All language subtitles for Blue Bloods S2 Ep3

(gunfire,
shell casings clinking)

Better not go shooting
with your brothers anymore.

You'll show 'em up.

They need to be put in their
place from time to time.

Still out-shoot us all, though.

Well, targets don't shoot back.

You miss the job, don't you?

What I probably miss is the idea
of it, not the reality.

So, rumor has it,

you're getting out more often.

You seeing anybody?

Who ratted me out?

I have my sources.

Mm-hmm.

Nicky?

She doesn't want her mom
to be lonely.

The only time I
felt lonely is

when I was married
to her father.

And how is your ex-husband?

(laughing)

(subway cars clacking
on tracks)

What's the matter,
you nervous?

I been through worse than this.

MAN:
Yeah, right.

MAN 2:
Nervous is fine.

Keeps you on your toes.

But if you're scared,
we have a problem.

Let's go.

All right, before we hit
the streets, let's say hi

to our new cop here,

Officer Luisa Sosa, who made
72 collars her rookie year.

I guess that could
even be a new record.

- It is.
- Well, there you have it.

She joins us from the 2-9.
How about it?

(applause and cheering)

Okay, be careful
out there today.

MAN: Let's do it.
(banging on podium)

All right?

Oh, hey, Reagan,
little change in plans.

You ride with Sosa.

You guys are running
Bingo Bags today.

Reagan, nice to see you.

How you doing?

What? You two know
each other.

Academy.
Academy.

Nice. A reunion.

You can work together
and catch up.

I want you both
in plain clothes.

And you get her up to
speed, okay, college boy?

- Okay, you got it, Sarge.
- All right.

So, how's married life
with the Harvard honey?

Oh, it didn't quite have
the fairy-tale ending.

Count your blessings.

Oh.

Well, that's two surprises.

I'm single. What else?

You're still in the bag.
I figured Daddy

would have you commanding
a detective squad by now.

Uh, I turned it down,

hoping to work Bingo Bags
with you someday.

Well, I'm glad
that worked out for you.

- Mm-hmm.
- So, what's Bingo Bags?

A great way
to ruin somebody's day.

Come on, let's get changed.

(quiet whimpering, crying)

MAN:
Shh...

People...
(hostages gasping)

...just need
a few more minutes of your time.

Then we'll be out of your lives.

Anybody moves, it'll be the last
thing you do on this earth.

You got something
you want to say, Rabbi?

WOMAN:
Do as he says!

Hey.

Almost done back there?

I'm coming. I'm coming!

(grunts, people scream)

(gasps)

(people screaming)

(groaning)

(grunts)

(murmuring)

(excited chatter)

(panting)

(siren blaring)

Help me.

Somebody, please.

(siren blaring,
tires squealing)

(groaning)

(sirens blaring)

(gasping)

(groaning)

(sirens blaring)

♪ Blue Bloods 2x03 ♪
Critical Condition
Original Air Date on October 7, 2011

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

♪

You have a briefing on the
new Impact Zone deployment,

the Borough Presidents' meeting,

and then your train
leaves for Washington.

I have printed out
your remarks

for the Senate hearing
on gun violence.

Did the report come
in on the shooting

out in Rockaway
last night?

It'll be here for you to
review on the train to D.C.

And DCPI
should be... here.

(indistinct voices on TV)

Another smiling face.

We have a botched
bank robbery

that's morphed
into a hostage situation.

(sighs)

Baker, cancel
the Washington trip.

I can testify
some other time.

It's a great
country, isn't it?

A Mick flatfoot
from Brooklyn gets

invited to stand before the
most august body in the land.

And you weren't even subpoenaed.

- Thanks for the perspective.
- What else?

Danny caught the case.

Garrett, it has been a decade

since I was in the business
of assigning detectives.

This is a tabloid city, Frank.
They'll make a meal of it.

Then it's small potatoes.

I have no control
over who gets these cases.

They don't buy it.

(sighs)

(siren blaring)

(garbled radio transmission)

(indistinct shouting)

(garbled radio transmission)

OFFICER:
Yes, sir...

(siren blaring)

It's a real
junkie-with-a-note robbery.

They compromised
the alarm system,

they knocked out
the video feeds.

