I, uh, wish we could have a more public ceremony, but due to the sensitive nature of Bobby's work overseas...
Completely understood, sir.
Tommy.
You hold that for me, all right?
There you go.
Let's do this.
The NYPD deploys officers around the globe to combat t*rrorists and keep our city safe.
While detailed to the NYPD's International Liaison Program in Malaysia, Detective Mulrow played a leading role in the capture of a t*rror1st drug lord, whose network of criminal activity had reached all the way to our city.
In recognition of his courage and his skill, it is my honor to present Detective Robert Payson Mulrow with the Medal for Valor.
Well done.
Congratulations.
Way to go, Bobby.
Thanks, Danny.
Look, I-I know how hard this work can be on the family, so that medal belongs to you and Tommy, too.
But Bobby's back home now.
Let's keep it that way.
That'd be great.
(chuckles)
I'm gonna give this to you. Okay.
Congratulations. Thank you.
Nice digs, Dad.
Don't touch a thing. Nope.
Just wondering if I'll ever get a big-boy office like this one day.
Requires fortitude, patience and grace under pressure.
So, how'd you get the keys?
Get back to work. Sir.
Ooh!
Lucky sh*t.
Rack 'em, sucker.
Are you making the cake for, uh... for Henry's big anniversary? Mm-mm.
It's Linda
60 years since Grandpa joined the NYPD.
Can you believe that?
Yeah.
Wonder how that makes him feel.
I'm guessing old.
He asked me to do a ride-along to mark the anniversary.
Two days, no less.
Wow, Henry Reagan rides again.
You going to take him out?
Absolutely. I think it'll be fun.
If you say so.
(giggles)
Come on.
It's got to be hard for him, you know?
Sitting back while the rest of us are still out doing the job.
Well, I'm sure he will be very well-behaved.
Just make sure... that he keeps his g*n at home.
I can't believe it.
(whistles)
Frank.
This popped into your e-mail.
Commissioner, the transaction is a simple one.
You have in your custody a very important member of our organization.
Give us back Abdul Sayid, and we will give you back your man.
You have 24 hours to comply.
If you fail, Detective Mulrow dies.
♪ Blue Bloods 3x05 ♪
Risk and Reward
Original Air Date on October 26, 2012
♪
What have we got?
This is Officer Reynolds, Commissioner, head of CIA's Malaysia bureau.
Who's this guy?
This is Omar Sayid, the number two in the Malaysian drug cartel that Detective Mulrow helped decimate while he was stationed there.
The sender's address is encrypted.
It'll take us a few days to cr*ck.
New e-mail came in six minutes ago.
"Secure Abdul Sayid.
Then await instructions."
His brother, Abdul Sayid.
We took him down in Morningside Heights six months ago.
Abdul ran the New York crew for his brother, Omar.
Just got 20 years for trafficking in narcotics.
Due to Detective Mulrow's work in Malaysia.
Abdul is scheduled to be moved from The Tombs to Rikers before they send him upstate, at which point he will no longer be within jurisdiction with the NYPD.
This Omar is a smart guy.
I take it the Agency's familiar with him?
Drug trafficking, extortion, m*rder.
The Sayids are the real deal.
I worked with Detective Mulrow on a number of joint operations.
He's a good man.
I want him back.
Abduction is standard operating procedure for the Sayids.
They have a history of executing their prisoners, and they never negotiate.
Respectfully, the Sayids are on our t*rror1st organization list.
The Agency has a standing policy to...
Never negotiate with t*rrorists.
The Agency would strongly urge you to hold that line, Commissioner.
The unfortunate truth is, given the M.O. of the Sayids, Detective Mulrow may already be dead.
Commissioner?
Excuse me.
You know why you're here?
DANNY: Only that Bobby Mulrow has been taken.
Sit down.
Detective Reagan. Sir.
You know him. That could give us an edge down the line.
Detective Croft, you were stationed in the region where the kidnappers operate.
You know their methods.
