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♪ ♪

♪ The boys are back, the boys are back ♪

♪ The boys are back and they're looking for trouble... ♪

Dawg, what is it with you and Springsteen?

Who doesn't love Springsteen?

I don't know. Anybody under 40?

Nah, you're sleeping

- on Springsteen, man. - I'm not sleeping on anything.

- Uh, excuse me. Ladies. - No, no.

Ladies, ladies, this is

- my friend Sean... - Hi, Sean.

- Hi. - ...and we were just having a bit of a debate.

- Hi. - Hi.

We were hoping that you guys could help us settle it.

- What is this, trivia night? - Maybe.

I'm gonna say a name, you tell me the first thing

- that pops into your head. Okay? - Okay.

Bruce Springsteen.

Bruce Springsteen?

Springsteen?

See? Nothin'.

The Boss!

- Oh, in your face! - The Boss!

Well, uh, congratulations,

- but that makes you about 40. - Oh-- - That was a test.

Uh, and that's two outta three, so I win.

Well, I'll take the loss, but I gotta know your name.

- My name? - Yeah.

Sophie.

- It's nice to meet you. Sean. - Hi.

- Sean. Sean. - Nice to meet you, Sean.

Reagan. Reagan! Fire! There are people up there.

Look! Right there!

Call 911!

Yo, Jonah, wait!

Hey.

Hey. You all right?

Is there anybody still up there?

I heard someone scream upstairs.

Let's go.

Hey, everybody stay calm, okay?

We're Boston PD. Get outside, all right?

- Hello? - Help!

Hello? Boston Police Department!

Stay calm, we're coming for you.

Hurry up, man!

Whoa!

- You all right? - Yeah. Let's go.

Here! Here, here!

- Hey, back there! - Hey! We gotta call

for backup, all right? We're cops, not FD.

Fire won't know the difference.

Go check those offices!

Jonah! There's somebody back there, man!

Ma'am, can you hear me?

Hey. Ma'am.

Hey, we gotta go. Come on--

Sean, we gotta get out of here!

Jonah!

She's dead! Gunshot wounds!

Grab my hand. Come here. Keep your head down.

We gotta get out of here, Sean!

♪ ♪

I thought we said, when we stay at my place,

we turn our ringers off.

It's your phone, smart-ass.

Well. Sorry.

Reagan.

What?

Where?

Yeah.

Okay.

Yeah, Boston General. I'm on my way.

What's wrong?

It's Sean.

Is he okay?

I don't know.

I gotta... I gotta go to Boston.

♪ ♪

Oh, God.

You must be Sean's dad.

Jonah. Right? His buddy from the academy?

Were you with him?

It's not too bad.

Just pulled it trying to get Sean out of there.

I was helping these two women.

And then Sean, he saw one more, and...

she was already dead.

I'm sure you did everything you could to help her.

No, wait, wait. It wasn't from the fire.

She was shot.

You know, the doctors, they... they keep saying

that it's gonna take a miracle for him to wake up today.

Yeah.

Maybe even tomorrow.

Where was the fire?

♪ ♪

Ah. Stinks in here.

How you doing, O'Brian?

Detective on deck.

Who's that?

Lena Silver, BPD.

You made of sugar, Detective Silver?

What's the matter, Detective?

You afraid to get your shoes wet?

Average building fire burns

at 1800 degrees, yeah?

Clothing disintegrates at around 600.

Blood boils at 212, DNA is fried at 190.

So I'm thinking the best chance

these CSRUs have of finding any DNA

or trace evidence is gonna be in the spots

where the fire cooled the fastest...

puddles you boys are just dragging your knuckles through.

Watch your footwork.

Yeah.

- Back it off. - Yeah.

Died at her desk.

Hope she loved her job.

You figure out what caused the fire yet?

Blue-green shimmer inside this canteen

says kerosine with a turpentine kicker.

Probably several cans of the stuff.

There's heavy burn here,

but the char pattern looks like

someone doused a path of accelerant through the office

and ignited it at door.

