Blue Bloods Episode Scripts

N/A - Mob Rules

1 ATTICUS: Okay, okay, everybody.
Listen, respect.
Respect.
We know everybody's got some serious questions.
We have the commissioner here who doesn't have a lot of time, but since I have the mike, let me start this off with the first question.
Commissioner, about a month ago, your guys came through here in a so-called gang sweep and picked up over 100 of our youth.
What's up with that? The Bitterman Houses had a half a dozen gang-related shootings in that period.
Would you prefer that we just sat back and let them pick each other off? Everybody picked up was not gang-related, nor involved in the shooting.
But those few have since been released, as you know.
But isn't this like stop-and-frisk? MAN: That's right! It's like you're just dropping a net and picking up everybody.
Number one, we have probable cause for all those arrests.
Number two, there is a long history of gang violence in these housing projects.
The low point being when our mayor was carried out of a meeting-- just like this one-- with a bullet in his spine.
ATTICUS: We've got our own wounded and casualties here as well.
Look at Kim over here.
Jamael, Boostie.
Please.
Look at them.
We have got to start seeing each other.
Admitting to each other that we have a common goal here: to put an end to blood on these streets.
Starting with some cooperation so we can be more precise in who we go after.
That's profiling.
Man, you want us to snitch on our neighbors! ATTICUS: Okay, okay, okay.
Any other questions? Okay, who else has questions over here? (faint gunfire popping) Just a minute Just a minute! (gunfire continues) (indistinct chatter) Are you going somewhere? Because we ain't.
We can't.
We ain't going nowhere.
We're here.
(applause) Please.
The NYPD is on the scene and in the process of securing the area.
(groaning, chattering) You're welcome.
Next question.
JANKO: Seriously? You want Chinese food for lunch? We're in a neighbor that has some of the best Middle Eastern food in the city.
What can I say, Eddie, you want what you want when you want it.
(honks) Hey! Where'd you learn to drive, you moron?! (tires screech, sirens blare) Got a problem? Y-Yeah, you almost took the door of my cab off.
McFARLAND: Sir, turn around, put your hands against the vehicle.
Come on, you kidding? I didn't do anything, man, I didn't do anything.
Come on.
You don't do what you're told, you'll see how much I'm kidding.
(grunts) I'm with Homeland Security.
I'll throw in resisting arrest.
BYSTANDER 1: Leave him alone! What'd he do? BYSTANDER 2: Here we go again! What's going on here, gentlemen? John McFarland, Department of Homeland Security.
Officer, this individual tried to hit our vehicle.
He's guilty of reckless endangerment, resisting arrest Who's resisting? He needs to be handcuffed and booked ASAP.
Hold on, first off, didn't look like that from where we were.
Second, we don't take orders from Homeland Security.
APUZZO: Then you'll take them from me.
Lieutenant Apuzzo, NYPD.
We're part of a joint terrorism task force.
Why don't you arrest him yourself? We're due at the courthouse, Officer.
We don't have time.
I'm assigning you this arrest.
Make it happen.
(rattling motor) Damn it! I told you, it's broken.
I can't stand living in a rental house.
You call that contractor, ask him when he's going to be done with the kitchen at our house? If I ever hear back from him, I will.
So we're stuck with our place half-gutted and no air conditioning on the hottest night of the year? It's not the hottest night.
Why do you got to make everything into a catastrophe? Let's just open up some windows.
(loud laughter, chatter) How am I gonna sleep with that? I got ear plugs.
All right, I'll go tell them to knock it off, okay? (buttons beeping) This is Lieutenant Sid Gormley from the P.
C.
's office.
Can you send a radio car over here to the following address GORMLEY: Hey, guys, what's up? VLAD: Hey, guys.
what's up? (laughter) Kind of late to be partying on a school night, isn't it? Go back in house, svin'ya.
I don't know what you just said, but you're on private property, okay? So, why don't you guys just move along now? Call a cop, why don't you? I am a cop.
(groaning, laughter) You don't wanna be doing this, seriously.
