All language subtitles for Blue Bloods - S1E18 - To Tell the Truth.en

* I am a diamond
in the rough *

* And one day
I'm going to shine *

* Just a little bit of love

* I can surely make you mine

* 'Cause I'm a man
on a mission *

* A man on a mission

* A man
on a mission *

(continues over radio):
* I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm-I'm

* I'm a man on a mission
(cell phone rings)

* A man on a mission...

What are you still doing up,
babe? It's after midnight.

You're either worried about me,
or you need something.

Oh... you think you got me
all figured out,

don't you, Danny Reagan?

Actually, I just called
to tell you that I love you.

Oh... I love you, too, babe.

And I need you
to bring me home some milk.

See? I knew it. I knew you
needed something. What else?

Um, an eight-to-four tour
would be nice.

Okay, I'll work on it.

Good-bye.

(phone beeps off)

*

MAN:
This is crazy, Ray.

You want to get arrested
for killing a bum like this?

(music plays)
Hey, Luis.
Hey.

How's it going?
Eh, so-so.

Hey, you got any
of those cookies, uh,

you know,
the ones your wife makes?

Polvorones.
Yeah.

She made a batch
fresh today.

Oh, yeah?
She didn't make me
no dinner,

but she made
the cookies.
She made the
cookies instead?

I'll take
a pound, then.
You got it.

I won't be disrespected.

We got a dozen guys that can
take care of this for you.

Let's be smart
about this, man.

*

Some things
you have to do yourself.

This is one.

Harlem's crawling with cops
at night.

Sure, crawling
with cops,

just not at shift change.

Luis, what'd you say those
cookies were called again?

Polvorones.

(heavy accent, slowly):
Polvorones.

Yeah, you got it.
Delicious.

Luis, call 911.

Police! Don't move!

(tires screech)

Hold it!

(tires screech, gun shots fire)

Hey. Hey, hey. You okay?
(labored breathing)

Hang on, kid.
Hang on, now.

Stay with me now.
Come on.

This is Detective Reagan.
Got a 10-85.

Shots fired; one down.

Corner of 135 and Frederick
Douglas. Hurry up! Come on.

Hey. Hey, hey, hey! Hey.

Stay with me, all right?

Look at me!
Stay right here, kid.

(labored breathing)
Hey, hey.

Come on, kid!
Called 911.

Stay... stay back.

Kid!

(sighs)
(cell phone rings and vibrates)

Reagan.

You're sure.

You're absolutely certain.

Thanks for letting me know.

Thank God.

DANNY: Check these bodegas
for surveillance videos.

Any surveillance videos
you can find, I want them.

Get a canvass going
of the whole block, all right?

I only got the last three digits
of the license plate,

but I need to know if anybody
got a complete plate

or a look at the guys
in the shooter car. You got me?

Good. Get on it.

Okay. No sign
of the vehicle yet.

Any ID on the vic?
Yeah.

David Taylor, 24, lives in,
uh, that building over there.

There's no priors.

(cell phone rings)
Let's go see if anybody's home.

Yeah, Dad.

FRANK:
You're amped up, Danny.

If the EMTs are still around,

have them check
your blood pressure.

Look, I'm not amped up,
Dad, okay?

A kid just died in my arms.

I'm pissed off.

That's my point.

I got no bullet holes
in me, okay, Dad?

Just please tell the family
I'm fine.

Don't worry, don't call me,
don't check up on me.

I got to deal with this,
all right?

I'll take care of it.

All right. Thank you.

(phone beeps off)

He's okay.

I know he's okay.

It's you I'm worried about, now.

I wasn't the one
dodging bullets tonight.

You know what I mean, Francis.

Danny's involved in a shooting.

I know where your mind went.

I hit up Saint Mike
on a daily basis,

to make sure you never
have to go through that again.

Well, tell him thank you

for looking after
my oldest tonight.

I was asleep.

I was sleeping
and my baby was lying dead

downstairs in the streets.

Well, we're very sorry
for your loss, ma'am.

Mrs. Taylor, I know this is
very difficult for you,

but do you have any idea

if David had any enemies,
or problems with...

I know what
you're thinking.

This neighborhood,
this time of night.

But David isn't into drugs
or anything like that.

He's a good son.

He teaches children
with learning disabilities

and autism.
All we want to do

is find out who did this
to your son, ma'am.

Maybe it was an accident.

Maybe so.

