What do you mean "cause undetermined"?
It's a homicide!
You know what, the only thing undetermined is how you even got your job in the first place.
Yeah, that's right.
Making friends again, Reagan?
Sarge... Don't sit down, let's go.
We got a sh**ting on 118th and Broadway.
Possible g*ng related.
So I'm riding with you?
What happened to, uh, Mac?
She's testifying at the Adamo trial for the next two days.
Why didn't they ask me to testify?
Well, it might have something to do with the defense's claim that you intimidated a suspect into making a false confession.
I did?
You need to work on your social skills.
I do?
(knocking)
Hey, how'd your case go?
We won.
Congratulations. Thank you.
So, what's your record so far this year?
Uh, 12 convictions and one mistrial.
Wow.
What do you think makes you so good?
Oh, I don't know.
Practice?
Yeah, I've definitely gotten better with the more trials I've done.
Sort of like... driving.
You know, the more you practice, the better driver you become.
Okay, Nicky, I am sorry that I have not been practicing with you, but we have plenty of time.
You keep saying that.
We have more than a month.
No, it's less than that.
Okay, well, isn't your dad taking you driving this weekend?
No, he's going away now.
Of course he is.
Maybe you just don't want me to drive.
That is not fair.
No, Mom, what's not fair is that I'm supposed to take my driving test and there's no way I'm going to pass because you said that you'd teach me, and you haven't even taken me out once.
(sighs)
Tell me that's not the sh**ting victim.
TECH: Ten years old, Devon Williams.
What's the story?
He has a g*nsh*t wound to his shoulder.
He's in shock; lost a lot of blood.
Where you taking him? St. Vic's.
What about the parents?
The mom's right there.
Ma'am, I'm Detective Reagan.
Look, do you have any idea who would do this to your boy?
Ma'am, please, anything you tell us can help.
I can't help your son unless you help me, all right?
Can you tell me anything?
(crying): I don't know.
I don't know.
Hey, get her on the bus, all right?
Go on.
We'll find out who did this.
Anybody see what happened?
Huh?
Nobody saw nothing, huh?
Hey.
Hey, you.
Come on, a ten-year-old kid gets sh*t on the stoop and nobody saw it happen? what about you? Hey.
MAN: Get out of my face. Hey!
Hey, Danny, Danny, Danny, come on, Danny.
Move on.
(sighs)
Doing okay, Reagan?
Who the hell sh**t a ten-year-old kid?
FRANK: People say New York is a tough city.
But it's also a place where dreams come true.
Our city was built by immigrants who came here with nothing more than a wish for a better life and a willingness to work hard to that end.
New York has always embraced music and culture, and the musicians here tonight represent the finest in their field from all over the world, so I think it is entirely appropriate that the last stop on their American tour... is New York City.
MAN: Hear, hear! Welcome.
(applause)
That was lovely, Frank, as usual.
Thank you so much for doing this for me.
Oh, I know better than to say no to you, Joyce.
Mm, good.
I'll remember that.
How much longer?
Just shake some more hands, take some photos and you're out of here.
In minutes.
15, 20 tops.
Ten, and you have a deal.
(sighs)
Excuse me.
I'm Isabelle Nassar.
How do you do? Frank Reagan.
Yes, I know.
You're the Commissioner of Police.
Yes.
I enjoyed your solo.
Thank you.
What you've said... it was beautiful.
Well, thank you very much.
I guess you're going back to Turkey tomorrow.
I can't go home.
As soon as I set foot in my country...
I'm going to be k*lled.
♪ Blue Bloods 3x15 ♪
Warriors
Original Air Date on February 15, 2013
♪
I can assure you that nothing came from this office.
Nor will anything.
This is Detective Baker.
If you'll give me a moment.
I don't believe I'm early.
Would you like a coffee, some water?
No, thank you.
Excuse me.
Please don't tell me you had anything to do with this.
Okay, I won't tell you.
We just received this from the mayor.
"As you have suggested such, "so many times in the past, "I will defer to you in dealing with the State Department.
It's all yours, Frank."
Nice.
I'm staying for this.
(sighs)
Let's have her.
Baker.
Don't pick a fight.
Commissioner.
Deputy Secretary Carmen Castillo, this is...
The reason why I had to take a 6:00 a.m. flight this morning from Washington.