Then they bypassed
the electronic vault lock.

Have any idea how
big the crew is?

Three perps.

According to witnesses,
two of them bolted.

Their van is gone.

One of them was shot.

- By who?
- A customer.

The bank manager says
it was a diamond dealer,

licensed to carry.

He in turn was shot
for his effort.

Is he alive?

Based on what witnesses say,
we believe so.

MAN: Hey, Captain.

Hey, you know Jack Condo,
one of our negotiators?

- Hey.
- Regular Dog Day Afternoon here, huh?

- Oh, yeah.
- Do you have any information

on the guy inside?

No, nothing, Danny.
He's not responding.

TARU's capturing
the phone lines,

so if he calls out,
he's only gonna get us.

We've got a
command center

setting up out back.

Meanwhile, we got the place
on lockdown,

we got an entry team
ready to roll,

snipers in position,

ready to line up a shot.

Yeah, unless I can
talk him out first.

Either that,
or I lay him out.

Okay, well,
while you two figure that out,

we got two desperadoes

running around town
with guns in their hands.

Can you keep us posted
on any information

you get from the inside?
It could help us

find out who these guys are.

- Sure thing.
- Thanks, guys.

JACKIE: Hey.
- Hey.

We, uh, got a description of
the van and a partial plate.

Plus, check this out.

Came from a security camera
on a building next door.

With the masks and gloves on,
it's hard to make anything out.

- Is that a tattoo?
- I think so. If we blow it up,

I'm sure we can
see what it says.

All right, well,
let's try and get...

WOMAN:
Help! Help!

He's got a gun!

He's got a gun!

Come on.

Hold it!
Hold it!

There's blood everywhere!

What's going on?
Come here. Come here.

What's going on?
He's in the back.

Okay.

Where is he?
Where is he with the gun? Gun?

Back. In back.

(sighs)

Well, now we're down
to hunting one mutt.

Yeah. Well, he died
with a gun in his hands.

His mother
will be proud.

What, you know this guy?

Yeah, Vinny Vario.

He's from the West Side.

He's been pulling heists
since he was ten years old.

You know who
he works with?

No, but I know somebody
who does.

Why don't you sit tight here,

feed me anything
that happens, all right?

- I'm gonna make a date.
- Yeah.

Wonderful.

This is my date.

This important?

I got tickets
for the ballet.

Bumped into a friend of yours.

He looks like crap.

Ooh.

He actually looks
better dead.

Yeah. He had a little mishap
at the bank.

You have any idea
what he was up to?

Who he was working with?

He came to me
maybe two weeks ago,

said he was looking
to put a crew together.

Why'd he come to you?

Wanted to talk me
out of retirement.

Ah, and you don't give me
a heads up,

let me know
something might be going down?

Crime prevention is your
bailiwick, Detective, not mine.

And besides, I ain't
got no crystal ball.

At least 20 jobs get planned
for every one that happens.

Okay, all right.
Did any names come up?

No, no names.
He did mention

the guy that brought him the job
was new to the racket.

You saying, Vario was working
with an amateur?

That's the way
it sounded to me.

Looks like that came back

to bite him in the ass.

(engine starting)

- You're welcome.
- Yeah.

(siren blaring,
garbled radio transmission)

(phone ringing)

(panting)

You had to be a hero.

(panting)

Please, I need to
go to a hospital.

Let me see.

All right.

Aren't you going
to answer that?

(woman whimpering)

Come out of there.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

(cries)
Come on.

Please, I don't
want any trouble.

(groaning)
Get over by him.

He needs to go
to a hospital.

What, are you a doctor
or a bank clerk?

- I dropped out of nursing school.
- Good.

See what you can do for him.

(man groaning,
phone ringing)

CONDO:
Hey.

Thanks for answering.

Okay to go.

I'm Jack.

How's it going
in there, huh?

We're, uh... we're getting ready
to play pinochle.

CONDO:
Okay.

Can I get you anything?
A deck of cards?

How about, uh,

five million in 20s
and a helicopter?

Okay, so you want money
and transportation.

So how's it go?

Now you give me 20 bucks
and a skateboard

and tell me you gave me
everything I asked for?

Save it.

Look, we have a
situation here.

I'm just trying to
help you resolve it.