Uh, did you happen
to know

where David was going tonight?

MRS. TAYLOR:
I was sleeping.

I have an early shift
at the hospital.

I'm a nurse's aide.

Mom. Mom? Mom?
Sir...

I got here as soon
as I could.
Oh!

That's all right, honey.
It's all right.

(Mrs. Taylor whines)
That's all right, Mom.

Everything's going
to be okay. I'm here.

These are detectives.

They just wanted
to ask me some questions.

Mark Taylor, David's brother.
Detective Reagan.

This is my partner,
Detective Curatola.

I'm very sorry for your loss.

Do you have any idea
if your brother

had any problems with anyone?

No. No, I don't.

My brother is
dead. Please.

Look at my poor mother.

She needs some time, okay?

Of course.

Okay. We'll talk another time.

But, uh, look, here's my card,

if you think of anything.
Thank you.

MRS. TAYLOR:
Detective?

This is David's
favorite sweatshirt.
Mom.

Mom.
Can you see to it
that they put it on him?

I don't want him to get cold.

It's okay.

Of course
we'll see to it, ma'am.

It's okay.

It's okay.
I'm here. Okay.

DANNY: Everything about
this shooter, Jack--

the way he was dressed,
the pricey vehicle,

even the way
he shot David Taylor.

It's not his first barbecue.

And the vic's phone dumps--
they're leading me nowhere.

Yeah, same here.

I got every felony arrest
in the victim's precinct

and surrounding matching
the shooter's description.

I'm coming up with squat.

What about the Gang Unit
collars? Want me to check them?

I already did it. You know
what, check Summons Tracking

for parking violations
on Hummers.

It's not a very common
vehicle for that area.

That's a good idea.

I mean, these guys aren't likely
to fill the meters and obey,

uh, alternate side street
parking rules.

Bingo.
What do you got?

Um... last three digits
of the license plate match.

That's our vehicle.

Who's it registered to?
Uh...

The Peru Helps Foundation.

Let's see what that is.

DANNY:
That's the guy.

Where?
That's the... right there.

That's the shooter.

JACKIE: "Peru Businessman
Harlem's Savior.

Raymundo Salazar,
a self-described philanthropist,

but with suspected ties
to South American drug cartel,

donated a million dollars to the
Harlem Regeneration Project."

I don't know any saviors
that carry Glocks

and shoot kids in cold blood.
That guy is the shooter.

Raymundo Salazar
is a Peruvian drug lord.

He runs the El Mal crew,
which is

the largest cocaine smuggling
pipeline into New York.

The DEA estimates his take
is $400,000 per week.

(knocking on door)
That's a lot of overtime.

Hi. Thank you for coming.

This is Lyle Greene,
Special Narcotics Prosecutor.

This is my brother, Danny.

Lyle is, um, very familiar
with Salazar.

Very familiar, and
very unsuccessful.

Salazar's still
on the street.

And subtlety is not
his strong suit.

Must run in the family.

Salazar has been
on our radar

since over a year ago,

when cheap Peruvian powder
starting flooding the city.

We haven't been able
to directly link him

to the drug supply.

And we've never found a witness
willing to testify against him.

I guess today's your
lucky day, then.

Our Peruvian counterparts
tell us he has a history

of torturing and killing
potential witnesses

in his home country.

This was the body of a
lieutenant in his organization

who agreed to testify
against Salazar.

He was killed,
in broad daylight, in Lima,

by one of Salazar's men.

Not a single witness
would come forward.

Until now.

You sure it was him?
It was him.

It was dark.
You were under fire.

I just told you. It was him.

That's how Salazar's lawyers
are going to go after you

on the stand,
if you find him.

I'll find him.
He's constantly
on the move.

He never stays more than one
night in the same place.

He changes his addresses
and vehicles like underwear.

I tell you what.
When I lock his ass up,

I'll know exactly
where to find him.

Is that the DEA transcripts
and tracking data?

Right. All here.

You know the one thing
I can't figure out?

Is why a kingpin like Salazar
would go to the effort

of doing a hit on a clean
kid like David Taylor?

I mean, wouldn't he use
one of his gang to do it?

ERIN:
Well, there is a connection.

According to the DEA, Mark
Taylor, the victim's brother,

was suspected
of funneling money

from El Mal into money market
accounts on Wall Street.

But we never found proof
of that.

Keep me posted.

Thank you.

