All language subtitles for Boston Blue - 1x02 - Tea

What a game. What a game!

- Calm down, Dad.
- Not gonna calm down.

- I have reasons to celebrate, okay?
- Yeah?

It's your first day on the
job and a Mets win over

- the stinkin' Red Sox.
- Shut up!

My first day is tomorrow,
and I'd like to live to see it,

- so...
- You'll be fine, Sean.

And not for nothing,
you were in a coma three weeks ago.

Forgive me for being excited

that you're gonna follow in
the family footsteps, okay?

- Not nervous, are you?
- No.

I can stay a few more days,

- keep an eye on you.
- I'm fine, Dad. I...

- I'm serious. All right.
- I'm good. I'm more than fine.

Any fear, any hesitation...

- Compartmentalize? I know.
- That's right.

I'm taking those feelings,
putting them right here

- in my pocket, just like you taught me.
- All right.

- I'm ready.
- All right.

Then I hope Jonah's ready
to keep up with you.

How's that for fresh paint?

You nervous about tomorrow,
shooting like that?

You know, one of them's
out of center mass.

- Show-off.
- That's right.

Lena, just give me the big sister advice

that you came here to give me, please.

What happened to your
childhood best friend Sheila?

We stopped hanging out
after junior high.

Yeah. Why?

Because we kissed, and it got awkward,

but you don't have to worry,
because me and Sean

- don't plan on kissing.
- Well, you're not gonna need to,

'cause you've already changed
the nature of your relationship.

It's the same as Sheila.

I don't want you stuck
in the sidekick zone.

- He's my best friend.
- No, no, no, no, no.

Tomorrow, friendship
goes out the window.

Okay? It's all about
partnership tomorrow.

- Mm-hmm.
- No more friendship.

That's a whole different ship.

Every partnership
has a hero and a sidekick.

And you, Jonah Silver, are the hero.

You are Sherlock.

What?

- You know Sherlock and Watson?
- Yeah.

Tomorrow's gonna set the
tone for your partnership,

so you got to show Sean who's boss,

or you'll be Watson forever.

- You got to be Batman, not Robin.
- Mm-hmm.

Establish yourself right out of the gate

so nobody thinks that
you're getting a free pass

just 'cause you're a Reagan.

This isn't New York.

I'm the only Reagan in Boston PD.

That's true. You are the
only Reagan in Boston.

Plus, Jonah's got way
more to worry about.

Both his sisters are cops,
his mom's the D.A.,

- his dad was a judge.
- Right.

So, tomorrow, you got to
make sure that you drive,

- that you pick the music...
- Wow.

You have some serious
partnership baggage, huh?

And make sure you pick lunch,
'cause otherwise,

you're gonna be hearing Sean talk about
how the food is better in New York.

Trust me, I've been
there with new partners.

You got to drive,
you got to pick the music,

and you got to pick where you get lunch.

Sean and I have been best
friends since the academy.

We are gonna be fine.

All right, that's enough
pointers out of you.

- All right.
- Let's just enjoy

your last day here and then
get you back to New York.

Trying to get rid of me already, huh?

No, it's actually been nice
having you around, you know?

All the doctor's appointments and rehab.

Thank you.

It's been good for me, too, kid.

Get out of the way.

Police! Move!

NYPD! Move it!

Move out of the way!

Step back! Back up!

- Get a bus.
- Huh?

I said call it in, Sean.

Come on!

Yeah, this is Officer Sean Reagan.

Shots fired outside of Fenway.

Appears to only be one victim.
We're gonna need EMS.

Hey, guys, get back! Go. Come on.

This is an active crime scene,
okay? Get back!

Dad, what the hell's going on?

I don't know.

Trouble follows you, huh?

Only in Boston.

- Thank you for calling.
- Yeah.

- Is Sean okay?
- He's good. He gave a statement

and went home to rest for tomorrow.

I was first on the scene.

That why you call?
So we could work it together?

Technically, I am still on loan to BPD,

and you seem to still be riding solo.

Sure you won't get distracted?
Sean and Jonah's first tour?

Ah.

Know you were helping Sean
through rehab for a whole month,

- so you got to be nervous for him.
- Yeah, I'm good.

I can put that aside.

I know how to compartmentalize.

Well, all right, Brooklyn.
What do we got?

One vic. Male, white, middle-aged.

Single gunshot wound to the back.

Gagged, bound. In silk pajamas.

