All language subtitles for Blue Bloods - S1E21 - Cellar Boy.en

(Henry clears his throat)

Morning, Pop.
You're up early.

Uh, couldn't sleep.

You've been up since 3:30.

I heard you banging around.

Well... mayor's coming in.

He's on my case
about the budget.

You've been thinking about Joe.

I always think about Joe.

It's coming up on two years.

Our kids are supposed
to bury us.

I know I didn't personally
order that warrant enforced,

but I was his commissioner.

And sometimes
at night, alone...

I find myself left
with an inescapable truth:

my son was killed on my watch.

(cell phone rings)
Francis, you can't think like...

(house phone ringing)

What's up?

Hello?
What?

All right, I'll tell him.

When did this call come in?

Tell my detail

I'm going to want to stop there
on the way in.

(phone beeps)

That was Danny.

(sighs)

(people chattering)

FRANK:
As you were.

Frank, is it true
about the Clearys?

We'll let you
know, Barbara.

Please stand back.

Pop.

I understand.

You go ahead, Francis.

Commissioner. Sir.

Danny.

I was on my way
into work.

Had to ask twice when
they said the address.

Wouldn't sink in.

Different if it's
someone you know.
Yeah.

Chief of D's thought
you'd have the advantage,

this being
your home turf.
Okay.

FRANK:
Him first, then her.

Yeah. Maid came in
this morning to work

and found them like this.

She ran across the street.
Fitzgeralds called 911.

Forced entry? Robbery?
Doesn't look like it.

M.E. puts it sometime
last night.

He's asleep in front of
the TV, she comes down...

Killing was done quick.

Eunice... has defensive wounds.

(rubber gloves snap)
I got to tell you,

I don't want to think
what I'm thinking, Dad.

Sir? The daughter just arrived.

HENRY:
Easy, easy. Annie.

You can't go in there.
Nobody can.
Please...

Please. Danny,

Mr. Reagan,
what's going on?

Mrs. Fitzgerald said something
happened to Mom and Dad.

I'm sorry, Annie.
What do you mean?

What are you talking about?

Ann!
Al.

What's happening?
What's going on?

It's Mom and Dad.
What? Are they all right?

Are they inside?

You can't go inside, Al.

It's a crime scene.

Crime scene?

AL:
Please, Mr. Reagan,
just tell me.

Danny...

They were attacked last night
and found this morning.

That's all we can say.

(sobs)

What happened?

We can't say.

Danny... please.

This is me.

He'd say that to anyone, Al.

It's an ongoing investigation.

Where's our brother?

Where's Ronnie?

(Frank sighs)

He's not here.

AL: Danny, I knew something
was going to happen.

Ever since they let
Ronnie move back in.

We can't jump
to conclusions, Al.

If it's not true, Ann,
where is he?

Listen, we called the
warehouse where Ronnie works.

He didn't show up for
work this morning.

Do you have any idea where
he might have gone?

A friend's house,
a girlfriend?
Friends?

Danny... this is Ronnie
we're talking about.

What friends
he hasn't stolen from,

he cut off years ago.

The only friend who stood
by him was his sponsor.

(sighs) I only know his first
name, but, uh,

Ronnie was going to meetings

down at the Methodist Church,
on Grove.

Do you know when the last time
you saw your parents,

or spoke to them last?

Yesterday.

I stopped by on my way home
from work.

I talk to my mom every day.

She seemed fine.

Dad left the dealership
same as always, around 6:00.

And where were you
last night, Al?

What?

Come on, Al. I got to ask
the questions, all right?

Yeah, uh... I was home.

You were with Sharon
and the kids?

They're in Florida.
Her father's sick.

Okay, and where were you
last night, Ann?

I was home.
Can anybody

verify that for you?

Um, the doorman.

AL:
What happens now?

I mean, when do we get
to see them?

I have to see them, Danny.

One of you are going to have
to come down to the morgue

and identify the bodies.

I can't believe this.

This can't be happening.
I hope

that you find my brother
before I do.

Me, too.

JACKIE: You want to bring me
up to speed?

Yeah. Take a look
for yourself.