You got a theory of the murder already

or should we wait until a sergeant detective gets here?

Ooh. So funny.

I figured you woulda had the inside track on that promotion.

Must sting to get passed over.

Sprinkler system was disabled.

Lock on one drawer was picked.

Somebody was looking for something,

and they set the fire to cover their tracks.

Check out the angle of the shots.

Shooter walked right up to her,

fired point-blank,

standing over her desk.

This feels personal.

Hmm.

Oh, have the report sent to my desk. Thank you.

This is a standard presser.

They want an update from the police,

not a headline from the district attorney.

The press don't want a headline?

- Who you talkin' to, Sarah? - D.A. Mae Silver,

who never misses an opportunity to push for justice.

Please tell me this isn't something

I need to take to the commissioner.

Sweetie, you should be the commissioner.

Mom... Please.

Have you seen Jonah yet?

Yeah.

He's okay.

Good.

'Cause I'm gonna kill him.

Good morning.

The victim discovered in last night's Downtown Crossing fire

was Andrea Decker, CEO of Image-Stats Inc.,

an IT company.

Now, it's my obligation to disclose

that the company is under investigation by my office,

as was Andrea Decker.

One at a time. One at-- Carla, go ahead.

Image-Stats created the facial recognition software

used by Boston PD that has been accused of being biased

toward minorities.

Will this murder affect your investigation?

No.

In fact, with the increased scrutiny

this tragic homicide will bring,

I have filed an emergency ordinance

to require police to use special permission

before taking any action

based on Image-Stats analysis.

- Ms. Silver! - That is the first I'm hearing

of a city ordinance.

Thank you, District Attorney Silver.

I will take it from here until BPD has gotten up to speed

on the new requirement.

With that, I will leave you

in the superintendent's capable hands.

Ms. Silver, question!

Question! Ms. Silver! Ms. Silver!

One at a time, one at a time. Go ahead.

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

Crazy what happened, huh?

You work there in the building?

Just lookin' like everybody else.

Except everybody else that's looking is looking for cops.

Maybe to see a body being hauled out.

But not you.

You are really focused in on that office up there.

Why?

Hey!

♪ ♪

Come here! Police!

Hold it!

Police! Hold it!

Out of the way!

♪ ♪

Boston PD! Stop!

Stop right where you are.

Get down off the fence.

Why'd you run from my crime scene?

I was chasing a suspect.

And I would've got him

if you didn't stop me, Detective...

Lena Silver.

I'm Detective Danny Reagan.

NYPD.

My shield is in my front chest pocket.

You mean your badge?

Where I'm from, it's a shield.

Slowly.

I'm turning slowly.

I'm gonna reach for my shield, Detective.

There you go.

You keep up with us the whole way?

NYPD.

What, you one of those Bronx boneheads

- thinks girls can't run? - I'm from Brooklyn.

It's just... we were goin' pretty fast.

I don't know. Thought maybe you ran track or something.

Maybe you're not as fast as you thought.

Pretty far from New York,

- aren't you? - Yeah.

My kid got hurt in the fire last night,

and I was about to get some answers, till you stopped me.

Sean's your son?

You know Sean?

From my brother. He was with him.

You're Jonah's sister?

Do you have an evidence glove?

Pretty sure that guy dropped something

before he hit the fence.

I heard it drop over here.

What do you know?

Looks like we found our first clue.

What do you mean "we," Brooklyn?

I just delivered our first lead, Beantown.

Come on. You can trust me.

I've done this once or twice before.

♪ ♪

Uh, nothing's changed, Dad.

If anything changes, I'll call you right away.

Yeah. Me, too, Dad. Bye.

Oh. Your lab connected

the tool we found in the alley

to scratches on Andrea Decker's desk.

No identifiable fingerprints,

but they did track the logo to a local hardware store.

Lab confirmed. Kerosine and turpentine, like I said.

Now, that's a lead on the fire case.

Looks like you're nowhere on the murder.

