All language subtitles for Blue Bloods S14E18 End of Tour 1080p AMZN WEB-DL DDP5 1 H 264-NTb[EZTVx.to].srt - eng(3)

Judge Barbara Carson,
56 years old,

Supreme Court judge.

She came outside
to read the paper,

like she does every day,
at approximately 0600.

Husband?
He came outside
to see her

at 0630; found her dead,

one apparent
gunshot wound.

DANNY:
Did he hear anything?
No.

Anyone hear anything?
No reports

of gunfire from any
of the neighbors, either.

Killer probably
used a silencer.

Husband see anything?

Not that he told us.
He's inside with EMS now.

Tape off the entire yard,

let us know when MLI gets here.

Copy that.

You know, I googled her.
Yeah?

Her nickname? Judge Barbara
"The Incarsonator,"

because of her high rate
of convictions.

I guess someone didn't want
to get incarsonated.

Said if she didn't find

the defendant in her case
not guilty,

there was going to be
a lot of killings,

starting with her.

And who was this defendant?

Do you know?
A member of
the Ace Double Treys,

accused of a triple homicide
in Harlem last year.

Did she report it to anyone?

She passed it off,

and said, "Who'd kill a judge?"
You know? (sniffles)

You've just had great sex with
a person you're really into.

You call her.
When, in 1958?

No. Now! Say you were

at a restaurant with her,
and she comes back to the table.

You have some manners.
You pull her chair out for her.

Okay.
And did you stand up,
or did you stay seated

and just kind of
kick her chair out?

I stood.
Exactly.

Like you call.
(chuckles)

You don't text.

DISPATCH (over radio):
2-9 David, you have a 10-30,

possible carjacking,
intersection

Avenue D and East Second street.

2-9 David. Show us responding.

(siren wailing)

(gunfire)

(groans)

(horn blares)

(panting)

Badillo, cuffs!

(panting)

Badillo?! C...

2-9 David.

Central 10-13!

We've got officer down
at this location.

(groaning)
Sorry. Hey, hey.

Central,
my partner has been shot!

Keep your eyes open.
Stay with me, okay?
(groans)

Stay with me.

(groaning)
You're gonna give that girl

a call, right? Right?

You stay with me.
You're gonna

give that girl a call.
(groans)

Brooklyn Heights was also
an important way station

on the Underground Railroad.

From nearby Plymouth Church,

the Reverend Henry Ward Beecher
housed those refugees

in nearby homes,
including this one.

It is my honor
and privilege today

to designate 519 Stanton Street

as a New York City
historical landmark.

(applause)
(motorcycle approaching)

Gun!
(people screaming)

Cover the mayor!
Cover the mayor!
Move! Move!

Get him out of here!
Get him out of here!

(speaking Spanish)

MALE VOICE (translating):
The gangs of New York

are now one family,

with one demand.

Amnesty for our hostages
in prison

and release
for one awaiting trial.

(man on screen speaking Spanish)

MALE VOICE (translating):
The more time you waste,

the more
of your people we waste.

(phones buzzing, chiming)

The mayor's been shot!
They shot the mayor.

(overlapping chatter)

Let's go! Give us some room.

Coming through.
Coming through.

I've got the
police commissioner.

DOCTOR:
Sorry, Commissioner.

You can't come in right now.

He's my police commissioner.
Let him in.

60 seconds. Go!

Get me up to speed.

Four cops shot, one fatality,
three wounded, not likely.

An NYPD precinct
was firebombed,

and a kind of manifesto was
sent to the D.A. demanding

a bunch of gangbangers
get released.

And the mayor was shot.

And that, too.

Give us the room.

(footsteps receding)

(door opens, closes)

The chain of succession puts
the Public Advocate in charge

if the mayor is incapacitated.

Yes, I know that, Mr. Mayor.

Just listen.

Ignore him.

Punt his calls.

Get your people
to run interference.