All right, who freaking threw that? Who threw that? You know I didn't come out here without calling backup first, don't you? So, back up! SHEILA: Sid? GORMLEY: Sheila, just stay in the house, no matter what.
(shouts) (shouting, chattering) He's a cop, you idiots! (laughing, shouting) Blue Bloods 7x04 Mob Rules @elderman (steady beeping) Detective.
(sighs) He gonna be okay? By the grace of God and an eighth of an inch.
That's good news.
I'm trying to act that way.
Nice of you to come up.
He'll appreciate it.
What do you got? Well, he doesn't remember much of what happened, and, of course, the people in the neighborhood aren't helping.
Look, I don't want to overstep.
Uh, I left the department.
I know there's church and state with the DA's office.
There's no way the people on that street are going to cooperate.
Even if you got your best detectives on it.
The house where it happened is two blocks from where I grew up.
I still have family there.
I appreciate your offer.
I really do.
But I can't I will not hand over a case where one of our own was attacked.
I'm not asking you to.
Just let me do my thing, on my own.
I know my neighbors.
If-if they're gonna open up with anyone, it's gonna be somebody who's been around all their lives.
And not for nothing, I used to work with Sid too.
We could fill this floor with guys who worked with Sid.
But I'm the one who's here.
You're no longer NYPD.
I can't tell you what to do.
Thank you.
Erin sign off on this? Not yet.
(soft chuckle) Anthony, just don't do anything I wouldn't do.
Yes, sir.
Name? Uh, Abdel.
A-B-D-E-L.
Last name Salem.
S-A-L-E-M.
Like the witch trials.
Date of birth? July 4, 1981.
For real.
Birthplace? You really need that? Damascus.
Syria? Yeah, I've been here 20 years.
I'm a Mets fan, you know? If I have a son I'm gonna name him Thor, after Syndergaard.
You're a resident alien? Yeah, but I was just about to get my citizenship.
Point of entry to the United States? JFK.
Look, you guys, you know I didn't do anything wrong, okay? You can't send me back to Syria.
Sir, we're just trying to fill out a form here.
I doubt they'll deport you.
You're charging me with felonies.
I mean, who-who knows what's gonna happen if Homeland Security's involved.
They're gonna-they're gonna find some-some little problem with my original application.
Jamie, is that true? Can they send him back to Syria? Let's not get ahead of ourselves here, okay? You'll be appointed an attorney at your arraignment.
If you want to fight the charges, plead not guilty, that's up to you.
You're still in America.
But if I lose, my whole life could be over.
Uh, all because of a-a stupid traffic argument.
Guys guys, listen, okay? Listen, I know that you can't speak out against other cops, But you were both there.
Okay? You know what really happened.
Jamie? I'm sorry, Abdel, but we have a job to do, okay? Just tell the attorney the whole truth, we'll get the witness statements, and everything'll turn out okay.
Geez, they got me so doped up I can't remember anything about what happened.
That's good-- because of the trauma, right? It also happens sometimes with head injuries.
It's called retrograde amnesia.
What's the last thing you remember, Sid? Me and Sheila were having lobsters at Gargiulo's and, um, we were wondering what happened to the big octopus on the ceiling.
And that that's all I got.
Don't strain yourself, honey.
We've been through a lot.
Could you identify the people who did this to you or what led up to the confrontation? I got nothing.
I mean, it's like a giant pothole in my memory.
Sheila, what'd you see? It was so dark.
There were so many of 'em.
Aren't we getting anything off the canvas? You know the kind of neighborhood it is, Sid.
But I have to ask.
There are people saying that you might have provoked this by taking your gun out.
Oh, no, no, I had it on me when they brought me in.
Somebody must have sucker punched me before I could get it out.
Aah! Okay, easy, Lieutenant.
Nice and easy.
Sorry, Anthony.
I'm not doing myself much good here, am I? Your job right now is to get better.
I'll take care of the rest.
Thank you.
(indistinct conversations) Guy gets shot two blocks from where the police commissioner's speaking and everything's business as usual.