I'm sorry. Uh...

you call that police work, Detective?

You confirmed two chemicals that any clown

could purchase at any superstore in the United States

and you throw it in her face like it's evidence?

You wanna say that again?

I just said it to you and you didn't do a damn thing about it.

- I don't know what-- - He's right.

Unless you have something actionable,

you should be at your desk doing exactly what they're doing:

looking for who did this.

Yes, ma'am.

Sarah Silver.

Danny Reagan.

I'm sorry for coming in hot, Superintendent, Detective.

He was out of line.

It's understandable. Can only imagine how you must feel.

I know if anything ever happened to my sister,

I'd be right where you are.

Hold on.

You two are sisters?

- You didn't tell him? - Well, how do you think

I introduce myself?

"Hi, I'm Detective Silver.

I'm sister to Sarah, superintendent of all the land."

Oh...

Uh, sorry, it's just...

you're so...

- White? - Well, I was gonna

say young to be superintendent...

- Oh. - ...but, yeah, white, also.

Understood.

Her dad married my mom when we were kids.

Got it.

I spoke to the NYPD Commissioner...

- Ah. - ...who vouched for you.

Your dad's voice counts for a lot,

even this far from home.

I've authorized you to consult with Boston PD on this case.

- Huh. - Danny Reagan,

son of Frank,

commissioner of all the land.

Speaking of, my commissioner

just handed me my ass

over Mom's new facial recognition ordinance.

- Mom? - Mae Silver, the D.A.

We are chasing down

a lead that Danny spotted at the crime scene.

We'll keep you posted, Superintendent.

Doing the math, here.

Your sister is the superintendent of detectives,

your mom is the D.A.

who's jamming us up on the face recognition software,

and your younger brother is a rookie beat cop?

- Yeah. Half-brother, technically, but... - Oh.

...we never looked at it as "half" or "step."

We're just one big, happy,

- kinda confusing family. - A little confusing,

but, hey, family's family.

Let's go visit that hardware store.

How are you holding up?

I'll be better when my son wakes up.

- And when we catch this guy. - Mm.

How are you holding up?

What do you mean?

I have a sister, too.

You think I didn't notice the tension between you two?

Month ago, a sergeant detective promotion opened up.

I put in for it, but got passed over.

And your sister is the one that did the passing over?

Fair and family do not always mix.

Is that why Sean moved 200 miles away to become a cop?

'Causes he would've been third-generation NYPD.

Fourth generation.

When he told me he wanted to be a cop, I was all for it.

But the NYPD had a hiring freeze because of budget cuts.

And he wouldn't let me and my old man pull any strings, so...

I was the one who suggested he come to Boston.

Have Charlie prep a briefing for the Malakov case.

Yes, ma'am.

Good job, kid.

Thanks, Enzo.

- Hi. - I know. I'm sorry.

I should've come and seen you sooner.

Probably good you didn't.

I was furious with you this morning.

Now I'm just glad to see you.

You can't be cleared for duty already.

No, no. I just met with my lieutenant.

Don't worry. It's just protocol.

I know.

How's Sean?

Uh, the doctors, they're optimistic.

Uh, his dad's in town.

We need to invite him to dinner. He's gonna need support.

Okay. I will, if I see him again.

I'm gonna let you get back to work.

- Okay. - I just wanted to stop by and say "hi."

- Okay. - I will see you at dinner tonight.

All right. See you at dinner.

All right, hardware store confirmed

multitool was a thank-you gift for bulk orders.

- Oh. - Only two of that model were given out, though.

First customer alibied out.

Leaving us with... Carlos Delgado.

Who lives right here.

He's in there.

Boston PD with a warrant!

Open up!

He's going out the back!

Hold it!

Don't move!

- Don't move. - I didn't do anything!

Sure you did. You fled from the police.

Twice.

Then you tripped over a garbage bin.

Looks like you murdered Andrea Decker

and almost killed my son

trying to bury the evidence. Get up. Get up!

How did you get ahead of us?