- Someone roughed him up pretty good.
- Yeah, they did.

CSRUs are scrubbing for shell casings.

We got a witness, too.

Excuse me, sir.

Detective Reagan, Detective Silver.

Can you tell her what you saw?

He jumped out of a blue van,
ran to the park.

I heard shots go off,
and he just dropped.

A-And then the van took
off around that corner.

Did you get the plates?

Make or model?

No.

All right, thank you.

We need that footage.

Fenway is surrounded
by security cameras.

Yeah. What's your mom doing here?

What is the district attorney
doing at our crime scene?

Hey, Mom, what's going on?

- You're working this case?
- Yeah.

Killer shot into a crowd where
me and my son were walking

and killed this guy.

I assume you haven't
I.D.'d the victim yet,

otherwise there'd be
cameras here by now.

- Why? Who is he?
- Winston Ballard.

He walked away from a
fortune to move forward

as a whistleblower in my
case against Lou Malakov.

Ponzi scheme guy. That's a huge case.

Yeah. Winston's testimony
would've been a sure conviction.

It would've brought justice
to a hundred families

that Malakov stole from.

Any idea what he's doing around Fenway?

That's what I was gonna ask you.

Stick around, work with Lena,
find out who did this.

Ready to run it back, Brooklyn?

Try and stop me, Beantown.

Attention.

Officer Reagan, Officer Silver,
welcome to the rank and file.

They say the police belong to the people

and the people belong to the police,
but above all,

you're partners,
you belong to each other.

Look out for each other.

Something happens to one of you,

it's the other that's
got to tell the family.

Get your patrol assignments at the desk,

come back in one piece.

Dismissed.

Bruh, it's been
a rough three weeks.

Good to have you back.

- Uh...
- Oh.

I'm sorry.

You, uh, you nervous about today?

I was just thinking about the guy
that got killed at Fenway.

Kept me up last night, you know?

My dad and I were standing right there.

It was crazy.

Hey, we've been working towards
this since the academy.

All right? It's gonna be great.

- Yeah. Yeah.
- Okay?

Yeah.

Can you tell us what happened,
Mrs. Ballard?

They crashed into the apartment,
tied Winston's hands.

They were white. I could see through
the-the holes in the mask.

You say "they." Are you saying
there was more than one?

No, I-I couldn't tell whether
it was a-a man or a woman.

They didn't talk.

They just started hitting
Winston with a gun.

I was so scared.

And then they took him.

They pushed him into a blue van.

- Can you think of anything else?
- No.

Mrs. Ballard, I...

You were supposed to protect us.

There were supposed to be
cops watching our house.

I am truly sorry for what happened.

Winston blew the whistle on
Lou Malakov's Ponzi scheme

because he wanted to do the right thing.

But I begged him not to come forward.

Detectives Silver and Reagan
are outstanding investigators,

with the full resources of the
Major Case Unit behind them.

We will get justice for your husband.

Call me if you remember anything.

Thank you.

She's right.

I rarely get involved with these cases.

25,000 cases flow through
this office every year.

I have 160 prosecutors,
but her husband took a big risk,

so it inspired me to make personal
assurances I shouldn't have made.

I failed that woman.

Help me make this right.
Tell me you got a lead.

We got the security footage on
the blue van, but there's no plates.

Couldn't even tell make or model.

It's just a dead end.

I'm sorry.

Unless, of course,
we could speak to Malakov.

He's so cocky, maybe he'd slip up

and say something he shouldn't.

It's the only lead you
have for the moment?

With your blessing, it is.

He's on bail at his house in Lexington.

Maybe we should pay him a visit.

Yeah.

Be safe.

- Hmm?
- Superintendent Silver?

- This is, uh...
- I know Officer Min quite well already.

Have a seat, Sylvia. Thank you.

Yes, ma'am. It's been a while.

You were protection
detail on a whistleblower

and left your post.

And he ended up shot outside Fenway.

Help me understand.

I will accept whatever
punishment you see fit,

but if you're gonna ask for my badge,

I respectfully request a union rep.

I need to maximize my pension.

It's just me and the kids now.

I was sorry to hear
about Frank's accident.

Let's start with what happened,

and we'll sort out the
repercussions from there.

It was shift change,

and I got a call from June's school.

She fell off the monkey bars
and was being taken to the E.R.

Raines was supposed to relieve me,
but he was late.