Just as importantly, I know you both.
And you know me.
There is an irregular aspect to what I am doing here.
The involvement of foreign nationals necessitates that federal authorities will be involved in this investigation.
But make no mistake, you two will run this operation--
reporting directly to me.
Understood? Yes, sir.
Yes, sir.
Responsibility for Bobby Mulrow's life tracks directly to this office.
No press.
They get their lights on it, my ability to control the situation will go out the window.
Got it.
Leave those files on my desk when you've finished reading.
There's a clock on this.
Find him.
Sir.
What do you got, Sam?
Hey. All right. So, Mulrow dropped off his wife and kid, then goes to buy some milk at the bodega around the corner.
Now, three gunmen in a late-model white cargo van were waiting.
They kidnapped him as he walked back, tossed him in the van, sped away.
All right, how we doing on witnesses?
The perps wore ski masks, but we got a partial plate.
Running it through RTCC.
All right, let's pull all the video from the area.
TARU counts 15
cameras so far.
All right.
It's a hell of a situation.
It's the worst. Well, despite the circumstances, I'm glad to be working this with you, Danny.
Same here.
Damn it.
Is that the wife?
Yeah, and his son.
How do you know Mulrow?
We were in the same company in the academy together.
Look, um, Henry Hudson Bridge is really close to here, so if they did leave Manhattan, that's probably the way they went.
I'm going to have to talk to her.
All right, I'll get MTA on the horn. Thanks.
You need to find Bobby.
Look, we're doing all we can.
I lived without my husband for two years when he was in Malaysia.
Tommy lived without a father.
He finally comes home, and now this?
We're doing all we can.
He has given everything to the job.
And me and Tommy... we gave him.
You bring him back for us.
I think it's time to talk to Abdul Sayid.
Assistant District Attorney Reagan, sir.
I came as soon as I got your e-mail.
Is everything okay?
That would be a no.
I know the DEFCON level by the look on your face.
And you're not going to tell me what's going on.
How can I help?
I need an order written up to remove a prisoner from custody.
His name is Abdul Sayid.
Confidential?
Highly. And who should I put down as the requesting officer?
Put me down.
Well, that's a first.
Hang in there.
So, by getting a take-out order written up for Sayid's brother...
I am preparing for all eventualities.
Meaning you're ready to negotiate with t*rrorists?
Meaning I want the t*rrorists to be under the impression I'm doing everything they ask.
(door lock buzzes, clicks)
Just have a few questions for you, Abdul.
When's the last time you heard from your brother?
They take away your cell phone when you go to prison.
Cut the crap.
Your brother Omar ordered the abduction of a New York City police detective.
He has problems with authority.
I think it runs in the family.
I understand you're going to be locked up in an American prison for a long time.
I came here to give you a chance to do yourself some good.
By ratting out my brother?
(chuckles)
We're not Americans.
We don't betray our own.
Really?
Let me put it to you like this: If our guy dies, you're going to have a serious problem.
You help us find Detective Mulrow, you could walk out the door.
Your detective stuck his nose where it didn't belong.
In my country, you pay a price for that.
That detective did his job, and this isn't your country, smart-ass.
Take my advice.
If you want your detective back in one piece, give my brother what he wants.
You get anything off Abdul Sayid?
Nothing but attitude.
He know what his brother's up to?
Of course he does, but he's too smart to say anything.
We did get this, however, from the MTA Police.
It was taken by a toll booth camera at the Henry Hudson Bridge three minutes after the snatch.
And he's the driver who snatched up Mulrow.
We ran it through Facial Recognition Unit-- nothing.
Anybody left from Abdul's New York crew might be a part of this?
Anybody from his crew is either dead or locked up except for one guy.
Jamal Khan.
Paroled last month, did 18 months for as*ault Two, more of an associate of Sayid's crew than an actual member.
Uh-huh. Pretty low-level guy.
Well, he's the best we got, Sarge, and seeing how we've got
12 hours and 22 minutes left, he's going to have to do.
