All language subtitles for Blue Bloods - S05E21 - New Rules.en

Chief Kent is here, sir.

Well, let's have him, Baker.

Thank you.

Hey.

Hey, hey.

Man voted least popular
by the gangs of New York.

(chuckles)
Thank you very much.

Please.

It's an honor.

On the other hand,

you're sending
so much business

over to the DA's office
that they owe you

a thank-you note
and a nice bottle.

And every one is
a good collar.

And by the book.

Then they owe you
a case of nice bottles.

I won't hold my breath.

Seriously, Don,
great work.

Incredible results.

We're getting there.

Briefing said
you're mopping up.

As we speak.

Well, then take a rest
on your laurels for a minute,

starting now.

I'm good.

And how's Maggie?

She's great.
(chuckles)

Taking her out to lunch
today for our 30th.

Congratulations
on that, too, then.

Department should have
a medal for the wives

that put up with us.

I'll work on that.

And let's book a date for
dinner, just the three of us.

That sounds good.

But you know Maggie will want
to bring along

one of her girlfriends for you.

What, she's still on about that?

Same as it ever was.

But you got my back, right?

Until you say otherwise, boss.

Little something
to wear at your lunch.

What did you do?

Wow.

You earned it.

Like father, like son.

As of now, you are
officially a two-star chief.

Don't know what to say, Frank.

Then I'll say it for both of us.

Thank you, Chief Kent.

BAEZ: That's the car
we're looking for.

You guys ever heard of the DMV?
Huh?

Your tag's expired.

Turn off the ignition,

put your keys and the hands
on the dashboard, both of you.

Just write me a ticket, man.

I got a better idea-- how about
you get your ass out of the car?

You, too. Let's go.
DANNY: Come on.

Come on, on
the sidewalk.

Face the car.
Hands on the car.

Anything in the trunk,
tough guy?

Nah.
You mind if we
take a look?

You got a warrant?

Don't need a warrant.

What, are you a law
professor or something?

Since when do you ask
all the questions?

There's my warrant.

(keyless lock beeping)

Get on the ground.

Get on the ground!
On the ground,
on the ground!

Turn around, get
on the ground now!

Move!
Hands behind your head!

Hands behind your
back. Let's go.

I hope you got
a receipt for those.

The judge will toss this out,
and we'll walk.

You may walk, but you're
gonna have a tough time

explaining how you lost

$50,000 worth
of stolen hardware

to your boss, aren't you?

Now where's your law degree?

Come on, get up.

Hey, what are you
guys doing out here?

Do me a favor-- take your hands
out of your pockets.

Thanks a lot.
Why you hassling us?

We've had multiple complaints
of drug activity on this block.

You guys fit
the general description.

Let me see your I.D.

I want to see
all your I.D.'s.

You got a weapon here?

Man...

What's this, your cold medicine?

Hey, it's Curtis, Eddie.

He got anything on him?

No, he's clean.

Curtis, come here.

What are you doing
out here today, Curtis?

I was just heading to work.

Stopped to talk
for a minute,

and then y'all show up.

Your friends are wearing colors.

What are you doing talking
to gangbangers, Curtis?

They called me over.

They run the neighborhood.

I didn't want to disrespect 'em.

All right, you still working
with your mother

at St. Victor's Hospital?

Yeah.
She talked

to my sister-in-law-- she
asked me to check up on you.

Said she's worried about you
hanging out with bad guys.

Hey, I didn't
do anything wrong, so...

Well, your friends,
they certainly did.

Like I said,
they run the neighborhood.

What else am I supposed to do?

All right, you got a pass
this time, Curtis.

But you got to watch the company
you keep, understand?

Yeah.
All right.

I'm late for work. Can I go?

Yeah, take off.

What do you think?

I think he's a good kid.

Hope it's enough
to keep him out of trouble.

You've got the Brooklyn
borough president at 4:00,

then cocktails
at Gracie Mansion.

Five bucks if you get me
out of drinks with the mayor.

Cost you way more than that.

What is it?

*

Get 'em back to work.
And, Sid...

Everything we got.

Caught it on the air.
What happened?

They were on the way
to his car and got hit.

Chief's driver see the shooter?

Black SUV.
Rear license plate removed.

I'll talk to the driver.

Thank you.

I'd like to catch this one.

You got it.
All hands on deck.

