All language subtitles for Blue Bloods 102 - Samaritan

Econ 3200-
where juniors go to die.

Here's what I learned.

The laffer curve? Not so funny.

You sure you don't
want to come with us?

And put down this page-turner?

I'll catch you guys later.

No!

What, are you flying solo, Reagan?

My partner banged in sick.

What do we got?

Uh, le nom de la victime est
Courtney Thurman.

She's a freshman at the college.

She was on her way
home from the library.

Next thing she knows,
perp's got her on the ground,

yanks her jeans,
rips her underwear.

And then the crazy part.

He didn't finish the deed. Yeah.

This is the second sexual assault

sur le campus ce soir.

Send your kid to college
to get an education,

instead, you get some
mutt collecting trophies.

How's the girl? She's okay.

She's a little shook up.

She seems like a pretty good kid.

She able to identify the perp?
No, some goon

with a stocking pulled
over his face. She say

anything about an SUV? Yeah,
she said she was followed

by a black escalade.

Great... panties,
stocking, escalade.

It's the same mo.

We got a sexual
predator on a spree.

No, no, no, you got to
go back the other way.

I got it. I got it.

Yeah. Right.

Yeah.

Ow.

Non tu es supposé frapper l autre à la tête

Yeah, yeah. Sydney:
a propos de Morgan hall?

Tu te souviens
du mariage de Patricia?

c était magnifique hein ?
oui, Syd.

Je pensais aller nue au mariage.

Ça te va?

D'accord.

D'accord.

Non. Recommence.

Ah.

- J'ai compris.

Dans tous les cas,

reste loin de Morgan Hall.

La nourriture?

La malchance.

Un problème, Syd?

Tu as tes propres problèmes.

tu n'as pas besoin d entendre les miens.

le seul probleme que j ai là,

est à San Francisco avec ma fille.

Une tasse de thé?

C'est juste...

tu sais je suis ravie que Jamie ai
un travail qu il aime.

Ce n'est rien.

A Harvard lawyer put a
ring on your finger,

and you're walking down the
aisle with a rookie cop?

You have every reason

to be thrown by that.

No, it's not that, really.

I'd marry Jamie if
he worked a booth

in the midtown tunnel.

Just as long as I didn't feel like

he loved taking tolls more
than he loved talking to me.

You can't take it personally, Syd.

It's not you. It's the job.

It's like my mother used to say.

A woman cannot compete

with the gun and the shield.

Is that why you never
dated any cops?

Geez. Yeah.

Probably. Instead,

I married a defense attorney who
turned out to be a sleazebag.

So what do I know?

Anything else, Courtney?

Can you describe his voice?

He never said a word.

What about his hands?

Were they rough, soft?

Did they have any distinct
odor coming off him? I'm sorry.

It just happened so suddenly,
you know?

I do.

It's all right.

It's all right.

Hey, detective? Yeah.

Excuse me. Yeah.

Anonymous call to
911 just reported

a female screaming for help
eight blocks from here.

You're kidding me.

All right.

This is so Nick and Nora. I mean,

this whole place to ourselves?

How do you do it? In this economy?

I just called around

till I found someone
who needed business.

No. That veal chop would have
a line around the corner.

Well, maybe this is
the night he closes.

But he opened just for you.

Well, maybe someone
saved his life once.

Well...

Someone saved his life once?

Robber had a knife at his throat,

and then he didn't.

Well, this is a risk, Frank.

Well, risk is the price
you pay for opportunity.

And what sort of opportunity?

The opportunity of sitting
across from you at dinner,

thinking about later.

Hmm.

Keep it off the air.

I want the chief of
d's there to brief me.

Same with Manhattan north.

Am I going to see you later?

I don't think so.

Anything you'd like to share?

Yes, there is.

Gee, thanks.

I'm sorry about this.

Yeah, get me the news desk.

Hey, it's Kelly.

Listen, there's something
happening Manhattan north,

and it's not on the police radio.

Talk to me.

Victim's Lauren Ryder-
student at the university.

