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(crickets chirping)

(people shouting over TV)

I thought I heard something.

Suicide bombing
in Tel Aviv.

56 dead.

Terrorists?

No one's taken
responsibility yet.

(sighs)

There is credible evidence

of coordinated attacks
around the world.

Including New York.

This is the day I dread
every day I'm on the job.

But it's something
you're prepared for.

Question is,

prepared for what?

I'll put on some coffee.

(rock music plays inside,
people chatting)

(rock music blaring)

(men whistling, shouting)

♪ ♪

♪ American woman ♪

♪ Stay away from me ♪

♪ American woman ♪

♪ Listen what I say,
say, say, say... ♪

MAN:
Lacey!

♪ ♪

Don't you think
you've had enough there, hon?

Time for a private dance.

Look, you know
your little singles

aren't gonna get you that.

No singles today.

Look at you.

This'll be the last time
you'll ever see me.

Did you find somebody
you like better?

Soon, I will wear a king's crown

and wed 72 virgins in heaven.

Everyone will know my name.

Inshallah.

It is God's will.

Cool.

Let me just...
get rid of my tray.

Uh, yeah, I don't know
if it's an emergency,

but I just heard this guy saying
some crazy, 9/11-type stuff.

I definitely think
you should check him out.

♪ American woman... ♪

(slow rock ballad
playing at low volume)

Lacey Chambers?

Yeah, hi. I called.

I'm Officer Reagan,
this is Officer Janko.

Can you tell us what happened?

So, uh, this customer--

he's a regular--
all of a sudden,

starts talking
about 72 virgins in the sky

and everybody knowing his name?

What is his name?

Uh, Stas.

I don't know if
that's short for something.

He usually comes in,
nurses a couple beers,

and has, like,
a few dollars for tips.

Do you know his full name?

No.

Just "Stas."

Has he ever paid
with a credit card?

Only cash.

Like most of the guys here.

Description?

Middle Eastern?

Nope.

He's, uh, tall.

Sort of attractive in, like,
a Viking-dude way.

Okay, so, what-- you work here,

what, take a little toke,

have a couple shots?

What do you mean?

Listen, I would need
a little buzz to work here, too,

but I just need to know
how reliable a narrator you are.

Well...

I called you guys.

JAMIE:
Did he ever give you

a phone number,
any way to reach him?

No.
Maybe his prints are on a glass

or a bill that he handled?

I didn't think of that.

Are there security cameras here?

Let me call my manager.

Seriously, when was the last
time the Mets and the Yanks

were this hot,
this deep in the season?

2000, subway Series.

That was good times.
Yeah.

Yeah, you remember

when Clemens chucked
that broken bat at Piazza?

That was some 'roid rage.

They should've known
about Roger right there.

Boom! Boom, boom!
Whoa, whoa. Hey, hey!

OFFICER: Calm down, calm down.
Speaking of 'roid rage...

Come on.

(man shouting
in native language)

Watch out.
(grunts)

(man continues shouting)

Hey!

Boom, boom! Boom!
Hey.

Allah...
Come here, come here.

Allah...
Get over here, get over here.

(speaking native language)
Slow down, slow down.

Say it in English.

All right.

Shut up, shut up.

Give me some I.D.

You got I.D. on you?
I.D, I.D.

You got I.D.?
I.D., I.D., I.D.

I.D.
Stay there.

(speaking native language)
It's from INS.

His immigration status.

(speaking rapidly)
I heard you the first time, all right?

Hey! Can you help us
with a translation here?

Come here. What's this guy
talking about?

Talk to him--
tell him what you're saying.

(continues
in native language)

Tell him the part
about boom and bomb.

Nah, nah, nah, man, sorry--
I never heard that language before.

Hey, Dad!

Hey, Dad,
come over here.

Can you understand
what this guy's saying?

(speaking in
native language)

(speaking native language)

Tell him the part
about the bomb.

What about that?
Say it again.

(speaking in
native language)

He's from Afghanistan,
but it's a very obscure dialect.

I think he's Hazaragi.

Hazaragi?
From the mountains.

(speaking Hazaragi):
...boom-de-doom! Boom! Boom!

I think everyone knows
what that means.

(speaking Hazaragi)
Call the Wheel.

See if anybody speaks--
what is it?

Hazaragi.

That. Hazzy-raggy.

(speaks Hazaragi)
Yeah. Shut up.