Look, I know what
you're going to say.

I'll be nicer next time.

No, I like that you don't
sugarcoat anything.

It's refreshing after
a full day of lawyers.

What I wanted to say was...

I'm glad you're okay.

Aw... Sis. See?

I knew all that
playing Superman as
kids would work out.

I'm bulletproof still.

Yeah, well, Salazar thinks
he's bulletproof, too.

Be careful.
I will.

Thanks for coming down,
Mr. Taylor.

We've identified the person
who killed your brother.

Who was it?

Raymundo Salazar.

We'd like for you
to help us find him.

We have been checking
out his known haunts,

and we're coming up dry.

I'm sorry.
I don't, uh,

I don't know
who that is.

Yes, you do.

You launder money
for him.

(chuckles)
No, I don't.

Yeah, you do.
What happened,

your Wall Street
bonuses weren't
enough for you?

If you had any proof, the SEC
would already have my license

and I would be in jail.

Come on, Mark, this guy's
a major drug kingpin

who killed your brother,
a clean kid.

Why would he do that
if it wasn't personal, hmm?

If it was personal,

then it probably had
something to do with you.

What were you doing, Mark,
stealing money from Salazar?

No!

You know, I watched him
kill your brother.

Your brother died in my arms.

Hey, look at me.

You gonna let this guy
get away with that?

You gonna help us find
his killer?

Look, I don't know why Raymundo
Salazar killed my brother.

Yes, you do.

Look, then just tell us
where to find him.

If he knew I told you anything,
he would kill me, too.

Do the right thing,
Mark.

You don't want to do it for us,

you don't want to do it
for your dead brother,

do it for your brokenhearted
mother, okay?

Tell us where to find him.

When he comes to New York,

Salazar, sometimes he stays
with a girlfriend in Harlem.

Her name is Sylvia.

Where do we find this Sylvia?

She works at a barbershop
on 125th Street.

Sylvia, police.
Keep walking.

I need to ask you
some questions

about your boyfriend
Raymundo Salazar.

Never heard of him.

Maybe I'll refresh your memory.
Get in the car.

Come on, get inside.

Come on.
Scoot over.

All right, Raymundo Salazar.

I never seen
him before.

Oh, you never seen him.
No.

Okay, well,
maybe you've seen

some of his victims,
like this guy.

He was doused in gasoline
and set on fire.

And then there's this guy,
he was buried alive.

Maybe you've seen his latest
victim, David Taylor.

Oh, you know him?

No.
Really?

Salazar shot him in the chest,
killed him.

Strange,

but when David died in my arms
the other night,

he had the same bracelet
on as you.

What a coincidence.

Did he give you that bracelet?

So you and David Taylor
are together?

You tell us
about it here

or we're gonna have
to take you down to the station,

you can tell us there.

We'll take her down
to the station.

SYLVIA:
No.

(engine starting)
Wait.

No, no, no,
we're going to the station.

I met David a few months ago
at a party,

at his brother's place.

Mark Taylor.

Started talking and told him
I want to get my GED.

He started tutoring me.

He's really sweet.

So cute, you know?

He's so funny.

You ever meet someone like that?

Someone you just want
to be with all the time?

Yeah, I married her.
So what happened?

Salazar find out
about you and David?

Yeah. He started asking
questions about David.

Told him he was
just tutoring me,

but told me not to see him
anymore.

And did you?

No.

(horn blaring nearby)

Couldn't.

Thought we could keep it
a secret, but...

(sobbing)

Can't keep secrets
from a guy like Salazar.

Why don't you tell us
where we could find him?

You know what he would do to me?

He would...

I know what he did
to David Taylor.

What do you think,
you're gonna get

a free pass from him?
No.

(sobbing):
Please, please.

Listen, I watched him kill
David.

I'm gonna testify
against Salazar in
a court of law.

I'm gonna put his ass away
for the rest of his life

so you won't have to look over
your shoulder

for the rest of yours.

Okay.

You gotta tell us
where we could find him.

Lupino is his lieutenant.

He called the shop today

to make an appointment
for Salazar.

He's scheduled to come in
tomorrow at 10:00.

Okay.

You guys finish your homework
first,

then come down.

What's for dessert, babe?

You know what I noticed
about you tonight?

What, that I look
incredibly handsome?

You change the subject
every time

I bring up Raymundo Salazar.

Who?
Very funny.
You can joke

all you want, but no one has
ever testified against him.

