All language subtitles for Blue Bloods - S2E22 - Mothers Day.en

FRANK: "There is
no place like it,

"no place with an atom
of its glory,

pride, and exultancy."

Walt Whitman.
Mom's favorite.

You remember.

Well, she used to say it

every time
we went over a bridge.

Your mother was
a true New Yorker.

Her first love
was her city.

Well, she may have
loved the city,

but she was
only nuts about you.

Do you really need
to go in on a Saturday

or are you just keeping busy?

I am not just
keeping myself busy.

I am busy.

And it has nothing to do

with tomorrow
being Mother's Day.

It's okay, Dad.

The weekend's
gonna be hard for all of us.

You know, a little
birdie told me

that Linda and your
girlfriends

want to take you
out dancing.

Yeah? What about Nicky?

Do you want me to take
your only granddaughter

to the Boom Boom Room?

I can watch Nicky.

She can help me make
my famous Mother's Day Mash.

Maybe some other time.

Erin, I'm the dad.

It is my job
to worry about you,

not the other way around.

Okay, and who's
gonna worry about you?

What do you think
I have Garrett for?

(chuckles)

RENZULLI:
Next item.

Please give a warm welcome

to a very special guest.

My good friend,
Detective Danny Reagan.

(applause, cheers)

All right, fellas, ladies,

I'm looking for your help
on, uh, case I'm working here.

Whoa. Detective Reagan
needs our help?

What next?
We all getting raises?

(laughs)

That's good.

Especially coming from a guy

who couldn't find a collar
in a shirt factory.

(laughter, jeers)

All right, seriously,
I need your eyes and ears

out there on the street today
looking for this guy.

His name is Leo Packer.
All right?

We like him for a string
of push-in robberies

on the east side.
He's a real charmer this guy.

Targets sweet, old ladies.
Offers to help them

with their bags then helps
with everything they got.

His latest victim is in the
hospital with a broken jaw.

So he's no joke, all right?

See him out there,

scoop him up,
give me a holler.

Thanks.

You got it.
That's a wrap.

Let's go to work.

Hey, kid, take one of those.

I need to talk
to you for a second.

Hand those out, please.
Thank you.

You pick up the roast?

I couldn't;
they changed my tour today.

You said you were
gonna get it.

Actually, you said
I was gonna get it.

I said I would try.
So what?

I got to go pick it up now?
Come on, kid,

I got to work, too.

Well, maybe
Erin can do it.

Erin can't do it.
She's a mother.

We can't send her out
to buy her own

Mother's Day dinner.

Sure you went to Harvard,
numb nuts?

Trouble in Reagan land?

No, just Danny
being Danny.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Come on, come on, come on.

Look, give me a break,

I was only gone for,
like, a second.

Nothing I can do,
I already wrote the ticket.

You know what you could do?
You could bite me.

TRAFFIC ENFORCEMENT AGENT:
Sir, there's really no reason

to use that language.
Uh-huh.

And what are you
gonna do about it?

MAN:
You ain't even
a real cop.

Am I crazy or does
that look like Danny's guy?

Have a nice day.

You're a real credit
to society, you know that?

Hey.
Hey-hey, guy.

Hey.
Hey, get over here.

Come on. Get out.

Come on. Where's
the fire? Let's go.

Come on, come on.
Get out of the car.

Let's see some I.D.
Look, I'm gonna
pay the ticket.

Your I.D.
Get it out.

What'd I tell you?
Leo Packer.

Good eye, Reagan.

Up against the car.

Hands behind your back.
Good eye.

Jackpot, kid.

This can't be right.

What's that, sir?

15,000 for postage?
You mean 1,500, right?

Yeah, I'm afraid not.

We're spending more on postage

than I did
on my first house, Ed.

Times they are a-changing.

Cut it in half,
and I'm being generous.

Morning.

I need a minute.

You're late.
It's Saturday.

Technically I'm a day
and a half early.

Some remarks for
your speech Monday.

"It is with great honor
and swelling pride

that I announce..."

Councilman Singer
suggested some language.

"Swelling Pride"?

I'll give it a polish.
Good idea.

Excuse me, Commissioner.
(whispering):
Commissioner...

the secretary from
Homeland Security's

here to see you.
He says it's urgent.

Where do you have him?

In the situation room, sir.

(fingerprint reader beeps)

(door unlocks)

Secretary Price.

Commissioner.