Done deal.

And everything by the book.

How's that the headline?

Just is.

But one of your chiefs
and his wife

were just murdered
in cold blood.

If you ask me,
I say screw the mayor,

the DA, the press
and whoever else

might be looking
over your shoulder.

No one's looking over
my shoulder.

Then why?

When I revised the guidelines
for detectives...

it was Don Kent
who had the most input.

So we do it his way.

Yeah.
That's how we honor him.

Frank.

(siren whoops)

Thomas.

I'm so sorry.

Thomas.

Your mom and dad
were the best of us.

Thank you, sir.

New York City police
chief gets gunned down

in broad daylight and
nobody sees a damn thing?

I got a few descriptions of two
individuals in a black SUV.

Nothing that we can use.
Right.

You spoke to Thomas Kent.

Is there any way this could be
a personal beef against his dad?

Most people don't
settle personal beefs

by carrying out
public executions.

Which makes me think this
is exactly what it looks like.

A gang hit.

Retribution for Chief Kent's

antigang crackdown.

But they got to know it's gonna
bring down the wrath of God.

Ordinarily
it would, but

now One PP
wants our every move

to be right out
of the patrol guide.

I heard that.

Chief Kent was by the book,

so we got to do it
by the book.

I hear a "but."

Course you hear a "but."

Look how it worked out
for Chief Kent.

BAEZ:
We got company.

We'll be working out
of this office.
I'll be back.

Hey.

What are you doing here?

DA has set up
a special task force to assist

with the Kent investigation.
I'm heading it up.

Oh. All right, well,
we're just getting started,

so if we need a warrant
or anything, we'll let you know.

It's not gonna
work that way, Danny.

What's that supposed to mean?

I have
instructions

to ensure this investigation
follows the letter of the law,

so when charges are brought,
they stand up in court.

So you're here to babysit.

On whose orders?

The DA, the mayor.

The powers that be
want to make sure this

entire investigation
is done by the book.

So?

So I'm the book.

Chief Kent served
this department with honor

and distinction for 33 years.

He and his wife Maggie
both committed their lives

to making this city
a better place.

And they will be sorely missed.

For the record...

MAN: Commissioner? This
incident is being referred to

as an execution--
is that accurate?

"Execution," assassination,

massacre-- you can call it
what you want.

It is certainly
the most barbaric assault

targeting this department

that I have seen
in all my years on the job.

Do you believe
this is retribution

for the department's recent
antigang initiative?

If they were gang members.

At this moment,
affiliation and motive

run a distant second
to finding who did this

and bringing them in.

Do you consider this
part of a recent pattern

of tension between
the public and police?

Seriously?

Is that a real question?

Here? Now?

Yes, sir. Certainly the
commissioner is aware...

The commissioner is aware

that a chief and his wife

were gunned down in cold blood.

If you need someone
to frame that

in some larger narrative,

I'm not your guy today.

For the record, I consider this
a double homicide

and a tragic personal loss
for myself

and this department.

(reporters clamoring)

Chief and his wife exit here.

Make their way down
to the sidewalk.

Driver's facing the door,
so he doesn't see

the shooter
approaching in an SUV.

Pop, pop, pop--
they get hit here.

Shooter makes a clean getaway.

Were you working
yesterday...

Trent?

Negative.
My boy Hector had the com.

That would be Hector Florez?

That it would.
Hector
hasn't been

interviewed yet.
Do you know where he is?

He flaked, and they called me in
to cover.

I was supposed
to rehearse with my band.

Oh, you missed band practice,
huh?

What a tragedy.

How about you just tell us
where Hector Florez is?

I heard he's at St. Victor's.

He's in the hospital?
Well, you didn't think

to tell us that
in the first place?

Chill, dude. I just did.

How about you chill, dude?

Okay. Thank you, Trent.

Come on. Let's go.

Like I said, Ma, they're
just friends of mine.

The kind of friends
who get stopped by the police?

They're going to put you
in danger, Curtis.

I'm a lot safer if they like me
than if they don't, Ma.

You need to
trust me.

Uh, sorry. Faith, Dr.
Taylor's asking for you.

We're not done, young man.

You had to tell her?

Your mom's my friend, Curtis.

She's worried about you.

Yeah, but she doesn't know what
it's like for me on the streets.

Well, she's trying.