I don't think
I can do that, Mr. Mayor.

You can.

Done it to me a million times.

I'm handing you the keys.

You're driving.

Get us out of this.

DOCTOR:
Clear the room, now.

He's all ours now.
NURSE: We're going to need
a central line.

(indistinct chatter)

(sighs)

♪

Five-ten, black or navy hoodie,

O.G. Air Jordan knockoffs
or look like 'em.

Look like 'em how?
High tops,

red, black, grey.
Again, where is Badillo?

He's not here.

Not here, in this hospital?

Yeah, right.

Or not here anymore?

McNICHOLS:
Sorry, Eddie.

(sighs) What didn't I do?

There's nothing
you could've done.

I need the forensics report.

Of the bullets in him.

Eddie...
I need to know

if any of 'em was mine.

None of 'em were yours.

You got the forensics
report already?
Eddie.

I want to see him.
I need to see.

Eddie, listen to me.
Excuse me, Sarge?

Hey, privacy, please?

Thought you'd
want to know. Uh,

the shooter's on this floor.

Hey, come on. Come on.

Who? Him? Him?!

Eddie.
Hey, Eddie.

Where is he?

Where? Where is he?!
Where is he?!

Doc. Okay. Doc.
I want to see him.

I have every right to see him!
Come on, Eddie...

I have every right to see him!
No!

(elevator bell dings)

(sighs)

How's she doing?

About how you'd think.

I'm so sorry, man.

Thank you.

So, a CI traded me some intel
on one of the shooters.

The one that killed Badillo?

Then shot my wife?

I don't know.

There've been three other radio
cars fired upon, and counting.

Don't know. I know
he gave me the name

of a guy who can finger
one of 'em.

Go get 'em.

And good luck.

I also don't know it wasn't
actually their shooter, either.

My place is here with her.

You her doctor?

Shut up, man.
No?

Or are you the cop
who collars one of these guys?

It's all hands on deck
out there, Jamie.

And we got way more deck
than hands.

Now, I already got a name--
Emilio Mars--

so let's go get an address.

ERIN:
How's Eddie?

She's okay. Jamie's with her.

Going after cops, Danny.

I know.

I can't lose
another brother.

You won't.

Hey.

Hi. It looks like
the Ace Double Treys

and, uh, Mano Sangriento
have joined forces.

DANNY: And what about
the list they sent?

ERIN: They're all gang members
currently in the system,

imprisoned or awaiting trial.

And Judge Carson?

She's handled a number
of gang-related murder trials,

including the one
that she was hearing...

BAEZ:
Guys, you got to see this.

It's from Judge Carson's
cell phone.

CARSON:
Whomever sees this, please,

I'm begging you, please,
please do as they wish.

They're going to kill people,

cops and jurors will be murdered
if you don't.

Please don't kill me.

Greg, I love you and the kids.

Back up a few frames.

DANNY:
Right there.

See if you can push in
on her sunglasses.

That's Carlos Ramirez.

You think he's the one

that brokered the deal
to join forces?

I don't know,
but it wouldn't surprise me.

ERIN: Well, I'm surprised,
given the outstanding warrant

that he has,
that he'd come back to New York.

Maybe he wants
his daughter back.

Well, if that's why
he came back,

we better get to her first.

GORMLEY: So, what
did the mayor say?

Okay, I will tell you
what he said,

but not to leave this room, ever.

Copy that.

But I'm gonna remind you,
I'm not a cop.

One is not...
Will you shut up
and just listen?

(exhales) The mayor reminded me

that the Public Advocate is
in charge in his absence.

Which was his duty
and the right thing to do.

Yes, but then he said,

"Ignore all calls and push off
any requests for a meeting."

I think this is where you decide
whether you stay or go.

I'm all ears.

Good.

So, then he said,

"Here's the keys to the city.

You drive."

And what did you take that
to mean?

Well, I was hoping
you could tell me, both of you.

