...

Kevin Firestone's case?

Firestone's a good man,

dogged investigator,

but I need my top
gun on this one.

Sir, I'm flattered,

but it's not fair to Firestone.

I wasn't asking
your opinion, Reagan.

I'll handle Firestone.

You get the files, dig in.

(seagulls cawing)
JACKIE:
Boris, you're his best friend.

You don't know
anything?

I don't know nobody
have beef with Mischa,

at the party, anywhere else.

Word on the street is, you did
a two-year stint for Mischa,

you're like an adopted son
to his old man.

What you got, some kind of Cain
and Abel thing going on there?

If Grushenko think
I harm Mischa,

I already be chopped to pieces.

You see Mischa leave the party
with anyone?

No, and if I did, why I tell you
and not Maximilian Grushenko?

Because you'll be charged
with hindering a prosecution.

DANNY:
What happened to your finger
there, tough guy?

(sniffs)

I slam it in a door.

This conversation is over.

Hey. You were the best man
in Mischa's wedding.

You're gonna sit here
and tell me

you don't care
who his killer is?

We even up on our own.

(Boris speaking Russian)

Don't worry
about meal today, kid.

My wife made
some fresh lasagna.

Yeah?
Yeah.

I'll spring for the sodas.

She makes
her own noodles, too.

Makes all the difference
in the world.

You know that?

Nice.
(laughs)

Hey, did you hear
about, uh, Lydia Gonsalves?

Who?

I thought
you might know her.

Used to be on the job.

Worked warrants
with, uh, your brother Joe.

Oh, yeah, right.
What happened to her?

Yeah, she ate her gun.

She committed suicide?

Yeah. Shouldn't have pulled
the plug on the job so soon.

Lots of cops get depressed
when they vest out.

(locker closing)

This one didn't even wait
for the pension or disability.

It's too bad.

She was young.

Won the Medal
for Valor, too.

ERIN:
Hi. Kevin.

I am sorry.

Sure you are.

Do you think I've been
campaigning for this case?

Just don't flatter yourself
that you got this case

because you're some kind
of hotshot trial lawyer.

You're being used.

Okay.

Rossellini gave you this case
because your daddy

is the mayor's
handpicked commissioner.

This way, he insulates
himself from charges

he's going after the mayor--
his political rival,

remember?

You're just Rossellini's tool.

(door bells tinkle)
Be still my heart.

For a minute, I thought
it was a customer.

Anna, we're gonna need
to ask you a few more questions.

I'm sorry about the mess.

I had to let the last
of my help go.

Ever since Alex went away,
I have to work constantly

just to keep the wolf
from the door.

Oh, you mean,
Grushenko's not helping you out?

There's no Maximilian Grushenko
Charitable Foundation, no.

Well, your husband-- this man--

Alex Vayakovsky's one of
his brigade, isn't he?

Well, I didn't know what
that meant when I married him.

Well, he's doing 20 years to
life for disemboweling a man

who owed him a
little bit of money.

You know
what that means?

Every day, I went

to the trial, and every
day, I sat there, and

I listened, and I thought,
how can this be the same man?

Who lived with me,

who played with Sophia,
who took care of us?

You never married?

Uh, for a minute, yeah.

No kids?

You know what.
Enough about me.

Let's stick to the topic.

Um, you know anyone who'd have
a motive to kill Mischa?

I thought I killed him.

Sophia, don't be fresh.

Why don't you ask Sergei
Sokolov who killed him?

Impossible.

You know how upset he was
that I was marrying Mischa.

You know those
things he said.

Who is this Sergei Sokolov?

Nobody.

He's a sweet boy
who works in a flower shop.

He had a boyhood crush

on Sophia during high school,
that's all.

(seagull cawing)

(door closes)

(sighs)

You called me first, Reagan.

(sighs)

I did, Max.

You want something
to drink, eat?

No.

You said it was
a private meeting.

He's overprotective.

Oh. So it's an official visit?

It's a condolence call.

New kind of pain.

You lost a son, Reagan.