And if they try,
he has them killed

before they get a chance.
Look, honey,
you gotta stop

believing everything you read
in the newspapers, okay?

And he's on the FBI's
Most Wanted list.

And guess who's on my most
wanted list right now?

What?
Forget it.

You can't be serious!

Look, all right,
I'm sorry, okay?

I just don't want you
to worry about me.

I got enough people worried
about me already.

Look, I'm testifying
against him.

I watched this guy kill
an innocent kid in cold blood.

I'm gonna testify.

You know, this is not some...

corner drug dealer
we're talking about.
Well,

since we're on the subject,
you know if we grab him up,

I'm probably gonna have to send
you and the boys over to Dad's

for a couple days,
just for safety.

Are you serious?

What do you want me
to do?

It's a precaution.
When?

Tomorrow, so you should probably
start packing tonight.

I don't like this.

I don't like it either!

Look, what do you want me to do?

Just think of it as like
a nice midweek vacation

for you and the boys, okay?

You'll have fun.
Okay.

All right.
I'm gonna have
a blast.

Mm-hmm.
What am I gonna
do with you?

Mmm, I can think
of a lot of things

you can do with me right now.

Don't worry.

It's gonna be all right.

Hey. Police. Let's go.

Put your hands up
against the wall.

Let's go.

Raymundo Salazar,
change of plans, buddy.

What are you
talking about?

You're under arrest
for the murder of David Taylor.

Good thing you missed me.

Nice haircut, by
the way. Let's go.

Hey, babe. No, everything's
going according to plan.

There's two detectives
at the boys' school.

Right after dismissal,
they'll pick 'em up

and bring 'em over
to the place I told ya.

We're gonna proceed with your
pickup the same way

we did in the '06 case,
all right?

I got it.
You got nothing to worry about.

Hey, I love you.

I love you, too.
I'll check in later.

Yeah.

You almost done
with this mutt's pedigree?

Yeah.

It's a shame to waste your time
and you paper.

I not gonna be here long.

Mmm, ice in his veins, this one.

Yeah, and you know what
for brains.

You're going down
for A1 felony, bub.

Take him downtown, Jack.
Yep.

We'll see.

We'll see?

You know, you might be able
to intimidate

the rest of your witnesses,
but you won't intimidate me.

Well, well, well.

Looks like
you made a friend.

I try. What's up?

I wanted you to know
I'm convening

the grand jury on Friday
to get an indictment.

I need you
to be there.

Two days?
I'm impressed.

It'll be the first time

we've been able to
make charges stick.

Yeah, well, maybe you're
a little bit worried

that Salazar may try to
have me killed. Coffee?

Salazar-- I don't put anything
past that animal.

Well, that animal has never
run into a Reagan before.

FRANK:
Good afternoon.
Thanks for coming.

The New York City Police
Department is announcing

the capture and arrest

of alleged drug kingpin
Raymundo Salazar.

He was taken into custody
without incident this morning

by NYPD detectives
and is being held

pending indictment for the
murder of David Taylor.

Questions? John.

Commissioner, rumors are that
the arresting officer was

your son Daniel Reagan;
that he was

involved in a gun battle
with the suspect, and is

your eyewitness.
Will you confirm?

No.

The El Mal crew has a history
of witness intimidation.

Does that concern you?

No.

When can we expect
an indictment?

I'll take that.

Special Narcotics prosecutor
Lyle Greene.

First of all, I want to thank

the New York City
Police Department

for their excellent work
in apprehending Mr. Salazar.

As to the indictment, we expect
that after Detective Reagan

testifies before the grand jury
Friday afternoon,

they will vote to indict
swiftly and surely.

That's all for today. Thank you.

(reporters clamoring)

(reporters shouting questions)

Your grandstanding
for a sound bite

just confirmed
our witness's name.

I apologize.

I can understand you're
sensitive-- it's your son.

I'm always sensitive when
my people are put in harm's way.

The guy from Dia Noticias
all but announced it.

And where did that come from?

It didn't come from my people.

You got a leak.

Ready to go?

Yeah, one sec.

Here, let me help you.

Thanks.

What precinct do you guys
normally work out of?

Midtown usually.

Oh, yeah?
North or South?

North.

Up on 67th, right?

Yeah, that's it.

You know what?

I think I forgot
my wallet.

(grunting)

(muffled yelling)

(muffled scream)

(grunts)

Oh, thank you.