Not even a look.
No.
What's it gonna take? Wasting your time.
What's that? Just saying, you can stand out here all day, won't do you no good.
No one's gonna talk to you.
Why's that? See all these people out here with canes and wheelchairs? Those aren't from car accidents.
In fact, I'm done talking.
Hey, I know you, don't I? I saw you around here.
There was a shooting over the summer.
I tried to talk to you.
It was your cousin got shot, right? How's he doing? Still a fool.
But with a limp now.
Could be worse, right? Look, we don't want to jam you up out here, but were you at the basketball game when the shooting occurred? Two guys got hit.
No, I-I was inside.
But it's been crazy, you know? Most people around here just want to live their lives and chill, but ever since Los Lordes got locked up, it's been an all-out war between the gangs trying to take over.
Maybe we give you a card, you give us a call later? I don't know.
.
MAN: Don't be snitching to the Po-Po, sister! They ain't gonna be around when you need them.
Hey, tough guy, you want to come down and say it to our faces? Yo, go back to the Bronx Zoo, Furious George.
Who is that? Fausto.
He's with the Los Pozoleros crew.
Really? One of the gangs shooting it out yesterday? I know he was at the game when it went off.
Good, let's go talk to him.
Strike marks.
Must be some neighbor.
Police, open up.
MAN: Read the mat, sucker.
That's real funny.
How about we lock you up for obstructing, huh? For what, a class A misdemeanor? I'm scared, Mr.
Policeman.
Now slip your summons under the door and get the hell away.
Tell you what, tough guy, how about you open the door and come on out here, we'll settle this like men, all right? Come on, forget I'm a cop.
Show me what you got.
You want to see what I got, huh? Well, here it is.
You still want to kick my ass now? (doorbell rings) Aunt Sophia.
I got nothing to say to you.
Come on, you know you're gonna let me in.
Leave me standing on the doorstep, the neighbors are gonna talk.
Last time you were here you used me to lock up my son.
Joey was up to no good and we both know it.
I thought you were just gonna talk to him.
Sophia, you're still my aunt, Joey's still my cousin.
How long are we gonna keep this up? What do you want? You heard about the police lieutenant getting jumped outside of the house he was renting, right? Of course.
It happened just down the block.
The police are having trouble getting witnesses to step forward.
Naturally.
Anthony, the neighborhood has changed since you left.
The Russians? Some of the young people-- they don't care nothing about nobody.
They're thugs.
Yeah, well, our crowd didn't always roll out the welcome wagon.
Oh, no, it's different.
People are scared.
They're not gonna talk to cops.
Maybe they just need someone they know to encourage them.
You want me to get my neighbors to cooperate? No, thank you.
(footsteps approaching) Sorry I'm late.
Hardly.
You want a drink before we sit down? What are you having? Bloody Mary without the vodka.
Isn't it just easier to say Virgin Mary? Not if you had Jesuit teachers in high school.
What? Well, I've always kind of felt that ordering a drink named after Jesus' mom in a bar was a sin.
Seriously? Makes sense if you think about it.
Jamie talk to you? No.
Oh.
What? No, he said he was going to.
About? Well, he came to me first, nothing I could do for him.
About? I think Jamie should speak to you.
Okay.
Oh, by the way, I appreciate Anthony stepping up, and thank you to you too.
Stepping up for what? You know.
No, I don't know.
Oh.
Oh, what? Well, he's kind of helping me out with the Gormley assault.
Oh, that's nice.
I thought so.
No, I meant nice.
As in, my go-to detective is working on a case for you and neither of you thought to tell me.
I just did.
Check? You for real, yo? You brought me all the way down here in a handicap van for some puto obstruction charge? Intimidating a witness is serious business.
Freedom of speech, my man.
Expressing my opinion.
Check out the Bill of Rights sometime.
Well, how about you just talk to me instead? About what? About what happened at the basketball court.
Pretty sure you know all the players.
Me? Yeah, you.
I'm just living in my little apartment, getting by on my little disability.
(knocking) All right.