She's beat pretty bad,
not saying much too much.

But I'll tell you this.

The guy who raped her was
a mean son of a bitch.

Hold on. He raped her? Yeah.

Great. So this guy's been
building up the courage

all night to finally
take what he wanted.

The only good news is that,
in the struggle,

she grabbed at the perp's mask.

Got a glimpse of him
before he hit her again.

She able to I.D. The guy?

Caucasian, medium build.

Thinks he's got brown hair.

Oh. That's a start.

Two students were attacked,

and then there was an
escalation to rape.

We have a sexual predator
targeting university co-eds.

That's why you called me in?

I felt it was important, sir.

Baker, you did good.

Where are we at with it?

Chief of d's had all
surveillance video pulled

from the area's Argus system
and forwarded it to major case.

Manhattan north has
doubled police patrols.

Get the names and numbers
for the victims' families.

They should hear from the NYPD
before the press breaks this.

Commissioner.

Kelly : Yes, Joe,
we are here live.

It's a gruesome scene
at Morningside park

as the latest victim in
a string of assaults...

Can you turn up the
volume on that one?

...Here on the scene,
and unfortunately,

they're aren't any suspects yet,

but the police are
canvassing the area,

so hopefully,
we'll hear something soon.

Pretty soon, they'll be able

to report the news
before it happens.

Reagan, where are we? Hey, sarge.

We got the sketch artist

over at the hospital
with the rape victim.

She's in and out of consciousness,

but they're working on a likeness.

All right, put it up in the media.

Put it up in the neighborhood.
I'm on it.

What do you got?

NYPD Argus footage,

and, uh, the university's
own surveillance.

Hopefully, somewhere in here I
get a look at this escalade.

I think of my own daughter.

Yeah.

Patrols have been
doubled on campus.

Additional foot-posts
have been added.

And anti-crime units will
be running regular sweeps

through the area.

Does NYPD have any suspects?
Do you have any suspects?

Not yet, Willis. We're in

the early stages of
the investigation.

Do we have a description
of the rapist?

White male, medium build,

in his 20s or 30s.

Do you have any firm leads,
commissioner?

I think I already answered
that question, miss Davidson.

Thank you. That's all for now.

Commissioner! One more question!

Mr. Ryder?

I'm detective Reagan.

They just gave her a
shot to help her sleep.

We're gonna do all we can

to get the guy who did
this to your daughter, sir.

They say the next 24
hours are critical.

Look, I know this is
uncomfortable for you,

but I do have to ask you
some questions, sir.

Your daughter, um......

any reason to think
she was targeted?

Ex-boyfriend,
problems with a stalker?

No. No, I don't think so.

She-she would have told me.

We speak every day on the phone.

She got an a on her biology test.

She's, uh, premed.

Did she do any work
outside of school?

Part-time job?

No. She's on scholarship.

I give her all the
pocket money she needs.

I just keep thinking

about how... scared
she must have been.

I'm really sorry, Mr. Ryder.

Yeah. Please. Walter.

Walter.

See, it's just been the two of us.

We, uh...

...Lost her mother 15
years ago to cancer.

Not a day has passed

that I don't wish that she
was still here with us.

Until today.

Today, I'm happy she's not here.

Shouldn't we be doing something?

We are.

Besides contributing to
your high cholesterol.

Why don't we recanvass
those electronic stores?

You know, maybe that
stickup guy hits again.

Let me tell you something.

Lots of cops burn themselves out

chasing down every half-assed lead

like it's the French connection,

but never learning the
secret to being a good cop.

Is that extra mayo?

Hey, I make the jokes around here,
rookie. All right.

I'm talking about the
art of doing nothing.

It's amazing you don't have
your own command by now.

I'm serious.

NYPD will spend millions of
dollars of hours and manpower

setting up stings and takedowns,

but if they just taught more
cops the art of observing...

What, nannies, skateboarders?

Well, for instance,
that yupster over there

in the mandals, eleven o'clock,

what do you think he's doing?

He's reading the newspaper. No.