How bad?

Homeland Security has received
credible information

that New York City will
come under attack

in less than 24 hours.

*

Are you raising
the threat level?

Not at this time.

The three sleepers
who have gone missing

are the main focus...
Lost.

Excuse me?

They have not gone missing.

You have lost three
al-Qaeda sleepers.

Yes, I'm afraid we did.

And now they are coming here.

We believe so.

In the next 24 hours.

But you can't tell me where.

Commissioner,
I can assure you

Homeland Security,
the FBI,

we are expending
every resource to ascertain

that information.
That's not true.

Sir?

I didn't see the 82nd Airborne

marching down Fifth Avenue--
that's a resource.

Commissioner, we are doing...

JFK and La Guardia
are still open,

so the attack
isn't coming from the air.

If it was a car bomb,
you would be asking me

to close my bridges and tunnels.

Good God, it's biologic.

That's him.
Good job, kid.

Just glad we got
a bad guy off the street.
Yep.

You know, just for this,

I may go pick up the roast.
Come on.

Hey, hold on a second.
Where you taking him?

What do you mean?
I got to process him.

What do you mean?
This is my collar.

Excuse me?
I brought him here for you to do

interviews and run your
line ups,

but this is my collar.
I arrested him.

You arrested him because
I asked you to.

Look, I gave his name,
I gave

his picture-- I did everything
but draw you a map.

But, Danny, come on,
you know the rules.

You get the clearances.
I get the arrest.

The rules? Rookie,
there are the rules,

and then there is the way
things are done.

Okay? Am I right
or am I right, Sarge?

Hey, this is
a brother thing.

Uh, come on with
the brother thing.

This is a cop thing, okay?

Now tell the kid,
Am I right or am I right?

In that case I got to be
honest with you.

It's Jamie's collar.

Whoa, whoa. No, no, no, no, no.

This collar belongs
to the squad.

Says who?
Says me.

Oh, yeah?

Last time that I checked,
three stripes outranks

-a gold shield, Detective.
-Oh, you had to check, Sarge?

And I don't appreciate
you talking to me like that.

Guys, guys, guys.

This is between me
and my kid brother.

All right?

And without me
you got squat.

Which makes this my collar.

My cuffs, my collar.

Okay.

Tell you what.
Let's me and you go have a talk.

Okay?
Okay.

MAN:
The good news is

that we don't have
to be concerned

with bridges
and tunnels.

With a biologic
like this, boss,

we're concentrating
our resources where

we need them most--
in the subways.

We're posting patrol units
at major subway stations

for bag checks,

and undercover
JTTF everywhere else

to keep our profile low.

To the general public,
and to the media,

this will look no different
than one of our

routine exercises.

Jim,

what exactly are we
looking at here?

Well, to put it simply,

it's the flu.

Well, it's the flu
on steroids.

Actually, it's a very rare
mutated strain.

And what? Someone
just smashes a test tube

on the subway platform?

No. More likely,
their delivery mechanism

would be a backpack sprayer.

Expose this virus in an enclosed
space with little ventilation,

and the results
would be extreme.

How extreme?

This thing gets released
in Times Square Station,

what are we looking at?

Well, depending on
how crowded it is,

we could have upwards
of 50 people infected.

Small children,

the elderly, pregnant women

would be the most
susceptible.

But, really,
everyone is at risk.

After that,
it's just math.

In a week,

the number would be 2,500.

Another week,
and it's over six million.

And that's if they
only hit one station.

And there's no vaccine?

No, sir.

GARRETT: Well, all we
have to do is stop

a large-scale pandemic
without letting anyone know

we're looking for anything.

Shouldn't be too hard in the
media capital of the world.

Gentlemen,

the sole advantage we have

is, they don't know we're
looking for them.

The city is home.

We all have friends
and family here.

Our most basic instinct

is to protect our own

above all else.

As difficult as it will be...

what was said in this room

must be closely held...

and shared only
on a need-to-know basis.

We need to get these
sons of bitches.

We'll reconvene
at 14:30 hours.

Godspeed.

(slams door)
So what's going on?

What, you wake up

and eat your Wheaties
this morning or something?

Nothing's going on, Danny.

Well, you could've fooled me.

This is all clearly
stipulated in the guide book.

This is all clearly
stipulated in the--

what are you talking about?

Do you even hear yourself?
You sound like a Harvard

law professor, not even a cop.