We got to find out what the hell
he's talking about.

(speaking Hazaragi)

♪ Blue Bloods 6x01 ♪
Worst Case Scenario
Original Air Date on September 25, 2015

== sync, corrected by elderman ==
@elder_man

♪ ♪

[](siren whoops in distance)

The Justice Department
called me in twice last week.

I spent hours
transcribing wiretaps,

and it turned out
to be nonsense.

Today I have senior colloquium--
350 students--

and I was promised
I wouldn't be disturbed.

This is an emergency.

Yeah, that's what
they always say.

This is Barry Hamidi,
a linguistics professor

at Baruch College.

Justice uses him
all the time.

Nice to meet you, Detective.
Glad you're here, Barry.

Hey, sit down.

Sit down!
(speaks Hazaragi)

Guy's been jumping
out of his skin.

Don't know what the hell

he's talking about--
can you help us out here?

(conversing in Hazaragi)

(conversing in Hazaragi)

(speaking Hazaragi):
...bomb-de-doom.

(speaking excitedly)

Okay.

He doesn't want
to get into trouble,

but he says he knows of a plot
to detonate bombs in this city.

When?

(speaks Hazaragi)

(speaks Hazaragi)

Today.

Why don't you take a seat.

We wipe the footage
every 24 hours,

so if he was in here last night,
it should've grabbed him.

JANKO: Okay, you're gonna have
to look real close, Lacey.

That's him.
That's Stas.

JAMIE: Rewind it.

Can you, uh, punch in?

Mm-hmm.

How about him coming out
of the club?

All right.

JANKO: Damn. Uh,

do you have any cameras
inside of the club?

No. We don't want
to be filmed.

No cameras allowed.

Okay, thank you very much.
Mm-hmm.

You run a business like this,
you really want to lie to a cop?

Who said I was lying
about anything?

Where's the other camera?

What other camera
are you talking about?

Want to waste my time?

(sighs)

All right, look, these girls
have been ripping me off

at the registers,
so I put a hidden camera

over the bar.
View of the customers, too?

Yes.

And we put extra security in
place in appropriate embassies,

landmarks and synagogues,
but it's been quiet.

Anything on
the Terror Tip hotline?

We've been chasing down
every call,

but it's the usual
cranks and pranks.

This is from
Homeland Security.

There have been some
legitimate red flags, though--

one which was caught
by Detective Reagan,

the other Officer Reagan.

How do you know?

Uh... um...

I consider it part
of my job to know.

Because?
Because even though you think

there's no connection
between this office

and the line-of-duty activities
of your offspring,

the press and some of the public
think otherwise.

Always have, always will.

So you aid and abet.

I stay ahead of it
as much as I can.

There's a difference.

Two seemingly isolated incidents
that could be connected.

That's good police work.

Okay.

Tell us what you know
about this plot.

(Barry translates)

(speaks Hazaragi)

Two weeks ago,
he rented to three men.

(speaks Hazaragi)

He heard enough
on his rounds to believe

they were very angry
with their situation in America.

Angry how?

In what way?

(translates)

(speaking Hazaragi)

They couldn't get jobs
or dates with American girls.

(speaking Hazaragi)

The usual stupid stuff
young men talk about.

Okay.

(translates)

(speaking Hazaragi)

But in the past week, he noticed
they were bringing in materials,

like construction nails,
copper wire...

(speaking Hazaragi)

(speaking Hazaragi)

...bomb-de-doom.

He noticed the boxes
put out with the trash.

And when he went in
to fix the leak...

...that's where he saw
three bombs.

Three bombs.

Okay, well, you know
anything about the bombers--

they affiliated
with the Tel Aviv bombers?

(translates)

(speaks Hazaragi)

He doesn't know.
Uh-huh.

Well, tell me about the bombs.

What do they look like?

(translates)

(speaks Hazaragi)

One is on a timer, the other two
work with, uh, toggle switches.

DANNY:
Toggle switch--

press the button...
and boom?

Ah. Ah.
Suicide bombs?

(translating)

Yeah.

You know a lot
about bombs, Naseem.

(translates)

(speaks Hazaragi)

There was a bomb maker
in his village

in Afghanistan
who blew himself up.

(speaking Hazaragi)

Scared him very badly
as a child.

DANNY: I bet. You know,
you play with bombs,

you get blown up.
Is that why

you're scared-- you playing
with bombs, Naseem?