Well, did you send a team to pick him up?
He wasn't home. For all we know, he got wind of this, went into hiding.
So how the hell do we find him? Abdul Sayid used to hang out at a hot spot called the Bahru Bar.
It's very trendy with the Malaysian population.
Who knows? Maybe someone there knows who Jamal Khan is.
All right. Go.
CRUZ: Damn good breakfast, Commissioner.
HENRY: Yeah, but you've got to make it a point of hitting this joint for lunch.
His mom's lasagna is so good, I used to order trays of it down to headquarters.
And for the last time, call me Henry.
Can't accept meals on the arm anymore, Grandpa.
Well, I could hardly insult the man.
DISPATCH: Sector Adam, pick up a 10-52 dispute on street in front of 933 9th Avenue.
Oh, God. Not these idiots again.
That address sounds familiar.
Salducci's Pizza.
Salducci!
Sure. It's an institution.
Before I met your grandmother, I used to eat there maybe two, three times a week.
And the best slice in the city.
I bet it was free back then, too, huh?
Mm.
What's the beef with Salducci?
Uh, brother and sister who own the place had a falling out.
She goes and buys a pizza truck, parks it right out front, to break his chops.
(chuckles)
Hell hath no fury, right?
12 George, show us responding.
(Malaysian broadcaster speaking)
(cheering, applause)
Police. We need to ask you some questions.
Okay, then.
(crowd groans)
Shut up.
Up against the wall and stay there.
Quiet down! Quiet down.
You heard him. He said, "Shut up."
Now, the sooner you give us what we need, the sooner you all can go back to your soccer game.
Jamal Khan is a person of interest in the abduction of a New York City police officer.
We know that Jamal Khan likes to hang out in this bar with Sayid's crew.
We need the location or the whereabouts for Jamal Khan.
So who's talking?
(speaking quietly in Malay)
SAM: American cops are all cowboys, huh?
I spent four months in Putrajaya, I know exactly what you're saying. Shut up.
Unless you've got something to offer.
The Sayids are animals.
They'll k*ll anyone who talks to you.
(men murmuring agreement)
DANNY: We're not here to jam anybody up, okay?
In fact, I'm sure many of you got something in your pockets you probably shouldn't have.
I'm sure others have green card issues.
But today is your lucky day, because we don't care about any of that.
All we care about today is the whereabouts or an address for Jamal Khan.
So we can do this the easy way, or we can do it the hard way.
Okay.
We'll do it the hard way.
Everybody, empty your pockets onto the table-- now.
Come on! Pockets! Table! Now!
Yo, Danny.
Thank you for your cooperation.
Enjoy the rest of the game.
DANNY: Jamal Khan.
Need to talk to you.
Where you going?
You're on parole, and you run from a cop?
(grunts) I've got nothing to say.
Yeah, is that why you're hiding out, Jamal?
Hello.
Jamal is carrying something besides groceries.
Look, I'm sorry, I don't want to go back to jail!
Well, if you're smart for once in your life, maybe you won't have to.
We need you to answer some questions now.
You seen any of your old pals from Sayid's crew?
I'm on parole.
I'm not allowed to congregate with felons.
Says the guy with the g*n.
You being cute?
I'm telling you the truth. Hey.
These guys kidnapped a cop.
Which puts me in a bad mood.
And since we put you with those guys since you got out, that makes you part of it, you understand me?
No way.
I'm done with the Sayids.
Prove it.
You know this guy?
He's one of the kidnappers.
Give us a name and address now.
Come on!
That guy's the least of your worries.
That's Karim Naduri.
He used to be Abdul's driver.
Give me an address.
He has a place over on Alexander.
Get specific fast.
422 Alexander.
We'll keep the g.
You keep the groceries.
SAM: Why didn't Naduri show up on our list of Sayid's guys?
He was deported three years ago.
Abdul's brother must have brought him back in the country to snatch up Mulrow.