Are you sure you didn't run track?

You hate that I'm faster than you, don't you?

Maybe.

Carlos Delgado.

You got a PI license.

What are you doing? Why not just level with us?

Sure. 'Cause the cops are known for being so understanding.

I'm innocent.

Then why the hell'd you run?

Why did you run?

'Cause I've been snoopin' in Decker's office.

Figured I might've left some evidence that I'd been inside.

Snooping in her office for what?

She'd been cutting corners.

Rival company hired me to find proof.

I broke into her desk couple weeks back.

Didn't find anything.

You broke into her desk weeks ago?

Tool matches. Timeline doesn't.

You better have proof to back that story up.

And one hell of an alibi.

Call my office, you'll get both.

But I'm pretty sure it was one of her own

- who killed Andrea Decker. - One of her own

employees had it out for her? What makes you say that?

When I was in the office, I heard an argument.

An employee she fired didn't take it too well,

got into a screaming match. Stormed out.

A week later she's dead?

I'm lookin' at the screaming guy.

- You know Screaming Guy's name? - No.

I think he was a software engineer.

I didn't see his face.

Think he was a Black guy.

Black guy.

All right, Doc. Thank you.

Update me whenever you can.

I'm checking the Image-Stats employee list.

Looks like you crossed out a lot of names already.

Well, if Delgado's story is true,

about the software engineer, then he should be on this list.

So I already crossed out the female employees,

and now I'm focusing on Black-sounding names.

Whoa. Wow.

If I did that in New York,

I'd probably get a call from HR or IA.

I can check every Tom, Dick, and Harry later,

but right now I'm counting on

the tech industry's under-hiring of Black men

to work in our favor.

And looky here.

Two software engineers.

Okay.

Well, if one of these two lost their job last week,

maybe they already posted

to one of those job search websites or something.

That's a really good call.

All right.

No résumé for the first one.

Let's check this name.

Oh! Here we have a résumé

posted by a Marquís Rawlins.

And his last employer was Image-Stats.

- So that's our disgruntled employee? - That's him.

And we have his photo, so we can...

we can run a facial rec search

against building security footage

and that should be enough to get us a warrant.

- Great. Let's do it. - Wait.

The lieutenant has to sign off.

And there's a lot of eyes on this software right now.

Not for nothin', but my son was almost killed,

your brother could have been killed.

We gotta wait around for paperwork?

This is not New York.

What is that supposed to mean?

You got a reputation, you know?

- For getting things done. - You're a great detective.

But how many times did your dad, the NYPD commissioner,

look the other way when you crossed the line?

I have to show my work.

All my "T"s crossed, all my "I"s dotted.

I hear you.

And when it comes to my old man,

nothin' made him happier than to make an example out of me

for the rank and file.

But he also knew that sometimes dotting "I"s and crossing "T"s

has to come second to right and wrong.

I'm not asking you to break any rules.

I'm just saying, sometimes

I pick my spots.

Where are you going?

I'm going over the lieutenant's head.

I'm picking my spot.

What's up?

We have narrowed our suspect pool

to a disgruntled employee with means and motive.

Oh, hey, Sarah. How's your day going?

Well... Pretty crazy, actually, Lena.

Okay. You have means and motive.

So now we need opportunity.

And I need to run a facial recognition search against

security footage to place him at the scene.

I assume you filed an official request.

No. There's no time for that.

I came to you.

You're supposed to have my back.

What's that supposed to mean?

Is this about the promotion?

I didn't say that.

You didn't have to.

Look, it killed me to not promote you.

You're a brilliant detective.

But...

It wasn't your turn.

This job comes with as much politics as policing.

But there was an equally qualified detective

who'd been waiting longer.

I'm sorry.

Well, you just apologized, so that means you owe me one.

- Hmm? - Yeah. You just apologized.

- You know that's what it means. - No.

- Lena... No. - Yeah. Yeah, it does.

I need to use the facial recognition software, Sarah.