At least tell me your name.

Call me Ishmael.

(dial tone)

All right, now what?

It's 98 in the
shade today.

We turn off the
air-conditioning,

decrease his
comfort level.

Then I keep dialing.

Last one of these
took 28 hours.

So the decoy leaves a bag with
valuables in it on a bench,

and if someone comes along
and takes it, we collar them

for petit larceny?

That's about it.
Theory is,

people committing
smaller crimes

also commit
the big ones

or know people
who do.

Yeah, broken windows,
blah, blah, blah.

But I love it.

Yeah, I figured
you would.

You got a problem
with this, Reagan?

Just that it's
borderline entrapment.

Come on, you take something
that doesn't belong to you,

you're a perp.

Or did you miss that class
at the academy?

(indistinct chatter)

Yo.

All right.

Come on,

come on.

Here we go.

Oh, man, yo, there is
a purse in here, man.

Like shooting
fish in a barrel.

Yeah, hold, hold on
a beat, Dirty Harry.

First we roll
the scooter by,

give 'em a chance
to turn the bag in.

No way these hippity-hop
mopes turn it in.

They think they won
the lottery.

Hey, yo, Officer.

Yeah, I found this.

Where'd you find this at?
Right there on the bench.

OFFICER:
Just sitting there?

MAN:
Just sitting there.

Damn.
What do you know?

MAN:
Take it in?

MAN 2: Yo, do we get
a reward or no?

SNIPER:
Captain, I have a shot.

CONDO:
Stand by.

(phone line ringing)

(helicopter hovering)

(phones ringing)

Why don't you just tell them
what you want?

Because what I want--

they can't give it to me.

Yeah, well, you keep this up
and we're going to lose him.

(phones ringing)

Hey, friend, you want
to turn the AC back on?

I'm worried about
the injured hostage, Ishmael.

You send him out and we'll
talk about air-conditioning.

Yeah, don't worry about him.

He's definitely not likely.

The round went
through his shoulder--

all meat, no bones, no arteries.

You're not a doctor, Ishmael,
you can't be sure.

Just turn on
the damn air-conditioning.

DANNY: Are you sure
that's what he said?

Yeah, "not likely,"
like in not likely to die.

You ever hear
anyone say that but a cop?

No, only on this job
do we use a negative

to describe
a positive.

All right, so he's
using police jargon.

The negotiator, too--
he was all over him,

like he knew the script
or something.

Right, like he'd been
on the job.

And then there's
what my CI told me.

What'd he say?

Well, he said
that the dead perp Vario

was hooking up with a guy
new to the business.

You know, I hate
to say this, but...

You can say it--
our perp is a cop.

(garbled radio transmission)

(siren wailing,
helicopter hovering)

Ishmael, I just got some news,

and now I think we're kind of
all on the same side here.

Why's that?
You a bank robber, too?

No,

but you're on the job,
or you were.

Isn't that right?

So we need to
work together

to get you out of
there in one piece.

That's what you want,

and now that's
what we want.

Commissioner, sir.
Commissioner, sir.

As you were.

Good morning.

Not so far, it isn't.

Lieutenant, what do we know?

Sir, we think he may be a cop.

Based on?

He seems to know the
negotiating script

better than any civilian would.

Also he used...
He also referred

to the wounded hostage
as "not likely,"

and who besides a cop
would do that?

Thinking we should let ESU
know it's one of our own.

We'll stick with
standard procedure.

Jack, would you
excuse us a minute?

Sir.

I'm just saying, there's
no need to let a cop...

If a priest messes
with a kid,

is he any less guilty
because of his calling?

No, sir.

Do you respect his bishop
if he uses his position

to protect the priest?

I'm just...

Danny, whether he
is or was a cop is irrelevant.

Right now he's a bank robber
with hostages,

and Jack Condo is
my best hostage negotiator.

This is his show,
understood?

Yes, sir.

Excuse me.

They blew up this shot from the
security camera-- the tattoo.

Bella horrida?

What's bella horrida?

It's a Latin phrase from Virgil.

Bella horrida-- horrid wars.

What is it?

What?

Everything okay?

(sighs)
Yeah, don't ask.

Eighth Squad found the van.