He said he was close,
just around the corner.

- So I left.
- June okay?

Fractured her wrist.

But you know protocol is not to
leave your post until relieved.

I messed up.

A man is dead,
and I'll never forget that.

I just didn't know what to do.

June needed me.

You're on a desk until
I finish investigating

and make my recommendations.

Heavenly Father,

I thank you for this
food to nourish my body

so that I may do your will...

...and especially doughnuts.

Grandpa.

Sneaking doughnuts?

- Sarah.
- Really?

What are you doing here?

Well, I came to see you.

Was told you were taking a walk.

Oh, Sister Lyn must have been mistaken.

I said I was taking some air.

- The rest is not her business.
- Mm. Mm-hmm.

You hear about that murder
at Fenway yesterday?

Yeah, it's been all over the news.

Poor guy stepped up
to do the right thing

and got killed for his efforts.

That's why I'm here.

Couple of my cops were
supposed to be watching

the whistleblower.

They dropped the ball,
now the whistleblower's dead,

and Mom's case is imploding.

One of the cops who dropped
the ball is a friend.

Sylvia Min.

Sylvia. I remember her.

You brought her to dinner a few times.

We rode together for a
while when I was on patrol.

Her husband died recently.

You have friends on the
POST Commission, right?

If you are here to ask me to intervene
on your friend's behalf...

I talked to Sylvia, I heard her side.

I'm gonna talk to the other cop soon.

Between the two of them,

they left a witness
unprotected and he was killed.

- I assume they'll be punished.
- But how severely

will come down to my recommendation.

I see.

And the review board can either mitigate

or amplify the punishment, so...

you want me to put in a good word.

Your voice carries weight.

Exactly why I stay out of these matters

when family's involved.

Please.

Consider putting in a
good word for Sylvia.

She is a good cop.

She just made a mistake.

That's it. Thank you.

- Love you.
- Love you, Grandpa.

I thought you liked that song.

I... well, I-I do like
that song. I just...

Robbery in progress.

11670 Centre Street.

Uh, 12-Jake-101. Show us responding.

He's got the cash bag.

- Go, go. Go.
- I got him.

BPD!

Drop the cash!

Stop!

Where is he?

He's fast. I lost him.

He's up ahead. He's at the bus stop.

Okay, you stay put.
I'm gonna go around back.

You funnel him to me!

He gets in the crowd, we'll lose him.

I got to go.

We're gonna lose him.
I'm gonna go now, Sean.

No. Just wait for
me to get into position.

Move! Boston police!

Hey. Hey.

- Where'd he go? You spooked him.
- I-I thought I had him.

What the hell, man?
Why didn't you wait for me

- to get into position?
- Sean.

All right. Talk soon.

Sean and Jonah's first
callout didn't go great.

- They okay?
- Yeah, they're fine,

- but their perp got away.
- Huh.

You know you can't stop
bad things from happening.

I know that. I just find it ironic

that you're the one who's
distracted by their first tour.

I mean, if that isn't the pot
calling the kettle black,

- I don't know what is.
- Oh, ho, ho!

Well, I'm not sure how,
but I think that's racist.

- Is it?
- Mm.

No, really, is it?

Thank you.

Mr. Malakov.

Detective Reagan.
This is Detective Silver.

Just wanted to ask you a few questions.

I've seen the news, Detective.

I didn't kill him,
if that's why you're here.

But this certainly puts
a Winston-sized hole

in the D.A.'s case.

You know, I think I might win.

Mr. Malakov, uh,
sorry to interrupt your...

- cute little morning drink...
- Your name's Silver?

The daughter, right?

How's the D.A. doing?

I mean, this must be a blow.

Says the guy who probably
had Winston killed.

Gun!

I'm on the shooter.

Okay!

Oh, damn it.

Okay. Hold on.

Don't you die on me.

What?

- Win...
- Win what?

What are you saying? Hey, look at me.

Win what? Damn it.

Hey.

He's gone. There's a bus on the way.

Well, we found our blue van.
Shooter peeled away in it.

- Smashed the gate out front.
- Well, based on his known enemies,

that could mean the shooter is one of,
I don't know, 10,000 people?

Well, at least the CSRUs

can pull a paint sample from the gate.

- Finally something to go on.
- Yeah.

You all right?

Second person that's died
in my arms this week.

It's the second time this
maniac fired in my direction.