She just wants you to be safe.

You got to
be careful.

You're as bad as she is.

Well, us overprotective moms
got to stick together.

Now get back to work.

Hey.

What are you
doing here?

You got a patient here,
a Hector Florez?

Yeah. Came into the E.R.
last night.

Gunshot wound to the abdomen.

What happened?

Claims he was cleaning his gun
and it went off,

but the wound doesn't appear
to be self-inflicted.

Did you guys report it?

Yeah. But with the chief
and his wife getting shot,

no one's been down
to question him.

Great. We'll take care of that
right now.

So you were working
the parking stand

when Chief Kent and his wife
were killed?

Yeah. He was a real nice guy,
you know?

He tipped me just for opening
the car door when they came in.

Not everyone does that.

What did you
see, Hector?
Well, they...

they passed by me when they were
leaving the restaurant.

I thanked them for coming.

And then I heard the shots.

And people started screaming.
It was...

it was crazy.

Did you happen to see
who did the shooting?

Nah.

I hit the ground

as soon
as I heard the shots.

You say
you accidentally shot yourself

while you were cleaning
your gun?

Yeah.
(chuckles) Stupid.

It's also stupid to lie to cops.

I mean,
self-inflicted

gunshot wounds look
a certain way, Hector,

and I got to tell you,
that's not it.

I didn't see nothing, Detective.

Entry wound suggests
you were facing the shooter

when you got hit.

That tells us
you saw something.

I'm willing to bet the slug
the docs pull out of your gut

is gonna match the ones that
killed Chief Kent and his wife.

Hector,

we're not trying
to jam you up here.

We're trying to help you.

But we need you
to help us, too, okay?

(sighs)

You got kids, Detective?

I have two boys.

I got
twin girls.

They just turned three.

I want to watch them grow up.
Hector,

whatever you're afraid of,

we can give you protection.

I'm sorry.

I can't help you.

Listen, your best
isn't good enough, okay?

Now, if you don't get me
the ballistics on the slugs

you pulled from the chief and
his wife in the next two hours,

I'm coming down there myself.

You're not
gonna like it.

Get ready to be happy.

Don't I look happy to you?

Took this off
of surveillance

three blocks away
from the crime scene.

All right.
I'm getting a little happier.

Warrior Kings tattoo.

And they got the guy's face.

That's why God invented
facial recognition software.

Son of a bitch.

Mario Hunt.

This guy's a stone-cold killer.

He's one
of Clinton Wallace's made men.

Head of the Warrior Kings.
Yeah.

He's cooling his jets in Rikers
right now. He's awaiting trial.

But these guys never make a move
without Wallace's blessing.

You think Wallace would have
the stones to order Hunt

to take out a police chief
and his wife?

Let's grab Hunt and find out.

I'll be right back.

I need a warrant

to arrest this piece of crap
and to toss his place.

What have you got?

We got him on tape
near the crime scene.

Is that it?

He's a known felon and
a gang member in one

of the most notorious
gangs in the city,

and we got a dead police
chief-- and why the hell

am I answering to you?

ERIN:
You need more, Danny.

Check the file.

The only reason this mutt
is still on the street

is because your office
let him skate twice

on separate manslaughter trials.

Come on, Danny. We wouldn't ask
a judge to issue this warrant

on a regular
homicide investigation.

This isn't
a normal homicide investigation.

We grew up with these people.

It can't be about that.

What...? Is this Dad
talking now or you?

Okay, then, Dad,
do I get my warrant or not?

Not.

Come.

Thought you told me
you weren't with these guys.

I'm not.
We were just hanging out.

Arresting officer said
your pals were selling drugs.

I don't know anything
about that.

How about this?

Yeah, it's no big deal.
They gave it to me.

Actually, Curtis, possession of
an illegal weapon is a big deal,

especially when it's got
Warrior King markings on it.

It's not what it looks like.

Good. Because it looks like
these guys are recruiting you.

Those guys in there make more
in one night

than I do working the entire
month working at the hospital.

Selling guns and drugs.

Trust me, that money
won't do them much good

when they're all dead or in jail
in a year or two.

Look, okay,
they want to recruit me...

(quietly):
but I don't want to, okay?
It's not that easy.

Gangs like the Warrior Kings
feed off guys like you, Curtis.

You do the dirty work,
and they get rich.