Well, I'd take it to mean,
do your job as you always do.

But with a pass
from second-guessing, for once.

GORMLEY:
Yeah.

FRANK:
Yeah.

Well, I'm glad I asked.

We had shots fired at
a radio car on Bainbridge Avenue

in the confines
of the 5-3 Precinct.
Oh, gee.

One officer was hit,
minor injuries at this time.

Perp is in the wind.

(sighs)
And Chief of Patrol

finally arrived,
so the gang's all here,

waiting in your
conference room.
Yeah. I know.

What did I miss?

The mayor gave Frank
the keys to the city,

and said, "You..."
Said, "You drive."

Which means

he does his job.

But with a personal touch.

The shooter was
most likely chosen,

so he's a fearless bastard,

probably grew up in the life.

But that also means
he might have a brother

or an uncle in the prison system

that we could lean on

to find out
where this guy might go.

So, find out.

And I want to be there
when we bring this guy in.

They ID'd
the mayor's shooter

as Alejandro Batista.

He's a Mano
Sangriento soldier.

His father Lorenzo
is doing a long stint

in a state prison.

So check
the Inmate Lookup.

It's been redacted
from the database.

He must have some real value
as an informant.

So, uh...

so good for him?

So I need you to find out
who his attorney is.

He would be privy
to his whereabouts

for client access.

Seriously?

Yeah, for appeals, for--

No, no, I-I know why.

With that kind
of consigliere,

I would be sticking my neck out.

You'd be doing a favor
for my father.

Because of all the ones
that he has done for me.

His son shot the mayor,
and my father wants to find him.

It's the right thing
to do, Jack.

For you.

If that helps.

What's going on?

Were you looking for me?
We're looking

for Amelia. She didn't
show up to school today.

Oh, my God.

Your son take her?

I don't know.
DANNY:
Where would your son

take her if he did?
I don't know!

You realize Amelia's in
tremendous danger right now.

My son would never hurt
his daughter!

I thought you didn't know
if he took her or not.

BAEZ:
Your son killed

a judge this morning.
The mayor's

been shot, cops
are being killed.

Amelia is in danger
just by being with him.

And why?

Because of you.

This is your fault!

If you had left him alone,

none of this
would have happened.

And Amelia would be
safe with me.

REPORTER:
But also, we have breaking news
here tonight.

A hero cop...

(phone ringing)

Hello?

(quietly):
It's me. Amelia.

Hi.

Is everything okay?

I need help.

Where are you?

I don't know. But I'm scared.

If you tell me where you are,
I can come get you.

I'm with my dad,

but I don't know where.

Can you describe

exactly where you are to me?
RAMIREZ:
Mija.

(gasps) Got to go.
JANKO: No.

Amelia, wait.

Sleep tight, muñeca.

♪ ♪

I thought
about calling Amelia back,

but I didn't want
to put her in any more danger.

How did she know how
to get in touch with you?

She's got
this little pink bunny,

and she carries it
with her everywhere.

And so I sewed my card into it,

just in case she ever needed me.

Could you hear anything
in the background?

Not really. I mean,
I heard a man's voice,

and I'm assuming
that that was Ramirez.

She sounded so scared.

We're gonna find her.

Maybe we can ping the phone.

I want to help.

The best thing you can do
to help right now

is to get better.

No, it's a graze.
It's nothing.

I'm not talking
about the physical part.

Right. That.

You got to take care
of yourself, Eddie.

Okay.

Well, can you do
something for me then?

Anything.

How 'bout you don't baby me
and you don't sideline me

and you don't give me a line
about how this is too personal

or too close to home or
too hard or too anything.

I want to help.

I need to help.

Why on earth would I ever baby

one of the toughest cops
I've ever known?

We get a lead,

I'll call you right away.

'Kay.

And...

if it all gets to be too much--

I'll let you know.

Okay.

Flowers for you.
What?

