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SARAH: Danny.

-A word. -Of course.

How you guys holding up?

Ooh. Ask me in a couple hours.

Okay.

Listen, Reagan,

having you on loan from the NYPD has been great.

Okay. Why does that sound like you're breaking up with me?

It's the opposite. I want to make you official.

(sighs)

You know, if I officially accept this,

then that means I have to retire from the NYPD.

It's a big decision.

Having you as a contractor has been great.

But if you could run lead, choose cases,

book your own arrests... that would be better.

I've enjoyed not having to do all the paperwork.

This comes from the fourth floor,

Office of the police commissioner.

BPD is better with you here.

-Think about it. -I will.

(phone vibrates)

That's Lena. She's on her way up. We got a body.

And... thank you.

I know you have a lot going on right now.

Don't go soft on me, Reagan.

I won't.

SARAH: Thanks for calling me back.

I need everything the Department of Corrections

has on inmate

number MA27068913.

Send it all. Everything.

CHANG: Therefore, the conviction in question is overturned.

Mr. Baptiste, you are free to go.

What a mess.

Mae, what good is gonna come out of watching these proceedings?

I'm not gonna run from the consequences

of my decisions, Dad. You taught me that.

This is not your fault.

Yes, it is. I fired Beakman.

A corrupt A.D.A. who abused his job for illegal kickbacks.

Yes, still, but firing him opened the door

to all his cases being reviewed.

I knew it was a risk, but ten convictions overturned so far?

You okay?

Yeah, yeah.

I know it's a tough day for your family.

If you need to sit this one out, you can.

Nah, I need to be here.

-I'm good, promise. -Okay.

LENA: All right, we got a deceased male.

57 years old. Marty Kane.

Homeowner.

Blunt force trauma to the back of the head.

Presumably by his own 9-iron. Dust that for prints

and the cuffs on his wrists.

Get the golf bag while you're at it.

-You sure you're okay? -LENA: You see that?

Looks oily near his elbow.

Wonder what that is.

M.E. will figure it out.

It's a nice place.

Thinking burglary gone wrong?

His watch was stolen, postmortem.

Blood spatter disappears where the watch was.

Most burglars don't kill for a bad score, though, they flee.

But you already know that, don't you?

-True. -You don't need to lob me softballs

as a pick-me-up, Reagan.

Fair enough.

Perp would've brought a typical weapon for a burglary.

-Mm-hmm. -Gun or a knife.

Which, one could presume, that the vic

-knew the perp. -Maybe somebody who knew he wore an expensive watch.

Mo' money, mo' problems.

I'm gonna start a dad joke jar.

Yup, and that's a buck, right there.

-Buck? -(laughs)

WOMAN: Dad? Dad? Where's my dad?!

-Is he here? -DANNY: Whoa, hey, hold on. Hey.

-He's gone. -No!

-Wait, wait... -It's okay.

-What? -LENA: We're gonna have you

take a seat, okay?

Hey, what's your name?

Sienna.

Sienna, we are very sorry.

We are gonna find who did this.

I can't believe this is happening.

Sienna, do you know anyone who would want to hurt your dad?

He's an analyst for the NSA.

His job's very dangerous.

The National Security Agency?

Do you know what he was working on?

He never talked about that stuff. He wasn't allowed.

This officer's gonna ask you a few more questions,

have someone take a look at you,

and we'll catch up with you in minute, okay?

If this guy was killed over classified state secrets...

Then this thing just got a whole lot bigger.

Yeah.

CHANG: The Commonwealth

of Massachusetts v. Ronan Flaherty.

In the matter of the murder of Judge Ben Silver.

Counsel, state your appearances.

Good morning, Your Honor. Nadra Ali for the Commonwealth.

Good morning, Your Honor. Julien Singleton

for the defendant, Mr. Flaherty, who is present.

CHANG: Defense made a motion to vacate

Mr. Flaherty's conviction on the grounds

of prosecutorial misconduct. Commonwealth?