Wow, looks like you got quite a record here, Fausto.
Two dozen arrests, four felony convictions, two long bids upstate-- wow.
Okay.
So now you know who I am.
It also says you were number two in a gang called Los Pozoleros.
Under one Eduardo "Pozolero" Soto.
Who was charged and acquitted for shooting you in the back when you tried to make a move and start your own operation.
It be's that way sometime.
Hate the game, not the player.
So you're okay, being paralyzed from the waist down while he takes over the drug market at the Bitter End? My mother used to tell me, "Fausto, life's good, but it ain't always fair.
" Well, it certainly hasn't been fair to you, huh? This guy crippled you, Fausto.
You never thought about getting a little payback? I ain't never snitched to cops before.
And I ain't gonna start now.
You do this the hard way, you can end up in a state prison where they don't exactly have the best medical facilities, you'll be far away from your family and friends.
Most of them stopped coming by when I stopped making money.
So there ain't no type of hell you could show me that I don't already know.
Okay, well, it's only a matter of time before somebody talks, and when they do we could just lock you up with the rest of them.
Who knows, maybe you'll even get to share a cell with Eduardo, huh? I don't think so, hombre.
Pozolero means "the stewmaker.
" Because anybody that crossed him ended up in an acid bath.
So why don't you take me the hell home.
(exhales): All right.
ABETEMARCO: How we doing? Well, they say only the good die young, so I'll be fine.
(chuckles) Don't listen.
He's doing much better.
The doctors just want to keep him around a little longer for observation.
You getting anywhere? Sure would help if you could remember a little more.
We got these photos off a security camera around the corner a few minutes after the attack.
Recognize anyone? Nah.
I'm sorry, Anthony, I got nothing.
So no idea who these kids are, or who would want to set you up for a beatdown? I thought I got along with everybody.
Look, Sid Lieutenant, I know the PC's got hawk-eyes on this 'cause it's you, and I don't want to let him down or get on his bad side.
So please, help me help you.
All right.
Let me take another look.
(dog barking in distance) Nobody comes out here for a beer.
Sunday dinner, sure, but, uh, not Thursday night beers.
So shoot.
All right, I got caught up in this livery driver arrest with some Joint Terrorist Task Force guys.
Well, that's your business.
I think it might be yours, too.
From where we were standing, it looked like the Homeland Security guy provoked the incident.
And then the others had to back him up.
That's a lot to see from standing nearby.
I admit it wasn't a perfect angle, but it looked like the cabdriver didn't do anything wrong.
Looked like, or is a fact? Let's just say I wasn't comfortable with the way it all went down.
Well, I'm not sure where comfort enters into this.
Look, do you know where those guys were headed? They said they were going to court.
Yeah? But what you don't know is the guy who started the beef is the linchpin in the biggest counterterrorism case the Feds have had in years.
Which has absolutely nothing to do with this cabdriver.
I mean, he's just a schmuck trying to make a living.
He already spent the night at Rikers.
And he will get a lawyer and have his day in court.
But Jamie this can't be your problem.
Or mine.
My name on the arrest report, Dad.
Well, you need to start picking your battles.
Which is what I'm doing here.
So you want me to what? Upend a federal case because you think maybe that the key witness might have had a hand in a traffic beef? So you really don't want to hear my side of it? You were assigned the arrest, you processed the arrest-- you did your duty.
Am I missing something here? That an innocent bystander got caught up in the grinder of the system that both you and I have responsibility for.
That's a whole lot to put on one collar.
I don't understand why you're breaking your neck trying to look the other way on this.
Look, maybe you're having a bad day.
I don't know.
Thanks for your time.
(sighs) Officers Reagan and Janko.
You asked to see us? I'm Abdul Salem's lawyer.
I understand you were the arresting officers the other day.
I'm sure you already have the arrest report.
I do.
And I noticed some rather obvious irregularities.
If you have any questions for us, you'll have to ask us on the stand.
We'll be under oath.
Abdul is in a medical observation unit on Rikers right now.
He got badly beaten by a bunch of other prisoners for being Arab in the wrong place.