All right. So...

So... it's a lot harder when
you know the people, huh?

Yeah, that's what
my old man always said.

Got a canine
unit out looking

for the murder weapon.
There's a, uh,

empty slot in the
kitchen knife rack

that's consistent with the
size of the stab wounds.

Pretty distinct footprints
through the blood, here.

DANNY:
Yep. Made by a one person.

Hey, Jackie.
Hey.

Just talked to Dad.

You really think
Ronnie did this?

Well, he's definitely
a person of interest.

Have a seat.

We're looking at anybody

who had motive
or access to the house,

which would be the maid,
relatives,

Mr. Cleary's employees.

But I got to tell you,
Mrs. Fitzgerald

does put Ronnie
at the house last night.

She said she saw him when she
was walking the dog

and he was coming home.

There's always been trouble
there, but this?

What kind of trouble?
Mr. Cleary

rode those kids
something terrible.

Mostly the boys,
and mostly Ronnie.

Al ended up working for him
at the car dealership.

Yeah, but Al was always
more resilient.

Ronnie's... sensitive.

Mr. Cleary called Ronnie
"cellar boy."

I mean,
he thought it was funny.

Ronnie used to cringe at that.

What's "cellar boy"?

He moved into the basement
when he was 14.

I don't know
what came first,

him moving down to the basement
or did he move down

to the basement
to drink and smoke pot.

Where's the mother
in all of this?

Rose-colored glasses, I guess.

Yep, they had
some knock-down-drag-outs

over there, let me tell you.

And they just had one
last year--

a... a sector car
responded to a 52.

Ronnie and Mr. Cleary
going at it again.

35-year-old living at home?

What's that all about?
ERIN: You name it.

Bipolar, using.
He'd move out,

switch states, switch
jobs, get in trouble,

move back in, get cleaned up.

Some clean up.

You have any
idea where he is?
No.

We've got a FINEST message
out on his car,

and his AA sponsor said
if he hears from Ronnie,

he'll give us a call.

Poor Ronnie.

Poor Ronnie?

Take a look at these photos--
poor Ronnie.

Mr. and Mrs. Cleary
at the crime scene.

Nice, huh?

MALEVSKY:
Reagan. Hey!

Quite the early bird.

Uh, Sergeant Renzulli's good
work ethic is wearing off on me.

Ah, your brother Joe's car.

And now it's yours.

What brings you down here,
Detective Malevsky?

Why do you ask?

No reason.
"No reason."

There's an answer
for the ages.

Be safe.

Hey, Sergeant.
Beach boy.

What, do you got a tan
or something? Huh?

It's 55 degrees and you're,
uh, laying out?

Might be how you spent

your day off,
Sarge, but...

I was working
on my car.

The Chevelle?

Yeah.
Ooh...

Don't make me drool.

Where's my gun?

Huh?
My service weapon.

I always keep it here
on the top shelf.

It's gone.

You sure you didn't
take it home?

I can't tell you how
many times...
No, I'm sure.

I-I never take
my service weapon home.

I swap it out
with my off-duty...

after every tour.
Probably a prank

one of the other guys in the
precinct's pulling on you.

You tick anybody off?
Besides me, of course.

No.
Only thing is...

I wouldn't steal your gun,
I would steal your car.

Listen to me.

Hey! Take everything

out of the locker
and go through the bag again.

Then go back home and go over
every square inch of it

for that weapon before you
report it to the C.O.

All right.
'Cause then
it becomes official

and you're back under
IA investigation.

IA? Again?
Oh, yeah.

Losing your gun:
that is not nothing, kid.

Sarge, I just saw
Sonny Malevsky out front.

Was he... was he back here?

In here? No.

He was... at the front desk

schmoozing with the guys
when I came in.

Why?

No reason. But didn't you say

you could get past
these locks with a...

a pair of scissors,
a pencil and a soda can?

You think he stole your gun?

No, I...

Never mind. I, uh...

I don't know why I said that.

The mayor, sir.

I asked you to cut
ten percent from your budget.

You missed by a mile.

I cut everything I could without
crippling this department.