When we catch him, it's gonna
take everything in my power

not to kill him myself.

You're a hard man to
track down, Officer Raines.

Superintendent.
I was just visiting my mom.

- She's sick.
- Lowder Brook Assisted Living.

I know. I'm sorry to hear that.

I assume you know why I'm here?

I was late for my shift.

And a man died under BPD protection.

I feel bad about that.

Okay, look, I was just
a few minutes late.

I was with my mom.

My captain's been cutting me
slack considering her condition.

I'm sorry for your situation,
Officer Raines,

but it's not an acceptable
excuse for dereliction of duty.

Do you have anything
else to say for yourself?

No, ma'am.

Except that I am sorry.

You're on a desk until I
make my recommendations.

My name is Naomi Ballard.

Yesterday, an intruder entered my home

and violently abducted...

Noah, we need to file a continuance

while we rebuild the case.

Malakov's dead.
Isn't that the whole ball game?

Naomi Ballard is making
the press rounds,

calling for an end to the Malakov case

now that Lou's dead.

Poor woman, she just
wants her life back.

I can't say I blame her.

So end it.

And if we don't continue,
the victimized families

can't sue for damages,
but that's only if we win.

If we continue this trial,
we risk losing public support.

That's right, Charlie.

And losing the battle of public opinion

makes the public safety
fight even harder.

Right. Okay.

Let's hold off on the motion

until I can find out if
this hill is worth dying on.

Reverend Peters.

Just in time for the miracle, sir.

Mae's actually considering
some of my advice.

Thanks, fellas.

- Hey, Dad. You good?
- Hey.

- Yeah.
- What's going on?

Well...

I have a legal question for you.

Okay.

Say I made a few
calls on behalf of a cop

standing before the
Commission of Peace Officer

- Standards and Training.
- You've done that before.

Mm-hmm. But...

what if I did it at the
behest of another officer?

Well, it's not illegal,

but it's just not a good look
for a police off... wait.

Which officer is it?

Sarah.

It turns out, one of the
officers who was supposed

to be watching your
whistleblower was Sylvia Min.

Her first partner.

- Oh, I didn't know that.
- Yeah.

Sarah came to me this morning.

Now, if I use my
influence to help Sylvia,

is Sarah in the clear?

Legally.

But it sets a bad precedent.

Sarah doesn't want to

discipline her friend,
so she put you in a bad spot.

What are you gonna do?

I don't know.

Hmm.

Remember when Sarah
was 15 and she wanted

to run for student council...

...but she was afraid a
sophomore couldn't win?

And I spent weeks helping
with her campaign.

Even drafted Lena into mock debates.

- Mm-hmm.
- It was early in you and Ben's marriage.

You know, I'm convinced
it was that election

that turned you four into a family.

You made those girls fierce.

And Sarah won.

Do you remember what you said to me?

I said you were raising
little Amazon warriors.

I'm just reminding you who we are.

Are you saying I shouldn't help Sarah?

That's up to you, Dad.
I'm just saying that

I raised a warrior...

...and I'm hoping that she can
find a way to help herself.

Hey, Sean.

- Jonah back there?
- Uh, yeah.

- See you in a minute.
- All right.

Came in to, uh, check in on us, huh?

Guess you
heard we lost an easy collar.

There's no such thing as an easy collar.

And no, we didn't come
to check up on you.

We're working the Fenway shooting.

We got a lead that the getaway van

was stolen from a charity
in Roxbury, so...

Mm. Well, that's good, right?

Yeah.

- What's up?
- Sorry, it's...

Today's been, I don't know, it's just...

- off with Jonah.
- Off how?

Just weird. Normally,
we're on the same page,

but today, it's like he...

Did you talk to him?

We don't really talk like that.

You're best friends but you don't talk

- to each other about things?
- We never had to before.

You weren't partners before.

- Here we go.
- I told you,

having a partner means you got
to trust him with your life.

Okay? If you can do that,
you can trust him

with sharing your feelings,
so talk to him.

You realize how weird it is,
right, listening to you

talk about being open
with your feelings?

- Okay, do as I say, not as I do.
- Yeah.

Back to it.

Detective.

Uh, you being here and
us talking about the job

just, uh...

feels right, you know?

Starting to feel like a cop?

Starting to feel like a Reagan.

I know I messed up.

I should've waited for Sean
to get in position. It's...

It's what?

It's just, it's different than
it was before. We're boys,

- but...
- Yeah, but being partners is different.