Oh. M.E. just released
the autopsy.

Uh... a 9mm slug
was sent to ballistics.

Well, my eye-wit or not, I'd
sure like to have that gun.

Mm-hmm.

All right. Just brung up
Salazar's right-hand man

Jorge Lupino.

He was arrested in 2009
for Assault One. Huh.

Guess what the result was?

Witness recanted.

(gasps)
Surprise, surprise.

(phone rings)

Reagan.

What do you mean?

Nah. No, I'll call her.

Yeah. Yeah,
I'll call you back.

Everything good?
Yeah, should be.

(phone line ringing)

(phone ringing)

Hello, Detective.

Who's this?

This is your worst nightmare.

Come on. Put Lin on the phone.

She's not available right now,

and won't be until you decide
not to testify

against Salazar
in the grand jury hearing.

Who is this?

Let me speak
to my wife right now.

She's kind of pretty.

Keep her that way.

And, amigo,
don't try to find her,

or we'll know about it.

If you hurt one hair on her
head, I promise you...

Hello?

Hello?

(sighs)

(low moan)

HENRY:
Nothing like a grilled cheese
sandwich on a chilly night.

What did you tell the kids
when you picked them up?

I...

Hey. Where's Sean and Jack?

In doing homework.

Don't worry.
They don't know anything?

Daddy!
Daddy!

Hey. Hey.

Daddy!
Hey.

Hey.

Hey, guys.

Daddy, great-grandpa picked us
up with two men in a cop car!

Yeah?

That's great.

Well, I used to have
your grandpa's job, remember.

I just thought

it would be fun for them.

JACK:
Where's Mom?

Um, Mom's going to stay
at a spa tonight, boys.

It's an early birthday gift.
JACK: Oh.

That way
it can be boys' night out.

Just you guys, okay?

Well, when is she coming back?

Jack, I have a feeling

you know
where I hide the video games.

I do, Grandpa.

Well, I'm feeling
generous tonight.

You got exactly one hour.

Let's go! Come on!
Let's go!

Come on, Sean!
Run!

(sighs)

What's wrong?

They got Linda, Dad.

(phone line ringing)

LINDA (on recording):
Hi. This is Linda.

Please leave your name
and number

and I'll get back to you
as soon as I can. Thanks.

(beep)

This is Detective Daniel Reagan.

I want proof of life.

You're going to call me back

and put my wife Linda
on the phone

and let me speak to her,

or I promise you,
your boss is going down.

And then I'm gonna come
and I'm gonna find you.

And I'm gonna rip your friggin'
heart right out of your chest,

do you understand me?

Hey, Dad. What's going on?

Thanks for coming.
Yeah.

Erin's going to join us.

Oh.

Want something to eat?

No. I'm good.
I got to get back.

Here she is.

Something's happened?

They have Linda.

What about the boys?

They're safe.

They're with Pop.

What are we going to do?

Well,

it is, um...

my considered opinion

that if this gets out,

if the media gets ahold of it,

she won't have much
of a chance.

JACKIE:
I don't understand.

Is there something
I'm not getting?

I'm failing to understand
why we're even here.

I need to have a conversation
with the guy, that's all.

About what? I mean,
what didn't we cover

when we were speaking
to him yesterday?

I need to talk to him alone.

(beeping)

Why do you need
to talk to him at all?

I'll be a minute.

Where is she?

Who?

My wife.

You want to play dumb, huh?

Well, I came
to make you a promise.

I will get
on that stand tomorrow

and I will testify,

and you will spend the rest
of your life in prison.

When I'm done with you,

I'm going to round up
the rest of the El Mal crew,

and I'm gonna spread the word

that Raymundo Salazar
cooperated,

and I think you know
what's going to happen

to you after that.

You're playing a very
dangerous game, Detective.

I'm not playing.

(pounds twice on door)

(beeping)

You want to tell me
what's going on?

You bring me here,

and then you leave me
standing outside.

You look like hell.

I don't even know
what we're doing here.

And now you're going to testify
against this guy tomorrow.

What is happening?

Yeah.

Talk to me.

I'll tell you outside.

(no audio)

*

Sir, here's the material
you requested.

Did TARU isolate
the phone dumps

from the throwaway phones?

Yes, sir.

And this is all calls,
incoming and outgoing,

from the phone we confiscated

from Salazar at his arrest.