That's what he wants his
wife to think he's doing.

What he's really doing

is checking out those
blondes doing tai chi.

That's great, we can arrest him
for having impure thoughts.

Okay, wiseass.

You see that?

What?

The guy in the suit... look at him.

See him touching his hip like
he's looking for something?

What, checking to see if
his wallet's still there?

You wear your wallet on your hip?

Huh?

That guy's got a gun, Reagan.

He does? Well,
let's go toss him. No.

Why not? What, a gun collar?

Are you crazy? Why not?
'Cause he's a cop, Reagan.

Mike Respoli.

Works out of the 2-5.

He plays on my softball team-
center field.

Okay, so I knew... but you didn't.

All right.

I wish I could be more helpful.

He was behind me,
I never got a real look at him.

He had a stocking over his head.

It was horrible.

Was there anything else
you might have forgotten,

any small details you
might have left out?

I heard about the other girl.

I guess I was lucky.

Hard to say it was luck,
what happened to you.

Hey.

Uh, they didn't have
tomato and rice, so...

It's vegetable, okay? Perfect.

This is my best friend Renee
and my boyfriend Blake.

This is the detective I
was telling you about.

He just wanted to ask
me some more questions.

Should we come back? Danny: No,
no, actually, uh,

maybe you can help.

Take a look at this sketch,
see if it reminds you

of anybody you know, or anybody
you might have seen around.

Sorry. Not really.

Okay, I'll tell you what.

If any of you guys
remember something...

I mean, anything at
all comes to mind...

I want you to give
me a call anytime.

We'll get this guy.

You just hear about this stuff.

Never think it's going
to happen to you.

You take good care of her.

Yeah.

Hey, sarge, I'm back.

How'd you do?

Yeah, you know,
I put the sketch out there.

It's pretty generic.
You have any luck?

A ground rule double.

Video footage captures an escalade

matching the description
in the area.

We got a nice picture of
it rolling down Broadway,

but we only got a
partial license plate.

Anything pop at the DMV?

Yeah, we got two real
strong possibles.

We got a Vincent Harrah
of west 91st street

and a Sofia Calso of park Avenue.

West 91st street is about 15
blocks from the last attack.

Yeah, Mr. Harrah has also been
a contestant with us before.

Yeah, I see, uh,
he has two priors...

possession of ecstasy
and domestic abuse.

Yeah, I put out a finest message.

Get every RMP looking for these
license plates. All right.

I'm gonna go visit Mr. Harrah
and ring his bell.

You have a problem, man?

No, but you might.

Hey, where you going?

Hey!

Good, now stay there;
I'll bring you some ice.

Hey!

If I catch you,
I'm gonna break your other leg!

Come on.

May I? Where you going? Come here.

You arresting me?

What did I do? Shut up and
get your hands in front.

I didn't do anything. Is that why
you jumped out a window, huh?

Is that why your car

was at the scene of a rape

last night? Rape?!

I didn't rape anybody.

I was at the yankee
game last night.

Good, we'll get jeter on
the horn and find out.

No, no, no,
we just collared our guy.

Reagan.

Yeah.

Yeah!

We gotta cut him loose.

Who? Who?

Vincent Harrah who.

From the jumbotron video

of last night's ball
game at yankee stadium.

Your perp's alibi just checked out

with 35,000 eyewitnesses.

Says he only rabbited
'cause of the drug priors.

Okay.

What, no Reagan riot act?

I guess it's your lucky day.

I just hung up with the 17th.

Two uniforms just pulled
over the other SUV

with the partial plate match.

Finally, captain,
thank you so much for coming.

These idiots have
been keeping us here.

Sofia Calso?

Yes, do you have any idea what
the traffic is going to be like

going out to the Hamptons now?

No, actually, I have no idea.

Um, is this your vehicle, ma'am?

Yes, it's my vehicle.

Would you mind telling
me what's going on?

Because they wouldn't.

Yeah. Were you using
this car last night?

I was at the metropolitan museum
of art for a charity auction.

I took a town car.