And I'm sorry, 'cause I feel
like I got in your head.

I just meant to warn you
because I've been there before.

But you were right.

Don't stop now, though.

Got to tell me how to fix this.

Blue vans look familiar, don't they?

Yeah.

You'd think they'd have a logo,
you know, so people know

what the charity's doing, who they are.

Fresh-Cue delivers produce to
food deserts in unmarked vans

so people don't feel judged
for taking free food.

Well...

You know, what if,
when Malakov said, "Win,"

he was actually trying
to tell us who did it?

Win. Winnie. His ex-wife
who runs this charity.

Maybe your mom's case
was gonna implicate her,

and she took matters into her own hands.

Yeah, but why would
she use her own vans?

You know, she left the company
before it was a Ponzi scheme,

so that motive doesn't hold.

Plus, she's smart and
funny and well-dressed,

- so I'm a fan.
- Oh.

You're a fan? Mm.

How do you know so much about her?

- I read a lot of tabloids.
- You what?

- Uh, I got layers.
- Yeah, like an onion,

but I didn't think tabloids
was one of the layers.

When I was a kid,

I used to stick my face in
those magazines to hide,

'cause it was really tough when
my mom and Ben first got married.

But things got better

when my mom made me help Sarah
get on the student council.

It was a big moment for the three of us,

and I've been the glue
in my family ever since.

That's why you're always
looking after everyone.

You and my late wife Linda
would've gotten along great.

- She did that, too.
- Did what?

Held our family together.

Hmm.

Just know you don't have to
do everything by yourself.

Did she do it all by herself?

Strongest woman I ever met.

Yeah, to be married to you, for sure.

- Ha.
- Ha. Kidding.

Thanks. Well, it's a good thing
I'm going back to New York

or you'd be stuck with me.

Mm. Lucky for me, you have
no reason to stay in Boston.

Coming?

Yeah. Right behind you.

I promised the women's shelter
I'd put extra aside for them.

Oh, there's a rotten one.

Winnie Malakov.

Detectives Silver and Reagan.
Can we have a moment?

Maybe you want to speak privately?

I suppose this is about
my ex-husband's murder.

You don't seem too upset about it.

Lou was an awful husband and
an even worse human being,

but I never wished him
any physical harm.

Despite all that, I was still shocked

when I heard he turned our
company into a Ponzi scheme.

And did his turning your
company into a Ponzi scheme

upset you enough to
maybe have him killed?

I may have hated Lou for what he did,

but I cashed out before
the company went Ponzi,

and I have done quite
well with my spoils.

Do you know of anyone
that would wish him harm?

He made enemies
of everyone he ever met.

Yeah, but it was a van from
your company that was used

as a getaway vehicle in two homicides.

The van I reported stolen.

Was it stolen from here?

Exactly.

One second.

I'm crashing at my son's
apartment in Dorchester

in an old building like this.

Purple windows like that.
They're called Lavenders.

I didn't take you for a design nerd.

Layers.

When was this pane broken out?

Uh, a week ago.

One of my guys noticed it a
day after the van was stolen.

The day after?
And you didn't tell the cops

when you reported the van stolen?

They didn't ask.

If our thief came
through here to get to the van,

- then they would've had...
- He would've grabbed on

to this pole right
here and swung inside.

Bingo.

- Thanks.
- Yep.

All right, we'll drop
this print at the lab,

and we'll head to Shabbat dinner.

I really don't want to impose.

It's Sean and Jonah's first tour.

- You know we need the tea.
- We do need the tea.

When my mom opens her door,
she does not close it.

Where else are you gonna
get a home-cooked meal?

Well, actually, I can
cook for myself, you know.

Okay, is Sean's stove gas or electric?

- Microwave.
- Yuck.

- No arguments.
- All right. Let's go eat.

♪ I'm lost in the light ♪

♪ I pray for the night... ♪

Congrats to Jonah and Sean on
their first tour as partners.

- Hey, hey.
- Yes.

♪ After so many words ♪

♪ Still nothing's heard... ♪

Going that well, huh?

It's fine. We're fine.

Yeah, we just lost a perp, that's all.

It was a timing issue, right?

Timing is fixable,

if you got a partnership
that's worth it.

You two like each other.

My first partner was terrible.

Used to bring homemade
kimchi in the radio car.

He never brought me any, of course.

- Oh.
- Mm.