This is cross-referenced data

from all known associates.

And this is all pertinent data

from all personnel involved
in the Salazar case.

Thank you.

Rest of the schedule,

Councilman Singer at 16:00.

Chiefs' briefing

at 16:45, and DCPI at...

Danny's wife's been taken.

I'll clear the schedule, sir.

(sighs)

(door closes)

Hi. Anything?

I spoke to three El Mals,
all doing major time.

They gave me a few addresses,

but none of them panned out.

Although, one of them did
confirm our suspicion.

Salazar's definitely
getting information

from somebody in the inside.

He doesn't know
who it is, though.

This guy thinks it might be
a cop. He doesn't know.

Oh, I hate to think that.

You got anything?

Well, uh...

working on the cell report.

Your first call to Linda
pinged off a tower

near the Third
Avenue Bridge.
Okay.

The second call, the
FDR tower in Harlem.

Trouble is, we lost the ping.

Knowing Linda, it's probably
her cell phone battery died.

We're narrowing it down, Reagan.

I know.

Hey, what are you
guys working on?

You never seem to go home.

You checking up on us?

Easy, I'm just
making conversation.

Make it somewhere else.

(sighs)

I know this is
a stupid question,

but are you okay?

Yeah. No.

We're going to
figure it out, okay?

I know.

(cell phone rings)

Yeah, Dad.

They found the Hummer

under the 59th Street Bridge.

And, Danny,
there's a body in the car.

An unidentified female.

I'm on my way.

They found a body, a female,
under the 59th Street Bridge.

Okay, okay. I'll drive.

Car's ready, sir.

Danny.

It's not her!
It's not Linda.

Dad, are you sure?

I'm sure.

You okay?

Yeah.
All right.

Preliminary indicates

Sylvia Montoya.

Okay.

Salazar's girlfriend.

Yeah.

She's the one
that led us to him.

I'm thinking it
wasn't enough for him

to kill her lover.
He had to see her dead, too.

Oh, God.

HENRY:
All these cell phone records.

People waste half
their life on the phone.

We need to ask TARU
to make a subset

of where all these
throwaway phones are sold.

FRANK:
Hello.
In here.

How's Danny?

I sent him back to the station
to try to get some sleep.

As if any of us can.

There's a mountain
of stuff here.

They got to have someone
on the inside.

Erin had a good idea,
but it went right over my head.

Something about where
these phones were purchased.

(footsteps approaching)

Hey. Thought you went home.

Thought you went home.

You need to eat.

Yeah.

Chinese food, huh?

Yeah.

WOMAN:
Good morning, Commissioner.

Hey.

What's up?
(clears throat)

Well, you know how much
I like working on cars?

How's mine,
by the way?

Perfect.

Anyway, I got the Five's
from last night,

and there was all this stuff in
there about the Hummer, right?

Car was completely tricked out.

Bulletproof armor,

hidden drop boxes
and hydraulic trapdoors.

Very high-end stuff.

Where would somebody go
to get that kind of work done?

Most of the small body shops,
they just...

Here's your coffee.
Thanks, Mary.

They just build these traps in
the natural cavities of a car,

but this kind of work
can cost 50 grand.

Out of all five boroughs,
it came back down to one shop.

They trick out vehicles
for celebrities, rappers,

and my guess would be
high-end drug dealers.

Does Danny know?

Yeah, he does now.

That's detective-level
police work, Officer Reagan.

Thought you were
working a tour today.

I called in sick, Commissioner.

(laughs)

MAN:
I don't know who

customized that car.
It wasn't me.

Oh, it was you.
The Hummer was tricked out here,

and you're the guy
who tricked it out.

now tell me where you
dropped off the Hummer.

Look, I'd give up an
address if I were you.

I got work to do.

Well, I got work to do.

What are you doing, man?
You could blind me for life.

You're gonna tell me
where you dropped the Hummer,

or I'm gonna torch you and

this whole damn place.
What, are you, crazy?

Yes, he is.

Tell me!

I didn't drop it off anyplace.

This is El Mal!
They don't give you an address

and a phone number!
Not good enough!

Tell me where
you dropped off the Hummer.

Look, okay, okay,
stop, man, stop! Look.

Look, I delivered
a trapped-out Benz

for those people
up in Harlem.

Some grungy squat.

36 West 128th.

Come on.
I find out
you're lying,

I'm coming back
to finish the job.

We got a good address in Harlem.