I appreciate you trying
to help me out, all right,

but I think I know
what I'm doing.

Could've fooled me.

Hey. Wait, wait.

Do you think you could help
me out with the weapons charge?

You want to be a gangbanger,

you should get used
to spending time behind bars.

WOMAN:
Hey, man, watch it!

DANNY:
Move your ass.

Get out of the way.

Mario,

where the hell are you going?

Look, man, I ain't carrying
nothing, all right?

Really? What do you look
so afraid for, huh?

A big-shot cop got hit.

Which means you guys is
out here kicking ass.

That's true. Shoot him.

Whoa.

What the hell is this?

Modern policing. You rolling?

Great.
Mario Hunt,

you're a person of interest
in a double homicide.

Will you willingly submit
to questioning?

You telling me
I ain't gonna get a beating?

Will you willingly submit
to questioning? Yes or no.

Yeah, why not? I mean,
I ain't got nothing to hide.

I'm sure you don't. Turn it off.

I was really hoping
you would've tried to run.

Let's go.

(door slams outside)

(sighs)

Something smells good.

Your mother's beef stew.

I figured you'd be needing some
about now.

Make it to go, will you?

I'm just changing my clothes
and heading back.

Then I won't offer
to buy you a drink.

Wouldn't make a dent anyway.

You okay, Francis?

No.

You'll get 'em.

Not all of 'em.

What's that mean?

It means, yes,
we'll get the guys

who shot Don and Maggie.

At least, I hope we will.

That's what I meant.

But more will
take their place,

and more after them.

And maybe raise the bar
even higher.

What bar?

The bar, the... threshold

where the guy
in my shoes goes...

"They'll do anything.
They'll stop at nothing."

It's an unwinnable war.

You can't let yourself
think that way, son.

I'm not letting myself
think that way, Pop.

It's just kind of rolling
over me in big, cold waves.

But you're built to take it.

Maybe I was.

Maybe I'm not anymore.

This war--

there's no end, no Appomattox.

Francis, I'm gonna say "enough."

Oh, come on, Pop.

You're telling me
there never came a day

where you didn't say "enough"?

Admit it was a zero-sum game

and get the hell out?

No.

Then I'm saying
you're lying to me, Pop.

I'll take some
of that stew to go.

DANNY:
These photos place you in
the vicinity of the crime scene

minutes before
the murders took place.

Me and, like,
10,000 other people.
Yeah, well,

none of those 10,000
have a rap sheet

quite as impressive
as yours, tough guy.

Now, what the hell
were you doing

in that neighborhood
at that time of day?

Hanging out with this girl, man.

You know how that go.

What's her name?

Don't know her that well.

You think this is funny?

Nah. I think it's a waste
of my damn time.

Well, why don't you stop
wasting ours?

You've been popped twice
for manslaughter.

Walked both times.

Prosecutors ain't
what they used to be.

Both times, weapon used
was a .45 caliber

semiautomatic handgun.

Same as the one used
to kill the chief and his wife.

There's a million
of those things on the street.

BAEZ:
Kent was coming
down pretty hard

on the Warrior Kings.

You guys must have been
pissed off.

Doesn't mean we took him out.

Why don't we just cut
to the chase here?

We know your boss, Wallace,
called you from Rikers Island,

and ordered the hit
on the chief.

I have no idea what
you're talking about, Officer.

There's no officers here,
only detectives.

You're gonna make this

real tough
on yourself, Mario.

Look, we both know,
if you had anything on me,

my ass would already be
in the system.

Look, I'm done talking.

Either arrest me, or let
me the hell up out of here.

Yeah, thought so.

That's right. Beat it.

Bring me back a bottle of water

or something.

I don't give a damn what
that son of a bitch says.

He's our guy.

Maybe, but he's right.

You have no weapon, no evidence
connecting him to this crime.

Listen, we're not
gonna get anything

if our freaking
hands are tied!

We can't do
our jobs!

Okay, we need time
to build a case.

Did you put Hunt's picture
in a photo array

in front of your witness

in the hospital?
Yeah, we did.

He wouldn't I.D. him.
Wouldn't or couldn't?

BAEZ:
Hector Florez lives
in the Bronx.

He knows the Warrior Kings,

knows what they're capable of.

I get that he's scared,
and I understand,

but you have no I.D.,

no weapon,

nothing on Hunt.