I requested a one-on-one meeting.
Mr. Moore is my Deputy Commissioner of Public Information.
The press is all over this.
This is my building.
When we have a meeting in your office, you can exclude him.
Well, the press should never have been informed.
My sources say the story came out of DC.
Well, there wouldn't be a story if you had followed proper protocol, stayed out of it and contacted us immediately.
My protocol is to provide necessary protection to persons seeking asylum, then notify the proper agency.
Where is she?
In a safe house.
I'd like to see her.
Isabelle Nassar cannot ask for asylum, because she had sex with an American.
We don't know what she did.
What we do know is she snuck out of her hotel to meet with a young American conductor and her chaperone reported it to her family in Turkey.
This is in Turkish.
It's the story of a 17-year-old girl who was k*lled by her father because she kissed a boy in public.
(scoffs)
Those laws have been changed.
The customs haven't.
That father is Isabelle Nassar's uncle.
And Isabelle's own father testified at the trial that his niece deserved to die because she brought shame on the family.
Her uncle was acquitted.
You're an expert in, uh, Turkish affairs?
I'm a cop.
I've been a cop all my life.
I know when someone's telling the truth.
Two things: her fear is genuine and the thr*at is real.
This woman is the responsibility of the State Department.
Well, we can both agree on that.
Great.
You turn her over, and then stay out of it.
Oh, boy.
WOMAN: I was sitting with Devon and I heard a pop-pop.
I didn't even know what it was until I saw blood on Devon's shirt.
I want to move but I don't have that kind of money.
I mean, that neighborhood, that building, there's always drug dealers hanging around outside.
You believe one of them was responsible?
All I know is the cops were there two weeks ago when they arrested a couple of them g*ng bangers, but I saw one of them this morning, back on the street.
So you tell me, how's that work?
Ms. Williams, we're sorry.
Sometimes these things happen.
But the cops aren't the ones who sh*t your boy.
We catch this guy, he's gonna go away for a long time.
You know, when I saw you this morning, I got the impression you knew something.
I think you think it's one of those g*ng bangers, don't you?
Okay.
So why don't you help us out and give us a name so we can find him.
I only know his street name: Tiny Martinez.
This Tiny Martinez... you're pretty sure he's the guy that did it?
All I know is our block is run by the Saints.
Tiny's in the Double-Treys.
When he started trying to sell in our building, the gangs started hating on each other.
I don't think it's a coincidence I saw Tiny this morning.
You think he was looking for revenge?
(sighs) I don't know what makes someone fire a g*n into a street full of people.
Or maybe you don't even need a reason to fire a g*n up here, 'cause there's never any cops around anyway.
(engine revs)
No, no, no, no, no--
remember you look in your mirror, behind you, make sure that nobody's coming, and then slowly take your foot off the brake and gently put pressure on the gas.
Okay, gently... I said gently.
Okay, okay, relax.
(sighs)
All right, you're doing good.
Just make sure you keep looking in your mirrors.
ERIN: Okay, what's this guy doing?
There's not even a passenger in his car.
Give him a minute.
What is he doing? Come on.
(honks horn)
Let's go! Come on!
Mom, what are you doing?
He's probably texting or something.
Honestly, people need to pay more attention when they're driving.
Why don't you just go around him.
Nicky, you're going too slow.
Get back in you lane.
I'm doing fine. Just stop it.
You're making me nervous. No, there's a car coming at you.
You're not doing fine.
Get back in your lane.
(horn honking)
(horn honking)
Are you kidding me?
Really? Really?
Mom... relax.
Go around if you're in such a rush.
Go!
I didn't say to pull over.
You're fine-- just keep going straight.
You know what? I ca...
Okay, all right. What...
How do you stop this thing?
ERIN: Stop...
Okay, you're fi...
Mom, would you just stop?!
I can't do this.
What do you mean you can't do it? You're doing fine.
I can't drive with you.
You can't drive with me? What do you mean?
I mean I can't drive with you.
You're just impossible.
Forget it.
(frustrated sigh)
Okay.
(unlatches seat belt)
MAN: Guy walking into the park, orange hoodie-- that's Tiny.
DANNY: What does Narcotics know about Tiny?
SERGEANT: He's smart.
He's never been caught with any felony weight.
He's always been able to ditch it; and he's got a good lawyer.