I'm sorry, but there's nothing we can do about that.
He said you both saw what really happened, and that you both seemed like good people.
We seem that way because we are.
All I'm asking is for you to do what's right under the law.
All due respect, you don't know what you're asking.
You know and I know these officers lied.
And it's going to cost my client his citizenship, if not his life.
We don't know any of those things, ma'am.
I'm sorry for Mr.
Salem's troubles, but it's out of our hands.
If you'll excuse us.
Went by to see Sid this morning.
Glad to see he's doing better.
For once, that hard Irish head of his came in handy.
Right.
Hey, you know I wanted the corner piece.
What do you think you're doing? Buttmunch.
Excuse me, uh, language.
Is that a word? DANNY: Apparently so.
What's with you two? You've been beefin' all day.
Sean doesn't know how to mind his business.
How so? There was this fight at school.
And? Well, these girls jumped a new girl in the stairwell, and they were beating her up.
And you were there when it happened? The assistant principal asked for witnesses to come forward and say who started it.
And, Jack, you didn't say anything? I wasn't the only one there.
Well, did they? I don't know.
Well, I guess that means you're still on the hook.
Yeah, it's like the bystander effect.
What is this? It's when people won't help a victim because they think others around can do it.
Just call it apathy.
Or cowardice.
Some of those girls are pretty fierce when they get together.
And most of them have boyfriends.
That's no excuse for not getting involved.
Come on, Jack, you know that.
Everybody at this table knows that.
All right, so what am I supposed to do, then? Should I be a rat? This girl someone you knew? No.
JAMIE: Then it's not the same thing.
If you see someone else being treated unfairly, it's your duty to speak up.
At least that's what I was taught at this table.
Along with the value of weighing the circumstances.
- What's going on here? - A lieutenant had me make a bad arrest, and now I'm supposed to just let it go.
That's not what I was talking about.
It's clear to me.
You didn't raise any of us to be bystanders.
No, I didn't.
But I didn't raise you to tilt at every windmill you come across, either.
Just 'cause you thought the guy was wrong Not think.
Was wrong, Dad.
From what I've heard, says you and you alone.
And Eddie.
And now the guy's in the hospital for looking Middle-Eastern at Rikers.
(sighs) Well, I'm sorry to hear that.
Pass the salad.
(clears throat) (shouting on TV) (applause and cheering on TV) What do you want this time? Yeah, well, I didn't come back with a warrant if that's what you're thinking.
Look, you said your family abandoned you.
I figured it's probably been a while since you had a home-cooked meal, so Oh, so you came out of the goodness of your heart to look in on me? Well, a guy's got to eat, doesn't he? What, you want to be my guardian angel now? Well, just take the food, all right? You watching a game? Soccer-- Wales versus Slovakia.
You wouldn't be interested.
Actually, my son plays soccer.
Fun.
Fun.
Look, why don't we sit down, eat a little food, watch a little soccer? We don't have to talk about anything.
What do you say? (train cars rumbling) MAN: What's good, Five-O? (horn honking) What are you doing here? I'm investigating an assault on a New York City police lieutenant that happened a couple of blocks from here.
We don't know anything about a cop getting beat up.
Anybody else talking to you about it? Why don't you let us worry about that? We own these streets.
Yeah, I'm from here, my friend.
These are my neighbors.
They are old, and their houses are ugly.
(man laughs) If they are smart, they will sell cheap and get out while they still they can.
Thanks for the tip.
Maybe I'll come back with an offer for you.
(cheering) DANNY: Mm.
See this is what I don't like about soccer.
We've been sitting here an hour, the score is nothing-nothing.
It's because you're so used to watching them easy games like-like football and basketball, you know? Football is easy? Basketball is easy?! I'm saying, though, if there's 200 points within a game, one doesn't really matter that much.
Here, it's all about the anticipation.
- Every touch of the ball counts.
- Hmm.
And when they finally score, yo, it's better than sex.
I don't know if I'd go that far.