Your Honor, Mr. Flaherty's trial was prosecuted by

the attorney general's office, not by one particular assist...

A.D.A. Ali is tap dancing

around the fact that the indictment was handled by one

of her colleagues, A.D.A. Beakman,

who was fired for criminal misconduct.

And as the filing A.D.A., he handled the witnesses,

the evidence, the discovery, the grand jurors.

We don't know to what extent his criminality affected this case.

ALI: Your Honor, vacating a murder conviction

would be a gross injustice.

Counselors, if there's nothing further,

I'll make my ruling.

Residents of the Commonwealth accused of crimes

Are entitled to due process,

including during the grand jury phase.

And the due process doesn't include

the handling of their case by a corrupt prosecutor.

It is the ruling of this court

that Ronan Flaherty's conviction

is hereby vacated.

The A.G.'s office is of course free to retry the defendant.

In the meantime, I am releasing him.

Mr. Flaherty, you are free to go.

I need to get to my kids.

* *

BPD!

(grunts) Stop!

Hands behind your back, now.

Hey, Silver, chill. Relax.

-Hey, back off, Reagan. -What's the matter with you, man?

The guy who killed my dad is out of jail.

And it's my mom's fault.

* *

Just say yes.

-What are you doing here? -Just say yes.

On our date, you said there's no good Mexican food in Boston.

-'Cause there isn't. -(sighs)

You're so cute yet so stupid.

I mean, there's a Oaxacan spot. Their mole is fire.

-Come on, let's go. Just say yes. -Sadly,

I just got to say no because me and my dad

are looking for an authentic New York slice in Boston,

-so... -Wow.

You New Yorkers are such snobs.

Hey, what's going on?

-It's nothing. -Come on.

It's Jonah.

He's not acting like himself.

He's spiraling, and I'm worried about what he might do.

All right, Sean, do yourself a favor,

and don't get involved in what's going on with him.

Okay? You have to look out for yourself.

-He's my best friend. -No, no, no, I-I get it.

You're looking at a girl who went to prison

because she was helping out her best friend.

-That's a bit different. -(chuckles) Okay.

I guess I'm just saying be careful.

-Yeah. -All right?

You're still gonna give me a ride home, though, right?

-Yes, ma'am. (chuckles) -Okay. Okay. (chuckles)

-So, pizza with dad? -Uh-huh.

You know, I could go for a slice.

Wait, but you don't want Detective Reagan

to meet the ex-con you're dating.

Stop. You know it's not like that.

Things are going good.

Are we really at the,

you know, "meet the parents" part of the relationship?

No, you're right. Okay. It's been a few weeks.

Forget I said anything.

-Shall we? -Oh.

-Oh, yeah, you lead. Come on. -Yes, I lead the way now.

(laughs)

DANNY: Let's see what Boston has to offer.

Ah, ah, ah, ah. What about grace?

Any time two Reagans get together

-for a meal, we're saying grace. -All right.

-In fact, you do the honors. Come on. -Okay.

Bless us, O Lord, for these Thy gifts,

which we are about to receive from Thy bounty.

BOTH: Through Christ our Lord.

Amen.

-I said it. -Barely.

-What do we got here? -We got, uh,

Falcone's and Angulo's.

TikTok says they're supposed to be as good as a New York slice,

but I don't know.

You can't trust these Boston... types.

Look at that flop. Look, it's falling apart.

-This is not pizza. -Not good.

It's pretty bad.

What are you doing?

I got to check the undercarriage.

No flop, no slippage. All right.

Think you're slipping.

Not bad.

By the way, I spoke to your brother.

Pretty cool. He's doing Doctors Without Borders.

Between Jack in Africa and you in Boston,

not sure which is crazier.

I think Jack would say you being a cop is crazier.

-Speaking of, how's Jonah? -Not great.