Not a peep.
There's no one else here!

What kind of delivery guys
are you?!
I said quiet.

Don't move.

(breathing heavily)

Clear.

Go into the room.

You're cops?

Yes, ma'am.

We need to know,

where is Emilio?

That makes three of us
that want to know.

You are clearly in a
delicate condition.

We don't want
to bother--
"Delicate"? Seriously?

Try "furious"!

Hey, hey, hey.
I was due yesterday,

and Emilio
ain't nowhere to be found.

And now even the cops
can't find him?

Take a seat.

We're sorry
to bother you,

but you know anywhere
we might find him?

If I did, I'd be there
kicking his skinny ass

to Sunday.

Thank you
for your time.

And good luck with the baby.

So we got nothing.

I got her phone bill.

He has to be calling her.

I can put in for a subpoena
for her call records.

We can track him from there.

That may take time
that we don't have.

I know a guy.

We're doing this
by the book.
Starting when?

There was nothing by the book
about what we just did in there.

All right, you
start on your guy.

I'll get started
on the subpoena.
Yeah.

DANNY: Phone pinged
around here. Spread out.

(helicopter whirring)

I see it. Cover.

Go.

Got it.

Gun!

(groans)

Hands up!

I give up!
Get 'em up!

Both hands in the air! Now!
I give up!

(groans)

Gun.

Where's the girl?

Oh, my God, you shot me.

I'm shot.
Where's Amelia?!

Who?
The little girl!

Where is Ramirez
and his daughter?

Please, man, you got to help me.

(groaning)

(phone ringing)

(panting)

DANNY:
Hello?

RAMIREZ:
Is it done?

No.

I'm still here.

Not for long.

Why don't you come
down to the squad?

We'll talk about it.

You think I'm stupid, Reagan?

No. I think
you love your daughter.

You tried to break up my family.

You did that all by yourself.

You're putting your daughter
in danger right now.

You put her in danger.

Just like you did
with your wife.

You know how this ends.
With me,

taking my daughter back home
where she belongs.

Your daughter belongs
with her grandmother.

You pretend to be a family man,

but you would do anything
for a win.

Not this time.

(sighs)

Well, the PC is on his way
to speak with the father.

Of the mayor's shooter?

Well, alleged shooter.

Okay. Well, uh, you're welcome.

And you think
there's any chance that

this'll make your father
forget his grudge against me?

He doesn't have a
grudge against you.

Ah. (chuckles)

Quite the opposite.

He was heartbroken
when we split up.

Yeah. Yeah, anyone
could clearly see that.

Like most people,
he just...

...got cold to
hide his hurt.

You know, when push
comes to shove,

we really do work
well together.

Yeah, we do a-a-a few things
well together.

No shoving required.

Maybe we should do
something about that.

(chuckles softly) Well,
we, uh, tried marriage.

Do you remember?
Yeah.

And despite our best efforts,
we're still right here.

One foot in, one foot out.
(chuckles softly)

Maybe, uh...

we try both feet.

Get married again?
I mean...

everyone deserves
a second chance, right?

Maybe...

we give each other a break.

You're serious.

I mean, everything would be...

different this time.

Party of two? City hall?

Tell everybody about it
after the fact?
Yeah.

Lorenzo Batista,

this is--
I know who this is.

Mr. Reagan.

You can remove the cuffs.

I'm afraid
we're gonna need your office.

Uh, sorry for the inconvenience.

Thanks so much.

We're all in the business
of keeping this meeting secret.

(grunts)

(exhales)

Do you, uh, know
what's happening in my city?

Our city.

Okay.

They've shot the mayor.

And missed.

Uh, they missed
the kill shot, yeah.

And by "they,"

I mean your son.

Alejandro.

I didn't hear that.

(scoffs softly)

Where they charged, tried and
convicted him in the shooting.

You're right.

None of those things
have happened.