We've been watching him for a couple of months now.
He always has one of his guys make the actual transaction.
Okay, this guy Tiny, he usually packing?
We have a credible CI tell us he's carrying a nine-millimeter on him today. Same caliber that hit Devon.
Exactly. So what the hell are we waiting for?
Hold on, Danny. For all we know, all these guys are carrying.
No Lone Ranger stuff, capisce?
Got it. No "I" in "team," Sarge.
My team is ready.
Okay. So on three, then?
Let's do it.
Good. Three.
Whoop, whoop!
DANNY: Hold it!
Move! Police! Hold it!
Police!
DANNY: Hold it!
Hey!
He dropped the g*n! Get the g*n!
Hey!
Hold it!
Come here!
Let me see your hands.
My leg! (groaning)
Shut up!
I'm hurt, man.
He threw me down the stairs, sir.
I didn't throw him down the stairs, Sergeant.
Oh, my leg, man!
Shut up!
Call for a bus.
TINY: Oh, my leg! It hurts, man!
I didn't throw him down the stairs.
Believe me, if I did, I'd tell you.
I should have never left the hotel.
I'm sorry about all this.
I didn't mean to put you in a difficult situation.
Don't worry about me-- I got pretty broad shoulders.
I approached you because I could see you were a good man.
You could have pushed me off onto someone else, but you didn't.
No, I didn't.
How you holding up?
That woman from the State Department... kept asking me for... proof... evidence, witnesses to support my claims.
I don't have any of those things.
I just... know my father.
He is a man of... great faith... and protecting the family name is more important to him than anything.
Well, I'm a man of faith...
...and I can't imagine anything more important than protecting my kids.
I brought shame.
And in my family... that is unforgivable.
I don't expect you to understand.
I don't understand.
But I believe you.
(sighs)
Isabelle... this decision will ultimately rest with the State Department, but I promise you...
I will do everything I can to keep you safe.
(sighs)
Hey, hold on.
Hold on.
Hold on a second, guys. Hey.
I want to show you something.
This look familiar?
I think you dropped it on your little run.
If you say so, man. Look, I don't care what you did.
I don't even care what you plan on doing.
All I care about is finding out who sh*t Devon Williams.
I don't know. You're gonna lie to me? Just like you're lying about your little injury here?
Just you lying about giving a crap what happens here?
I'm gonna ask you one more time: Who the hell sh*t that kid?
Off him, Detective.
Come on! Get him out of here!
Sarge, I know what you're gonna say, all right?
No, you have no idea what I'm gonna say.
He's a scumbag, and he's lying.
And the patrol guide doesn't make exceptions for scumbags like him.
Come on, we got a ten-year-old kid lying in a hospital bed and he knows something!
And on top of that, I got a Narcotics sergeant telling me I can't control my guys.
And a hothead like you puts his guys in danger.
Look, that guy got what he deserved, okay?
Last week you got into it with IA; week before that, it was Adamo's defense attorney; this morning it was the M.E.'s Office; and now this.
Now what?! I'm doing my job here, Sarge!
You know what, you just bought yourself some sensitivity training, starting tomorrow!
I need to work this case.
You know what you need to work?
Your freakin' anger management.
MAN: See, I was going to give this guy a summons, right?
Then he starts with the attitude.
So I arrested him.
You know, I-I'm just... really tired of going into neighborhoods trying to help people and getting treated like I'm the enemy.
And is the answer to treat the people who live there like the enemy?
No.
Maybe if he knew why you were there, in the neighborhood, he might support what you're trying to do.
Or maybe he just might try to blow your brains out.
(laughter)
We don't... we don't interrupt like that... here.
Oh. Forgive me.
Our responsibility as cops is to...
Yes?
Yeah, uh, are you a cop?
I was speaking for the group.
Oh, right.
It is our responsibility to try to understand the culture of the communities we work in.
What about when it's the culture of the community to hate the police?
Yeah. I mean, how many of you have been spit at?
MAN: Yeah. Or cursed at?
Or how about getting pegged with garbage?
Then your job is to try and change that.
(sighs)
Mm-hmm?
Yeah, how do you propose we change that, Doc?
Maybe, uh, the cops and gangbangers all get together and hold hands and sing songs in the streets or something?
(laughter)
It doesn't really work that way.