Here we go.

Hey, the truth hurts.

I've been on the job
over two years now, Danny.

I have over 50 arrests.

20 of them are felonies,

and I have a successful
stint working undercover.

So you can stop lecturing me
on what it means to be a cop.

Well, look at you.

Six months
doing part-time undercover

and now you're what?
The freaking

French Connection?
What are you gonna do next?

Replace the old man
as commissioner?

What is your problem? What the
hell did we ever do to you?

Who's we?

Who the hell are you
talking about, "we," Jamie?

You talking about Joe?

Let's just drop it.
No, no, no, no.

You brought it up for a reason.

You brought it up, so we're
gonna talk about it right now.

No.

Yes!

Okay, he used to call
me up at school, okay?

Tell me about the job,
how things were going.

Will you get to the point?

You know the point, Danny.

You were a hard-ass to him,
just like you are to me.

No matter how hard he tried,
no matter how well he did,

he could never get
your respect.

You're not walking out on me.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
hey, wait, Danny!

What the hell is
going on? Danny?

(yelling)
Hey, hey, hey!

Get off me!
Off, off, off, Danny!

Hey! You, let's go.

I'm not going anywhere
without...

It's my prisoner.

Hey, you, we're done.

Do you hear me?

X.O. just called.

We got reassigned
to Chambers Street Station.

What the hell?

I'm fine.

Release a joint statement and
a press conference to follow.

I'm sorry, Mr. Mayor,
we can't do that.

Says who, Frank?

Washington?

No, I answer to the people
of this city and nobody else.

Do you really want to see
what it looks like

when eight million people try to
leave this island all at once?

We don't have to give specifics
about the virus.

Only an awareness that we have
a credible threat...

What do you think the city's
press is gonna do with that?

Frank, I won't be known
as the mayor

who could have saved millions
of lives but chose not to.

You won't be saving lives,
Mr. Mayor.

And you could be costing them.

Frank, I have deferred
to you many times

in these matters.

But this is different.

Now, it's my decision

and my call, and I'm making it.

October 15, 2002.

January 6, 2005.

April 9, 2008.

February 28, 2009.

Those dates
mean anything to you?

No, they don't; should they?

Each one of those days

had the potential to be
as infamous as September 11th.

But we got a lead.

We chased it down,

and we stopped the attack
before it could happen.

But what if you can't stop it
this time, Frank?

What if this time
is the next time?

Mr. Mayor,

our city is the number one
terrorist target in the world.

We need every advantage
we can get.

And right now,

that's us knowing
and them not.

You have six hours, Frank.

God help us.

*

Is everything okay with you
and your brother?

What, are you looking
for a smack?

I was just trying to be nice.

Yeah, you're a
real sweetheart.

Especially when it
comes to old ladies.

This is from a
surveillance camera

on Liz Whitaker's block,

taken moments after
you robbed her.

Oh, blue is definitely
not your color.

You should stick
with earth tones.

That isn't me.

This is from Tina Swanson's
block after you robbed her.

Not photogenic, Leo.

No, he isn't.
Uh-uh.

Well, last time I checked,

it's not against the law
to walk down the street.

Plus, you have nothing
connecting me to those women.

You know, he's right.

You know, that is one hell
of a point, Leo.

It's too bad;
if only we had some evidence.

Mm-hmm.
Some evidence to connect him
to those women.

Yeah, maybe like some photos

of Leo at the ATM machines

using the cards
from the robberies.

Well, now, that would help.
Oh, yeah, and what do you know?

Huh.
Look what we
just happen to have.

There's five years,

ten years, 15
years, 20 years.

Okay.

Okay, all right, I get it.

No, you get nothing.

Have a nice life, Leo.

(sighs)

Wh-Wh-Wh...

J-Just wait, okay?

Wait, wait.

What if I offer
you guys something, huh?

Well, you better make it
really big.

Well, how's the cover of the
Post; that big enough for you?

(sighs)

Fine.

Fine, Leo. What do you got?

Remember a few years ago,
there was that story

about the kid who got snatched
up on his way home from school?

Patrick Goodwin?

Yeah, that's the one.

I know who killed that kid.

(yells)
Danny!
Danny!

Get off him! Danny!
You better be telling the truth!

You better...
Danny, get off him.

Get out! Out!

Sit down.

Don't kill the messenger.

75 minutes till the
mayor pulls the plug.