Because, first, I need
to ask him some questions.

Is that a figure
of speech for you,

you asking questions?

Don't you mean your detectives?

Yes. Figure of speech.

What do you need to ask me?

Uh, where my detectives
can find him

so they can bring him in
for questioning.

Safely.

Safely for who?

Alejandro.
(chuckles)

You're looking to watch
out for him. Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Can we cut the crap?

What you got?

Well, I think that's my line.

Not if you want
to keep on talking.

Okay.

Surveillance footage,

ballistics from another shooting
18 hours earlier

where he was on the scene.

Also surveillance on the scene?

No.

A confederate we flipped.

So, a rat.

So, you come down here

to get me to rat on Alejandro.

Rat on my son,

and try to trick me
with some blurry video

and a Judas.

(sighs)

When you look in the mirror,

you see yourself
with a white hat.

You think you're the good guy.

Well, that's weird.

What?

His number's static

over on
East 14th Street.

That's the baby mama's address.

Yeah, but hers is
pinging erratically

up in the Bronx
and lower Westchester.

Which means?

Which means
they switched phones.

He has hers, probably
in a Faraday bag

so it only pings
when he takes it out to use it.

So we can't track him?

Well, only to the last place
he made a phone call

or checked
his messages, so

a day late and a dollar short.
(phone ringing)

Okay, thank you.

Good work.

Jamie.

Yeah, we got something.

(sighs)

You know, I didn't
come here empty-handed.

Well, that's good to hear,
because...

...so far, it's all
a song and dance.

I, uh, I first landed in Albany,

where I met with
the attorney general

and the U.S. attorney
for the Southern District.

My agreements with them

are untouchable,

so just more song and dance now.

They were untouchable

as long as you were productive,

but if I could convince them

that you were
withholding information

on the whereabouts of the guy

who tried to off
the mayor of New York...

We're back where we started.

If, if and if.

Except I already did
convince them.

I can always do more time.

Well, see,
here's the thing. Um...

they spend a lot of man hours

and tax dollars
moving you around

to keep you safe
from the general population.

But if they start to figure

you no longer are
laying the golden eggs...

So what if I'm in general pop?

I got a lot of
good friends out there.

No.

You may have some friendlies,

but it has been a long time
since you've had any friends.

Except the Feds
who you sing to for your supper.

Well, I'll take my chances.

Thank you for the talk, though.

Guard.

Guard!

Today, they only come
when I call 'em.

(sighs)

You know those chances
you said you'd take?

Five'll get you 50 you'll be
dead before sundown Sunday.

And the same chances
your son will be on

the next train to hell

after a shootout with my cops.

I had a son who was killed.

By the police, actually.

And he was about
your son Alejandro's age.

(sighs)

And if someone were
to say to me,

before it happened,

"Here's your choice:

"We can kill him now

or he can spend the rest
of his life in prison."

I tell you what...

...I wouldn't blink.

I'd be up there at that prison
every chance I got,

with a bag of hamburgers
for us and

a deck of cards

so we could spend time
together...

...just playing gin
and shooting the bull.

And I'd be thrilled to be there.

And eternally grateful
for the chance,

because I know the cold dark

the other choice brings.

Every single day.

JOE:
So, that's your plan?

Park outside the building?

We sit on the house
in case he comes back,

unless you got
a better idea.

Excuse me.

What happened to her?

She's having a baby
is what happened to her.

EMT:
All right,
let's go, let's go.

(siren wailing)

What do you think?

Even cop killers got a soft spot

for their little newborn babies?

Yeah.

I poked the bear, gramps.

If I didn't go messing around
with Mano Sangriento

and the ADT's, none of this
would be happening right now.

Maybe you're right.

It's probably a good thing
that we don't

go after these bad guys

or go after
the drug dealers, right?

Just let 'em
run wild.

I get your point.

The problem is
you don't know

how many people
you've saved

by going after
these guys.