Well, then your department
is frozen.

And we'll postpone
your June Academy class.

If we don't bring
those cops on line,

we will be reduced
to 1992 levels.

There's no money, Frank.

I am not raising taxes
because of you.

In an election year.

In any year!

And every department
shares the pain here.

I will not police this city

with those kind
of reductions of force.

And nobody, including you,

will want the kind of pain
it brings.

Now, is that a threat, Frank?

The threat here is
to the citizens who elected you,

and the $30 billion tourist
industry we all depend on.

Give me a break, okay?

And the way you injected racism

into that tourist shooting--
it-it...

Oh, race was

already driving the story.

I just said it out loud.

You're not my
Chamber of Commerce.

Just stick to what you know.

What I know is, you cannot
cut this force any further.

No, you listen to me.

I am going to the City Council
with my budget,

with our Commissioners of Fire,
Sanitation, Transportation--

all who have been
far more cooperative--

and with you,
standing alongside me.

And if you try
to make me look bad,

you'll be bringing
a knife to a gunfight.

I promise you.

(door opens and closes)

All right, well,
there's plenty of motive here.

I mean, there's a giant
insurance policy, and the house.

Yeah, but Ronnie's
not the only one.

I mean, all three of these
kids stand to inherit.

All right,
so Ann Cleary's doorman--

he confirmed the alibi?

Yeah. She came home
as per usual,

though that doesn't mean
she might not've left later,

so we'll check ARGUS
for video footage.

What about Al Cleary?

Al Cleary says
he was home alone.

Gotta try to find something
to corroborate that.

About Al--
the car dealership was failing.

Two salesmen were let go
in the past couple months.

All right, let's make sure
we talk to those two. What else?

So the father's pouring
all of his personal money

into keeping
the business afloat,

and he's taking
out of the inheritance.

Al can't be too happy
about that.

Okay, but money problems.

I mean, the neighbor told me
that old man Cleary

had just booked a
round-the-world cruise trip

for, uh, him and the wife,

That their anniversary was
coming up, and the ticket cost

somewhere in the ballpark
of $100,000.

Well, he may have booked that,

but he hasn't started
payment on that yet.

(phone rings)

Reagan.

(phone rings)
Yeah.

Curatola.

You got caller ID on that?

Great. Yeah, we're on our way.
Uh-huh.

Okay, got it.
Get your hat
and coat.

That was Ronnie's AA sponsor.

He says Ronnie called him
from the Rest-Well Motel.

He sounds suicidal.

Well, FINEST message
paid off, too.

Patrol spotted Cleary's car in
the parking lot of guess where?

Rest-Well Motel. All right.

This is Detective Reagan.

I need a ESU and a patrol
to 85 us forthwith

at the Rest-Well Motel
in Sunset Park.

We got an emotionally disturbed
homicide suspect.

Go on! Go on, shoot me,

you sons of bitches!

Just put down the axe.
We can talk about this.

Nobody wants to hurt you.

I don't want to talk, okay?!

I don't want to talk!
You come up and get me!

Cleary, please, come on now.

Come on. Come on!

RONNIE:
Come on!

(Ronnie and officer shouting)

Go on, shoot!

Okay, what do we got?

He was coming back with
take-out. He's hyped up.

He smashed the firebox
to get an axe.

All right. Probably trying
to commit suicide by cop.

I know this guy,
I can get close to him.

All right?
I'm going to take over.
RONNIE: Do it! Do it!

Okay, yeah.
Let me borrow this, all right?

RONNIE:
Come on, do it!

Shoot me!

Hey, Ronnie!

Oh.

It's me! It's Danny Reagan!
You remember?

Yeah, I remember you, Danny.
Get out of here!
Listen,

I'm just gonna come
talk to you, all right?

I don't want to talk
to you, Danny!
Stay calm,

and we'll discuss it,
me and you, okay?

I don't want to talk, Danny!

No, no, look. Come
on, no guns, nothing.

Just me and you, all right?

Don't do nothing stupid!

Don't come any closer!
You get back!

Stay where you are,
you son of a bitch!