This looks like the spot.
All right.
Let's go. Whoa, whoa, hold it.
Oh, nice when the perps come right to you, huh?
What the hell is this?
Oh, you gotta be kidding me.
That's a school safety cop.
He doesn't know that.
Police! Drop it!
(Naduri yells)
No! No! No!
(whimpers)
SAM: I got the girl. I got the girl.
ELENA: Don't sh**t me! Don't sh**t me!
Get up! Get up! Get your hands down.
Get up. I didn't do nothing!
Shut up, all right? I didn't do nothing.
I didn't do nothing.
ELENA: I didn't do nothing.
Is he gone?
Yeah, he's gone.
Gone, but not forgotten.
Our only lead.
(sighs)
You didn't have to sh**t him.
Yes, we did.
Which is too bad, because we needed to talk to him.
Your boyfriend was involved in the kidnapping of a police officer.
Do you know anything about that, Elena?
No.
Karim didn't tell me nothing about that stuff.
Where was Karim last night?
Was he with you?
He left around 7:00 p.m.
He came back this morning all jacked up.
That's all I know.
Jacked up.
How? On dr*gs, jacked up?
Big-time.
What was his drug of choice?
Come on, did he like coke, heroin, what?
Pills, he liked pills-- prescription stuff.
Did he get them from a doctor?
Yeah, right.
He and the guys would break into drugstores, take what they want.
Call them "candy stores."
Okay.
Sit tight.
Are you out of your mind?!
Are you serious? Are you crazy?!
Are you kidding me?
This is my business. This is what we do here.
This is my business. This is ridiculous. It's not your business.
Go ahead, sue me, Joey. You're the one running the business into the ground. Yeah? This gourmet crap?
Are you kidding me? This crap?
This crap is the future, you moron.
Hey, hey, hey! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
CRUZ: Back, back, back up, back up.
Take a couple steps back. What did we tell you earlier?
If we had to come back out here, we was gonna write you both up for disorderly conduct, right?
You think she listens?
I got a permit to sell here.
Yeah, screw you!
Drop dead! All right. Back up.
Back up. Against the wall. Back up.
JAMIE: Relax. Stay there, please.
Stay put.
(scoffs)
All right, look, if we slap the cuffs on them, we bring them down to the precinct, we run warrant checks on them, their squabbling days will be over.
That'd smarten them up, all right.
Come on, it's just a family argument, right?
Second one today.
It's the third one this week that ended in a 911 call.
We haul them in, it's just going to make things worse.
And if you don't, you'll just be back here by sundown.
Sometimes a kick in the ass is worth a thousand words.
I agree with Henry, man. Enough with the talking.
Let's run 'em in. Whatever.
You can ride along any time.
Okay, folks...
Commissioner.
Yes, Baker. Alyssa Mulrow is here...
He's my husband, Commissioner.
We have a strong marriage
'cause we don't have any secrets.
Which means I know what you can and can't do when somebody like Bobby falls into enemy hands.
I know what the rules are.
You don't negotiate with t*rrorists, and these guys that have Bobby, they want something, right?
Yes.
I'm begging you... whatever it is, please give it to them.
I need my husband back.
Our son needs his father back.
I'll get him back.
Thank you.
DANNY: Sarge.
GORMLEY: You guys must be running on fumes.
What do you got on the kidnappers?
Well, Naduri's girlfriend said they were knocking off drugstores, so we went over all the drugstores that were hit in the last few weeks in the Bronx.
We came up with one on Tremont Avenue, where, in addition to the dr*gs being stolen, there was a credit card that was taken that the, uh, owner kept in the cash register.
And? And we found a Con Ed bill that was paid for with that stolen card, immediately after the robbery.
Now, the bill's from an apartment on Willis Ave.
It could be where Sayid's guys keep their dr*gs and their hostages.
I'll call it into ESU and kick it upstairs.
You guys got three hours and 47 minutes.
Get going.
We're going.
(commander speaks quietly)
Go.