But... then again, you wouldn't know that, would you, because... you're not a cop.
Detective Reagan, is there something you want to contribute, besides some levity?
No.
Why don't you tell us what gets under your skin.
(sighs): Hmm...
Not much.
Something that makes you feel stressed.
No, I don't feel any stress.
(clears throat)
You're a major-case detective--
you have the most stressful job there is.
You're damn right.
Why don't you tell us why you're here.
I have no idea why I'm here.
Okay. You can start by sharing why you're angry.
I told you I'm not angry.
If you don't learn how to control your anger, your anger will control you.
Put it on a bumper sticker, Doc.
So, you're angry because... you don't want to be here?
I'm not angry.
I'm frustrated.
Because the fact is, I shouldn't be here; I should be out trying to solve the case of a ten-year-old kid who was sh*t in front of his own home.
But instead, I got to sit around here talking about my feelings in a circle with you, a guy who's never spent five minutes on the job, but yet, somehow, you think you're qualified to tell us how we should do ours!
At least you're not angry.
CASTILLO: The Turkish government is demanding that she be sent back.
Turkey has a strategic geographic significance for us.
And the State Department cannot afford to strain relations with them at this time.
We're talking about someone's life here.
Turkish law was amended, Commissioner.
They now allow for stiffer prison sentences for men who k*ll their female relatives for transgressions.
Honor killings have increased tenfold in the last six years.
Those laws were only changed to placate a UN sanction.
The State Department isn't in the business of interpreting other countries' laws and customs.
Well, shouldn't you be in the business of protecting a woman whose life is in danger?
We have no proof of that.
So far, the news story is limited to the affair and her desire to stay here.
It's in everyone's best interest if it just stays that way.
Except hers.
After seeing her...
I agree with you.
Her fear is real.
But what happens when she goes back... is unknowable.
I'm not asking you to rewrite policy; I'm asking you to safe a life.
I only wish I could.
I'm scheduling a press conference for later this afternoon.
I expect you to be there standing behind me... in support.
(sighs)
♪
Absolutely amazing the damage this thing can do.
This little piece of hardware here is gonna cost you
25 years to life if ballistics match the b*llet that hit Devon Williams.
I didn't sh**t Devon.
Who did?
(sighs) Come on, tough guy, he said, "Who did?"
Danny...
Does this have something to do with Saints territory?
You don't know what you're talking about.
Yeah, I do. Is it a turf w*r or not?
It's getting a little hot in here--
you think you can, uh, do something about that?
(sighs)
Look, ordinarily, a smart-ass cr*ck like that would really piss me off, but as you can see, I'm not angry, right?
Mm. Right.
But I do want you to know something.
I know where you deal and I know where you live, in fact, I even know where your girlfriend lives, and I'm gonna be shadowing you everywhere you go.
And when I get the chance, I'm gonna lock you up, and I don't give a damn if the charges stick or not, I'm just gonna lock you up again and again and again and again!
Until you cooperate.
(scoffs)
You a crazy dude, huh?
(Danny and Gormley laugh)
I didn't even do nothing, man.
Yeah.
But you know something, and that's just as bad.
Okay, you live at
26291 East...
A'ight, man, a'ight.
I'll talk deal, but not with him.
Get me somebody from the DA's Office.
All right.
Yeah.
ERIN: In the DA's Office, we call it "refugee roulette."
The asylum outcome depends on the immigration judge that has been assigned to the case.
I think the Deputy Secretary is sympathetic.
You're telling me it's out of her hands.
Without any new evidence, if the judge has signed off on it, it's a done deal.
You want a drink?
No.
So, it's probably not a good time to ask for some advice.
No, it's a good time. What?
I promised Nicky that I would teach her how to drive, but then I got busy and forgot, and the test is less than a month away.
I gave her her first lesson.
How'd it go?
It was a disaster.
She thinks that I'm a terrible driver.
Well, you are.
No, I'm not.
I'm a very careful and skilled...
Litigator.
As for driving, you have no patience, you yell at other drivers like they can hear you, you use the horn liberally...
Well, that's what it's there for, to warn people.
That Erin's coming?
That's funny.
I'm not a terrible driver.
Don't feel bad.
(chuckles)
None of the Reagans can drive.
I haven't driven in five years.
Pop gave up his license.
Danny can drive...