Would you happen to
have the name and number

of the car service you used?

This is outrageous.

Do you have any idea who I am?

Sofia Calso.

My husband is the deputy
counsel of Argentina.

I have diplomatic immunity.

You have no right to
stop and detain me.

Is that what that little... yes.

...Emblem means? Yes. Exactly.

Nice. Precisely.

Well, look,
a vehicle matching yours

in make and model with
a similar license plate

was involved in a series of
sexual assaults last night.

Don't be ridiculous.
Would anyone else

have had access to
this vehicle, ma'am?

I've had enough of this.

I'm not talking to
you people anymore.

Some pretty fancy bumper
stickers back there.

Your kids must go to
some nice schools.

Yes, my daughter's a
freshman at brown,

and my son is in college
here in New York.

Are you finished?

Yeah, for now.

Thank you. Thank you.

Have a great day.

Sebastian Calso?

Barney Miller?

Ha. Yuk-yuk. That's good.

Hey. Guess who's been tapped

for open mic night
at central booking.

Hey.

I'm talking to you.

I'm kind of busy with
classes right now.

So I think, like, never, maybe.

I think, like, now, maybe.

I'll let my dad decide.

Your dad?

Officer?

It's "detective," actually.

Oh, of course. The business suit.

Claudio Calso,

deputy consul of Argentina.

Well, Mr. deputy consul,

I just came by to ask
Sebastian some questions

about his whereabouts last night.

His mother told me you
might be stopping by.

But I'm afraid it
would be impossible

for you to question him.

Why is that? I am asserting

his diplomatic immunity.

Well, look, a violent
rape was committed

within the proximity
of the school grounds.

We know Sebastian's

escalade was in the area,
so I just wanted to see

if he'd seen anything.

Sebastian?

Apparently not.

Okay, look...

a woman was beaten and raped.

And Sebastian shrugs
his shoulders,

and that's "apparently not"?

I do not like your tone,
detective.

Well, forgive me.

I never made it to
finishing school.

This conversation is now over.

Sebastian... take you out to lunch.

Yuk-yuk.

Lab report came back snake
eyes on the rape kit.

They got a sample,
but no matches in the system.

I gotta tell you, sarge,

I'm really liking the
diplomat's kid for this.

Well, right now, your case is
weaker than the mets bullpen.

What do you mean, it's weak?

You got a parking
sticker on a car.

You got a rough sketch,
and you got a suspect

with diplomatic immunity, which,
as you know, is absolute.

It's not my fault I
can't talk to the kid.

You got to take it up with one pp.

They just called down.

The commissioner has this.

Sarge, if I could get in
this kid's apartment...

the commissioner has this.

Let those four words be

the gospel according
to Gormley, okay?

Get some sleep, Reagan.

I like it better
when you fight back.

Yeah, yeah.

Deputy consul.

Commissioner.

Thanks for coming.

Please, sit down.

I was having some coffee.

Would you like some?

Yes, thank you.

Actually, this isn't the
first time we've met.

It was a few years ago
at Gracie mansion,

back when I was
chief of department.

Oh, yes.

Of course.

I was a police officer

for over 30 years before I
became police commissioner,

but I like to think of myself

as a father first.

Raised four kids.

And I always let them know

that they came before the job.

Your coffee, sir.

But I also let them know

that if they had done wrong,

that I would be as firm with them

as I would any
lawbreaker on the street.

That's admirable, commissioner.

What I'm about to ask of you
is unimaginably difficult.

But it is the right thing to do.

I want you to waive
your son's immunity.

Commissioner,
I've spoken with Sebastian.

My son did not
commit these crimes.

Then allow us to rule
him out as a suspect.

Permit my detectives
to talk to him

and take a DNA sample.

I'm sorry, commissioner,

but it would be bad precedent

for me to breach
diplomatic protocol.

I will not waive

my son's immunity under
any circumstances.

I understand.
Thank you for the coffee.

Uh, if you like

good coffee, you should try some

of my country's boutique blends.

I will send you some beans.