(sobs): Stay where you are!
Don't come any closer to me!

Ronnie. Ronnie!

(Ronnie yelling)
DANNY:
Don't shoot! Don't shoot!

Hold it! Hold it,
hold it! Don't shoot!

Hold it, hold it,
Ronnie, listen to me.

Come on, let's talk.

Me and you now, all right?
Like when we were kids.

Friends, all right?
No. No. No. No.

Come on, you can trust me,
Ronnie. Come on.
I don't want
to talk, Danny, please.

Please, just let them
kill me. Please.

I can't let them shoot you,
Ronnie, all right?

We're just gonna talk,
me and you, all right?

You're ruining
everything, Danny!
Ronnie...

You're ruining it!

(yelling)

(clicking)

Damn it!

OFFICER:
Suspect's down.

This is stupid, Ronnie.

OFFICER:
We're all clear!

Let's go.

You want anything, Ronnie?

Some water?
Did you eat anything?

Water maybe.

They gave me some crackers
after the psych exam.

That and a clonazepam.
Knock it off.

This isn't some drug possession
or petty larceny case, Ronnie.

It's a double homicide.

You already told me that.

Think you could lose
these cuffs, Danny?

Nah, I can't do that, Ronnie.

Now let's go over this
one more time, okay?

Two people--
your mother and father--

were murdered ten feet
above your head,

and you didn't hear anything?

You don't
remember anything?

I got up that morning
to go to work.
Mm-hmm.

I went upstairs to get
some breakfast and...

I saw them like that.

Right.

And what did you do?

Right.

You ran away.

That's your parents, Ronnie.
If you didn't kill them,

then why didn't you call 911?

I didn't want to go to jail.

Then why'd you kill them?

I didn't kill them.

What happened, Ronnie?

You and your old man get
into it again, is that it?

Huh? He found out
you were using again?

No.
See, now I know you're
lying to me, Ronnie.

Now I know.

You know why?

'Cause we found the weed, and
we found the prescription vial,

and we found a half-drunk bottle
of vodka under your bed.

I'm not using heroin.

What'd you do, Ronnie?
What'd you do?

You get all juiced up and pass
out and sleep right through

your parents' murder?
Is that what you're telling me?

Was it one of your
blackouts, Ronnie?

Stop it.
Stop what?

I'm not going to stop
a damn thing

until I find out who killed
Kevin and Eunice Cleary.

You follow me?
Why didn't you
just let me die?

Why didn't you just let them
shoot me, Danny?

All right, Ronnie, all right.
Let's say it wasn't you, then.

Who did it?

Huh? Who did it
if it wasn't you?

I don't know. Some guy
my old man sold a lemon to?

You knew him, Danny.

Outside of the house
he was Mr. Popularity,

hail-fellow-well-met.

Inside of the house,

a real son of a bitch.

Reagan, talk to you?

(quietly):
Yeah.

Sit tight.

Canine picked up
a scent on these

and found them in a trash can
in a corner of a park nearby.

All right.

DANNY:
These look familiar, Ronnie?

No.
Well, they're yours.

And they're going
down to the lab,

and they're gonna type the blood
in the treads to your mom.

And then they're gonna match
the wear in the treads

to the footprints
found in the blood.

Isn't that right, Ronnie?

(stiffled sobs)

Get him down to Central Booking.

(sobbing):
No. Oh, no. No...

No. I... please,
Danny, don't.
Get out. Get out.

Danny!

There we go.
All right. Thanks.

There you go.

We need to talk, Reagan.

You know, I've been
on the job 20 years.

I've seen everything.

And I got a sixth sense when
someone's trying to BS me.

First, I catch you looking into
this Lydia Gonsalves IAB file,

now this Sonny Malevsky thing.
I told you,

if I can't trust you, how am
I going to ride with you?

That works both ways, kid.

You know what I'm saying?

Huh?

Did you ever...

did you ever hear of
the Blue Templar?

That? Uh-uh.

Not in a thousand years. Why?

What do you know about them?

That the world changed.

We got a more professional
police force now.

No more cowboy posses.

You still didn't tell me why.