Oh.
...but only at
100 miles an hour.
Actually, there is one Reagan who can drive. e patient one.
Jamie.
He went back and forth from Harvard all the time.
(phone beeping)
Without incident.
Oh, I got to go.
What?
I'm late for a plea bargain.
Bye.
(sighs)
Even if ballistics don't match the b*llet that hit Devon, with your record, I can get you in for five, for possession of an illegal firearm.
No way.
In your last court appearance, you used Alan Zuckerman as your attorney of record.
That must put you back, what, 400 an hour?
But he is one of the best defense attorneys I know.
You should call him, ask him if Erin Reagan can get you a five-year sentence for possession.
He'll tell you.
And then we can talk.
Hold up.
What you offering?
It depends on what you've got.
Like something substantial enough to break open the Devon Williams case, maybe.
ERIN: Then I'll reduce your felony to a misdemeanor, recommend a year.
No. No time.
ERIN: One year community service, three year probation.
One year probation, no community service.
Yes, community service.
Three year probation; it's mandatory.
No more negotiations, you take it or leave it.
The Devon sh**ting was a hit.
A hit?
Who'd put out a hit on a ten-year-old kid?
Word is Devon wasn't the target.
So who was?
One of your gangbanging buddies, what?
His mother-- Letitia.
Isabelle Nassar, the Turkish national who requested permanent residence while on a stop here in New York during a musical tour of the U.S., has been found ineligible for asylum in the United States, in accordance with the Refugee Act of 1980, which regulates asylum policy.
This decision fr the State Department has been finalized by an immigration judge and removal procedures will begin immediately.
(reporters clamoring)
I've been thinking about this whole driving thing.
Forget it.
I take the subway everywhere I go, anyway.
It's not like I really need my license.
No, everyone should have a license, and I'm sorry I didn't spend more time teaching you.
It's really no big deal.
But I've decided I'm not going to teach you.
I think it would be better if Jamie showed you how to drive.
(laughs)
Really?
Okay, you don't need to look so excited.
Oh, I mean, sorry, I...
I'm just happy to have some extra driving time.
Okay, you can talk to him about when you're free for...
...for lessons.
And I am a good driver.
I am.
Behind enemy lines in a t*nk, for sure I'd want you to be the one behind the wheel.
Ha, ha, ha.
THERAPIST: The stress manifests itself in many ways, whether it's drinking or flying off the handle at our loved ones, taking our anger out on them--
bottom line, we all need ways to decompress.
So, let's go around and share our coping mechanisms.
We'll start with you, Detective Reagan.
I don't really have any mechanisms, Doc, I just cope.
So what do you do with all your anger?
Why is anger such a problem?
I mean, seriously, when did anger become such a bad thing in this world?
Anger is not a problem; it's what you do with it.
Oh.
Now, you've never roughed someone up because you think they have information to help you close a case?
You never had to be pulled off a perp to stop you from doing some real damage?
You know, sometimes, we do what we got to do to get the job done.
You ever lose your temper with your wife or your kids?
Don't bring my family into this.
I would love to leave everyone's family out of this.
But the truth is they live this job almost as much as you do.
Because you can tell me all you want how much you don't get angry, or don't bring the job home with you, but you're lying to yourself if you believe that.
Hey, let me tell you something.
You'd be angry, too, if you had to see the stuff we saw every day.
And I'll tell you something else.
If I ever got k*lled, m*rder*d, like an animal in the street, I hope the detective investigating is mad as hell, too.
You know why?
'Cause that's the guy who's gonna stay up at night, sleepless, wondering if he missed something.
That's the guy who's gonna eat, drink and sleep the case until it's solved.
You know how I know that?
'Cause I'm that guy.
I do what I gotta do.
Okay, Doc?
Okay.
As long as you understand that I have been sitting in this chair long enough to know that, eventually, that's also the guy that breaks.
The guy that ends up back here, in front of me, wondering how his life fell apart.
Sorry to have to ask you this, but do you have any involvement in dr*gs in any way?
No.
Are you involved with anyone else who might be?
What's this about? I told you those gangbangers were fighting about dr*gs; I got nothing to do with that.
We know you told us that, but we also have reason to believe that the b*llet that hit your son Devon was actually intended for you.
For me?
Who'd want me dead?