Come on.

He's answering
the questions.

You want me to believe him?

He's telling me
a bunch of craziness.

How do I know
he's not making the bombs?

Naseem.

If you're not
telling us the truth,

now's a good time to do it.

While we can help you.

(translates)

(shouts in Hazaragi)

He only swears to God.
He swears to God.

He swears
on his family, okay?

You want me to believe
that this schmo happened upon

He wouldn't lie.

some bomb plot to blow up
New York City?

Hey, sit down!
BARRY: He loves America.

How the hell do we
know he wouldn't lie?

He loves America.

Shut up and sit down!

(yelling in Hazaragi)

(Barry speaks Hazaragi)

He swears he's only
trying to help us to stop

this terrible situation
from happening.

For all I know he
could be setting us up,

pointing us in one direction
when the bomb's

in another direction, okay?
BARRY: Calm down.

(speaks Hazaragi)

I think you're jumping
to a lot of conclusions.

It's my job to jump
to a lot of conclusions.

This just came in. Homeland
Security ran all the names

and got confirmation
on Naseem Akhtar's status.

Thank you.

Is he really here
on a Work visa?

He's in this country
100% legally.

Not on any watch lists.

All right, well,
that checks out.

What about the,
uh, tenants?

Nothing.
This came in

from One PP.
It's a screen grab

from a strip club security
camera on 53rd and 12th.

This guy was apparently

talking about
meeting the 72 virgins last night.

53rd and 12th. That's close
to where Naseem lives.

What, you think

that guy's one of his tenants?

I don't know.

Show him,
see if it rings a bell.

All right, Naseem,
here's your chance.

This one of your bombers?

(speaks Hazaragi)

BARRY:
That's one of the renters.

(speaking Hazaragi)
...Stasa.

They call him Stas.

Yes. Yes!

That's him.

JTTF drew a blank on Stas
and the other tenants.

They're not known
to the department,

at least
under those identities.

Run their names through
Canadian Incident Database.

Canada?

A lot of jihadis
slip in through Canada.

And run Naseem Akhtar, too.
See what we get.

CO of the bomb squad
is en route.

Chief Rucker
from FDNY

and MTA Director
of Safety and Security

will be here shortly.
ESU?

John Knight
is out at Montauk

with his family,
but he's gonna head back.

Send the chopper.
Worse case scenario,

we're gonna need
all our resources ready to go.

Already did.

Should we make some
kind of statement?

No.

It's the question on everyone's
mind-- is New York next?

We don't have the answer to it,
so no. What is it, Baker?

There's been
two more bombings.

London and Bangladesh,
subway and market.

It's happening.

Not here, it isn't.

[]Why don't you two
grab a couple chairs,

have a seat out of the way.

We're checking out
your tenants.

They choppered you in,
huh, John?

Third floor apartment, right
side, window fan is still on.

Yeah? So what?

Well, according to Naseem,
that means someone's home.

They never leave the fan on
unless they're there.

Do we know if there's
anyone else involved?

Those guys outside
could be lookouts

or accomplices.

Only what he said:
three bombs...

Three bombers.
Got it.

Muslims pray
five times a day, right?

The third one,
the dhuhr, starts soon.

All we gotta do
is just watch,

see which one of these guys
pulls out a rug and gets down

on their knees.

What does that matter, Danny?

Just because they're Muslims
doesn't mean they're terrorists.

I didn't say
just 'cause they're Muslims

they're terrorists,
but I'm saying

there's a certain profile
they fit.

Really? Stas looked like
a frat boy in that photo.

Those two brothers from
Boston did, too. It could be

anyone now.
That's what's so scary.

Right. And our job is to take
all of 'em off the street.

ERIN: So the informant
gave you permission

to search the apartment?

Yes.

And obviously the
renters have not.

What's your point?

You could make a case
to get access

to the heating and plumbing.

But?
But...

the law comes down to the guy
or guys who pay the rent

have a right to a locked door.

That's not the answer I need.
You wanted to know what I

could sell to my boss
and that's what I'm telling you.

I assumed we'd
be on the same side.

And we are.

I think there's one loophole
that we could fit through.

An emergency exception that
could apply if you sign off.

What would I be signing?

The police can pursue any leads,
by any means necessary,

if they feel there's a real
threat to the public safety.

But I think the DA would
feel a lot more comfortable

if a judge signed off
on a high-risk warrant.