We do not have time for Mom's political red tape.

This is for Jonah.

No. Send it right over.

I...

This is your house.

I shouldn't have pushed so hard.

May be gettin' a little personal for me, with my son.

I'm very sorry.

I understand.

We're good.

And it worked.

- It worked? - It did. It worked.

Well, while you were making it work,

I did a little bit of coloring inside the lines

and found out that Marquís Rawlins has a Glock

registered in his name.

Same as the shooter.

Doesn't look good for Marquís.

It's time to run the facial recognition

software on the security footage.

You know Sean and Jonah are on it.

Facial rec program gives a partial ID confirming

it is Marquís Rawlins.

72% match.

- Is 72% enough to go on? - No.

But... there's gotta be...

There we go.

He used a personalized keycard

to enter building right before the fire started.

So we have corroborating evidence

and a facial rec match.

That's right. Let's go.

♪ ♪

Where's the suspect?

Visual at the four side.

Making entry.

Boston PD! Don't move!

- Hands up! - Hey, hey, wait, wait! Wait!

- Hands up! Hands up! - Okay! Okay!

- All right, all right! - That's him.

Cuff him.

You going somewhere?

This is about that fire, right?

My old boss that got killed? Andrea Decker?

I killed her.

I killed Andrea Decker.

Detective?

Well, you got a confession,

we got a partial face rec,

and this guy appears to like to play with fire.

But you think we're missing something.

Guy's packing a bag, we show up, he just starts talking?

Was a little bit too easy, wasn't it?

Yeah.

I'm pretty sure I said nobody needed to come.

Since when have I ever listened to you?

- Any update? - No.

No changes.

Nurses told me you were out trying to find who did this.

Did you catch him?

We got a guy. He copped to it.

Solid evidence, but we can't find the murder weapon.

"We"?

Detective Lena Silver.

She likes to check every box.

You have a suspect in custody,

solid evidence, and a confession.

- Mm-hmm. - Back home, you would be begging me

to bring charges already. You must really trust her.

She's good, and I ain't back home.

We gotta get this right.

- You always do this, you know. - What do I always do?

Bury yourself in a case so you don't have

- to face your own life. - What? Come on.

This case is my life.

How long you staying?

Until I know you're okay.

Till you know he's okay.

Mm, we have a hospital

full of doctors seeing to that.

I'm here until I know you're okay.

Thank you.

Oh, kid...

Kept going on about how great this stupid city is.

Gotta tell you, I've been here a minute and I don't see it.

Hope it's okay that I'm here.

I just got cleared by the doctor.

This is my sister, Erin. Erin, this is Jonah.

He's Lena's brother.

He pulled Sean from the fire.

- Oh, my God. - Oh.

Thank you.

Of course.

I heard you caught the guy.

Well, word travels fast.

Uh, yeah, your sister has doubts.

So do I.

Well, I was, um, I just checking in.

So... I'll let you guys...

Oh. Actually, um...

I don't mean to intrude,

but my mom wants me to invite you to dinner tonight.

It's just down the street. It's at her house.

I'm just gonna drop you the location

in case you want to come.

Thank you.

It was nice to meet you.

Yo, Colman, you still work at the evidence locker?

Yeah, dawg. Here right now.

Yeah, I need a favor.

You're going.

I can't go.

If this happened in New York--

- It didn't happen in New York. - Okay.

But if it did, would you let Lena

- not come to family dinner? - Of course not.

But this is different.

Okay, then you're going.

You can get cleaned up. Maria packed you some clothes.

You should call her, by the way.

- She's worried sick about you. - I w--

I will.

And I'll go to dinner,

if you come along with me.

Come on.

♪ I don't think there truth to ♪

♪ Anything you're talking about ♪

♪ Trying to find some sense... ♪

- Erin, right? - Yes.

I'm Lena. Nice to meet you.

Spent the day working with your brother.

And you still invited him to dinner?

Ha, ha. Not funny.

- Danny, yes? Hi. - Yes.