Is there an ex-boyfriend or an ex-husband in the picture?
All right, hold...
Devon was sh*t because of me?
What about Devon's father?
What's your relationship like with him?
He, um, he was angry he lost custody, but I don't need to worry about him; he's in prison.
He's in prison?
Yeah. For what?
He got drunk one night, got into a bar fight with some guy, guy hit his head.
Darryl got charged with manslaughter.
Uh-huh. And you filed for divorce since he's been locked up?
That drove him crazy.
That, and the fact that I wasn't bringing Devon up there to see his daddy behind bars.
But I'll tell you something, Detective--
I'll be the one behind bars if anything else happens to Devon, 'cause I will k*ll whoever's responsible.
ERIN: Pass the potatoes-- not the healthy ones.
NICKY: You can have mine; I'm saving room for dessert.
So, do you want to talk about how your group is going?
What group?
Don't listen to her.
Danny's C.O. is having him go to anger management.
Seriously?
(Danny groans)
Really!
Anger what? JAMIE: They teach you how not to get mad.
But Dad doesn't get mad.
He gets even.
Change the subject, please.
Listen, this is your group here, too.
Mm-hmm. You know, this is your numero uno, and you should maybe hear what they have to say, too.
You know, Danny, come to think of it, I've never seen you lose your temper with Linda or the kids.
No, I do. No, you don't, Dad, You never yell.
Yeah, well, I-I really do.
I've actually never seen you get mad at your family.
Only your siblings.
(chuckles)
Well, Sis, you know, if I've lost my temper with you, you probably deserved it.
(laughs): Whoo...!
And you, too, you buttinsky.
(laughs)
Now, can we change the subject, please?
Thank you.
Uh...
Grandpa, I watched that press conference.
I can't believe you didn't say anything.
The decision is final.
So they're just gonna send her back where she might get k*lled because she went on a date?
It's not as simple as that.
Why not? It's not his call.
Yeah, well, I've never seen that stop you before.
The law is very clear.
To grant asylum, the petitioner must prove that their life is in imminent danger.
But her life is in danger.
She needs proof.
History isn't proof enough?
No.
But it looked like you agreed with that lady.
Well, that's what it was supposed to look like.
But why? Because there is a chain of command, and in this matter the State Department is at the top.
It's not fair.
Nicky, I can't tell you how many times I've had to stand behind the mayor and keep my mouth shut.
Sometimes, that's the job.
Grandpa, you have to do something.
I mean, this woman could die.
I know you-- y-you never give up.
Doesn't that make you angry?
Yes, it does.
GORMLEY: Okay.
All right, thank you.
Ready to take a ride?
We're not taking a road trip.
What are you talking about?
He was released a week ago.
Devon's father was released from prison?
Why wasn't it in the system?
(phone ringing)
A bureaucratic oversight.
Now, that's a shocker.
Great. Reagan.
What?
Where?
All right.
Devon's father just snatched him up from the hospital.
What else, Sarge?
I talked to his P.O.
The address he gave us is vacant.
Okay, but does he have any other family besides his ex-wife in the area?
His father d*ed when he was in prison, but he owned a bungalow on Candlewood Lake in Connecticut.
Candlewood Lake in Connecticut.
That seems like a good place to lay low.
Yep. If he was gonna rent a car, he'd need a credit card and a license, right? So that's out.
Uh, there's a train to Danbury, but that don't leave till 2:00 p.m.
I'm checking buses right now.
(mouse clicking)
Next bus for Danbury leaves in 20 minutes, Sarge.
Let's go.
Now, that's good.
Thank you. Doesn't taste like they burnt the beans, like so much of the coffee you get in the city these days.
I'm glad you like it.
Mmm, mmm.
In my experience, guys who don't like small talk are generally bad at making...
Small talk. Yes.
Can't get nothing past you. Never could.
I saw the press conference.
Frank, what can I do for you?
Isabelle Nassar.
What about her? I want to know what you think of her--
her character, her talent, her potential.
Unvarnished, stays right in this room.
Stop!
Police! Hold it!
Hey!
Hey!
Stop this bus!
(sirens wailing)
Stop the bus!
Open the door!
Come on!
Police.
Everybody stay seated, be calm.
Stand back!
(passengers gasp)
DANNY: Take it easy.
Just take it easy, all right?