Take it down to the lab.
They're expecting it.

Every morning with this one.

Eggs Benedict, eggs florentine...

I'm up to here with eggs.

I got eggs coming out of my ears.

Whoa. Stop the car.

What?

There's something not
right about this guy.

I'm shocked, Reagan.

Shocked a Harvard guy like you

is mocking the
vertically challenged.

It's 85 degrees out.
Why is he wearing a coat?

And why is it bulging?

Okay. Good eye, Reagan.

All right. Stop moving.

Stop moving. All right.
Stop moving.

Hey, Reagan, you're not
going to believe this.

Look what this clown
just tossed. Huh?

Congratulations, kid.

You just caught your
first gun collar.

You hear that? Let's go.

This just in from
the lab at one pp.

You know, I'm not exactly
a science major, sarge.

What am I looking at here?
Brave new world.

It's the DNA obtained from the
suspect's biological father.

You know, from the coffee
cup in the commish's office.

It's a partial match

to the DNA from the rape victim,
Lauren Ryder.

Okay, we got partial plates.

We got partial DNA.
I'm partially happy. So what?

It may not be the
suspect's own DNA,

but it shows you've been
barking up the right tree.

We still can't bust the kid.

He's untouchable.

DNA from the coffee cup?

Smooth, dad.

I try to stay in the game.

So how do you think
it's going to play out?

I don't know.

The Mayor sent his partial
DNA match to Argentina,

and we wait and see

if they waive this kid's immunity.

That would be nice.

If they do.

So?

What?

Lunch with my beautiful
daughter has been a tradition

since you've been at the da's.

Yeah, except for it's
3:00 in the afternoon,

and not a Wednesday.

Well, maybe I remembered

that you second-seated a
diplomatic immunity case once.

I'll poke around a little bit.

See if I can find a way into,
around or over this thing.

Always good to have
a plan b. Mm-hmm.

And a beer. Mm.

Kelly : Channel ten
news has learned

that the NYPD does,
in fact, have a suspect...

The Mayor went public with this?

...Of university sex attacks,
but he is likely to walk

and it is not for lack
of evidence. It's because

he has a get-out-of-jail-free card-
diplomatic immunity.

Now, we've also learned

that the Mayor's office has
approached Argentina...

First I heard about it.

You agreed, Mr. Mayor,
to sit on this

until Argentina
considered your request.

Okay, for once, having 3,000
credentialed reporters

in our city works in our favor.

Embarrassing Argentina?

That's a pretty
risky strategy. No.

I mean, if they deny our request,

then they are a cold
and heartless lot

who don't care about the decent
citizens of this city like I do.

At which point, it becomes the
state department's problem.

All they can do is send him back.

Where he becomes their problem.

The point is,
he is no longer my problem.

And the victim and her family?

Since when do we bat
a thousand, Frank?

Diplomatic immunity?

It's complicated, Walter.

Well, it shouldn't be.

You know who did it,
you arrest him.

Hey, I don't like it
anymore than you do, okay?

But my hands are tied.

I so much as ask this kid for the time,
and I get jammed up.

Yeah, well, maybe I should
ask him for the time.

Hey, I gonna pretend I
didn't hear you say that.

My daughter is laying
in a hospital bed.

Where's this kid?

Sitting courtside at the Knicks?

Walter, I know it doesn't make
any sense, but it's the law.

No. You know what,
detective? It makes perfect sense.

The diplomat gets to protect his kid,
not the electrician.

Well, if you can't do
something about it, I will.

I got a better idea.

How about we round
up every diplomat

in the city and send them back
to wherever they came from?

I ever tell you about the time

I had the Russian
ambassador's car towed

to the south Bronx?

A little glasnost
straight up his tailpipe.

That little stunt put you

in the doghouse with
Washington for a year, pop.

Also put me in favor with
the rank and file for life.

Yes, it did.

Great grandpa was in a doghouse?

It's an expression, stupid.
Linda: Okay, boys.

Easy, Jack. Henry: Jack.

I'm with Danny on this one.