You understand.

I'm sorry for your loss.

And I'm sorry to see bloodshed
return to Little Odessa.

This was my slip joint
pocketknife.

American elk.

(taps knife on table)

I gave it to Mischa
when he turned 18.

(knife taps on table)

I didn't want it back so soon.

(taps knife on table)

I didn't want it back ever.

(taps knife on table)

Do you remember
the last time we sat together?

Very well.

I did my time.

You should still be there.

You want to find Mischa's
killer, Commissioner?

I'm not stopping you.

(sighs)

Bury your son, Maximilian.

Take time to grieve.

Let us speak for Mischa.

You and your brigade
sit this one out.

Sergei Sokolov?

Long time since cops
came around for me.

Yeah, let's go in and talk.

(doorbell chimes)
Yuri?

These detectives want
to talk to me.

I have work to
do in the back.

Start putting these wreaths
together for the funeral, okay?

Yeah.

The Grushenko
funeral, huh?

Business must be
booming.

Mischa was a
friend of mine.

Yeah, we know. You used to run
with him back in the day.

Until I figured out
that life wasn't for me.

Yeah, good thing.

You had quite a record
as a juvenile--

vandalism, grand larceny,
assault with a deadly weapon.

I had anger issues.

(scoffs)

You know, back in Russia,
my father was an engineer.

Here, the school janitor, all
for a better life for me...

Family Court get me counseling,

anger management.

(scoffs)

Helped me turn my life around.

Is that when you and Mischa
stopped becoming friends?

Or was it when
he stole Sophia from you?

That was high school.

It was a long time ago.

Well, delivering
all those floral arrangements

to Sophia's engagement party
must have really frosted you.

I brought the arrangements,

and then I was a guest
like everybody else.

You see Mischa leave the party
with anyone?

I heard about it.

Disgusting he would
screw around at his
own engagement party.

He treated her
like dirt.
(phone ringing)

So much for
the anger management.

Got to take this.

Yeah?

DANNY:
Hey, Sergei,
these guys friends of yours?

Those Grushenko
goons? So what?

So what?

You see, those kind of guys
aren't gonna give you

a Miranda warning first
like I would, that's so what.

I had nothing to do
with-with this.

Right.

I mean, why are we here?

Why are they here?

You may want to change your mind
about cooperating with us.

Otherwise, the next wreath
might be your own.

Correction.

The next wreath goes
to the owner of *Club Tatiana.

JACKIE:
Well, he doesn't own
Club Tatiana anymore.

DANNY:
Smells like singed hair.

No wonder.
Look at the burn marks.

Somebody must have taken
a welding torch to this guy

before they jammed that knife
in his skull.

Yeah. Grushenko or someone
was looking for answers.

Like the identity
of the Madame X

who lured Mischa
out to the storage room?

If there was a Madame X.

Or why he turned off
these security cameras,

because Grushenko
obviously didn't do it

for the privacy
of himself and his guests.

This guy must have been begging
to die before the end of this.

We got to figure out
what this says, Jack.

JACKIE:
Oh, yeah.

Uniform said it means,
"Only the first."

Great.
Well, who's next?
Mm-hmm.

ERIN:
You're looking at
prime real estate

in Tribeca waterfront.

Perfect for
a 90-story skyscraper.

At least that's
what Dick Meltzer thought.

The developer.

Unfortunately for Meltzer,
that parcel was only zoned

for a five-story mixed
commercial, residential use,

so he needed a heavyweight
to rezone that parcel.

Randy St. Clair,
Deputy Mayor for Development.

So Meltzer throws
these big parties

with St. Clair
as the guest of honor.

What kind of parties?

Parties at the Axium Hotel

with Madam Eva
providing the girls.

Okay.

On June 11,

Meltzer had his henchman deliver
a bag full of cash

to Josh Saunders,
who was St. Clair's top aide.

Meltzer will testify to that?

Yeah, but here's the problem

with Firestone's case.

We have two hookers and a madam

to testify against St. Clair,

a churchgoing father of four

and the mayor's
most trusted associate.