Give us time, and we'll find it.

Let us hold him for 24 hours.

Based on what?

Based on who
gives a damn.

An old warrant,
a clerical error.

Just put
him on ice!

I can't do that, Danny.

You can't, or you won't?

We let him go now,

he's gonna disappear,
and then we got squat.

I'm sorry.

Cut him loose.

Is it true, Danny?

What are you
talking about?

I hear you had Mario Hunt in
your house and you let him go.

Yeah, unfortunately, it's true.

You like him as the shooter?

I do.

Then how the hell
could you let him walk?!

(sighs)

A lot of cooks in the kitchen
on this one, Thomas.

What the hell's that supposed
to mean?
Look,

I got a car
sitting on Hunt 24-7.

He slips up, that joker will be
back in here, I promise you.

How does a gangbanging scumbag

with a sheet a mile long
get released

when there's a cop and his wife
in the morgue?

Can't cross the line right now.

Since when the hell
is there a line

when one of ours gets killed?

I don't like it
any more than you do, okay?

There's rules, Danny.

You know 'em
just as well as I do.

Take it easy, all right?

Rule number one is,

nothing stands in the way

of us just getting justice
for a fallen officer.

I shouldn't have
to tell you that!

I'm doing all I can.

Could have fooled me.

You know, Danny, if it was
your old man in the morgue

or your DA sister, I'd burn
this city down to make it right.

That's what a real cop does.

(door opens)

You wanted to see me?

Yeah.

Your boss tells me

you asked off
the Kent investigation.

That's right.

You mind telling me why?

All due respect, I can't work
a homicide in tap shoes.

Meaning?

And you know what it means.

I'm sorry you find
proper procedure such a burden.

Proper procedure?

You got Erin wrapped around
my neck so tight,

I can barely breathe.

I got her there?!

If that's what you really think,
you need to do your homework.

I did.

There's no way she sets up shop
in a squad without your say-so.

Yeah. Her-her boss asked for
my cooperation, and I gave it,

so I could ask for his
and get it.

And you're done
when I say you're done.

(sighs)

Don Kent was a great cop

who never brought anything
but honor to the job.

Well, we can agree on that much.

Then honor him.
Do your job.

I'm doing my job
the best way that I can.

Oh, get over yourself,
Detective.

Do your job, period.

We're trying to honor Chief Kent
by doing it his way

when we should be honoring him

by trying to find the guy
who killed him and his wife.

We're not gonna do that
by being sentimental.

There comes a time to rule
by fear, and not by the book.

Has that time come?

Then take my shield.

You seem to want it.
Take it.

No.

Then I'm still
your commissioner,

and your request
to reassign is denied.

Hey.

I just got a call from the
hospital administrator.

You're leaving?

I'm taking Curtis down to Tampa.

I heard he got arrested.

Judge let him off
with a warning.

Are you sure things
are gonna be better in Tampa?

No... but that boy
is all I've got,

and I don't know
what else to do.

(quietly):
Come here.

Thanks, Linda.

I couldn't ask
for a better friend.

Oh, stop it.

How you doing there, Hector?
I'm good.

Doc says I should go home soon.

Good for you.

Saw your girls outside.

Yeah. Beautiful family you got.

Thanks.
BAEZ:
I bet they're happy

Daddy's coming home.
Yeah.

They say they can't
sleep at night

unless Daddy checks
the closet for monsters.

Yeah, it's a
father's job, right?

Make 'em feel safe.

Yeah.

You, uh... you find the guy
who, uh, shot those people?

As a matter of
fact, we did.

DANNY: Yeah.
Oh. Oh, good.

Unfortunately,
had to let him go.

(sighs)

You're from the Bronx,
isn't that right, Hector?

Yeah.
So, you've seen

firsthand what gangs can do

to a neighborhood, haven't you?

BAEZ:
Drugs, guns,

extortion, murder.

Yeah, you learn to live with it,
and you mind your own business.

DANNY:
Right.

Like when a bunch of gang
members torched an apartment

a few weeks back in Hunts Point,
killing a three-year-old boy

and his grandmother.
BAEZ:
Bronx Homicide collared

a couple gang members,

but no one from the neighborhood
would step up and testify.

You got to take care
of your own.

Don't give me that crap,
all right?

You're not taking
care of your own.

You're turning your back
like a coward, Hector.