Then he left it under the seat,

and the whole car smelled
like rotten cabbage

for the next month,

and they started calling us
"car-chi" over the radio.

Oh, so bad.

- So bad.
- Yeah. They said worse, too,

but I won't repeat it.
I'm-I'm a guest here.

We're eating here, you know.

You know, my first partner...
remember Andy?

Oh, Andy.

He was in an a cappella
group in high school.

- Oh.
- Oh, no.

He would "sha-bop,
sha-bop" on the radio.

- Sha-bop...
- In the car?

He would sing the codes

- in the car.
- That feels dangerous.

It-it-it was.

Speaking of partners, Sarah,
I heard about Sylvia.

What exactly did you hear?

I heard that she was the police officer

who left her post when
Winston Ballard was killed.

And I also heard that you asked
your grandpa to put in a word

- at the POST Commission.
- Grandpa.

You told on me?

You interrupted my doughnut time.

Sylvia is a good cop.

And because of one mistake,

I'm gonna have to take her badge.

If I don't, I'll get accused
of playing favorites.

And if you do, she won't
be able to feed her kids.

Those are the decisions we make.

I was hoping Grandpa
putting in a good word

with the civilian review
board would soften the blow.

I don't know. Maybe make her
eligible for reinstatement.

What about the other cop,
the one who was late?

You want to put in a
good word for him, too?

He was late visiting his sick mom,

but didn't actually break protocol.

He'll be suspended without pay.

It just... I don't know.

It feels like my cops
are handling too much.

They're overworked on the job
and overstressed at home.

Cops like Sylvia need help,
not punishment.

You know I can't do it, right?

I can't call POST for you.

I thought about it,
and it may help Sylvia,

but it'll hurt you in the long run.

Exactly. You are their boss, Sarah.
You're not their friend.

And no matter how close
you and Sylvia used to be,

- it doesn't give her a free pass.
- Yeah, but

how do I rule on high while
still having their six?

Got to do both.

My father took a similar
career path as you.

He had a very difficult time
going from rank and file

to boss, but he knew
there was nobody better

to be sitting in that chair than him.

And, Sarah, the fact

that you're trying to
have their back at all,

it matters.

This is dumb.

We've been here for an hour.
He's not gonna show.

It's not dumb.

We cross-referenced
the pattern of packies

that he hits with the time of day.

He bounces back and forth from
Dorchester to Jamaica Plain,

and he hits when the till is full,

right before the safe drops,
like right now,

after the morning rush.

If we're right, then this one is next.

Yeah, and if Sergeant Karim finds out

we've been sitting in one
spot instead of patrolling...

I'm just saying, this better work.

I kissed Sheila Jones,
and it made things weird.

You're making things weird right now.

What I'm saying is that
me and Sheila Jones

were friends, and then we kissed,

and then we weren't friends anymore.

Are you saying you don't
want to be friends anymore?

No, that's not what I'm saying.
What I'm saying is...

That's-that's him right there.
Green hoodie.

- You can't even see his face.
- Yeah, but I can see his shoes.

Those are crisp white
shell-toes with green laces.

You've been trying to get me
to appreciate kicks for months.

Surprised you didn't notice that.

I'm surprised you were paying attention.

Think we'll get accused of
"lacial" profiling?

Okay, we're gonna talk
about that joke later,

but, dude, you are my best friend.

Promise me that being my
partner will not change that.

- Like kissing Sheila Jones did?
- No.

- Exactly. Okay.
- We're good.

Let's do it.

101 to dispatch, take us off

at 2022 Brainard Avenue with
an armed robbery suspect.

Radio when I'm there.
You'll wait for me this time?

I got you.

Open the safe.

Boston police! Get on the ground!

Sean, he's headed out
back and he's armed.

Boston PD! You're under arrest!

Damn. You trucked that guy.

Well, 'cause I knew exactly
when he was coming.

Here, help me out. Way to communicate.

Whew.

Maybe I should call Sheila Jones.

Don't play with me. Don't play with me.

♪ When the squad pull up,
trying to act tough ♪

♪ Probably get you wrapped up,
see you trying to catch up... ♪

Hey, sis.
What is it that couldn't wait?

Fenway homicide.

So, a print from the Fresh-Cue
charity matched a Harold Baca.

Danny's running ballistics
on his registered gun,

but I need you to look at his priors.

This is the shooter
in the Lou Malakov murder?