What have you got, Ed?

Boss,

we picked up some chatter

off of one of our wires
that puts the Three Blind Mice

in a fleabag motel
in Queens.

We think they're talking
about our guys.

Have ESU briefed
and ready to go on my order.

Yes, sir.

(phone ringing)

Hey, sweetie.

Hi, are you still
in the city?

Yeah, I'm stuck in my office.

Great, 'cause we're
coming in a little early.

We're about to hop
on the subway.
What?

But you don't have to come down.

I'll walk her over, okay?

Oh, yeah, sure, okay.

Okay, thanks, Dad.

And thanks
for making me do this.

Well, I love you, sweetie.

I love you, too.

I promised Erin I'd watch Nicky.

Well, safer here than out there.

I'm sorry, Jack.

I mean, you do know what happens

if you smash the guy's head
through the window?

Yeah, I get suspended.
Mm-hmm.

No gun, no shield.

Again.

You know
what else happens again?

I get called down to I.A.,

and if I tell the truth,

I jam you up,
and if I don't

tell the truth,
I jam myself up.

Either way,
been there, done that.

This is Patrick Goodwin.

Do you know why I carry his
picture around in my wallet?

Because this isn't
just some cold case

that that mutt is hawking,
it's my cold case.

I did not know.

I know; how could you?

You know how it is.

Every cop's got that one case
they can't shake,

the one that
keeps them up at night

like a dog gnawing on a bone;
well, for me, this is that one.

(exhales)
What happened?

It was before you got here.

He was four years old, there was
a mix-up at the school,

they thought the mom got him,

the mom thought
the neighbor got him,

and then, poof,
he vanished into thin air.

Well, did you ever get close?

No, you know how it
is with missing kids.

The first 12 hours
are critical.

It was four hours before
anybody even knew he was gone.

The mom must be crazy.

(scoffs) Tell me about it.

She lost her husband
the year prior.

Yeah. I spent plenty of time
trying to talk her off a ledge.

What's this mutt got
to say for himself?

Well, look, he says he used
to know this guy

a little bit
from the neighborhood.

This guys came around
one night.

He's drunk; he starts spewing
all this crazy stuff

about how he knew something
about the boy that went missing.

Of course, typical;
sounds rock-solid.

I thought the same thing until,
you know,

I ran this guy's name,
Keith Daley.

He dropped off the face
of the earth

shortly after that boy
went missing.

Why don't you show
me what you got.
Yeah.

DANNY: You do understand

this is pretty much
a long shot, right, Anna?

Yeah, Danny, I know.

Okay, just don't want
to stir things up

and start getting your hopes up.

Hope? What's that?

I just don't want you
to be disappointed again.

More importantly,

I don't want you
getting hurt all over again.

Danny, it's been two years,

and I still don't know what
happened to my Patrick.

I know.

I live every day,

haunted by the gruesome
scenarios my mind imagines.

And then,

the questions come.

Did they torture him?

Did they beat him?

Did he scream out for his mommy?

(crying)

I think we should
get started, okay?

The name Keith Daley,
does it mean anything to you?

No.

Okay, well, that name
was brought to my attention

as someone...

who may have had something to do
with Patrick's disappearance.

He has no criminal record,

nothing suggesting a history
of foul play against children,

no sexual assaults,
no violent crimes.

This is a copy of his
driver's license photo.

You let me know if
you recognize him.

Oh, my God.

You know him?

Yes, he was...

He worked in the
parking garage

across the street from
where we used to live.

Okay, hold on.
Are you sure that's him?

Positive, yes.

We saw him every day.

He was... he was
our parking guy.

Okay, so he knew Patrick.

More importantly,
Patrick knew him.

He knew this guy?

Yes, yes.

He used to...

He would high-five with
Patrick every morning.

Okay, so Patrick trusted him.

I mean, at least enough to not
think of him as a stranger?

Oh, my God, Danny, is
this really happening?

Is this... Did he
do this to my baby?

I don't know.
Look, I don't know about that.

Let's-let's take this
one step at a time, okay?

This is just a possibility.

Danny Reagan, I want you
to make me a promise.

I want you to promise me right
now that you will find my baby,

wherever he is.

and you bring him to his mother,

and you let me bury my baby boy.

(sobbing)

(sighs) I'm trying.

I'm trying.

We've got helmet
cams on ESU,

so we'll be able to see
everything, Commissioner.