And I have a few judges
that owe me favors...

Yeah, this is moving too fast.

I think it's better
to ask forgiveness

than permission on this one.

Dad, you are moving

on one man's
uncorroborated story.

What if you raid that apartment,
kill three Muslims

and don't find
a single bomb on site?

That's a lot of backfire that
you're standing in front of.

When I consider the alternative?

I'll take that risk.

Thank you.

Goes without saying...

We never had this conversation.

(indistinct
police radio chatter)

Look, guys,

we have no idea
what's waiting for us in there.

We don't even know the
size of these devices.

Could take the whole
building out, or the block.

Should we just wait for them
to come outside?

Put some snipers on the roof?

They could have
a dead switch on those bombs.

Finger comes off the
detonator for any reason--

including getting shot--

and the device
automatically detonates.

Well, hopefully,
we'll be inside and on 'em

before they even
know what's happening.

And what if one of them
makes a move?

Use any force necessary.
Got it?

Guys, let's move out.

Let's go.

OFFICER:
All right, move out.

Hey.

You got that, right?

Something goes wrong,
you light 'em up.

Got it.

♪ ♪

(men laughing,
conversing indistinctly)

(men catcalling, whooping, whistling)
Hey. Oh!

All right, doll!

(wolf whistling)

MAN: Very nice!

Ah, geez...
(continues indistinctly)

(door clanks open)

(dog barking in distance)

Get out of the way!

Get out of the way!

Get out of the way!
(woman screams)

(men shouting)

(men chanting
in native language in distance)

(chanting continues)

Police!
Police!

BOTH:
Don't move!

Police!
Police! Don't move!

Don't move! Don't move!
Don't you move!

I said, don't move! Police!

(woman shrieks in distance)

Shut your mouth. Shut up!

(officers shouting)
Get down!

(gasping)
OFFICER: Everybody okay?

Anybody hit?!

We're good!

Are there any bombs?

(gasping)

You good?

Oh, yeah. They're not.

(sirens approaching)

We got a problem.
I only count two bombs.

Naseem said
there were three bombs.

We only got
two bombs here.

We're missing a bomb.

They must've deployed it.
It could be anywhere.

Son of a bitch is the only one

who knows where
the other bomb is. Get a bus!

Hey, hey.

(man coughing)

You hear me? You're not dying
until you tell me

where that bomb is,
you son of a bitch!

Where is it?!

[](sirens blaring)

Clear the hall!
Let's go.

Prepare for a blood
transfusion-- BP 60,

heart rate 120.
That's our guy.

Hey!
WOMAN: BP 60, heart rate 120...

I need to talk to him before you operate.
Turn, turn.

I need to operate before you talk to him.
DANNY: Hey, wait a minute!

Stop!
What the hell are you doing?!

I need to talk to this son of a bitch!
Keep on moving.

Keep on moving! Keep on moving!
Go! Go! Go!

Doc, you don't understand.
I got to talk...

Stop. You're gonna
kill him, okay?

You're gonna be killing
innocent people

if you don't let me talk to him!

Come on, you seen
what's going on on TV.

People are being
blown away here, Doc.

Look, I get it-- it's your job
to save his life,

but it's my job
to save theirs.

Now, can he talk?

Yeah, he's lucid, but he needs

to get on the machines
to help him breathe.

He needs
immediate attention, okay?

Yeah, then, put him on
whatever machines you want.

Just give me a second with him.

(indistinct announcement
over public address speakers)

Hello, Samir.

I want you to tell me where
Stanislav Tarasenko is

and what his target is.

(Barry speaks Arabic)

(speaking quietly
in Arabic)

I know you speak English,
so why don't you drop it?

It's too late to stop it.

Inshallah.

It is God's will.

It's God's will to kill
innocent people, huh?

Is that what
you're saying?

You know nothing of our God,

of our will.

Your laws... mean nothing.

(groans softly)

I die...

a hundred more take my place.

Allah Akbar.

Allah Akbar.

God... is... great.

You're sure you're ready
to die, Samir? Is that it?

I know what's waiting for me.

There's no virgins
waiting for you, my friend.

(Samir wheezing)

Johannam.

It's in your Quran.

Those who fail Allah
face a dark storm.

(Samir wheezing)

You're nearly dead,
your bomb's been diffused.

I'd say you failed Allah
pretty damn good.