They are going to get destroyed
in the cross-examination.

So we are left with

Josh Saunders,
our cooperating witness.

St. Clair's bagman.

Who worked for him
for three-and-a-half years,

never saw any other
illegal activity the whole time.

This is what we got

for the sweetheart deal
he cut with Firestone?

The highest profile
public corruption case

this office has brought
in years, and guess what?

This case--

it's on life support.

(sighs)

I don't know.

Saunders was willing
to bag money for St. Clair once,

I'm betting he did it plenty.

We need more on Saunders.

He's the key.

(bell tolling)

He came out of the Gulag.

Tough guy.

But the man I saw--

nothing prepares you
for the loss of a child.

I read your Fives--
you got a suspect?

Well, I met with one of
Grushenko's chief rivals

in the exotic dancer supply
business, this Albanian.

He pointed out
the obvious--

it'd be suicide for any
of those guys to take
out Grushenko's kid.

Which leaves you with...?

Two suspects-- the
jealous fiancée...

And the rejected
ex-boyfriend.
Yeah.

This club owner, Dad,

you think Grushenko took a
blowtorch to him personally.

(sighs)
That'd be my guess.

And he'd already done it
when I met with him.

I'm gonna get
this son of a bitch.

Guys, dinner's
on the table.

Okay.

So, Erin, this whole business

with your boss and
Randy St. Clair,

suddenly he dumps
it in your lap?

Can we not
right now, Grandpa?

St. Clair?
That's not Mom's case.

Well, that's not
entirely true, honey.

I thought you said that was
somebody else's headache.

(chuckles)
And now it's mine.

How convenient.
He waits for an election year

to get his shorts into a knot

about St. Clair's
alleged shenanigans,

and now a Reagan
is lead attorney.

So what, we don't prosecute?

I don't know, the timing is
a little suspicious, sis.

You know, these
politicians,

they all got their hands
in the cookie jar.

It's the second oldest
profession in the world.

Yeah, and every cop
is on the take.

LINDA:
You know, when
people take

that view of the
police department,
we all resent it.

ERIN:
Exactly.

Doesn't this city deserve

to have its business
done honestly?

Yeah, Erin's right-- I don't
think the guy should walk.

Nobody's gonna walk.

But you're in
the same administration.

You're tarred with
the same damn brush!

I'm just surprised that a smart
cookie like my granddaughter

lets Rossellini
use her that way.

That's enough, Pop.

ERIN: Dad...
Don't tell me that's enough!

I'll decide when it's enough!

Grandpa!

All right, maybe
I shouldn't have said it...

but it's still true.

FRANK:
Sometimes I think he forgets

that I'm all grown up
and can take care of myself.

He'll calm down.

I understand
that some see it as...

a zero-sum game.

As Rossellini's star rises,
the mayor's falls, and...

that could be bad for you.

Not your problem.

It's a big case, Dad.

I'm not gonna deny
being excited about it.

Hey, I'm proud of you.

You got the highest conviction
rate in the D.A.'s Office.

And yet, Grandpa thinks
I'm being used,

and so do a lot of people.

It's frustrating.

When I was promoted to
deputy chief of Brooklyn South,

my boss called me in his office
and he told me straight out

that he hired me because my dad
was the police commissioner.

(exhales)

And he said he was bucking
for chief of D's

and he expected me
to put in a good word for him.

Did you?

No.

Goes with the family business.

The Reagans are stuck with it.

Dad, you earned
every position you ever got.

So did you.

ERIN:
You were Mr. Randy St. Clair's
private banker.

You were responsible
for transferring

$4.5 million of his money
offshore to the Cayman Islands?

Transferring money
offshore is not illegal.

If Mr. St. Clair doesn't
pay his taxes, that's
his responsibility.

I'm not talking about taxes.

I'm talking about
kickbacks and bribery.

Where our client's money comes
from is not our concern.

How about Josh Saunders' money?

We take the "private" part
of "private banking" seriously,

so unless you have a subpoena...