I can't tell you that.

You can't or you won't?

You said we gotta...

we gotta trust
each other, Sarge.

I gotta ask you to
trust me on this one.

You got five?

Speech for Knights of Columbus
Monday for you to vet,

in case you have your usual
litany of irritating notes.

Garrett, I'm in no mood.

The budget?

The mayor's insisting I publicly
endorse his budget cuts.

Times are tough.

The practical
is sometimes prudent.

You mean the political.

Of course I do.

I cannot run this department
with a thousand fewer people.

And I can't prove it
unless the crime rate goes up,

at which point it'll be
too late. So, Garrett...

how could we get
out in front of it?

Power of the press?

You tell me.

Headline:
Mayor to NYPD-- Drop Dead?

Maybe something like that.

You do understand
what you're proposing here.

I'm not proposing anything.

As a matter of fact, I can't
even remember this conversation.

Exactly.

Ray Curston at the paper?

I can't hear you.

(buzzer sounds)

Come on.

Aw, man.
What's she doing here?

She wanted to talk to you.

Oh, Ronnie.

You broke my heart
when I was 15.

But what didn't, huh?

All right,
I'm gonna get him started.

So what happened
down there?

I mean, the more we know,
the more we can help you.

No, no, no, no, no, no! No!

I am not going to tell

the Assistant District
Attorney anything, okay?

I may be out of my mind,
but I ain't stupid.

Could've fooled me.

So what do you want? Hmm?

Here I am.

I'm a curiosity to you? Huh?

You don't deal with enough scum
in your line of work?

Hey. Knock it off.
Hey, big brother.

I just wanted to tell you
that I would try to get you

the best Legal Aid
Attorney there is.

Please try to
cooperate with them.

Screw it. I don't care.

Really? Is that why you're
on the verge of tears?

It's just the clonazepam
kicking in.

All right. You ready?

Yeah, let's get him searched.

DANNY:
See you, sis.

Sweetheart.
Hi.

Sorry I'm late.

Meeting ran over?

(sighs)
And over.

I got beat up pretty good.
Yeah?

Who won?

We're in the middle rounds.

Thank you.

(sighs)
So how are you doing?

Fine.

Well, you probably talked
to Ronnie Cleary by now.

Saw him at Central Booking.

Yeah, well, that couldn't
have been easy.

Got me thinking about Joe.

That was a big part
of your childhood,

my three oldest
and the Cleary kids.

Yeah. Ronnie, Joe and I
were like the Three Musketeers.

I was such a tomboy then.

You had a pretty good jump shot.

He was my first kiss.

That I didn't know.

(chuckles)
There's a lot
you don't know, Dad.

I think Joe felt
he abandoned Ronnie.

Yeah, we used
to talk about that.

Ronnie dove into that
half-filled swimming pool drunk,

broke his nose.

That was the last straw for Joe.

You think we'll ever stop
missing him?

Yolanda,
I got your message.

Thanks for meeting me.

I knew Detective
Gonsalves had a twin,

but you do, you look
exactly like her.

Must be like seeing a ghost.

Yeah, it is.

How is Lydia's daughter?

She misses her mom,
but she's adjusting.

We're doing okay.

The reason I wanted
to see you,

Lydia left a package for me
with her things.

There were
insurance issues

because of the suicide,

and her estate only recently
became available to me.

She said that if
anything happened to her

that I should
give you this.

And it happened.

Thanks.

I don't think your sister's
death was a suicide.

I never did either.

She loved her little girl...

and all of us.

I'm gonna make it right.

Maybe what's in there will help.

First three ribs, Dad,
prime aged.

Silvano cut it special for you.

And Linda wants me to take it
out of the fridge

before church tomorrow, I know.

Yep.
You want
something to eat?

Uh, nah,
sugar's good for me.

It looks bad for Ronnie Cleary.

Well, we got good alibis
on everybody.

I mean, even Ann Cleary's
sometimes boyfriend

has been surfing in Costa Rica
for the past month.

Never married, never really
blossomed, Ann Cleary.

Nobody was ever good enough
for their baby.