- All right, let's go.
- Okay.

(elevator bell dings)

Baker, I want the rosters
and current status

of every member of the
Special Investigative Unit

from 1995 through '99.

Including the C.O.?

I was the C.O.

DANNY:
Okay, so now we got the van.

We just got to find
the missing perp.

Hey, what do you got for us?

Beautiful day
for a crime scene, detectives.

Sunshine means
people use sun visors.

That's always one
place they never check

to wipe for prints.

We pulled a gorgeous
thumbprint right there.

Beautiful.
We're in a bit of a hurry.

Can you expedite
that for us?

Well, if you get

your partner bonita here
to give me one of those

big smiles,
you got a deal.

Que sonrisa.

Hey, Casanova, come on,
you got anything else for us?

Oh, yeah,
check it out.

We got this from the parking lot
at Kings General Hospital.

Dated yesterday.

Yesterday?
The van was stolen

two days ago
at a lot at Williamsburg.

What, this perp
took the van

to the hospital?

Look, if you get the lab

to turn that print around
in an hour,

I got two Mets tickets
behind the dugout for you.

Your partner--
she come with me?

Huh?

You should know better
than that.

Should know better what?
Never date

a girl with a gun.

(siren wailing)

(garbled radio transmission)

(sighs)

So... you don't have
a plan "B," do you?

Don't antagonize him.

I'm supposed to just
sit here and die?

No, it's Vario--
V-A-R-I-O-- Vario.

No staff by that name.
Okay,

what about patients?
Detective,

you know better than that.
Marie,

there are lives at
stake here, okay?

So is my career,
Danny.

(phone rings)

Reagan.

You're kidding me.

All right, yeah,
yeah, great, yeah.

They found a match on the
thumbprint in the van.

It's a Kevin Moran.

The Mets tickets worked.

Can you check Kevin
Moran, please?

Marie.

Marie, please.

Wow, do you hear
my stomach growling?

I need to go
grab my yogurt.

Helps keep me regular.

Okay.

Anything?

No Moran.

Nothing.

We're missing
something here, Jack.

Okay, Kevin Moran was released
from Wallkill three months ago

after a dime for armed robbery.

His last known address
was in the 3-5.

Already checked him out,
though, he's negative.

Well, he also had
a girlfriend-- a Lacy Campisi.

She's probably worth
checking out.

Is there any connection
between Moran and Vario?

Um, well,

Vario was from Manhattan,

Moran was from
the ass end of Queens.

Vario did banks.

Yeah, Moran

did warehouses.

(phone rings)

Yeah, Dad.

Do you have any intersection

on the accomplices?

So far, nothing.

Well, take another look
at the robbery charges

on their rap sheet.

Who were the arresting officers?

Let's see, nothing, and

a Flood and...

Flood, William J.

Billy Flood.

(sighs)

You think?

I hate to say it, but yeah.

I talked to his ex-wife,
I may even have a motive.

I'll leave it to you
to hand it over to Condo.

All right.

We'll stay in touch.

Who's Billy Flood?

When you were a reporter,
you did that story on my unit.

Special Investigations.

Yeah.

No one would
actually confirm

that it existed.

It did exist.

And Billy Flood was one
of the best men in the unit.

Our guy in
the bank

is a Frank Reagan guy?

Not is-- was.

All right, Lacy, this guy
Moran, he smacks you around

and yet you're still sitting
here protecting him?

I haven't seen
him for months.

Right, okay, well, your neighbors
said there was a lot of arguing

coming from your
apartment this morning.

- Who was yelling?
- I was.

My kid was making
a mess again.

You got a kid?

Hmm, so you probably
won't mind then.

Mind what?

If I call my buddy Paulie.

Who's Paulie?
Just Paulie.

Terminator Paulie?

Terminator Paulie.

You know what
Terminator Paulie does?

He works for
the city.

Spends all day terminating
people's parental rights.

What's that got to do with me?

Well, you're gonna be going
upstate for hindering

prosecution, so Paulie's gonna
get to do what Paulie does best.

That's right.
By the time you see

your kid again, he'll be growing
up with his new mommy.

Probably won't even
recognize you.

- You can't do that.
- You're right, we can't do it.

But Paulie can.
Hey, Paulie...