I'll have to consult
my attorneys, of course.

You're free to do that.

(clears throat)
Are they aware of how many trips

you took to the Caribbean
with Mr. Saunders?

(laughs)
Those were business trips.

Right. Of course they were.

Uh, Saint Kitts, Curacao,

British Virgin Islands.

I see many business meals

and many business suites
shared with Mr. Saunders.

Well, last time I checked,
that wasn't illegal, either.

You're right, it's not.

But what is illegal
is facilitating Mr. Saunders

to extort money
from Mr. St. Clair

and to hide said funds
in a dummy foundation

controlled by Mr. Saunders,

and that will get you ten to 15.

It's my suggestion
that cooperation

may be the only card
you have left to play.

What do you want to know?

DANNY:
Sergei, we subpoenaed
your phone records, buddy.

We need to talk to you.

Hey...

Hey, I said we need
to talk to you.

I've got nothing
more to say.

You got nothing
to say, huh?

You had plenty to say
to Sophia and her mom

on the phone before she
got murdered, didn't you?

What's that all about?

I was trying to stop her
from marrying Mischa.

And believe me, her mother
wasn't trying to discourage me.

But she didn't think
you'd go this far.

I'm not saying another word
without a lawyer.

You know what that says to us
when you lawyer up, right?

It means we're looking
at the right guy.

Just makes us
come after you harder.

Do what you got to do. Hmm?

What I have to do

is deliver these flowers.

(sighs)

(Jackie sighs)

Knucklehead.

(loud explosion)

(car alarms wailing)

Sergei Sokolov?
Mm-hmm.

Is he still breathing?
Well, apart from
the severity of his burns,

he's got
intra-abdominal bleeding

from lacerations
to the liver and spleen

and a cranial hemorrhage
from the concussive blast.

In English-- is
he gonna make it?

I'm not really optimistic,
Officer.

(sighs)

What's the word?
He's likely.

(clears throat)

Yeah.

FRANK:
As you were.

Commissioner.
Commissioner.

Chief Winston.
You both okay?

Yes, sir.
We're fine.

And the bombing victim?
You mean the
prime suspect

in the murder of
Mischa Grushenko, he's
hanging on by a thread.

The techs in Bomb Squad
are analyzing the
explosive device.

First impression:
sophisticated,
cell-phone-detonated.

Remotely triggered?

Looks that way to them.

That doesn't fit
Grushenko's M.O.

Are we gonna be able

to tie this to his
earlier bombings?

Not according
to the Bomb Squad techs.

Those bombs in the '90s
were simple pipe bombs.

This device is
next-generation.

So new blood.

New blood, old lions.

WINSTON:
Check with Interpol,

see if any of Grushenko's
brigades qualifies.

Yes, sir.

I want Grushenko for this.

They say his people
have a code of silence.

What they really have
is a code of betrayal.

That's how we got the brigades
the first time,

and that's how
we'll finish them now.

WINSTON:
Yes, sir.

No one's turning
my city into Baghdad.

ERIN:
Come in, Mr. Saunders.

Where's Kevin Firestone?

Kevin's moved on.

This is Erin Reagan.

Your cooperation
agreement with us

is based on
telling the truth--

first with us now, and then
when you take the stand.

Kevin ran that all down for me.

Yeah, that was before
he knew you were extorting money

from your boss, St. Clair.

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

No? Chelsea Cole?
The dummy foundation?

St. Clair could hardly
go to the authorities

since you were pilfering money
from his own ill-gotten gains,

but maybe this will
refresh your memory.

$2.3 million

in five separate
offshore accounts.

I guess you thought you
and Chelsea were gonna
have a good time

after you served your
token two-year bit.

Your deal with
Kevin Firestone,

it's off the table.

ERIN:
Here's the new deal.

You tell us every illegal act
that you and St. Clair committed

while he was in office,

and then we'll decide what
kind of deal you deserve.

If any.

I want my lawyer.