Ready to go on your order, sir.

Go.

Clear.

(sighs)

Clear.

They were just here.

We missed 'em,
Commissioner.

Find 'em.

Hey, there they are.

Told you he'd
just be a minute.
Hi, sweetie.

Ah.
Hi, Grandpa.

Sorry, I was in the middle
of something. How are you guys?

Starving.

I'll get you some food.

Thought Linda was coming.

Well, she wanted to see
Danny before we went out.

It seems really busy
in here for a Saturday.

Think I should put in
for a raise?

Very funny.

How are you?

Busy.

So, where are you
guys going tonight?

The Boom Boom Room.
You worried?

No.

Should I be worried?

Very.

You're gonna be
all right with this
whole thing with Jamie.

Yeah, I'll be fine.
It'll blow over.

Unless you don't want it
to blow over.

Why wouldn't I want it to?

Well, Danny, you know,
sometimes I think

things like this
are an opportunity.

Opportunity for what, Linda?

Tomorrow's Mother's Day.
I know that.

Yeah, well, as nice
as our holidays are,

'cause we all get together,

they're also
kind of hard, you know?

Because the truth is,
not all of us are there.

What are you saying, this has
something to do with my mom?

No.

Who, Joe?

What are you
talking about?

You're... Jamie
had no right

to throw Joe's name
in my face, okay?
Danny, yes, he did.

Why?

(sighs)

You know, Joe...

was like... like the only thing

that you and Jamie
had in common.

You know?

He was the bridge
between you two,

and now, you know...

Joe is gone.

Sorry.

Suppose you're right.

What is the opportunity
you're talking about?

Build a new bridge.

(sighs)

Hey, Jack, any luck
on our ghost, Keith Daley?

This guy is totally
off the grid.

Great.

Let's see.

No license, no bank
account, no tax returns.

Were you able to get
in touch with his boss
in the parking garage?

Yeah. Says he
was a solid worker,

until one day
he started acting weird,

kind of paranoid,
and then he just up and quits.

Okay, did he confirm
that Daley quit

around the time that
Patrick went missing?

Same month.

Daley quits,
empties his bank accounts,

pulls a Houdini.
Right.

Maybe it was getting
hot in the kitchen.

He must have figured
it was only a matter of time

before we strung
a homicide around his neck.

Am I crazy?

No.

Do we have a last
known address on this guy?

Yeah, he used to live
with his mother.

Mother?
Mm-hmm.

It was a bold call,
Frank-- a call

nobody else would've
had the guts to make.

But my six hours are up.

And I understand
your disappointment.

Now, your arguments for
pursuing this course
are more than valid,

but I'm afraid we're
at the point where the risk

outweighs the reward.

The risk, Mr. Mayor,

is in allowing
political considerations

to get in the way.

(sighs)

This is not a purely
political decision, Frank.

I know it's not.

We'll agree to disagree,
Commissioner.

(sighing):
Mr. Mayor...

if you go out there on TV
and announce this to the public,

those three terrorists will
burrow so far underground,

they will come out
on the other side of the world.

Good. And hopefully,
they'll stay there.

No, they won't.

These aren't mercenaries,
Mr. Mayor.

They're radical fundamentalists,
they're messianic.

And they still have the virus,
and they will come back here...

and they will try it
again and again and again.

And we will face
those challenges,

Frank, as they
present themselves.

No, we won't!

Because we won't know
when the next time's coming.

Frank, the press conference
is in one hour, my office.

Don't be late.

(sighs)

I serve at your
pleasure, Mr. Mayor,

and I will be there.

But it will be my
last press conference.

Frank?

I will be carrying
my letter of resignation.

As you wish.

(sighs)

(door closes)

Hey.

She looks innocent,
but deep down,
she's an assassin.

He's crying,
'cause I just crushed him

at Words with Friends.

GARRETT:
80 points
for "quiz."

I'm gonna go study
my thesaurus.

What's going on around here?

Nothing.
Business as usual.

Is it usually this busy
on a Saturday night?

City that never sleeps.

Grandpa, can I say something?

I don't know, can you?

May Isay something?

Yes, you may.

You look sad.

Are you... sad because
tomorrow is Mother's Day?

That's part of it.

You really loved Grandma
a lot, huh?

She was easy to love.

(laughs)

Grandpa, you're so cute.

I get that a lot.

I hope I can fall in love
like that someday.