These people abuse
diplomatic privilege.

They don't pay their parking
tickets, their rent.

They scoff at our laws. Danny: Oh.

I think that gun bust
might have knocked

some sense into this kid.

You're with Danny on this?

I am.

So what, Sydney?

You think that spoiled dipstick
should get away with it?

Of course not. Rape is heinous.

I'd like to cut off

the jerk's equipment myself.

I just think you have

a naive view of things.

Oh, I'm naive, huh?

Not that that should surprise me.

Aw, Syd, come on. What?

He's the only one who's allowed

to have an opinion at the table?

Whoa!

And in this corner...

a newcomer in the ring...

Syd the kid.

Oh, this is great. I get to spend

another Sunday dinner with
some Ivy league attorney

trying to open my eyes
to the real world.

Okay. More Cranberries anyone?

You back down now,

he'll never let you
hear the end of it.

Diplomatic immunity
may not be perfect,

but it serves a purpose.

Yeah. It helps rich
kids get away with rape.

So what about American
diplomats abroad?

They don't pay their
parking tickets either.

I'm talking about
the female diplomat

in the middle east
who ends up in jail

because she wears
inappropriate garb

and doesn't have
diplomatic immunity.

Do you really want our ambassadors

in tenuous countries
to be subject...

...To trumped up charges,
thrown in jail,

and used as pawns in a
diplomatic game of chicken?

The world's a lot bigger than
the five boroughs, Danny.

Yeah. I'm sorry I didn't get

to spend my junior
year abroad like you.

I had my hands full in fallujah.

Well, Argentina turned us down.

They're not going
to waive immunity.

Excuse me.

Great.

That's just what your
friend the Mayor wanted.

He's not my friend.

Now he's gonna call
the state department

and have that kid's butt
shipped back to Argentina.

He rapes somebody, and we give
him a first-class ticket home.

I'll tell you what.

I ain't letting that kid walk.
Erin: I'm here.

I'm here.

You better have a
pretty good reason

for missing dinner, missy.

She might. Erin: Of course

I had to had to
pull judge Barthell

from his son's holy
communion party.

What were you doing with Barthell?

Getting this.

What is it?

It's a material witness order.

Your vehicle was used in the
commission of a b felony.

First degree rape, in this case.

So, the city of New York says

I can take you into custody now.

I beg your pardon.
Danny: I beg your pardon.

Please don't make this any more
fun for me than it already is.

Okay, sport?

And my diplomatic immunity?
Oh, yeah.

Excuse me. Yeah, that. Mm.

Well, that actually
went out the window

the minute you
divorced your husband,

which of course,
you failed to disclose to us.

Did she disclose that to you?

So, now, you're gonna come
down with me to central booking

where you can hang
out with the likes

of the drug addicts
and the prostitutes

and the other unsavory types
who tend to hang out there.

Until such time, of course,
as you can get your son

to come down and
give me an interview.

Which I'm sure won't
take too long,

since you control his trust fund.

Shall we go?

Enjoy your lunch.

Shall we?

Get him in the car.

Right away.

What are you doing? Hey! Hey!

What are you doing, Walter?

What are you doing, huh?

No, I'm just sightseeing, that's all.
Sightseeing, huh?

Yeah. If I pat you down,
that bulge

in your pocket's gonna be,
what, a camera, huh?

You understand that criminal
possession of a firearm

is a c felony, right, Walter?

You're a father.

You try to imagine
how little I care

about what happens
to me right now.

Hey, hey, hey. What about Lauren?

You care what happens to her?

Walter, if I put my hands on you,
and that camera's

not a camera, she's gonna
be visiting you upstate

for the next three years.

You think that's gonna make
this any better for her?

So I'm supposed to do nothing?

Then what, detective?
You tell me. Huh?

Next semester, when she...

She shows up for biology class,

this animal is sitting
next to her? Huh?

That can't happen.

No, this cannot happen.

Now, you do yourself a favor.
You walk down

to that river,
you find a nice, quiet spot,

and you drop your little
nine millimeter Nikon

into the water, okay?