And you never will know

because that's
the way the job works.

It's just getting
really personal now.

I always

told you
not to bring the job home.

I know,

leave it in my locker
after my tour.

As far as
I can see,

you've done a
good job with that.

But the problem now is...

...you have no one
not to bring it home to.

What are you talking about?

I have no doubt that

you'll get these guys

and go on to another case,
and another case.

The problem is...

That I don't have anybody
not to bring it home to?

Yeah.

Promise me,

when this case is over,

you'll find that someone?

I promise.

And maybe use the fact
that it is personal

to your advantage?

How so?

This is a father
avenging his daughter.

Mm-hmm.

Think like a father.

We've tracked every number
we got on Ramirez

and came up with nothing.

The address was
another dead end.

And the two guys
that ambushed us

aren't talking
either.

Ramirez could be
out of the country by now.

We are gonna get Ramirez.

Well, is that before or after
Amelia gets killed?

ABETEMARCO:
Good news.

One of the guys
from the list of

the ADT's that
Ramirez want released,

he's in Dannemora for drugs.

And?

And he had a
come to Jesus moment

and wants to help.

ERIN:
Help how?

He doesn't know
where Ramirez is,

but he does know that
the head of Mano Sangriento

uses a house up in the Bronx
on Arthur Avenue

as a crash pad.

Okay, so how do we know
it's not another setup?

ABETEMARCO:
He swears
it's legit.

He even gave me the code
to unlock the door.

(sighs)

Can you get a warrant?

Yeah, I'll put in for
an application now.

All right, we'll
check it out.

We'll check it out.

We'll check it out together.

Punch in
the code.

I'll check
upstairs.
Yeah.

I'll check
the basement.
I got this floor.

(sliding door opens)

RAMIREZ:
Let's have
some lunch.

I made some

pink lemonade,

just like
you like it.

Dad?

DANNY: It's good
to see you, Amelia.

I'm glad you're okay.

Is everything okay?
Mm-hmm.

Your dad would never let
anything bad happen to you.

Glad she's okay.
Her grandma

was worried sick about her.
She doesn't
need to worry.

She's with
her father.

'Cause that's what fathers do.

They protect
their children at all costs.

AMELIA:
I'm scared.

Don't be scared, mija.

I got you.

You know, my dad
used to tell me that

kids learn
from their father's example,

not from their words.

This could go bad.

Mija...

...go upstairs to your room
and grab your bag,

because we're going
to leave soon.

Are you sure it's okay?

It's okay, mija, it's okay.

These nice police officers
will help you

if you need anything.

I could take you. Come on.

Go ahead.

It's okay.

I love you.

(sirens approaching)

DANNY:
It's okay.

I'm gonna need you
to put your hands

on top of your head,

turn around slowly,

get down on your knees.

Come on.

(grunts)

Hey, come on. Let's do this
the easy way, all right?

The thing is,

I never go for
the easy way, man.

For Amelia, please.

Don't let her growing up
thinking this was her fault.

I'll be behind bars
for the rest of my life, man!

You can still be her father.
You can still give her advice.

AMELIA:
Dad?

(exhales)

Come on, she already
lost her mother.

Don't let her lose
her father, too.

Put the gun down.

Now hands on top of your head
and step away slowly.

There you go.
Down on your knees.

You good?
Yeah.

I'm good. Come on.
On your feet.

You did the right thing.

(sighs heavily)

Let's go.

(indistinct P.A. announcement)

(babies fussing)

♪ ♪

Don't move.

Emilio Mars,
you're under arrest

for the murder of
police officer Luis Badillo.

Police. Stand back. We're fine.

You need cuffs?
Cuffs are coming.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you do say can and
will be used against you...

What do you mean "coming"?
Eddie!

Here.

What is that?

They're Badillo's handcuffs.

JOE: Yeah,
I got him.

We got him.
We got him.

We got him.