So do I.

Just as long as it's not
for another 20 years.

Something bad
is happening, isn't it?

(sighs)

It could be.

Sorry, sweetie.

There are some things
I can't talk about.

Even to me?

Your only granddaughter?

Even to you.

Then no wonder you're sad.

(door opens)

Frank, we have something.

I understand.

Go on.

(sighs)

JACKIE: Okay, Mrs. Daley,

if you hear from your son
Keith, give us a call.

Okay, is it just me,
or does that woman

obviously know more
than she's telling us?
She knows something.

Just how do we prove it?

What if we put
a tail on her

and see if she leads
us right to him?

Or we could let him
come to us-- I mean,
what's tomorrow, after all?

Even Al Capone called home
on Mother's Day.

Want to go up
on her phone?
Yeah, let's get a warrant.

(elevator bell dings)

I never liked
this room.

Too many secrets.

Everything okay?

(sighs)
When you called me

about taking Nicky home,
you didn't sound so good.

I'm sitting in your chair, Pop.

What is it, Francis?

I said something tonight.

I only meant it
as a threat.

But now that
I've said it...

What'd you say?

Pop, when'd you know when it
was time to step down as P.C.?

(sighs)

Well, let me ask you this.

When did you know
you were in love?

(chuckles)

Well, you know Mary--
she told me when I was in love.

Sure she did.

(sighs)

All day...

we have been after some people
looking to attack this city

with a mutated virus.

You shouldn't be
telling me this, Francis.

No.

I shouldn't.

We arrested 'em
about an hour ago.

Two highway patrolmen
acting on intel

got 'em coming over
into Williamsburg.

(sighs)

They were headed
for Grand Central Station.

(sighs)

Secrets and lies.

I'm tired, Pop.

The kind of tired
you can't sleep off.

It's not the big stuff.

Hell... it's easy
to make decisions

to protect eight million people
on this island.

(sighs)
What's hard...

...is knowing how that affects
one single person.

One single family.

And if you lose sight of that...

...you lose your humanity.

REPORTER:
I'm standing in the shadows
of the Williamsburg Bridge

where some highly unusual
police activity

has gotten this
neighborhood buzzing.

Speculation has
really run the gamut here.

Some people think

that it's a massive drug bust,
while others believe

the NYPD's confiscated
a dirty bomb.

We've even heard from some

who believe there's
an extraterrestrial

inside that tent.

Well, here to tell us
what's really going on

is Garrett Moore,

the Deputy Commissioner
of Public Information.

Well, Maria, I hate to be
the bearer of bad news,

but E.T. has not
phoned home.

Uh, but all kidding aside,

what you're seeing here
is nothing more

than a-an exercise, uh,
a fire drill if you will.

MARIA:
Okay, but why now and why here

and why no advance notice
for the neighborhood?

GARRETT:
Well, without getting

into too much detail
about our procedures,

in order for this exercise
to be successful,

it's important for everybody,
including our officers,

to believe the situation
to be real.

MARIA: Okay, so this was
obviously something that was

in the works for quite
a while. Is that true?

Of course it is.

GARRETT:
This actually happens several
times on a regular basis.

Ultimately, the police
are out here

to make sure we're safe
and taken care of,

so there were no incidents.

Good to see you.

God bless you.

Father.
God bless you.

That was
a wonderful service.

Very moving.

Why wasn't
Grandpa at mass?

Well, your grandpa
is working,

but he said he'd make it
home in time for dinner.

Okay.

You know something,
don't you?

Know what?

You forget what I
do for a living?

What's really going on?

Don't ask.

Dad okay?

He's pretty beat up.

He was talking
about resigning last night.

NICKY:
We have to get back.

It's going to take me
at least an hour

to make Grandpa's potatoes.

(chuckles)
Okay.

You heard anything
from Jackie yet?

Not yet.

Danny.

What?

Come on,
they're fine.

They're going to ruin
their Sunday clothes.

Okay, I'll go
talk to them.

Okay.

All right, guys,

come on, get up, knock it off,

you're going to ruin
your good clothes.

It's like déjà vu
all over again, huh?

Seems like it was
just yesterday--

me, you, and Joe rolling
around in the grass fighting.

Yeah, only Jack's not
handing out dead legs

like it's Halloween candy.

Yeah, you'll have
to teach him about that.

(phone ringing)

Now she calls.