They always kept her in
Cadillacs and pocket change.

So, what do you got?

Well, we got enough
to make an arrest.

What does Erin say?

Erin says we probably
don't have enough

to get a jury to convict-- we
gotta find the murder weapon.

Well, if it was the kitchen
knife, he lives there.

His DNA's gonna be all over it.

Yeah, same as everything
at the crime scene.

Just...

What?

Well, we found the sneakers
in the opposite direction

of the motel
where we found Ronnie.

So, okay, maybe he didn't know
where he was going,

maybe he was running
around in circles. Who knows?

But it just seems like
we would have found the knife

where we found the sneakers.

And what else?

Well, there's Mrs. Cleary.

I mean,
there's signs of a struggle,

but she's got no genetic
material under her fingernails

except for latex.

The killer used gloves.

Right. Which explains why Ronnie
had no scratches or wounds

on his hands
from the struggle.

Which would mean it wasn't one

of his alcoholic rages--
he planned it.

Right.

Is that what's bothering you?

Well, I mean, it would be
the first time in his life

that Ronnie Cleary
planned anything, Dad.

Hey, I thought you
were a customer.

Ah...
You could use a new
car there, Danny.

Think so, huh?
Yeah.

Hey, I can offer
you .9 financing.

Basically, you're paying
for the paperwork.

Ah, my wife likes that one.

(chuckles)

Look, I just came by
to ask you a few questions,

you know,
dot a few I's, cross a few T's.

What happened to the whiskey,
beer chaser Danny Reagan of old?

Yeah.
Come on.

Nah, it's just
Detective Reagan now.

Yeah.

What can I do for you,
Detective?

Well, I've been thinking about
this thing, the murders.

They were really,
really well thought out.

It just doesn't seem
like Ronnie, you know?

You're thinking about
the Ronnie that you knew.

The heroin-addict version
our family's been having

to deal with, he is a master
of manipulation and lies.

He played my parents.

He bled them dry with those
stints in the fancy rehab.

That's a very
well-thought-out answer, Al.

What are you trying
to do, Danny?

My job.

You don't think
this has been hard enough?

Why don't you try
thinking about Ronnie?

At least now he'll get
the help that he needs.

They'll make sure
he stays on his meds, right?

Yeah, well,
I just keep thinking about you.

A 42-year-old guy working under
his old man's thumb

day after day,
year after year?

Couldn't be easy.

You should know.

I'm not the only
one taking orders

from my old man
around here. Right?

(knocking on door)

Have a seat.

Didn't know you guys worked
on Saturday.

Thought you were
nine-to-fivers.

I'm going on vacation next week,
I'm trying to clear my schedule.

This new business
with the missing gun

deserves immediate attention.

My gun was taken from my locker.

Or you sold it to somebody.

I didn't sell it to anybody.
Someone stole it.

A new patrol officer
makes $46,000 a year.

You have $85,000-worth of
student loan debt, Harvard.

Maybe you figured out a way
to make some extra cash.

You have proof that I sold it,
or is that just an accusation?

Are you challenging me, Reagan?

No, sir.

Whether you lost
it or sold it,

that gun is missing,

and it could very easily
fall into the wrong hands.

Show up in a
crime, a murder.

And that'll be a really
bad problem for you.

A real career changer.

You understand?

Yes, I think I do.

Hopefully,
you find that gun, Reagan.

If not, we will launch
a full-blown investigation.

Until then, be
advised we'll be

keeping a close eye on you.

You can go.

(phone rings)

Yeah?

He just left.

So what do you think?

I think he's a liability.

Okay.

Done just right, Pop.

Mm-hmm.

And you're not an easy sell.

You've been talking
to the mayor?

How's that going, Dad?

Well, they've
both drawn their lines

in the sand,
but they're worlds apart.

Been a lot of rumbling
from the rank and file

about reduction of force.

Can we talk about something that
doesn't ruin my appetite?

How about the elephant
that's in the room?

Terrible thing, that.

I saw Ann Cleary's car
in the driveway on the way up.

Looks like she's packing
everything.

That's been a unhappy house
for a long time.