I told you-- I don't
know where Moran is!

Danny Reagan here.
I need a favor.

- Yeah. Look, I got a case for you.
- Wait!

- Oh, yeah.
- Wait, wait.

No, she's sitting
right here.

You got to promise me
he won't get out this time.

Look, Moran is not getting out
of prison

unless he leaves in a pine box.

The guy's a psycho.

If he's a psycho,
then help us find him,

and I promise you,
you will never see him again.

Okay. Hey, Paulie.

I'm gonna send her
up your way. Yeah.

He came by this morning.

Took all the cash I had.

It was my rent money,
the bastard.

I'll get back to you.

All right, well, do you know

where he would go
if he was on the run?

Kept an old convertible
at a chop shop in Brooklyn.

Friend of his runs the place.

You know the address?

It's on Kent Street,

by Broadway, I think.

It's right around
where the van was stolen.

REPORTER: We've just arrived
on the scene at the bank

where the hostage situation
is unfolding.

Billy Flood was
one of the best.

Your father handpicked
him for his unit.

They were all
young, all single,

all expert marksmen.

ERIN: Sounds more like the Foreign
Legion than a police unit.

Well, it was
crack cocaine days.

We were fighting a war.

Their job was

to go after the
worst of the worst.

They had no set tours,

could use any weapon
they wanted.

Basically, it was shoot first
and ask questions later.

And these were the good guys?

The stress got to Flood.

Started drinking.

Hmm.

We sent him to
The Farm twice.

Then one day
in broad daylight on-duty,

he wraps his car around a pole
on Fifth Avenue.

- He was drunk?
- Yeah.

Yeah, drinking on the job
was a huge problem back then.

I had to set an example,

so I terminated him.

I didn't think I had a choice.

But now...

I'm wondering
if I'd handled it differently,

maybe it's the Nature Channel
we're watching instead.

LINDA:
Sorry I'm late.

What happened?

Somebody die?

Kevin Moran?

Police!

This guy Moran could have been
on the road for hours by now.

There's a light on in back.

I'm gonna check it out.

There's a convertible over here.

Thing probably hasn't been
on the road since the

Clinton administration.

Kevin Moran.

- Reagan!
- Hold it!

Let her go.

I'm not going back to the joint.
So you decide.

Decide what?
Whether or not you want to go

to your partner's funeral
three days from now.

Hey, the guy you shot
in the bank is fine.

There's no bodies on you,
so let her go.

Reagan, just shoot
the son of a bitch. Go ahead.

I'm counting to three. One...

two...

All right!

All right.

All right.

I give up.
Too late.

Moron.

Nice shot.
It was very therapeutic.

Though he didn't put up
much of a fight.

You should have let me hit him.

(handcuffs clicking)

JAMIE:
You might not like it,

but most people do
the right thing.

(motorcycle approaching)

He's mine.

Hey, cowboy. Police.

Don't move.

You're a cop, little lady?
No problem.

(yelling)

Get down.

I got a gun.

- All right, people, come on, back it up.
- Got him?

Petit larceny and a gun.

Some people, partner,
definitely do the wrong thing.

Stop moving.

Hey, anything?
Zippo.

Trying to get him to let
the wounded hostage go.

But, you know,
I knew this guy.

- Yeah, I hear he was the real police.
- Yeah, he was.

When the bad guys tell
ghost stories,

it's SIU they're talking about.

Why don't you let
me talk to him?

Come on, Danny,
you know we discourage

third party intervention...
I know the protocol. Okay, please.

I know, but I can
get through to this guy.

Let me take care of this.
Let me do my job. Thank you.

That's his daughter, right?
Yeah, Emma's her name.

- Emma, right.
- Yeah, we got it off his ex-wife.

Your father tipped us. You
should probably talk to him.

Yeah, I'll do that.

Why don't you
just give up?

There's
no way out.

Do you really want to die?

We're not going
to stop you.

(phone ringing)

So, why'd you quit
nursing school?

Because I can't stand
the sight of blood.

(chuckles)

(coughs) Oh, my God, he's
going into shock!

We need to get him
out of here now!

(phone ringing)

(phone buzzing)

Yeah.

I'm ready to talk
about the injured hostage.