That's Bobby's jacket.
It's all clear in here.
Coming out.
DANNY: He's gone.
He was here.
Jamal must have gave them a heads-up.
Sayid's playing games.
He's trying to get us to negotiate.
I suggest that...
Excuse me.
Those are my people out there.
I'm running this operation.
Frank, another e-mail.
GARRETT: There's a link.
(grunts)
We don't know when that was sh*t, or if he's even still alive.
Commissioner...
Abdul has just landed at Rikers.
Dad won't tell me what's going on.
Yeah, it's not good.
That much I figured.
So, this Abdul is the key to everything?
Maybe.
So you're not going to tell me anything, either?
No. Can't.
You do know that I'm putting myself on the line, letting you take this guy off campus.
And the department appreciates it, believe me.
Here's the paperwork.
He's good to go.
I figured I might see you again today...
Shut up.
Come on, switch him out.
Yeah, Dad.
We got him.
Roger that.
Tell them we've got Abdul Sayid, and ask for further instructions.
There's no response, sir.
I like that partner of yours.
Yeah, he's okay.
He faces the situation head-on.
Grabs the bull by the horns.
But I don't, right?
What are you talking about?
How come you didn't back me up out there today?
Well, I just thought that the situation required a more aggressive approach, that's all.
I mean, sometimes you've got to do something more than just talk.
I've got almost 40 felony collars since I came on the job.
Not by arresting some pizza guy fighting with his sister.
But by using my head out there, using less force, not more.
I see.
Well, maybe we should just forget about tomorrow's ride-along.
No, we had a deal-- two tours.
I'll try not to let you down tomorrow.
DANNY: I don't get it.
Two hours left on the clock.
What are the Sayids waiting for?
We pull this guy out of the joint, now his brother's in no rush to get him back?
These guys like to play head games. I know that.
But unfortunately, we don't know if Mulrow's still alive, and this son of a bitch is sitting here like he owns the joint, and our hands are tied.
When I was stationed in Kabul, local police had ways to get guys like this talking.
Meaning what? Meaning sometimes you do what you have to do to get the information you need.
Okay, so what are you saying, Sam?
You want to get all medieval on his ass? Is that it?
(laughs)
To get Bobby Mulrow back to his wife and kid, yeah.
Yeah, wouldn't you?
Come on, I'd get medieval on a scumbag like this just for kicks.
We're not calling the sh*ts here.
The commissioner is, so until then, we act polite.
(Sam sighs)
Hey, Detective!
Perfect timing.
I'd love another soda. Yeah, and I'd love to ram that can down your throat.
No, you still need me.
Really?
How do you know we haven't found Detective Mulrow?
Because I'd be heading for a prison cell upstate, if you had.
Do you have a point, Detective?
Yeah, I got a point.
You could still do yourself some good.
You help us find Detective Mulrow, a good attorney will get you time served.
You remind me of my brother.
So stubborn.
(clears throat)
I am stubborn.
But I'm nothing like that punk brother of yours, okay?
And I promise you, if anything happens to that detective, I will make it my life's mission to put a b*llet in your head.
Good talking to you, Detective.
Good talking to you, too.
Oh, Detective.
Don't forget my drinkie.
What time is it?
We got one hour,
25 minutes.
Why haven't they sent instructions?
I'm praying it's not because their bargaining chip is no longer breathing.
Commissioner.
Yes, Baker.
Officer Reynolds is here.
Tell me something good.
The Agency just received word from Kuala Lumpur.
Omar Sayid d*ed
20 minutes ago in a firefight with Malaysian special forces.
I wasn't aware the Malaysian government was involved in this operation.
The Agency has an obligation to alert local authorities when we pursue one of their citizens.
What they do with that information is out of our hands. So, they found him and took him out.
Yes.
Had you alerted them about the thr*at to my officer?
Apparently, they located his headquarters and they went in without contacting the director.
I'm sorry, Commissioner.