Hey, Jack.

You're kidding me.

No, no,
I'm on my way.

Shoot me
the address.

Linda,

I got to go, babe.
Bye.

Hey, what's up?
My guy Keith Daley
called his mother.

Number comes back
to a house here in Brooklyn.

You up for it?

Want me to back you up?

That is, unless you think
you can't handle it.

Yeah, let's go.

Come on.

Gentlemen.

Well done.

Go home to your families.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Thanks, Jim.

Good job, sir.

Thanks for the great
weekend.

MAN:
Who is it?

Uh, I got a delivery here.

All right, hang on.

Yeah.

Keith Daley, I'm
Detective Reagan

with the NYPD.

I need to ask you
some questions.

Hey!

Come here!

Police!
Don't move!

Get up!

Ahh!
Spread your legs!

Where the hell
you going, huh?

You got it
all wrong, okay?

I never hurt him,
I never laid a hand on him.

You never laid a
hand on him, huh?

I didn't even tell you what
you're under arrest for, punk.

Robin, Robin told me
I had to or she'd leave me.

Yeah, who's Robin?

My girlfriend.

Your girlfriend, huh?

So what the hell

is your girlfriend
telling you to kidnap

and kill a
little kid for?

Kill him?
Yeah.

No, no, no,
you got it all wrong.

Oh, really?
Listen to me, yeah.

She was going crazy.

We just had
our third miscarriage.

She said that
if she couldn't have a baby,

that she was going
to kill herself.

You telling me
he's still alive?

Were you telling me that
Patrick's still alive, huh?

Where is he?

Where is he?!
All right, all right.

He's at the park
with his mother.

(panting)

She ain't his mother.

WOMAN:
Hello?

Patrick?

Patrick.

(car door opens)

Come on.

There's your mom.
Go see her.

Patrick, it's me.

Mommy.

Do you remember me?

Mommy.

You wanted to know
why I became a cop.

You don't get a feeling
like that making partner.

Yeah.

I just need you
to fill out some papers.

Look, I was out of line.

I got no right to tell you
whether you should be a cop

or a lawyer or anything else.

We were both out of line.

Maybe.

I know you and Joe were close.

I miss him.

I miss him every day.

I know you do.

He loved you, Danny.

You were his best friend.

So, how come you and I
are just brothers?

I don't know.

Maybe that's something
we could work on, huh?

I'm up for that.

Better get home
for dinner.

Yeah.

By the way, that was
my collar yesterday.

Oh, here we go.

LINDA:
That's very good.

Nice pour.

(Jamie laughs)

That was an incredible
thing you guys did today.

I'm really
proud of you.

Yeah, returning
a missing child

to his mother
on Mother's Day--

that's the sweetest
thing I've ever heard.

I know, I almost feel bad

that you're waiting on us
hand and foot.

Yeah.
HENRY:
Yeah.

Almost.

(laughing):
Yeah.

More meat, please.

More meat for your mom, buddy.

I've been waiting
on Mom all day.

(Henry chuckles)

Hey, we did it for our mother,
now it's your turn.

It's no fair.

Why isn't there a Kid's Day?

Are you kidding me?

It's Kid's Day every day.

And last but not least,

the world-famous
Frank Reagan Mother's Day Mash.

Can I serve it?

Only Grandpa serves those.

That is exactly
correct.

Hey, everybody.
Just in time, Dad.

Sorry, Pop.

Hi, Grandpa.
Hi, Grandpa.

Thanks for making it
for me, Nicky.

They're
a little lumpy.

Well, that's exactly the way
your grandmother liked it.

Did you talk to the mayor?

No, but I sent him
a letter.

LINDA:
Thanks.

I sent him my recipe

for my famous Mother's Day Mash.

(laughs)

Well, we ready to eat?

DANNY: Mm-hmm.
Yes, please.
Sure.

Sean, you're the youngest.

We thank you, God,
for our mothers.

I thank you
that she gave me life

and nurtured me
all of those years.

LINDA:
She gave me my faith,

helped me to know you and
to know Jesus and his ways.

She taught me how to love.

And how to sacrifice for others.

She taught me it was okay to cry
and to always tell the truth.

Bless her
with the graces she needs

and which you want
to give her today.

Help her to feel precious
in your eyes today

and to know
that I love her.

Give her strength and courage,
compassion and peace.

ALL:
Bless her this day
with your love. Amen.

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