Whose house are you
talking about-- cellar boy?

Jack.

What? I heard you and Mom
talking about him.

Danny was telling me
about the father and the kids,

you know,
about Ronnie.

And while it might
sound funny,

the cellar boy thing
is not funny, Jack.

Well, why not?

Dads shouldn't call
their kids names.

It belittles them.

Belittled?

Made them feel bad.

That's right. It makes them
feel bad about themselves

and makes them feel small.

That's what bullies do.

Just like a bully.

HENRY:
So now it's the father's
fault somehow?

The parents made him do it?

Do what?

Would you just focus
on your potatoes, please?

ERIN:
Ronnie's got a dual
diagnosis, Grandpa.

I mean, with a good lawyer

and sympathetic judge,

he'll be put in an
appropriate facility.

Or maybe a sympathetic ADA.

HENRY:
He wasn't mental enough
not to run.

In my book, that's an admission
of guilt and sanity.

Yep. You know, you might be
a hard-ass, Grandpa,

but I'm in lockstep with you
on this one.

Yeah, boys, don't
call anyone names,

but feel free to
swear at the table.

His dad couldn't accept the fact
that his kid was ill.

That was a big part
of the problem over there.

Like I said,

unhappy house.

Happy families are alike.

Unhappy families are unhappy
in their own way.

Who said that?

Other than me? Tolstoy.

(chuckles)

Well, I'm glad that I was born
into this family.

Luck of the draw, sweetie.

DANNY:
Hear, hear.

HENRY:
Luck and looking
out for each other.

You taking care
of my car?

I thought it was my car.

It is.

They don't build 'em
like this anymore.

It's... not a
computer anywhere.

It's pure mechanics.

You didn't say much in there.

I was younger than
everybody else.

I didn't really
know that family.

You okay?

I'm fine.

I'm worried about you.

Since when?

Probably ever since
you put on the uniform.

You sorry about the choice
you made?

ERIN:
Hey, Dad,

Mom's tulips are looking great.

Grandpa's really taking
good care of them.

I'm gonna get going.

You sure you don't want
to stick around?

No, I got a
company reunion;

my probationary
graduation party, so...

Careful. I ended up
on my hands and knees

behind a Dumpster
on my night.

Thanks for the visual.

See you guys.

We're making a condolence call
to Ann Cleary.

Yeah, "slash" reinterview.

Erin's my beard.

You want to come?

(engine starting)
Not my job.

Well, she's definitely
packing up.

Hi, Annie.

Erin. Hi.

So... heard what you said
to my brother.

That really upset him.

Yeah.
Danny wouldn't
be doing his job

if he didn't cover
every angle.

DANNY:
So you think this idea

that Ronnie didn't do it
is just a crazy thought, huh?

I mean, you know Al and
Ronnie hated each other.

I mean, Al was embarrassed
by Ronnie.

Got his teeth
knocked out by Ronnie.

You know all the juicy details
about the Clearys, huh?

The famous
Reagan Sunday dinner.

I bet we were the topic
of conversation.

Ronnie always used to rub it
into my folks--

why can't we be
more like the Reagans?

That's not fair, Annie.

Well, you
should understand

what it feels like, Erin.

I mean, this divorce
can't be easy for you.

And to think that your misery
is the... the fodder

for other people's gossip,
that hurts, right?

Yeah, it does.

Well, I just... wanted you
to know what it feels like.

(sighs)

Sorry. I've got work to do.

Annie, hold on a second.

Um, look,
I'm sorry if I upset you.

The good news is,
we found the knife.

Yeah.

We're expecting the lab results
back tomorrow.

Probably won't find
much 'cause we're

pretty sure the
killer wore gloves,

but, you know,

maybe we'll get lucky.

Wow. Poor Ronnie.

Hey.

You found the
murder weapon?

No. Just shaking the tree
to see if anything falls out.

Is that why you subpoenaed

all the phone calls
for her and Al?

If I'm right, she's probably
calling Al right now.