You come here demanding my cooperation, but you don't have the decency to keep me informed.
Your work here is done.
(cell phone ringing)
Yeah, what do you got, Dad?
Omar Sayid was k*lled in Malaysia.
Is it possible that any of his men here know yet?
'Cause as soon as they find out, Bobby's a dead man.
We need his brother to tell us what he knows.
Okay.
Whatever it takes.
Hold him.
ABDUL: White bread.
How's the weather up there?
ABDUL: Hey, what's the hood for?
Wait, what the hell are you doing?! Come on.
(Abdul grunts)
Get your ass in there and shut up.
ABDUL: Hey! Hey! Don't worry, there's a pillow in there.
It's nice and cozy.
Keep an eye out.
All right, on your feet.
There we go... come on...
On your knees.
Right there.
ABDUL: Where are we? Right at the end of the line for you.
You got something we want, and you're going to give it to us now.
You can't do anything to me, and you know it.
Maybe so, but they can.
What is this?
Who are they?
Well, can't you tell?
Those are Malaysian special forces.
Yeah, apparently they're pretty pissed off at you for coming over here and getting locked up.
You did a lot of bad things over there you never answered for-- dr*gs, kidnapping, m*rder.
You can't do this.
We can't? Sure, we can.
They got a private jet fueled up and ready to go.
Teterboro to Malaysia, one-way trip.
Special, just for you.
Don't they give the death penalty over there for drug trafficking?
Yeah, but I'd be surprised if he survives the trip over there with those guys.
You can't send me back without a hearing.
I know my rights. Hey!
You don't have any rights.
But you got a choice.
You can tell us where we can find Detective Mulrow, or you can hop on a plane with them guys... and you can die.
My brother will protect me.
Oh, your brother. Okay.
Tell him about his brother, Sam.
Your brother's dead.
You're lying.
No. Don't think you're going to be seeing him at any Sayid family reunions any time soon.
Wait!
DANNY: Shut up. We've waited long enough.
Stop!
What?! What?
Charlotte Avenue.
149th.
A warehouse basement.
You got that?
I got it. Good. Let's go.
Wait, we had a deal!
No, we don't negotiate with t*rrorists. Please!
You can't leave me with them!
They'll k*ll me! Relax.
It's Detective Nagra and Singh.
Brooklyn Vice.
They're going to keep you company for a while while we go find Detective Mulrow.
Oh, and I hope, for your sake, he's still breathing.
Be nice, maybe they'll give you a drinkie.
We got an address, Commissioner.
We're on our way.
Ready.
On your order, sir.
Go.
(screams)
Bobby!
Bobby Mulrow!
(officers shouting orders in distance)
SAM: I'll take this.
All right.
OFFICER (in distance): sh*ts fired! sh*ts fired!
(distant): Move in! Move in!
Move, move, move!
Bobby!
I got him!
OFFICER (on radio): We found him.
Is he alive?
OFFICER: Confirming status now.
Hey, hey.
Bobby.
Hey, hey. It's okay, it's okay.
Bobby, it's Danny.
It's Danny Reagan.
Danny.
What the hell took you so long, man?
We wanted you, we wanted you back, kid.
In here!
OFFICER: Subject is alive, sir.
I repeat, Mulrow is alive.
You're going to be all right.
I got you. Yeah.
It's going to be all right, kid.
Let's get a bus! Come on!
Nice work, guys.
Get some sleep.
Hell of a close call.
I'm getting too old for all-nighters. Unless there's a... beautiful woman involved.
Each year, that becomes a closer call.
Good job, boss.
So...
So what?
If they didn't take out Omar, and it came down to trading their guy for our guy...
We don't negotiate with t*rrorists.
On paper, no.
But you don't play the game on paper.
Very often, this job comes down to choosing between two lousy options.
Pick your poison, live with the consequences.
So I'm not going to get a straight answer.
JOE: You broke my window! Are you out of your mind?
What's wrong with you? ANTONIA: Look what you did to my truck!