Hey!

You don't do that,

I'm gonna be locking up
a good man here today.

I'll take care of this
piece of crap. Go.

Go!

Whew... where are these people?

It's hot as hell in here.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

A little shorthanded here.

Mind moving your jacket, please?

As you know, detective,

my client has agreed
to this interview,

but he is in no way
waiving his immunity.

Right. That's fine.

How about we start the
interview with, uh,

you taking off your sunglasses?

How about I think about it?

No.

Okay. Suit yourself.

I only have a few questions.

And I have one of my own.

Air conditioning?
Have you ever heard of it? Yeah.

They haven't fixed that,
have they? Geez. Yeah.

It's been off and on lately.

I've been complaining
for weeks myself.

I can see you have
a lot of pull. Huh.

Yeah. All right,
let's get started.

Where were you on the
night of the 16th?

St. Tropez.

Uh, no. Wait. Cancun.

No, that was two weeks ago.

: I'm not really sure.

Bali?

He's funny.

You think it's funny a
young girl got raped, huh?

No, I think it's funny

that you think I need
to get mine that way.

I don't think anything.

The evidence speaks for itself.

Your vehicle was
at the crime scene,

victim I.D.'D you,

and I'd be willing
to bet my salary,

if you took a DNA test,
it'd be all over that girl.

It's a good thing I'm smart
enough not to take that bet.

Despite the temptation of
winning a whole $40,000.

Hm. Yeah, well,

fortunately, I'm
compensated in other ways.

Like when I get to
see the look of love

in a meat-wrangler's eye

the day I make some spoiled
rich kid his new cellie.

That's a nice tattoo
you got there.

Let's get out of here.

Help yourself.

Nice tie.

Oh. Did it work?

Yeah. Don't touch anything.

He put his sweaty hands all
over the doorknob there;

he's got some drips over here
and look at the table, too.

Puts a new spin on the
term to sweat someone.

Yeah, but I got a
question for you.

Why does the boyfriend
of one of our victims

have the same exact tattoo
on his arm as this rapist?

Tell me about it.

It's wolf and key.

The name of a sort of
exclusive club at school.

Like a fraternity?

It's private, secret.

No one's supposed
to know about it.

And... they only tap
five freshmen a year.

We've had a president, senators...

Even Supreme court justices.

That explains why
Sebastian kissed in,

but what about you,
what's your excuse?

Your old man's a
schoolteacher from yonkers.

How'd you get in?
I'm captain of the football team.

Oh. Got to have one
of those, right?

You know how the world works.

I don't know how that world works.

Why don't you enlighten me.

You're either them
or you're not them.

Mm-hmm.

Wolf and key can open up
a lot of doors for me.

Look...

I'm not Brett Favre.

I had no future in
professional football.

Come on, a girl like Courtney?

A girl like Courtney.

Your girlfriend...

that's the part that I don't get.

I've seen you two together.

You look very happy.
She's a very beautiful girl.

But you knew Sebastian.

You knew he attacked her-
why didn't you come forward?

You'd protect a guy who'd
attack your girlfriend?

I don't know, he...

You don't know what?

He attacked your girlfriend.

He didn't attack her.

What do you mean,
he didn't attack her?

If he didn't attack
your girlfriend,

then who did?

Hey. Hey.

Who attacked your girlfriend?

Who did it?!

I did.

Wow.

You attacked your girlfriend.

It was just supposed
to be a prank. Prank?

This year's initiation.

You attacked your girlfriend
as part of a hazing?

Sebastian dreamed it up.

The hottie hit list.

The five hottest girls on campus.

Yeah. We'd ride around
with senior members,

and when we got their panties...

We'd check their name off.

So you pantsed her.

Your own girlfriend. I thought

at least I'd be careful
and she wouldn't get hurt.

Right, 'cause chivalry's
not dead with you.

So now it's Sebastian's turn.

You and your buddies,
you're all in the car.

What'd you do?

Hmm?

Did you watch?

You watch him rape that
innocent... to verify.