- My sister, Erin. - Hi.

You're District Attorney Mae Silver.

It's an honor.

Thank you. It's nice to meet you, as well.

Another Reagan. Welcome.

- Thank you. - I'm Sarah.

- Hi. - Are you a cop, too?

Lawyer. I'm in the New York D.A.'s office. Trial Bureau.

I like her.

- Hello. - Sorry I'm late.

- There he is. - Had to run home real quick and change.

All good.

You know how much I like that shirt.

- You look good. Come on. - Oh, thank you.

Let's go. Let's get to it.

And, uh, let me show you both around.

- Follow me. - Okay.

My mom and dad split up when I was born.

I was 13 when Mom married Ben and converted to Judaism.

And Sarah is his daughter from his first marriage.

She's been my ride-or-die since middle school.

Then, uh, Jonah was born

right after Mom and Ben got married.

Our golden boy.

- He's a good guy. - He joined the police academy

last year, after...

Ben got killed.

I'm sorry to hear that.

He was a circuit judge.

Got shot right outside the courthouse.

That's awful.

You learn to live with the loss.

Yeah.

Um...

Is there somewhere I can wash up

- before dinner? - Mm-hmm. Yeah.

Right over there. Head door across the way.

Oh, I knew it.

You ran track.

Guilty as charged.

That's wrong.

Hey, Erin...

Can I ask you something?

Mm-hmm.

So, um...

I can tell that Danny plays things

really close to the vest...

...but I gotta know: with Sean being hurt,

and the way he's attacking this case,

it's like he has been through this before.

Is there anything that I need to know?

Well, this is Danny being Danny.

He attacks every case like his own family's at stake.

But...

you're right. He, uh...

he's lost more than most.

♪ ♪

I made it.

Hey.

Grandpa...

- Hey. - Hey, sweetheart.

Come meet our guests.

This is Reverend Edwin Peters, of Roxbury Baptist Church.

And this is Erin and Danny Reagan.

- Sir. - Hi.

- And Danny is Sean's dad. - Hi.

Come on in, everybody.

- It's time for blessings. - Oh.

Baruch atah Adonai

Eloheinu Melech haolam

asher kidshanu b'mitzvotav vitzivanu

l'hadlik ner shel Shabbat.

- Amen. - Amen.

Blessed are You, God, ruler of the universe,

who has given us His commandments.

For you, we light candles on Shabbat. Amen.

Amen.

It's okay. We all do

what is meaningful to us.

- Thank you. - Now let's eat!

- Yes. - All right.

A weekly family dinner.

Our families have a lot in common.

That's the same thing Sean said.

- He's been here? - Often.

Said that it reminded him of home.

Thank you, all, for looking after him. Means a lot.

Lena has doubts about the arrest this afternoon.

Mm. Sarah. This is not the time.

Wow, we're talking shop at the table.

It really is starting to feel like home.

For the record, I share her doubts.

Well, if there were doubts,

why did you grant the facial rec request?

Did you tell her?

- I didn't tell her. Did you tell her? - I didn't tell her.

It's the first one after the new ordinance.

You think I wouldn't find out?

You relied on a police tool that targets people of color,

making them victims of harassment,

false arrests,

- and worse. - Mom...

For every one false arrest,

20 bad guys are pulled off the street.

It's an impossible situation. It's complicated.

But that's one life potentially lost or ruined.

- Is it worth it? - The tech

is just a tool.

I mean, if you add that tool to lousy police work,

you're gonna get lousy results.

But if you add it to quality police work,

then you can save that one life that we're talking about.

Which...

is exactly what Lena's trying to do right now.

Marquís was packing a go bag with one foot

out the door. You really think he's innocent?

I really do. And his life is worth it.

- I agree. - I do, too.

Jonah?

You have something to say?

I took a look at the evidence.

I think that Marquís was packing

- the go bag for someone else. - Jonah.

- Did you meddle in an open investigation? - It is my fault.

There was a burning building. Sean wanted to call for help,

and I told him that we should go in and now he is hurt.