I didn't do that to the truck! Are you nuts?
Are you crazy? Some of your guys did it to my truck.
Are you kidding me? Look what you did to my truck!
You know what?! Which of you guys did this...?
I don't care! Look at that!
How did these two get back on the street so fast?
Kind of hard to hold them when they haven't really done anything wrong.
This time, let's try it my way.
I will do it, too! Hey, both of you! Both of you shut up!
Break it up.
Hey! Hey, break it up!
Enough!
I'll k*ll you!
Give me this.
Everyone else, b*at it.
Come on, get out of here.
(crowbar clanks onto sidewalk)
You fired her because she wanted to change your menu, right?
Customer's don't want to eat this crap.
The gourmet cheese and "glutton-free"... whatever.
All right, only every time I drive by, she's got a line.
And your business is down, right?
Yeah, 25%.
And counting. All right, all right.
But you can only sell so much pizza off this truck, right, Antonia?
Right?
Eventually, I'll need a real kitchen.
So, why don't you add her menu to yours?
You got regular pizza, you got your hipster stuff, all your bases are covered, you make a fortune.
If you two can bury the hatchet.
You're brother and sister, damn it.
You, fix the truck.
You, pay for the window.
Come on, this place has been a part of the neighborhood and your family for 50 years.
To keep it going is going to be on you guys.
I gotta come back here again, you're not getting out of jail in an hour, I can promise you that.
Okay?
(clears throat)
Yeah, we'll try.
I like the way you handled that one, kiddo.
So, all of a sudden, I'm a good cop?
Come on, I never said you weren't.
I'm just not as good as my partner, right?
Look, Jamie, I know I talk a lot about my time on the job, but that's because, at my age, the mouth's about the only thing that still works.
We finally agree on something, I guess.
Ooh...
Watch your mouth, kid.
(chuckles)
(laughter)
This is the best Sunday dinner in a while.
For sure.
By far.
Thanks a lot, gee-gees.
No offense, Pops.
You can thank Uncle Jamie.
He talked the Salducci kids down out of their family feud.
All in a day's work.
You should really try this mu shu pork calzone.
It's amazing.
That's a little chef-y for my tastes.
Chef-y?
Fooling with food that doesn't need fooling with.
Yeah, I-I don't like that newfangled stuff.
You can't b*at good old tomato and cheese.
HENRY: Francis, do you remember old Carmine Salducci and his wife?
Sure.
I also remember paying for my pizza.
Well, I paid for all this stuff.
Full price?
They tried to give me a discount, but I said, "No."
That must have hurt.
(chuckling, laughter)
NICKY: I added it all up.
All the people at this table together, 115 years on the job.
Hey, hey!
Wow.
(whistles)
Just when I didn't think I could feel any older.
(laughter)
Thanks again.
Don't worry, Gramps. You wear it well.
I want to be a fireman.
What? What? You want to...?
You want...? What?
Their uniforms are cool.
I'm going to start to clear.
JACK: I'll help. I will help.
I'll help. Me, too. FRANK: Good idea.
NICKY: Me, too.
Here you go. HENRY: What's this?
Volunteering to clear the table?
We should have pizza every Sunday.
So.
A fireman, huh?
Interesting.
Yeah, you know anything about this?
Eh, could be worse.
He could have said he wanted to be an ACLU lawyer.
(chortles)
Still.
Don't worry, I'll straighten him out.
ALL: ♪ For he's a jolly good fellow
♪ For he's a jolly good fellow ♪
♪ For he's a jolly good fellow
♪ Which nobody can deny.
Sons of g*ns, sneak att*ck.
Here, kids, help me blow out these candles.
ALL: Yay!
(applause)
FRANK: Hey, hey.
60 years a cop.
To Henry Reagan.
Top cop at the table.
ALL: Hear, hear.
Thank you.
I'll get the plates.
This looks awesome.
I'm ready. I'll get a Kn*fe.
I'll put it out now.