To verify what?!

We didn't know he
was gonna rape her!

We didn't!

He went nuts.

He went nuts, and the rest of
you sat around and you watched?

That makes you all part of it now.

That makes you all future
masters of the universe

accessories to aggravated rape.

You know, kid, you wanted
to be just like them.

Well, congratulations, you are.

Lock 'em all up.

Bring 'em all.

Let's go.

Any other day we lock up
50 degenerate rich kids,

I'm howling to the moon.

But with this mutt Sebastian
still on the loose...

I gotta roll.

Lab just hit a bull's-eye
on the DNA from my doorknob.

Get ready to start howling.

Hey!

I'll be back for you!

I don't know, Kelly.

I just don't think we
should see each other.

I'm sorry, I gotta go.

Five minutes... I do not want

to miss the beginning
of la boheme.

Sit down.

Four minutes.

As you know, your son came
into the NYPD for an interview.

Seems that our
air-conditioning was broken...

Three minutes.

What Baker was about to say,
Claudio,

is your son dripped his
DNA all over the room.

Forensics compared his sample

with those taken from
the victim as part

of the rape kit performed
after the attack.

That's a perfect match, Claudio.

Commissioner, despite what your
evidence may or may not show,

it is immaterial.

My son remains protected under

diplomatic immunity.

That's true.

He is protected...

Here.

NYPD forwarded

Sebastian Calso's DNA profile

to officials in Argentina.

Specifically, the Buenos
Aires police department.

It was run against
evidence collected

in the rape and beating
of a 19-year-old

Buenos Aires student last summer.

I'm afraid that, too, is a match.

Oh, God.

Our state department will give
your son 24 hours to return

to Argentina, where he will
be tried for that crime,

and he will be convicted
and sent to Mendoza.

Mendoza prison is your
country's most notorious...

I know.

I know of Mendoza.

Of course, you could decide

to waive your son's immunity,

allow NYPD detectives
to take him into custody

and risk a fair trial here.

He is my son, commissioner.

And the girl he raped is
another man's daughter.

Oh, time's up.

On your way to the opera,

call your son and
explain it to him.

So, what are you doing

Sydney's pulling an
all-nighter at the law firm.

Ah.

I don't know, I guess I just...

Had an urge to look at
some of these old pictures.

So, how's it been,

first few weeks on the job?

Every time I do something,

my sergeant tells me how I
should've done it differently.

And then I think about
what Danny would've done,

and that's something else.

Good cops are made by
the world they police.

I was the kind of cop I
needed to be in my time,

so was your dad, so was Danny.

Now your dad runs the city,
and Danny's...

Adapting to the changes,

and I'm a dinosaur.

Listen to your sergeant.

Become your own kind of good cop.

I've seen that picture before.

Which?

What's that pin?

The templar.

I told you about that.

I didn't know Danny was one.
Yeah, he joined.

It was a different thing by then.

Different how?

In my day, we formed the
templar for a reason...

to clean up the department.

After the job was done,

it became just another club...

drinking and war stories.

You know what?

That's more dinosaur talk.

Let's see what
happened with the jets.

Step back. Step aside.

Hold on. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hold on, hold on.

Let's see, something's
not quite right.

Oh, yeah, there we go.

What's the matter,
you got no jokes today?

Step aside.

How's she doing?

She's gonna be okay.

He's not.

Hey, Francis.

Special delivery.

Where'd you get this?

Found it on the stoop.

There's a card.

They're your favorite kind.

Who are they from?

The Mayor.

Ooh.

Don't mind if I do.

Speaking of our civic leader...

Uh-oh. Oh, here he goes.

...It's a victory for
the city of New York.

I'm just happy that the
government of Argentina

heeded my advice and
did the right thing.

A weasel. Yeah.

Dad does all the work,
and the Mayor takes the credit?

Sounds familiar. If you're
looking for a pat on the back,

don't become a cop.

Aw.

Good job, dad.

Yeah, good job, dad.

Good job, son.

Don't smoke that in the house.

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