Ronan Flaherty getting out and all that,

he's, uh, he's taking it pretty hard.

I tried being there for him, but...

But he said he needed space?

-Yeah. -Lena said

-the same thing. -Think it was the right move,

-skipping Shabbat? -Yeah.

Sometimes, family's got to be with family.

What do we do, moving forward?

Your grandfather would say, "Space is for astronauts.

Partners ride close."

So, just be there for Jonah as best you can

and I'll do the same for Lena.

Speaking of which,

you gonna take that BPD badge?

I don't know.

Things are working out good the way they are

with me contracting. I got time for you, and, you know.

We'll see.

Eat your pizza.

MAE: Don't know the last time it was this quiet at the table.

Remember vegan Shabbat?

I understand this is crushing.

For all the families affected.

It's okay, Mom.

We know it was a really hard choice.

I will rebuild these cases. I will.

I'll do everything I can.

And considering the, uh,

conflict of interest,

the state's attorney general's office will continue

to handle Ronan Flaherty's case.

I'm already looking into his known associates,

prior offenses.

That's proactive. That's great.

(scoffs) It's half her fault anyway.

-Excuse me? -What?

JONAH: Sarah's the one who told everyone

that Mom had a crooked A.D.A. in the first place.

I couldn't just turn a blind eye to criminal activity.

-That's right. -You couldn't or wouldn't?

Well, I hope this isn't how you do your job,

or we have a bigger problem.

What was more important-- solving some random case

or keeping Dad's killer in jail?

LENA: Okay, listen,

-everybody's emotions are valid. -Lena,

spare me the woosah crap.

-Hey, hang on a second. -SARAH: You are not the only one

who lost Dad, Jonah.

-We all did. -Then why does it feel like I'm the only person

-that actually cares?! -Wow.

You should've done more.

Aren't you some big-shot

superintendent? Isn't that your job?

MAE: Okay, I don't like

what I'm hearing at the table right now.

This is not the character of children that I raised.

That your father raised.

To make easy choices when morals are on the line?

-(scoffs) -No.

Right is right. Wrong is wrong.

The law is the law.

-I can't change that. -JONAH: You lied to us.

You said that everything was gonna be fine.

And it's not.

Dad would've found another way.

-Oh... -Jonah.

-You need to stop. -JONAH: He never would've

done this to her. He never would've done this to you.

Enough.

You need to apologize.

It's okay, Dad. It's all right.

-Screw this. -MAE: Jonah.

Jonah.

(door opens)

(door closes)

All right. Be alert out there. Dismissed.

-Sarge? -What is it, Silver?

Permission to swap routes with Hemingway and Muñoz, sir.

KARIM: You want to patrol Bromley-Heath?

That's a rough route. Why?

Chance to expand patrol knowledge, sir.

KARIM: Appreciate the hustle, Silver.

Request granted. Stay sharp.

Let Hemingway and Muñoz know on your way.

Thank you, sir.

Hey.

-Everything okay? -Yeah, it's great.

We're on Bromley-Heath now.

Wait, why the change?

Sarge paints my nails and tells me his deepest thoughts,

Sean, I don't know. Sergeant's orders.

Hey, man.

Look, I know you and your family

are going through a tough time right now,

but if you need somebody to talk to...

We're all Gucci. I don't need a Reagan sermon right now.

I'm good.

Hemingway. Muñoz.

What's up?

* *

DANNY: No, but seriously, on a scale of one to--

I don't know-- the Jets defense, how bad did it go at Shabbat?

-You don't even want to know. -Really?

-LENA: Yeah. -That bad. Okay.

Well, if you need to vent or talk to someone, I'm here.

LENA: Well, I don't want to be worrying about you

-worrying about me. -Fair enough.

LENA: You know, when you told me that you had a lead

that was gonna cheer me up after last night,

this is the last place I expected you to bring me.

DANNY: It'll be worth it. I reached out

to an old Marine buddy whose with the NSA.