That's what you're doing.

I mean, how
else could

that same gang turn around
only a week later

and torch another building?

Only this time, right
across the street,

and this time killing
five people instead of only two?

You want to take care
of your own?

You put these animals away.

You put 'em away in a cage
where they rot.

Yeah, these people--
they know who I am.

They approached my wife.

They scared the hell out of her.
You... you're asking me

to put a target on my family.

We are asking you
to do the right thing.

DANNY:
You check the
closet at night

for monsters.

So your girls can feel safe.

This is a real monster, Hector.

A real monster.

You want to keep
your girls safe...

you'll help us
put this monster away.

Nice job, Danny.

You, too, partner.

Hey, Esposito,
it's Danny Reagan.

Look, we got a positive I.D.
on Mario Hunt.

I need you to pick him up and
bring him to the house, okay?

What? What the hell
are you talking about?

Where the hell's
Mario Hunt?

We got the warrant squad
and the fugitive task force

working around the clock.
How'd we lose him?

Hunt pulled a fast one
at his apartment building.

Gave 'em the slip.
It happens.

It shouldn't. A prime suspect
in a double homicide

shouldn't be able to waltz away
from police surveillance.

Well, maybe we should've
thought about that

before we turned
the guy loose.

Excuse me, Lieutenant? We?

Well, I'm just saying
this lowlife should've never

seen the light of day
once we got our hands on him.

So you're suggesting
Detective Reagan

would've been better served

if he'd beaten a confession
out of the suspect?

I didn't say that.
It wouldn't hold up

in court,
but what the hell, right?

I didn't mean
to be out of line, boss.

No, you just got
a natural gift for it.

You want blood? Bring me
the head of Mario Hunt.

I didn't say that was my way...
Oh, yeah, you pretty much did.

Tell the chiefs
to turn the dogs loose.

That's an order.

That's the biggest turnout I've
ever seen for a cop's funeral.

I saw shields from Boston,
Chicago, Florida.

Don worked with departments
all over the country.

We doubled our gang convictions
on his watch.

I'll miss the man
more than the cop.

Uh, he used to
take me and Thomas

to Ranger games
at the Garden.

Good people gone too soon.
Yep.

When Danny and I first
got married, Maggie Kent--

she was
the one who, uh,

told me what it was gonna
be like to be a cop's wife.

She reminded me of Grandma.
Mrs. Kent always knew

what to say
to make you feel better.

Yeah, between her and Mom,
we couldn't

get away with anything
as kids.

Didn't stop you from trying.

I'd like to hear
some of those stories.

No, those were
different times.

That's what you
always say.

That's 'cause
it's true.

I remember the night
Mom died.

When we got back
from the hospital,

Maggie Kent had cooked
a week's worth of food

and left it
at the door.

Didn't make a big deal about it.

Didn't even call.

She just did
what had to be done.

You guys know
who killed them?

This... may not be the best time
to get into that subject.

SEAN:
But you told us
that you

busted the guy,
then Aunt Erin let him go.

Sean.
FRANK:
Sean, there is a difference

between supposing something and
having the evidence to prove it.

DANNY:
Yeah, well, sometimes

they don't give you
the actual time

to find the evidence
you need to prove it.

Who's they?

They being the wise men
who wrote the Fourth Amendment

to the Constitution.

JAMIE:
Come on, Erin,
even they knew

that extraordinary times call
for extraordinary measures.

Really? What amendment
is that, Jamie?

This was a chief executed
by gang members

to send a message.
DANNY: That's right,

and you got to send
a message back.

You start breaking the law
to enforce it,

you've crossed the street
to their side.

Exactly.
Well, you tell that
to Thomas Kent.

I don't have to.
His dad would've.

ERIN:
You want to nail
Mario Hunt?

Why don't you try
some solid police work?

I did solid police work.

I had him in the box
in my squad, you remember that?

Course, 'cause
you're the one that

let him walk right out the door.

You brought him in
on a hunch, Danny.

I brought him in
because he's the guy

that pulled the trigger.

Based on what evidence?
That's enough.

Tearing into each other isn't
gonna do anybody any good here.

You're right.
I'm gonna go back to work.

Danny.
Not on a day like today.

Please?

We sit down together,
we get up together.

And I just printed the first
draft of your dedication remarks

for Chief Kent at
the fallen officers memorial.