(indistinct chatter)

(engine starting)

(horn honking)

(tires squealing)

(horn honking)

(horn honking)

(tires squealing)

(panting)

JACKIE:
Just like you thought, Reagan,

soon as you
leave the house,

sister called
her brother.

Yep, and found
out he was here.

Though it's funny they
were smart enough not to, uh,

speak over the phone
just in case we were tapped in.

JACKIE:
We wait.

Yeah, we do.

It's Sunday night, Reagan.

I'm missing my Chinese spareribs

and martinis.

Gin and grease--
it's a food group, you know.

This works out,
I'll treat you to Peter Luger's.

Well, well, well.

Ooh. I'm getting a T-bone,
medium rare.

DANNY:
Looks like they're having

a little difference
of opinion.

(no audio)

(engine starting)

AL:
What did I tell you?
Drop the knife.

You stupid...

Shut up.
You shut up.

Drop the knife right now!

AL:
Damn it, Ann! You idiot!

(knife clatters)

BAKER:
Mounted Unit graduation

has been moved to 1500.

Bronx DA
has called twice already.

Screw you, Frank.

"Mayor's Draconian budget cuts

"deny training
to New York City's best

and brightest
future police officers."

Blah, blah, blah.

Oh, and look at
the pictures-- women and...

and ethnics and veterans.

Yeah, I-I'm like Scrooge
and the Grinch rolled into one.

You screwed me.

Screw you.

You think I had something
to do with that?

Of course, you did!

No, sir.

Well, how did they
get onto it?

How did they get in contact
with those cadets?

Well, last time I checked,
we live in a democracy,

and I do not run
a secret police.

If I can't deliver
a balanced budget,

the State takes over.

Now, do you have any idea

what those hillbillies
upstate will do

to your beloved department

if they get control
of our finances?

Boy. What are you going to do?

I'm going to find
the money somewhere.

But be forewarned, you
and your plausible deniability--

I mean, it ain't
going to fly no more.

(sighs)

Mayor's a little cranky.

He's sensitive about an article
in this morning's paper.

I'll be at my desk.

He ought to be
thanking you.

Oh, I don't think we're
in any danger of that.

Well, someday
he's going to wake up

and realize just how lucky he is
to have you.

Or that.

The, uh,
Knights of Columbus speech--

I counted 23 metaphors
in five pages.

Got to be a personal worst.

I'll polish it before breakfast.

I'm the police commissioner,
not a politician.

Don't imagine swelling music
when you write for me.

Just sirens and gunfire?

Just... plain and honest.

Erin.

Ronnie. Hi.

I'm so happy.

I mean, I'm sad
about your parents,

but I'm glad you're not
taking the fall for it.

It's really hard
to wrap my head around it.

Yeah. Um, have a seat.

Ann confessed to
the whole thing.

It was Al's idea.

I guess the money
your parents

were going to
spend on that trip

was a tipping point for him.

I just keep thinking
about that night.

It's just a blank.

Well, Ann laced your grapefruit
juice with sleeping pills.

She knew you were on
a greyhound bender.

Al wore your shoes
through their blood.

How could he do that to me?

To them?

I don't know, Ronnie.

They were going to
plant the knife

and your shirt, soaked
in your parents' blood,

near your motel to
seal your fate.

(sighs)

How could they be
so cold-blooded?

I guess the short version
is, they felt cheated.

The long version-- you tell me.

I don't know.

I don't know.

What are you going to do now?

Stay clean?

I'm not looking for a right
or wrong answer, Ronnie.

Oh.

I can't live
in that house anymore.

I'm rich, I guess, sort of.

What do you think I should do?

You know I'm single.

And rich.
(laughs)

I mentioned that.

That's very sweet, Ronnie.

I think I'll go down
to Florida.

I got a kid
down there somewhere.

Will you stay in touch?

Definitely.

Erin, I hope you know
how lucky you are.

I do.

What's going on, kid?

(sighs)

Something you should hear.

JOE (recorded):
I'm getting close,

but the Templar
may have made me.

That's Joe.

The night he
was killed.

He was working with the FBI,
investigating the Blue Templar.

What?

I should have told you
a long time ago, Danny.

Does Dad know?

No.

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