Yeah. Word to the wise:

your friend, Chelsea Cole
will not be waiting for you

outside the Federal
penitentiary when
you finally get out.

Anyway, she's already
cut her deal.

Reagan, why don't you have
a couple detectives

come in here and escort Mr.
Saunders into Federal custody.

Wait.

I'll tell you.

DANNY:
All right.

Well, that ought
to be enough pierogies

to at least buy us
a search warrant. Great.

Pierogies? What?

That was Intel-- our
old friend Boris Litvinenkom?

Oh, from the cafe?

Yeah, Mischa's best man.

Turns out he's
a former Uzbeki rebel

with extensive
bomb-making expertise.

Oh, that explains
the missing finger.

Yeah, it does. Let's roll.

(narrator speaking Russian
on TV)

(narrator continues in Russian)

Freeze!
Police! Freeze!

Back up! Back up!
Get down!

Stay down!

DANNY:
Over here by the desk.
Get down!

Get the Bomb Squad in here!
Come on!

Look at this.

We got detonators,
circuit boards...

It's like a Soviet
Fourth of July in here.

What do you want to
bet we find traces of
PETN that match our bomb?

Hey, Boris,
how you doing?

Sorry to bust in
on you like that.

I have right to remain silent.

Yeah, well, you haven't heard
what I have to say yet.

Perimeter secure!

Reagan, I just spoke to the
doctor regarding Sergei
Sokolov-- he's conscious.

Great, let's go see if that
knucklehead's wised up.

Yeah. Throw him in an RMP.

DANNY:
I'll tell you, Sergei,
you're one tough man to kill.

(weakly):
I'm Russian.

Well, too bad you survived
only to learn that

we like you more and more for
the murder of Mischa Grushenko.

N-No...

No? Well, Maximilian Grushenko
thinks you killed his son.

Why shouldn't we?

Because I didn't.

Then who did?

(panting)

I don't know.

You know, Sergei...

I think you do know a lot more

than you're telling us
right now.

I don't know who killed Mischa.

Then what do you know?

I know who took Mischa
from party.

Who took Mischa
from the party, Sergei?

Sergei, who took
Mischa from the party?

Come on.

Her name is Svetlana Bayul.

Who is she?
Where do we find her?

Dress shop.

She used to work
at Anna Vayakovsky's dress shop.

That's your friend
Anna's dress shop.

(sighs)

We have visitors.

The cops?

What do they want now?

(door bells tinkle)

Hello, Detectives.

Uh, my partner here
and I believe

we know who killed Mischa.

Sergei Sokolov?

No, darling,
it wasn't Sergei.

Sergei was a very nice boy.

He'd never do such a thing.

Who was it then?

You want to tell her, Anna?

Come on, Mom.
We know about the plane ticket

you bought for Svetlana Bayul
back to Kiev.

Her mother was sick.

Okay, and we know
about the $2,000 money order

you sent her
on the day of the murders.

I don't understand. Svetlana who
used to work here killed Mischa?

No, my love.

It was Svetlana
who took Mischa from the party.

Svetlana was expecting I take
a picture of her and Mischa

to show you proof
he was a very bad man.

She wasn't expecting
I'd shoot him.

Shoot him?

Mama,

you?

I tried everything
to make you change your mind.

I didn't want you following
in my footsteps.

So, it's better--
her father,

now her mother's
in prison, as well?

There are different kinds
of prison.

I traded one for another,

so that my Sophia
could be set free.

Yeah, good choice.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say...

Yeah, I know all that.
You can save your breath.

DANNY:
Good. Suit yourself.

This is how much I love you,
Sophia, you understand?

Mother, no, please.

Tell me it's not true!

(sobs):
Mom, please.

We used to eat fries
and drink Cokes after school.

What happened to you?

We were children.

(Sophia sobbing)

Come on, Mom.

(sighs)

(seagulls cawing)

Take her right away.

That leaves Grushenko.

Wait until he tells his story
in open court.

Gonna feel like
you won the Super Bowl.

Well, not that
it's about winning or losing.

Or politics.