Yes, but look at that assault charge.

That should've put him away,

but an officer signed a
voided arrest, cut him loose.

Officer Todd Raines?
He's the officer

who was late the day the
whistleblower was killed.

Yes, so my murder
suspect has a connection

to one of your cops
that dropped the ball

on the protection detail.

This changes things.
Thank you for finding it.

Danny found it, actually.

Oh, look at you, dishing out credit.

Things that good?

You know, we've stepped
on each other's toes

'cause he's stubborn and
he's set in his ways,

which would be a problem if
he wasn't right so often.

For what it's worth, I think
you complement each other well.

Well, too bad he's leaving.

I have an ass to kick.

I'll let you know if I
hear anything on your guy.

All right.

Where's your union rep, Officer Raines?

Didn't think I'd need one.

What I found out is true,
you're gonna need a lawyer as well.

I pulled your car's GPS
from the day of the murder.

Turns out, it was disabled
start of tour that day.

Well, it happens sometimes.

So, I pulled your bodycam data.

Some of the new models have some perks

like live locations and streaming,

so even if you don't
turn your camera on,

it's still pinging a location.

You were nowhere near
your post when you called

to relieve Officer Min that day.

You were at your mom's care facility.

So, I called, and I learned

that you were there paying
off a huge delinquent bill.

In cash.

They were going to evict her.

Did Harold Baca pay you
to abandon your post?

Where is he now?

Where is he?

Harold Baca, BPD with a warrant!

- Got it?
- Got it.

Clear.

Clear.

Over here.

Check this out.

Winston Ballard and Malakov

were both taken out
by a Desert Eagle 50.

Looks like Baca was just cleaning one

and loaded up for some
more happy hunting.

- Our investment theory was right.
- Wait.

Baca's life savings was caught
up in Malakov's Ponzi scheme.

He was a client for years.

Take a look at his account advisor.

Winston Ballard.

Our dead guy from Fenway.

So, that means Ballard
and Malakov were responsible

for Baca losing everything.
There's our motive.

And Winston blowing the whistle
was just too little, too late.

- Let's hope we're not too late.
- Detective Silver.

Hey, the trace on Baca's burner is live.

It looks like he's
headed back to Fresh-Cue,

- Winnie Malakov's charity.
- Baca's files

predate Winnie's divorce.

She's still listed as a partner

in the investment firm.
He's got to blame her, too.

But that's not the half of it.

I got a bogus suicide note here,

allegedly written by Winnie,

claiming she killed Winston and Lou

because she hated what they
turned her company into.

It's marked up like it's a first draft.

Baca must've wrote it.

So Baca stole

a company van and then
faked a suicide note

to pin the murders on Winnie Malakov?

So the only thing left
is to kill his patsy.

Winnie.

- She's next.
- Yeah.

I'll get marked units
out there right now.

Okay, but no lights or sirens

so Baca doesn't start shooting.

Winnie Malakov!

Help!

She must be in the back warehouse.

Hey. Police. Get out of here.

Go. You, too.

- Hey! Get out of here!
- Out! Out!

Too much ground to cover.
We need to split up.

- Going right.
- Going left.

Help!

Drop your weapon!

Harold Baca, drop your weapon!

I owe you one.

I know how you
feel about this case.

Didn't want you to have to shoot him.

You hear that?

She's a lot nicer than me.

Maybe I should just let
you bleed out, huh?

Like the other two guys
you killed this week.

We know you have a partner.

You lost your life savings, Baca.

How'd you pay a cop
to look the other way?

So, you need to give us a
name before we find one.

Maybe the D.A. goes easy on you.

And believe me, she's in a mood.

Who are you working with?

Thank you, Officer.

So, did you find out who did this?

Thanks for coming in, Mrs. Ballard.

Your husband really loved you, you know.

He even moved some money
into a hidden account

so you'd be protected after he
blew the whistle on the scheme.

And I missed something my
first time through the files,

but, um, he used your maiden name:

Baca.

Your brother Harold was busy.

You know, it's been
bugging me that the killer

knew precisely what time my
people would make a mistake.

When I realized you were siblings,

I pulled your phone records.

You called Harold just
a few minutes before

your husband was killed.

You were working with him all along.

You're under arrest for
accessory to murder.

Put your hands behind your back.

Why'd you kill your husband?

Were you afraid of losing

this lavish lifestyle that you've lived?