(loud cheering on TV) Ah! Did you see that? You seen that?! That was nice! (laughing) That was nice.
Not nicer than sex, but it was nice.
So now you feel like you're doing your job now, huh? You're bonding with me instead of beating up on me? You and I both know you would have never let me through that door if you weren't thinking about turning on Eduardo yourself.
Thinking ain't the same thing as doing.
Guy put a bullet in your back, took away everything you had.
I don't know about you, but if that was me, I couldn't live with it.
Yeah, but you ain't me.
True, I'm not you.
But you can take his whole crew off the street.
You could make him pay for what he did to you, keep him from ever doing it to anybody else again.
Yo.
Stop trying to put that snitch jacket on me, Reagan.
I don't get down like that.
Everybody wants to be a hero sometime, Fausto.
I think you got it in you.
(dance music plays, sung in Russian) MAN: It's okay.
(laughter) MAN: Oh, look who is here.
Five-O has come to see what the young people are up to.
(laughter) Have you come to smoke with us? I quit years ago.
But I brought you something else you could use.
This is a diaper.
I figured Vlad must need it.
A summons for public urination.
You never paid it.
On your feet.
We don't have to take this.
It's okay.
It's okay.
If he wants to take it to the next level You're smarter than you look.
Now come on.
I cannot believe you got Fausto to agree to come in and talk to the grand jury.
A good detective can be anything he needs to be.
You just got to know how to talk to people, Baez.
(indistinct voices on TV) Fausto? (footsteps inside) What are those, footsteps? It can't be Fausto walking around.
Fausto?! Good afternoon, detectives.
I'm Eduardo Soto.
I understand you've been asking about me.
Where the hell's Fausto? Hey, Reagan.
Tell your wife thank you again for the lasagna.
And, uh, changed my mind about going to court.
What the hell is this? EDUARDO: I heard you stopped by.
We had a conversation about long-term healthcare.
You threatened a man in a wheelchair? I reminded him where his interests are.
And you went for it? Why not? You gonna keep coming by with dinner after this is all over? You gonna have my back when the bullets start flying again, yo? We could protect you.
(laughs) Good luck, chica.
Fausto knows anybody can be got anytime.
Oh, no, he didn't.
You didn't seriously just menace a witness in front of two NYPD detectives.
Just stating facts.
FAUSTO: Look, I'm not doing this because I'm scared, okay? All right.
It's my choice.
I'm doing this because I want to.
Yeah, you want to willingly team up with the son of a bitch that shot you and made you a cripple for life? I ain't a cripple, yo.
I'm still a man.
Then act like a man and stand up to this punk.
But, see, he can't stand up.
That's the point.
And if he can't stand up, no one else will.
You can't intimidate everyone.
Really? How many other witnesses do you have? DANNY: Fausto, look at me.
Hey.
He's using you.
He's using you, and when he's done with you, he's gonna take you off the count.
Once a gangster, always a gangster.
Maybe so.
But that's the game.
And I'm gonna play it to the end.
Oh, I really thought you were a lot more than that.
You thought wrong.
Look, I appreciate Theater of the Absurd performances, but public urination hasn't been a crime since before the summer.
Doesn't let your client off the hook for not paying an outstanding fine, Mr.
Dukaski.
So give me my wallet, and I'll pay the fine, and then I'm out of here.
Well, we have other matters to discuss.
Like the assault of a New York City police lieutenant.
We've already been through this.
My client denies all knowledge of the incident.
So stupid.
Actually, things have changed.
We've been collecting complaints about your crew shaking down local store owners and trying to force homeowners into selling their houses cheap.
I'd say, you're looking at five years minimum so far.
ABETEMARCO: I pulled your rap sheet.
You've been arrested three times before.
But never convicted.
Because no one ever crosses me.
In all three cases, you were arrested and released.
In all three cases, the same confidential informant talked.
That tells me the real reason you've never been convicted-- you always snitch on your friends.
Those records are supposed to be sealed.
Think anybody's gonna care once the word's out on the street? You give us everyone and everything, including your role in the assault of Lieutenant Gormley.