(wheezing)

Now, you're gonna tell me
what I want to know,

and I'll let you live.

If you don't,
I'm gonna pull the plug

on that machine over there,
and you're gonna die right now.

Johannam is only
for non-believers.

Do as you wish.

Allah knows
what's in my heart.

It's your God
you'll have to face.

I'm ready to face mine.

Hope you're ready
to face yours.

Detective, what are you doing?

Shut up.

This is crazy!
I said, shut up!

You think I'm bluffing?

You think I'm bluffing?
You're gonna tell me

what I want to know right now,
or I'm pulling this plug.

Hmm?

What's the target?

No, no, no, no,
no, no, no.

Hey, Doc!
Doctor, come here fast!

What's going on?
Come here! He's gonna kill him.

(bell dings)

Officer Reagan, right this way.

Know what this
is about, Detective?

I'm sorry. I don't.

GORMLEY:
Your hunch was right, boss.

Stanislaw Tarasenko entered
the United States illegally

through Canada,
from Afghanistan.

He was on their watch list.

What do we know about him?

He was born
in the Caucus Mountains,

but went to high school
in Maryland.

Commissioner?

Got radicalized through
a campus group in college,

and did some training last year
in Mazir-i-Sharif.

Affiliations?

No one knows who they are.
Totally off the grid.

That's how they're catching
everybody by surprise.

I need a minute.

Hey.

Hey.

I need Intel on Stas
that isn't in any file.

And I'm the guy?

You could be.

That club-- that's where
he went to relax.

That's where he drank.

That's when people
reveal themselves.

Yeah, but I came up
with nothing on Stas.

Well, what about the waitress?

You talked to her.

I think she drinks
there, too, Dad.

I think she makes a habit
of taking the edge off.

But she did call 911

off a couple of phrases
a customer used.

Yeah, good point.

Could you take
another crack at her?

I think she's had
some time to think.

Thank you.

GORMLEY: Boss, I'm thinking we
should take another shot

at Samir Fayed.

I heard Danny went at him
pretty hard.

He's not gonna break.

GORMLEY:
Well, what do we do now?

We wait.

Wait for what?

This is the hard part, Sid.

Time between doing
everything we can think of

and finding out
if it worked.

I can't just sit here!

Welcome to our world.

(sighs)

Guys. What do you need?

You spent a lot time
of time with Stas.

Is there anything else
that you can tell us?

Any small bit of (phone ringing)
detail that might help?

I need you to put down your
phone and focus, please.

Just need one second. I just have to...
No.

Put the phone down.

Okay, look, I'm sorry. I...

We didn't get deep.

He was some creepy dude who
watched me dance in the dark.

Keep thinking, Lacey.

Is there anything else
that comes to mind?

Well, look, we know what kind
of girl he liked, right?

That's for sure. I mean,
he never left me alone.

Well, did he
ever ask you on a date?

Every time I saw him.

Good. Did he ever mention
where he'd want to take you?

Actually, yeah.

He mentioned one place
a couple of times.

He said that it was
almost as beautiful as I was.

It was... "Siprani"?

I think...
Siprani? It's a restaurant?

I guess so. I...
Anything else

he mentioned about the place?
Um...

Uh, yeah, he works there, too.

Great. What was his job?

I have no idea.

I always thought that

it was probably manual labor,
'cause his hands

are really rough.
Okay, all right,

let's take it back to the name.

Say it just the way
Stas said it.

Use his accent.

"Soprani."

S... (groans)

Damn it. I can...
I can almost

picture it.

What do you mean
you can picture it?

He would come here
from-from work.

He had the logo stitched
into his shirt.

Did he wear that shirt

the night that he made
the threat to you?

I don't know.
He usually

was wearing it.

We got a screen cap...
Let's see.

Here...
There you go.

JAMIE:
Ci...

BOTH: Cipriani?
That's it! Yes!

There's three of them.
One on Wall Street

makes a really good target.
Yeah, and he works there--

he knows how to get in and out.

Let's call Danny and put
out an alert. Thank you.

Thank you.

(quietly):
Damn.

(siren wailing)

Mr. Costa?

Yes.

Detectives Reagan and Baez.

Is this the guy?

Mm-hmm. That's Stas--
but I haven't seen him in weeks.

I thought he worked here.

I thought he did, too.
He was on a maintenance crew

that did cleaning and repairs
throughout the building.