Was this a tough sell
to the clan?

I thought about that.

I bet you did.

Bet you didn't mind hurting
the mayor one bit, either.

Hey, do you want to live
in a city where the wealthy

and the powerful
can buy their own brand

of justice?

I'm sorry, sir.

I'm tired of being the monkey
in the middle on this one.

I should be going.

Do you want to live in a city

where the district attorney
can buy a drink

for his ace prosecutor?

In theory?

In five minutes.

I'll get my coat.

Think I'm gonna have to get a
little creative with this one.

Yup, do your thing.

You know I will.
Hmm.

Make sure
no one interrupts me.

What's this? You going
to get heavy with me now?

And do what?

Chop off the rest
of your fingers?
Hmm.

Maybe break your arm
in a few places?

The reality is,

if I thought it would
make you give up Grushenko,

I'd be happy to do that.

(scoffs)

Give up Grushenko.

(scoffs)

Yeah, you're not
gonna give up Grushenko.

I mean, why would you?

Well, here's the thing you don't
seem to understand, Boris,

and what Grushenko failed
to tell you

is that times have changed.

Yeah. And those bombs you make

in that little
Boom Boom Room of yours?

Those are now considered
weapons of mass destruction.

That's Federal.

What you are saying?

It's a capital offense,
dumb-dumb.

Death penalty?

Life without parole at best.

(sniffs)

You don't get it,
do you?

Boris, you're not like
a son to Grushenko.

You're nothing to him.

He doesn't give
a damn about you.

And for all he cares,
you're gonna rot

inside of a prison cell
for the rest of your life

for the hit
that he ordered on Sergei.

Yeah.

And if I can tie you to the hit
on the nightclub owner,

guess what?

He's gonna let you
take the hit for that one, too.

When all you really
probably only did

was just hold the guy down

while Grushenko took a blowtorch
to him and stuck a knife

right in the side of his head
and jammed it in...

I don't know what
you're talking about.
And jammed it in.

No. I don't. I-I...
And he jammed it in...

right through his skull
and into his brain.

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

Yes, you do.

But you're not gonna
give up Grushenko, are you?

No. 'Cause you're like
a son to him.

(clears throat)

Well, I got news
for you, Boris.

(chair thuds on floor)

You know what
Grushenko's doing right now?

He's probably walking
down the boardwalk

grieving his real son,

and laughing his ass off
about you.

Feds are on their way,
tough guy.

Hey, just wait. Wait.

Hey, come on, come back, eh?

Hey, just come-come back.
Hey, just... come...

Come on,
I give you Grushenko, okay?

For the nightclub guy!
For... for everything!

Just come on,
come back!

Come back! Hey,
come on. Hey! Hey!

I give you entire brigade!

Come. Come on.
Hey, come back. Hey!

Hi, Nicky. I just stopped off
to have a drink with, um...

with a colleague, and, uh,
so have dinner without me.

I'll be home
as soon as I can, okay?

All right. Love you.

How old is your
daughter now?

Uh, 14.

It's a great age.

For what?

You're right.

That's a miserable age.

It's all coming
back to me now.

I think about that, you know.

Your miserable adolescence?

Life with children,

and what that would be like.

Well, considering
you're a well-known ladies man

and a workaholic, I don't think

you're gonna have
to find out any time soon.

I'm willing to change.

50%.

Which 50%?

I think I'm gonna treat myself
to a cab tonight.

Nonsense.
I'll drop you off.

It's really not necessary.

I insist. Look, I'm
parked right up the block.

It really got colder since
we went in there, didn't it?

Yeah. Here.

Oh, no. You said you
were right down the...

Street.

I didn't ask for that.

You didn't?

*

*

*

Not bad.
Nailed Grushenko.

I'm sorry about Anna.

Sacrificed her whole life
for her kids.

Hope it's worth it.

Yeah, I know
it's twisted logic, but...

I don't know.

Kind of makes sense to me.

Is that crazy?

No. Makes sense.

In some dark, gloomy,
Russian kind of way.

Yeah.

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