This is a one-time offer.
You blink, it's off the table.
Come on, Vlad.
Don't pretend like you haven't done it before.
Can you at least make it look like I didn't break right away? SHEILA: I can't believe they attacked Sid after he said he was a police officer.
Typical thug move-- take down the big man and dare anyone else to step forward.
They picked the wrong fight when they went after my Sidney.
Yeah.
Let's get out of here, Sheila.
Hospitals give me the creeps.
I always feel I'm gonna come out worse than when I went in.
GARRETT: There he is.
Looking good as new.
Yeah.
Doctors found signs of minimal brain activity.
I said that was normal and said, "Send me home.
" (laughs) SHEILA: Come on.
The boss says take as much time as you need coming back.
And if you've had enough, we'll support you going out on three-quarters disability.
You mean take early retirement? Eh, it wouldn't really be early.
You got 20 and then some.
Oh, no.
Please tell him not to do that to me.
No, not me either.
Thank God Sid's okay.
But if I got him at home, underfoot all the time, we are not gonna last, I swear.
Tell the boss I got gas in the tank and miles to go.
I'll give him the word.
We'll look forward to seeing you back at One PP when you're ready.
And, don't worry, we still got plenty for you to do.
Thanks, Anthony.
Be well.
(indistinct chatter) FAUSTO: Oh, no.
Here comes the Suicide Squad, yo.
We came to try to talk some sense back into you.
You know, it's kind of a mental illness to keep doing the same thing over and over and expect a different result.
Some people call it police work.
I just call it stupid.
You ought to know.
(Eduardo chuckles) Let's get out of here.
We'll see you around, Fausto.
(bystanders screaming, shouting) Drop it! Tranquilo, amigos.
(murmuring) Drop your guns.
I'm not going anywhere.
Son of a bitch.
What'd you do? FAUSTO: Saved you some time, yo.
Now you don't got to look for no witnesses.
Thought you were back with his crew.
I lied.
Had to get him relaxed enough so that he'd drop his guard.
So you used us for a decoy? Maybe you convinced me to stop being such a bitch.
Anyway, it's over now.
Nothing's over.
The only thing's over is your life.
5-4 detectives, I need a bus forthwith Could've done this the right way.
Sorry, Reagan.
Had to do it my way.
Once a gangster, always a gangster.
Know what I'm sayin'? Your choice.
Guess you got revenge on that son of a bitch for what he did to you.
Wasn't about me.
We got this war to stop, yo.
There's too many people like me in this hood.
Anyway, it's like you said, Reagan, everyone wants to play the hero sometime.
Yeah.
Come on, get him out of here.
(clicking) What you got on? Squid on a Snell hook.
Supposed to be stripers running.
Any bites? I reached out to that NYPD lieutenant in the cabby arrest.
And? Turns out he didn't have the appetite for signing the supporting deposition.
They let Salem out a couple hours ago.
I'm not surprised.
From your description, it sounded like our lieutenant was just going along with the arrest, not driving it.
You were right.
Well, I don't know.
I had misgivings when you decided to come on the job.
Still do.
Like? Like in this line of work, perfect is the enemy of good.
As in, you try to be perfect, you're not gonna do much good.
How's that me? Well, you always want it to turn out right every time.
Doesn't happen.
Never has, never will.
Nothing does.
A lawyer, a courtroom-- it's just it's more civil.
A loss happens, someone's led out of the courtroom by a court officer.
You can pop an antacid or head to the bar.
But in this job, a loss comes with blood and tears and a lot of stuff, once you see, you don't unsee.
I know that.
I know you do.
I know you do.
But there are things I admire about you that this job will eat away at until they are gone.
Long as it's my choice.
Always will be.
Just my two cents.
How do you do it, Dad? How do you pile up the losses? I put 'em in a box and I nail the box shut and I don't think about 'em.
Just the way I'm built.
I thought this conversation was starting to have a whiff of honesty about it.
Some days, I have to remind myself where the box and the nails are kept.
Ah.
Some days.
@elderman