That's a smart move, Billy.

We're going to send
two paramedics in.

And you send in two cops
dressed as EMT's? No!

Billy, Billy,

listen, it's Danny Reagan.

Listen, it's me, all right?

Let me come in. No paramedics,
nobody, just me.

All right, let me get
the guy out of there.

Come on, it'll make things
easier for you, all right?

(hostage coughs)

ERIN:
I remember Billy Flood

from all the barbecues
Dad used to have.

He was handsome.

All the girls used
to swoon over him.

Gee, girls falling
for a handsome cop--

how could that happen?

I don't think
you have to worry

that Danny's going
to start robbing banks.

It's a fine line--
cops and robbers.

Most people choose

what side they're on
early in life.

Yeah, what I mean is

even the good guys
have to do awful things.

I just... I worry about Danny,

Jamie, Frank, all of you.

You spend so much time with
the ugliness of life.

All the violence.

It's got to scar you.

I think coming from a family
like this makes it easier.

I mean, we can talk about it.

We all get it.

I just see what it does
to Danny, and...

There are days I wish he would
have stayed in construction.

Don't tell him I said that.

I'm serious.

(garbled radio transmissions)
DANNY: Let me come in, all right?

Come on, Billy.

Come on, give me a shot.

Fine. Hurry up.

Right. All right.
Hey, hey, you can't do this.

Come on, he said for me to...
We're gonna lose control of the situation.

We're not gonna lose control...
We're supposed to follow procedure.

- He said no EMT's!
- Your father said follow procedure!

If I don't go in there,
the guy is gonna die!

Let him go.

CONDO: All right,
Captain.

Linda, Erin, get in here.

They're sending
Danny in.

Why are they sending Danny?
I don't know.

REPORTER: ...where the hostage
situation has been unfolding.

He'd bring his gun
in with him, though, right?

I can't say for sure
what's going on.

Except that this was
probably his idea.

REPORTER: No one's quite sure
what's going on...

This could be a major
turning point

in this highly tense
hostage situation.

Did you know
about this?

We'll keep you informed as more
details become available.

No.

It's all right.

(gasping)

Hey.

Right?

Okay, no tricks.
It's just me.

I'm going to approach
the victim, all right?

Go.

Hey!

It's all right.
Hey, Billy,

it's all right.
I'm just taking him out.

It's like we agreed, all right?

(hostage coughing)

It's okay.

No problem.

Come on, I got a hostage.
Come on!

Fantastic.

Now we got the P.C.'s
son held hostage.

Yeah, I'd say that was a pretty
crappy career move, Captain.

We line up this shot, I'm taking
this bastard Flood out.

Okay.

Billy...

You got what you wanted,
Danny, just go.

I didn't come here
for him, Billy.

I came for you.

Your father knows I'm in here?

Billy, the whole city knows
you're in here by now.

CAPTAIN (over radio):
You got a green light.

Roger, Captain.

(helicopter hovering)

It's too late for you
to save me, Danny,

so just go.

No, it isn't.
Listen...

You got me.
Why don't we let her go?

We don't need her, Billy.

Let's let her go. We'll figure
this out together, you and me.

The only think I need
to figure out, Danny,

is do I have
the balls to shoot myself

or do I take
the coward's way out

and let that sniper do it
for me?

Billy... Billy!

Hey! Don't do it.

Oh... Billy!

Come on. Don't do it.

Billy, look at me.
Billy!

All right,
I tell you what.

You want to do it?You want ?

Okay, do it.
What about her, Billy?

Huh?

What about your little girl?

You do that,

who's gonna take care
of your little girl, Billy?

That's right, look at her.

Who's gonna take
care of her then?

I know that's why you're here.

Come on. The whole city knows
that's why you're here, okay?

My old man
even said it.

He said, "If I was in Billy
Flood's position,

"and my kid was gonna die

"if she didn't get
an operation and didn't

have any money or insurance,
I would do the same thing."

SNIPER (over radio):
Reagan's blocking my shot.

Come on. Your little girl
does not want you stepping

in front of that window
and neither do I.

You know what is outside
that window, Billy.

She needs a heart transplant.
She's eight years old.

I can't help her.

You know what
that's like, Danny,

not being able to save
your own child?