Why don't you put that g*n down, Darryl, okay?
You put your g*n down first!
I can't do that.
(quietly): Go.
I swear, I'll use it. I will.
Just take a breath, all right? Go.
I know you're angry.
All right? I know how you feel.
Yeah, you know... you know how I feel?
Yeah, I do.
I got two boys of my own.
Believe me, if anybody tried to keep me from them, I would be pissed off, too.
You're damn straight. No one!
No one is gonna tell me that I can't see my son!
That's right. That's right
'cause you're his father.
I'm with you on that, okay?
You got to take care of him
'cause that's what fathers do, right?
That's right.
Okay, okay, but here's the problem, Darryl.
Here's the problem.
You got to get control of your anger before your anger takes control of you.
Okay?
I need you to think about what you're doing here.
I'm trying to get my son out of here.
Can you understand that?
Course I understand that.
I just need to get away from here.
That's not gonna happen today, okay? We got a dozen cops around this bus who do not want to see anyone get hurt.
I do not want to see anyone get hurt and guess what--
I don't think you want to see anyone get hurt either.
Am I right?
Especially not Devon.
I'm trying to help my son, and you all won't let me do it.
Look, it's time we focused on him, okay?
Your boy needs help.
He needs to be back in the hospital, all right? And there's only one person who has the power to make that decision--
that's his father.
So why don't you think about your boy and let me take him to a safe place?
Let me get him back to the hospital, okay?
(panting)
Go on. No.
Go on, papi.
No!
(gently): It's gonna be okay.
Darryl.
I'll give you a second with your boy if you give me that g*n.
Okay. Listen, it's gonna be okay.
I love you.
It's gonna be okay.
Okay? It's gonna be okay, papi.
(knocking)
Come in.
Doc... (clears throat)
Hey.
You know, your... your required sessions are over.
Yeah, I know that.
You okay?
Yeah, I, um...
I know you think I have a problem with anger, Doc, and, uh...
I guess you're right.
Though I also have a problem with people not being angry... not being angry at senseless v*olence and our kids getting sh*t down in the street.
Like that ten-year-old boy who got sh*t outside his home?
Yeah.
It got to you, didn't it?
Yeah.
What do you do with all that anger?
I just put it into catching the bad guys.
But that doesn't make it any easier.
No.
I looked up your file.
Two tours in Fallujah, a brother who was k*lled in the line of duty.
Yeah, look, Doc, I-I...
I didn't really come to rehash all that stuff.
I, um...
I just wanted to say I know there's a lot of guys who do, but I don't bring the job home with me.
I don't yell at my wife and kids. I don't even let them know half of what goes on with me.
And that's how it's gonna stay.
And I have no doubt you're a good dad and a good husband, but how do you plan to keep it all from eventually catching up with you?
(sighs)
I don't know.
ERIN: Well, this is a nice surprise.
(chuckling)
Wait... you're taking Nicky driving in the city?
What are you thinking?
I was thinking that every driver should have the pleasure of driving over the most beautiful bridge in the world.
ERIN: I don't know about this.
This is just... You sure you know what you're doing?
Yep.
And no backseat driving. Especially from you.
What is that supposed to mean?
Oh, you forgot about the time when you dented the back of Dad's car by backing into your ex-boyfriend's car?
On purpose. It was not on purpose.
And then she made me lie about it, tell Dad that it was a stray baseball.
Hey!
Okay, whenever you're ready, Nicky.
And the time that you got pulled over for speeding.
I was only going
50 miles per hour.
In a 20-mile-an-hour zone.
Mom, I never knew.
ERIN: You know what, Jamie?
I have a lot of amm*nit*on on you, so you better...
CASTILLO: Someone once said that New York was a place where dreams come true.
Well, no more so than today.
I'm very happy to announce that Isabelle Nassar has been granted a work visa as a result of a job offer from the New York Philharmonic.
This gracious offer will allow Miss Nassar to remain in the United States and was made possible by a grant from the Manhattan Arts Foundation.
I would like to introduce their president, Joyce Powers.
Thank you so much to Miss Castillo and the State Department for expediting this visa for Miss Nassar, a very gifted cellist and a remarkable young woman, not only for her exceptional talent, but her determination to make our city her home.
I would like to introduce you to this extraordinary talent, Miss Isabelle Nassar.
(applause)