Please, just let me help with this investigation.

For Sean.

What makes you think Rawlins is innocent?

In the bag, there was a limited-edition pair of Dunks.

Those are thousand-dollar shoes.

Anybody who would own those would not just

- throw them in the bag. - And you know,

someone was sleeping on that couch.

Maybe somebody Marquís is covering for.

Seems like there's more work to do, Detectives.

Yes, ma'am.

I'll be with Sean. Go.

Thank you for dinner.

- Thank you, Mom. - Of course.

- See you. - Yeah. Me, too.

- Love you, Mom. - Love you, too.

- Bye. Bye, Grandpa. - Love you.

- Love you. - Of course.

Well, there goes our family dinner.

More wine for us. L'chaim.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

Evidence Control says the full list

should hit the system any minute.

We've combed through Marquís Rawlins' entire life

and only found a speeding ticket

and a crazy ex-girlfriend.

Why do you assume the ex is crazy?

I don't assume she's crazy.

He says it himself in these social media posts.

"Thought she was the one, but she's obsessed with her ex."

"Finally ended things with Tanya."

I'm sorry. Can you go back to that ticket?

Found this in the pocket of Marquís Rawlins at his house.

The T has been under construction,

the Red Line's up next,

but these tickets are date stamped.

If Marquís was speeding through Hyde Park,

h-how did he get a Red Line closure notice

- in his pocket the same day? I don't know about Boston,

but I don't know anyone

who drives all the way home in their car,

then turns around to take the subway back.

So it wasn't him.

And if Marquís wasn't riding the T, then who was?

Whose shoes were in the bag?

That's the million-dollar question.

Look at this post.

"So proud of Caleb.

He's MIT-bound."

Who's Caleb? Maybe he's...

Tanya's son from a previous relationship, before Marquís?

Yeah, but he's got a similar look and build to Marquís.

So what's Caleb's last name?

Bruce.

The post was from a few years ago, so maybe he's 20, 21 now.

Okay, yeah, I don't have anything on him,

but I got a Caleb Bruce in his forties.

- Record a mile long. - Must be Caleb Sr.

The ex Marquís' girlfriend, Tanya,

- was obsessed with. - Exactly.

- Could he be the killer? - No. He's in Lancaster.

He's in a maximum security prison.

Okay. Well, if we could rule out Caleb Sr. and Marquís,

then, Superintendent Silver, I think we need

your authorization to run the software again,

on Caleb Bruce, Jr.

You got it.

Good news.

We know, to a 99% certainty,

that it was not you who killed Andrea Decker.

Or set the fire.

But we also know that it was

your ex-girlfriend's son,

Caleb Bruce, who did.

We're guessing that you and him built a very strong bond

while you were dating his mom, correct?

And just because things went bad with Tanya

doesn't mean that you ever lose

that father and son connection with him.

Come on, I got a girlfriend, she's got a daughter.

regardless of what happened with us.

I can see you want to help him.

But you gotta help us.

You do that,

and I promise you we will bring him in safely.

Marquís, we will.

Caleb, he's studying chemistry at MIT.

He's got a future,

but his dad has a hold on him,

even locked up.

He filled Caleb's head with lies that

the software I worked on was the reason he got arrested.

And you were fired last week. Why?

I-I pushed Andrea to rethink the platform the tech was built on.

You know, close the gap on minority misidentification.

And instead she fired you.

- Yeah. - So that's

two father figures in Caleb's life

wronged by Andrea Decker.

- That's our motive. - He's got a background

in chemistry, which means he knows the right ratios

to mix accelerants, he had access to a keycard

and to the murder weapon,

a gun registered to you.

What do you think, Reagan?

I think we have all of our "I"s dotted

and all of our "T"s crossed.

Where is Caleb?

Marquís said the Park Street station

is where Caleb switches trains. He should be here.

Jonah, you got eyes on?

No. Not yet.

Okay. Keep your eyes peeled, kid.

I got him.