Thank you.

Thank you, Baker.

So where's the head
of Mario Hunt?

We don't have him.

Why not?

We haven't let the dogs loose.

I gave you an order
to go all-out 1970s on this.

No, you didn't, sir.

You calling me out, Sid?

No, sir.

You said some things,
but I did not think

they added up
to a direct order.

So you didn't pass my order on?

No, sir.

And why not?

Because I didn't think
it was a good idea.

You just made my point.

I knew that wasn't you
giving that order.

That was a
heat-of-the-moment thing.

I used to have a lot
of those moments.

And I learned the hard way
how to recognize them

and manage them.

I knew Chief Kent was still on
the job because you personally

asked him
to stay on.

Why would you say that?

Because we were at a racket
together back in the fall.

And he was kind of
polling a few of us--

what would you do if you were
up for retirement

and you asked us to stay on?

I wasn't aware he shared that

with anyone else besides me.

Boss, the fact is that
he was still on the job

because he wanted to be,

not because
he had to be.

This is not on you,
no way, no how.

It's my command.

Well, for what it's worth, boss,

we all said we'd stay on the job
if you asked us to.

To a man.

Thank you.

That'll be all.

Guys from the 2-7 stopped
and questioned three

high-level members
of the Warrior Kings.

Let me guess--
none of 'em know Mario Hunt.

Got to hand it
to these guys.

They're murdering dirtbags,
but they're disciplined.

Well, the Warrior Kings got
their own version of omertà.

You speak about gang business,
you die an unnatural death

at the hands
of Clinton Wallace.

So how the hell are we gonna
track down Mario Hunt

if everyone's so damn scared
of Clinton Wallace?

That's just it.

We got to stop operating
from the bottom up.

Let's take a ride, Dorothy.

Where we going?

We're off to see
the wizard.

Mr. Wallace,
I'm Detective Reagan.

This is Detective Baez.

I know who you are.
I'm sure you do.

And I'm sure
you know why we're here.

I take it you still
haven't figured out

who killed your chief
and his lovely wife.

We know who did it.
He works for you.

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

We need you to tell us where
we can find Mario Hunt.

That'd be tough.

I don't get out
as much as I used to.

Nothing goes down on the street
without you knowing about it.

I hear things.

And if word came down,

Hunt would be in our custody
within an hour.

The question is:
Why would I do that?

To take the heat
off your operations.

Far as I can tell,
cops are working this case

like they're scared
of their own shadows.

We can cut a deal.

Maybe get some consideration
from the DA on your

murder charge.

That's funny, huh?
Yeah.

NYPD coming here

begging for help
to bust a cop killer.

Used to be

he'd close this door
and beat me

till I stopped breathing
or gave you a name.

But this is not
how we do things anymore.

We're not begging.
We're just asking.

I hate cops.

Always have.

But I always respected how you
took care of one another.

Now you don't even do that.
Where's Mario Hunt?

Y'all might not have
each other's backs anymore,

but the Kings still do.

Even if I gave you Mario,

you got no case.

We got an eyewitness.

(chuckles)
Who?

The guy in the hospital?

(chuckles)

I wouldn't count on him.

You never know when he's gonna
take a turn for the worst.

C.O.!

Yeah.

You know, there's some pizza
in the nurses station.

You should grab a slice.

You all good, Mr. Florez?

(chuckles)
Ready to go home tomorrow.

You know, I wanted
to tell you...

I think what you're doing
takes a lot of courage.

I don't know
how much courage I got.

I'm scared to death, Nurse.

Yeah, but standing up
and telling the truth--

it's the right thing to do.

My wife says I'm crazy.

Just tell her you're doing it
for those little girls.

Yeah.

I want Hector's floor in the
hospital sealed off immediately.

You really think the Kings are
gonna try to take Hector out?

Damn straight I do.
Call it in.

Son of a bitch.

Hey, Curtis, you here
to clean the room?

You okay?

(shrieks)
Oh, my God, no!

What are you doing, Curtis?
Please.

I need you to leave
the room now, Nurse Reagan.

You don't want
to do this, Curtis.

I don't have a choice.

Kids. I got kids.

Put the gun down.

Please, get out.

Curtis, Hector is my patient.

I'm responsible for his life.

I'm not going anywhere, Curtis.

Please don't.

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