(patrol car door closes)

I believe this little guy
belongs to you.

Thank you.

Officer Janko
wanted you to know

her phone number's
still inside,

so if you want to call her,
you can any time.

Thank you.

Thank you...

for sparing my son's life.

You're welcome.
Let's go.

Bye.
BAEZ:
Bye.

You okay?

Yeah.

I was actually just
thinking about something

that my grandfather
said to me.

You want to get a pizza?

Pizza, huh?
Yeah.

And last, but certainly
not least,

we collared your shooter

in a furniture store
near Kennedy Airport.

He was alone and fast asleep

in the mattress department.

Shoe leather, or did
somebody tip you off?

A tip, yeah.

Another gangbanger?

Can I ask you one last request

before I hand over the keys?

Depends.

That you never ask me
who tipped me off.

And you never try
to find out for yourself.

Done.

And thank you.

A souvenir.

What's this?

That is the very next round

from the magazine
of the automatic

that Alejandro shot you with.

Ah.

So I guess you could say...

...you dodged a bullet there.

(exhales)

Wow.

Yeah.

(bagpipes playing
"America the Beautiful")

♪ ♪

♪

(music stops)

On behalf of the mayor
of the city of New York,

and the New York City
Police Department,

we present our department flag

that your son so proudly served.

God bless.

Mrs. Badillo, if I may,

please take a good look
around you.

Luis's whole family is
here with you today.

♪

(sniffles)

(sobs)

Atten-hut!

Present arms.

♪ ♪

(birds singing)

This all looks
delicious.

Yeah, I forgot how much
I missed this.

The food or the company?
Both.

Our dinners are never
about the food.
DANNY: True.

Except it looks like we need
a slightly larger table.

That's not possible. (laughs)

Where's Eddie?

She'll be right back.

She forgot something in the car.

Well, I have an announcement.

Oh?
Mm-hmm.

Well, hopefully it's a short
announcement. I am starving.

ERIN: You're
always starving.

What you got there?

Is that a high chair?

It's not just any high chair.
This is my high chair

from when I was a baby.
Oh.

And you brought it
to dinner because...

Because we're gonna use it
when the baby's born.

June 13th, to be exact.

(cheering, exclaiming)

JOE:
Congratulations!

(all laughing, cheering)

♪ I'm gonna be an aunt. ♪

Whoa.

Congratulations, Jamison.
Thanks, Pop.

JACK: Congratulations
to you both.

Congratulations.

Who's the father?

(laughter)

I'm joking.

Three months,
13 weeks exactly.

Wow. I picked a great week
to come home.

You sure did.

How did you keep it a secret?

Wasn't easy, Pop.

(laughter)

Yeah, I'm just glad that
you all know now,

'cause we're gonna need all the
parenting advice we can get.

Oh, just trust your gut.

I can't think of anyone
who would make

better parents than you two.

I' gonna love having
a little one running around.

Me, too.

Me three.
Me four.

Me five.
Hope it's a boy.

Hope it's a girl.

DANNY:
I hope, whichever it is,

it has both of your good looks

and brains.

Well, we're not gonna find out
if it's a boy or a girl.

So...
JANKO: Right.

Well, whether it's
a he or a she, if I may,

they will be really lucky
to be a part of this family.

Wow, Francis, another baby?

(laughs)

Yeah. About time.

So you had an
announcement yourself.

Oh, uh...

Yeah, no, um, it's nothing.

I mean, other than
I think we're getting

murder one indictment
for Badillo's killer.

Oh.
Yeah.

Well, that's even more
good news.

Yeah.

You know... (sighs)

...we've got a lot
to be thankful for.

(chuckles)

(soft chuckle)

And looking around this table...

...I gotta say
I couldn't be more proud

or grateful.

ALL:
Bless us, oh, Lord,
and these thy gifts,

which we are about to receive
from thy bounty,

through Christ, our Lord, amen.

♪ ♪

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