He's headed your way.

Right there. That's him.

Police! Hold it!

Hold it!

Stay down.

- Stay down! Down! - Stay down!

Get on the ground.

- You got him? - Yeah. I got him.

What do we have here?

Glock .22.

Yeah, and I bet it's registered to Marquís Rawlins.

Marquís was just trying to help, man.

You want to do the honors, Reagan?

Nah.

It's the rookie's collar.

You did good.

Officer Silver.

All right. Come on. Get up.

- Up, up, up. - Caleb Bruce,

you're under arrest for the murder of Andrea Decker.

Let us always remember

that we are one family in faith

- and we have faith in our family.

For he said, "I have come

that you might live more abundantly."

♪ ♪

♪ I've come that you might have life more abundantly ♪

♪ I've come that you might have life through eternity ♪

♪ I did not come to condemn the world ♪

♪ Nor shame you for your wrong ♪

♪ But I've come to mend your broken heart... ♪

I'm usually in church on Sundays, anyway...

- Mm. - ...so I figured I'd take

the reverend up on his invite.

I'm glad you did.

- This is very beautiful, by the way. - Thank you.

Very different than a Catholic Mass, though.

Oh, yeah. Louder.

- A lot louder. Lot more fun, too. - Yeah.

- But don't tell anyone I said that. - I won't.

Roxbury Baptist is

one of the oldest Black churches in America.

And how does this work in your family, by the way?

You're Jewish, yet you go to church on Sunday.

We come to see Grandpa's sermons

so we can stay connected as a family.

I get it.

I love this song.

♪ I've come to give you, come to give you ♪

♪ Joy ♪

♪ I said joy, come praise the Lord. ♪

♪ ♪

- Hey. - Hey.

- Hey. - Hi-- Oh. Hi.

Oh. Mom. Mom, Mom.

I'm not a kid anymore.

I am a Boston police officer.

And you know you don't have to prove yourself

to anybody, right?

Have you met my sisters?

- Yeah. - Sorry to interrupt.

I just wanted to say goodbye.

- Oh. - And he's right, by the way.

They are a tough act to follow.

But you should take advantage of it.

You could learn a lot from them, too.

Like Sean learned from you?

I wouldn't go that far.

No. No, no. That night of the fire, Sean told me

that being a police officer is like playing ball with Jordan

- or... - Or playing drums for Springsteen.

- Yeah. - Wow. Yeah.

That's a... an old Reagan family saying.

Reminds us to have faith in each other.

Your faith served you well.

Andrea Decker's killer is behind bars.

That's right. And the press--

they are all over

the facial recognition software's vulnerabilities.

Marquís Rawlins was given leniency for cooperating.

He's also gonna be consulting to fix the bugs.

Hey. Great sermon, sir.

- Thank you. - Faith and family.

I couldn't agree more.

Well, as promised, I kept it short enough

that we can still make kickoff.

Care to join us, Danny?

Uh, I have to get back to the hospital.

- But I'd love to take a rain check. - Ah.

So does that mean you'll be around?

I'll be in Boston as long as Sean needs me to be.

Well, BPD could use the help

if you ever want to ride along with Lena.

Really?

What, you think you can keep up, Brooklyn?

Not sure I can keep up with you, Beantown,

but I would definitely give it a try.

I'll see you around.

- Okay. - Okay.

Let's go.

You ready for Sunday dinner?

Guessing no pot roast.

Roast beef sandwiches, best I could do.

All right.

All right, you could say grace.

Bless us, O Lord...

...and these Thy gifts

we are about to receive

from Thy bounty...

...through Christ our Lord. Amen.

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Ain't no place I'd rather be ♪

- We need a doctor. - Hey.

Sean.

- Sean. - ♪ On a rainy day ♪

We need a doctor!

Hey, hey.

It's okay, I'm right here.

That's my kid.

I'm right here.

You hear me?

I'm not going anywhere.

♪ Come alive, come alive ♪

♪ Come with open arms. ♪

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