I don't.

I was gonna fly her
out tonight,

get the operation in India.

"Medical tourism," they call it.

100 grand is all I needed.

It's crazy,
I know, but...

(voice breaking): She's the only
good thing I ever did.

The only good thing
I ever did.

No, she's not, Billy.

You were a good cop.

You are a good cop.

Do the right thing here.

It's not too late
to fix it, Billy.

(sirens wailing)

Nah...

I'm nothing.

(grunts)

(shouting)

Go to the right!
Go, go, go, go!

Go, go, go, go, go!

Move it! Go!
Clear!

It's over, Billy.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

(panting)
(handcuffs clicking)

(sighs)

"Sources close
to the mayor said,

'If the Police Commissioner
thinks sending his son

'to conduct cowboy diplomacy
is the way

'to handle these situations,

he is sorely out of touch.'"
Huh...

Well, I couldn't agree more.
JAMIE: I got back to the house

with the collar, guys all had
it on the break room TV.

They're all ripping into me about
Danny going into that bank.

Well, for what it's worth,
it was my bad idea

to go into the bank.

Dad had nothing
to do with it.

What a surprise.

HENRY: All good cops
pull a ruse,

but the great cops,
they know when to improvise.

So you just let 'em run amok?

I was informed by the Incident
Commander that he was sent in.

Chain of command noted
and observed.

Still, when I saw you
walk into that bank

like John Wayne,
I wanted to choke you.

Who's John Wayne?

That's sad.

(Henry chuckles)

He's an old movie star.

NICKY: How about Billy
Flood's daughter?

What's gonna happen to her?

Well, I think
she's gonna be okay.

Catholic Charities moved her up
to the top of their list.

Funny thing, after
church today,

Father McMurray mentioned
how grateful he was

for a donation to
the hospital's fund.

Well, I guess there's

a lot of generous people
in this city.

LINDA:
So it was all for nothing.

He could have
just asked for help.

Instead, he robbed a bank.

Sometimes we judge ourselves
by our good intentions,

but we are judged
by our last worst act.

Are you listening, boys?

- Mm-hmm.
- Yep.

I'm so glad I married a hero.

(clears throat)

Excuse me.

Hey, what's
going on?

What's the problem,
Linda?

I'm so glad that Billy Flood's
daughter's gonna be okay,

but what about
our kids, Danny?

What about our kids, Linda?
Our kids are fine.

What are you talking about?
Really? Really?

- How are our kids gonna be?
- What are you talking about?

What's gonna happen to our kids
the next time you swagger into

one of those buildings,
and then you don't come out?

What about our kids
then, huh, Danny?

What about me?
Son of a bitch.

Linda, I knew the guy,

I knew what he was
doing in the bank,

and I knew he wasn't
gonna shoot me.

You don't know that.
You don't know any such thing!

That is macho crap!

John Wayne.

John Wayne never faced a real
gun in his life. John Wayne...

(sobs softly)

I was watching it on TV, Danny.

I saw you.

It scared the crap out of me.

Hey. Hey...

(heavy breaths)

Come on.

(sobs)

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Look, I love you.

I love you and
those boys

more than anything
on this Earth,

and I promise you

I won't let
anything happen.

You know, the first and last
thing I think about every day

before I do anything is
to get home safe to you.

(sighs)
I'm sorry.

What would you do if
I needed an operation

and we had no money?

And your life was
on the line?

Yeah.

Rob a bank.

(scoffs)

Wow, Ma Barker.
(all chuckle)

Don't listen to your aunt, boys.

HENRY: When you were
18 months old,

you spiked a fever, 105 degrees.

It's 3:00
in the morning.

You mother's in a panic.

There'd been an outbreak
of meningitis

in the neighborhood.

Three dead toddlers.

An ambulance crew arrives,

they want to take you
to St. Victor's;

a butcher shop.

I insist on Methodist.
The guy says,

"I'm not authorized
to go there."

Now, you're burning up,
convulsing in my arms.

I take out my service
revolver and I say,

"Now you're authorized."

(chuckling)

Check out Pops
getting all gangsta.

He pulled a gun
on an EMT.

I never heard that story.

We almost lost you that night,
Francis.

Guess I owe you one, Pop.

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