You got any views to the street
in this place?

Not from this main space, no.

This is it--
one huge room.

How about anywhere else in the
building, maybe another floor?

The second floor--
looks out over the whole square.

Okay. Stas work there, too?

Yes.
All right, let's see it.

Come on! Move!

Hold on, hold on.
Get back.

What's in here?
Just supplies.

Extra tables.

Ready?

COSTA: Oh, my God,
it's my manager!

Son of a bitch.

Call a bus.

DANNY:
Detective 466

requesting ESU
and the bomb squad,

re: possible bomb
at this location.

[](gasps, screams)
Come on.

(door bangs)

♪ ♪

(grunting)

(yells)

(grunting)

(grunts in pain)

(yelling, grunting)

(grunting, blows thudding)

(fierce grunting)

(yells)

(grunting continues)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(sighs)

Nice.

Well.

Okay.

Thanks.
Well written,

accurate.

Moving, even,
in the right hands.

It is in the right hands.

Maybe reads a little bit
like a victory lap.

Well...

I'd say you've earned it.

If I did, we all did.

What's insidious
about terrorism is...

it can get inside our heads,

make us change the way
we live our lives.

Then you wake up thinking...

is this the day?

(sighs deeply)

It took this city a long time
to get its swagger back.

(sighs)

Wouldn't that be a victory here?

(sighs)

(indistinct chatter)

Good evening.

I know there's been
a lot of conjecture

about a terrorist incident
in the city today--

understandable, given what
has happened across the world

in the last 24 hours--

but conjecture...

is all that it was.

The fatal shooting downtown
this morning was

an isolated incident,

involving a victim with a long
history of emotional problems.

What about the police raid
on the West Side?

There were
fatalities there, too.

Well, that was
a separate incident.

It is an ongoing investigation,

and I cannot comment on it
any further.

There is something else
I'd like to say.

As a New Yorker...

and for all of us New Yorkers
who have been through

and come back from
a terrorist attack,

our thoughts and prayers go out
to the families

who lost loved ones in Tel Aviv,

London and Bangladesh
this past day.

We are with you

in any way that we can help.

(sighs)

And we are sorry...

for your sorrows.

FRANK AND OTHERS: Bless us,
Lord, for these, Thy gifts,

which we are about to receive
from Thy bounty,

through Christ our Lord. Amen.

Pops, is there wheat flour
in these mashed potatoes?

Why, they don't look right?

No. I'm just trying
to go gluten-free.

Why?

Just am.

You got a condition?
She got a condition, Erin?

Not that I've heard of.

No, I don't have
celiac disease or anything.

I'm just... trying it.

So, who's the guy?

What makes you ask that?

Wait for it...

I have a friend

with celiac, yes.

Ah.
Ah, there we go.

Told ya.

And what made you ask that?

Buddy of mine gave up
beer at parties

because the girl
he's going with doesn't drink.

What?

Big mouth.
What?

Read the room, bro.

DANNY: Does this
buddy of yours know

that the legal drinking age
is 21?

Yes, Dad.

Uh, how much beer
and at what parties?

Mom, please.

As the wise man said,
what you don't know can't hurt you.

I think it's a little late for that.
FRANK: Yeah, well,

there's no need to dig deeper,
not just now.

JAMIE:
You know,

I never got that saying.
If you don't know that

getting hit by a bus hurts,
then you can play in traffic

without fear,
but it doesn't mean

you're not gonna get slammed.

That's a bit literal.

FRANK:
You know what

the original saying was:
"So long as I know it not,

it hurteth me not."

British writer,
George Pettie, 1500s.

And you know this how?

Well, I had an
idle moment, once,

and I looked it up, and I agree.

Really?

Sure. Take this table.

I'd call us a
pretty open bunch,

but you don't think
there's things

we don't know about
each other we're better off

not knowing?

Sleep better at night
not knowing?

SEAN: Like how Mom and Dad were
better off before they knew

that big mouth here drank at parties.
All right.

You're on a slippery slope,
Sean, but if you take that idea

and expand it out over, say,
the eight million people

walking around this city,
not all of them

looking to do good.

There probably is
a lot of things

that I'd rather
not know about.

You got that right.

You mean what you guys know.

The near misses and stuff.

Not just us, but sure.

I'm with Sean.

Sometimes ignorance is bliss.

Cheers to that.

HENRY:
Cheers.

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