I hated Winston for giving it all up.

Stealing those people's money was bad,

but no one would've ever known

if he had just kept his mouth shut.

If the husband you hated
didn't try to take care of you

in the end, you would've
gotten away with it.

Ain't love grand.

Dude, we have to talk
about these dad jokes.

And the fact that you love them?

- They're corny.
- You love them.

I've said ten times they're
corny and I do not like them.

I will not take...

There they are! There they are!

Boys, good collar.

- Good collar.
- Thanks, man.

I mean, my dad and Lena
are wrong, all right?

Screw Watson and Robin.

We're equals, like Starsky and Hutch.

How old are you?

I'm getting hungry.

- Yeah?
- Should we do some lunch?

What do you think? Pizza?

We driving to Brooklyn?

Huh?

Right on time.

Your office signed the warrant.

I arrested Officer Raines.

Sylvia's on her way up.

Naomi Ballard cut a deal.

She'll corroborate the
Ponzi scheme books,

and I just convinced
the judge to let me try

Lou Malakov posthumously,

even though my approval
numbers will nose-dive.

You're after justice, not votes.

Yeah, you know, I just
reminded Charlie of that.

- He didn't like it. He's pretty pissed.
- Yeah.

Ms. District Attorney.
I didn't realize you'd...

My union rep is outside.

I was told you wanted
to talk privately first.

Have a seat.

I'm gonna ask for your badge.

I understand.

We're talking now because
I want you to know

I will always have your back.

If you resign and avoid
an OPAT investigation,

there's a job waiting for you
at the D.A.'s office as an investigator.

What? But I'm just patrol.

Oh, we both know you should've
made detective years ago,

but you were busy with your family.

I could use another good investigator.

The pay and benefits are similar to BPD.

Hours are flexible.

You made an honest mistake, Sylvia.

Shouldn't cost you everything.

But the rules are what they are,

and it is my job to enforce them.

So, what do you say?

Want to go work for the D.A.?

Yes, ma'am.

Then call your rep in here
and let's get you fired.

Yes, ma'am.

- Thank you, Mom.
- You're welcome.

Well done.

Thank you.

♪ Sweet Caroline ♪

♪ Bum, bum, bum ♪

♪ Good times never seemed so good ♪

♪ So good, so good, so good ♪

♪ I've been inclined ♪

- ♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪
- ♪ To believe... ♪

That is a Boston tradition
I can actually get behind.

My dad belting Neil Diamond
from the Green Monster.

- I should've taken a video.
- Yeah, you should've,

but you didn't.

You know, I've been thinking
about what you said.

You know, about finally
starting to feel like a Reagan.

Well, what about it?

Being a Reagan means
you'll always have someone

in the department who has your back.

But you don't.

It's like you said,
you're the only Reagan in Boston,

but you don't have to be.

What are you saying?

I'm trying to say that

we haven't been as close as we
should be the last few years,

and maybe we can work on that,

and I can have your
back at the same time.

I'm saying maybe I could
transfer to BPD, son.

Right.

Wait. What-what about the-the family?

New York? Maria?

Maria and I will figure it out.

And the family understands.

- You talked to them about it?
- I did.

They agree with me.

So, you're kind of stuck with me.

But only if you want to be.

I'd like that.

Yeah.

All right.

- Oh, damn. Sorry.
- Oh, here comes trouble.

Hope we're not interrupting
something special.

I'm guessing you told him.

- I did.
- Good guy.

You're right on time 'cause the Mets

are about to make a comeback.
My son and I,

we're gonna make a comeback, too.

That's beautiful.

You know, it's only a
three-hour drive, right?

- We can still make family dinner and...
- Yeah.

Well, you guys know you're
always welcome at Shabbat.

Especially the one partner Lena
actually wants to keep around.

Is that actually true, Beantown?

- Are we ready to make this official?
- On one condition, Brooklyn.

- One condition, Brooklyn.
- Okay, what is the one condition...

You ready for it?
- Oh, come on. Get his arm.

- Oh, no! No! No way!
- Behind your back!

- Come on!
- Stop resisting!

- That's it.
- Oh!

- There you go.
- I mean, it-it looks good on you.

Doesn't that feel right? Does look good.
- Now.

♪ Put me in, Coach... ♪

- Oh! Oh!
- Oh!

- Oh!
- Oh!

♪ Look at me ♪

♪ I can be center field. ♪

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