I'll have ESU
and a bus standing by.

If it looks good,

execute the raid.

Three, two, one. Go.

(officers shouting)

(indistinct shouting)

Where's my wife?

Look, she's not here, man.

I said, where is she?

Against the wall.
Go ahead.

(sighs)

2064 Fifth Avenue, all right?

I got an address, Jack.
Somebody cuff him.

Come on.

(door creaks)

(grunts)

(grunting)

Linda?!

Linda?!

(muffled groaning)

I got him. I got him.

Come on!

(muffled shouts)

OFFICER:
Second floor clear.

Is anyone else in here?

Okay. Okay.

Okay.
(groans)

Okay, baby.

Oh, Danny.

It's all right.

Okay.
Oh.

(sighs)

On your stomach.
Turn over.

Turn over!
Hands behind your back!

Are you okay?
I'm okay.

You promise?
Yeah.

Did they hurt you?
No.

I knew you
would find me.

I knew you would.

(sighs)

I'm sorry to have inconvenienced
our panel.

It seems our witness
is a no-show.

Mr. Salazar,
in light of the fact

the State can't produce a weapon
or any physical evidence

linking you to the murder,
we have no choice

(door opens)
but to release...

Sorry. My apologies
for being late.

Detective Reagan, witness
to the murder of David Taylor.

You wanted to see me,
Commissioner?

Thanks for coming.

You know my daughter Erin.

Hi, Lyle.

Please, sit down.

Erin and I were going
out to dinner

to celebrate.

Great thing for the NYPD
and the DA's office,

this indictment.

Yeah, there will
be many indictments

out of this
investigation.

You know,

sometimes, Lyle, I am just
so proud of my daughter.

But I'm getting ahead
of myself. Erin?

See, there were phone calls made
with your throwaway phones.

What throwaway phones?

The ones that you bought
at Bleecker Street Electronics

right around the corner

from your apartment.

FRANK:
You were smart
and paid cash,

but the owner ID'd you.

He must be mistaken.

Well, see, we found the
store because we noticed

most of the phone calls to
and from Salazar and his crew

were from throwaway phones
sold at one location.

Then we noticed the
proximity to you.

And then, we concentrated
on you, Lyle.

You were the mole.

FRANK:
Oh, we'll get an
indictment, Lyle.

And then, when we go to trial,

we'll produce a key witness
against you-- Raymundo Salazar.

ERIN:
Yeah, because once he finds out
you can't help him anymore,

he's going to trade you in
like a used car.

I'm leaving.

Lyle Greene,
you're under arrest

for bribe receiving
and official misconduct.

Would you like
to do the honors, sweetheart?

Sure.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can and
will be used against you

in the court of law.

You have the right to
speak to an attorney,

and to have that attorney
present during questioning.

If you cannot afford a lawyer,
one will be appointed to you.

I make a mean coleslaw,

but I can't touch
this concoction by Tilden's.

I can't identify
the mystery ingredient.

Probably sugar.

Yeah?
Yeah.

Where's Mom and Dad?

Well, I guess they're late.

I miss Mom.

You've been a real trooper,
Sean.

You, too, Jack.

(door closes)
DANNY:
Hey, we're here.

HENRY:
Hey.
Mommy.

Hey, Mom.

There they are.

Welcome back.

Hey, Aunt Linda.

I missed you, Mommy.

How was your
time at the spa?

My time at the spa was...

fabulous.

Those mud baths

are awesome.

I'm really glad
to see you, Mom.

You said it, kid.

HENRY:
Hey, guys,

we've only got a small window

for this fish and chips.

Otherwise, it's
gonna be cold batter

and soggy fries.
I'm okay.

Mommy, Grandpa let us
stay up until midnight

and play video games.

What?

Hey, what did I tell you guys?

Whatever happens with Grandpa

has to stay with Grandpa.

FRANK:
I would, uh, like

to say something.

Uh, I don't want
to get corny,

but I would just
like to say that, uh,

I feel very lucky
to have you all here.

And I know your mother,
your grandmother,

would feel the same way.

I know people
don't make time

for this kind of thing nowadays,
but, uh...

I'm glad we do.

Family's what makes us strong.

(Linda chuckles softly)

And, Linda...

I'm glad you had a nice time
at the spa.

Why, thank you.

And I thought you might like
to say grace.

Bless us, O Lord,

for these gifts

which we are about
to receive...

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