Hey.

-Princess! -Pinky!

-Look at you. You look like a million bucks. -You too.

Detective Lena Silver.

Agent Stephen Owen.

Or, as he was known in boot camp, Princess.

Wow. Well, nice to meet you, Princess.

Well, I had the best hair in the platoon.

Still got the best hair in the platoon. Sheesh.

Well, now, I got to know why Danny was named Pinky.

-Oh, that's a good one. -DANNY: Classified.

We don't talk about that.

(laughs)

Princess was actually the brains of the platoon,

and was assigned intelligence specialist M.O.S.

Danny was the brawn, assigned Rifleman

M.O.S. One hell of a shot.

Wow. So then, if you were the brains

and you were the brawn, who was the beauty?

OWEN and DANNY: Winkleman.

Yeah.

Why this place of all places for us to meet?

-All you can eat chicken buffet. -DANNY: Oh. Noted.

You guys had asked me about my analyst, Marty.

Killed in his own home with his own golf club

to the back of the head.

Yeah, and he was having money troubles. Salary deposits

stopped couple of weeks ago.

Did Marty quit the agency or was he fired?

OWEN: No. Neither.

Suspended without pay.

You know, Marty was a respected SIGINT analyst.

Signals intelligence.

And he got suspended for transporting

Top secret/sensitive compartmented information

out of the SCIF, which... that's a no-no.

-Espionage? -OWEN: No. Heartbreak.

Marty was lonely after his wife died.

Started jotting cyphers

of classified intel in newspaper crosswords

to solve on his own at home.

Any threats to Marty?

Maybe connected to the intel he compromised?

OWEN: Well, that's why we are here.

Marty was key to foiling any Russian-led

cyberterrorism attacks,

and there was chatter that a foreign national

was onto him.

Nikolai Romanov.

He's a regular.

So we're not just here for the wings?

Should've said legs and thighs.

I think that's a buck in the dad joke jar.

MAE: Next overturned case, let's go.

ALI: Clete Baptiste. 42.

Rideshare driver convicted of assault on a passenger,

Hazel Iman. 20.

What's the problem with retrying the case?

Well, the victim is terrified of facing him in court again

and she doesn't trust us now.

All right, check prior offenses.

Sexual predators usually escalate.

-Excuse me. -On it.

What's up?

Press is calling you Miss Conduct.

I know, it's so clever. That's not why you're here.

I'm assuming your office got my requests?

Indeed.

Search warrants, bench warrants, arrest warrants.

You've pulled every open warrant

tied to the housing projects where Ronan Flaherty grew up.

BPD has a duty to police all parts of Boston.

Bromley-Heath housing projects included.

I recognize a warrant day when I see one, Sarah.

It is entirely legal.

You're toeing the line of BPD bias,

given that Ronan Flaherty...

Killed Dad?

I am superintendent,

and I intend to keep criminals off the streets.

If these arrests

happen to shake intel that land Ronan Flaherty

back in prison, good.

That's why my office is prepared to prosecute

every single case that you can build off of your warrants.

Don't let me regret it.

* *

Excuse us, ladies.

Nikolai Romanov? Police. We want to ask you a few questions.

-Yeah, we just want to talk. -Okay.

We're investigating the murder of Marty Kane.

You know him?

Knife!

(all grunting)

* I like it like that, yes *

* I like it like that *

* I like it like that *

* I like it like that *

* I like it like that, yes, I like it like... *

-Still got it. -Hoorah.

All right, get him up.

-Up, up, up, up, up. -Come on.

(all grunt)

Nikolai, why did you kill Marty Kane?

What? No. I was helping Marty.

I gave him counterintelligence.

You were working for Marty?

Then why the knife? Why didn't you just answer our questions?

NIKOLAI: You say Marty is dead.

I thought VolkNet send you to kill me too.

-VolkNet? -Eh... (sighs)

Just...

Oh, Russian cyberterrorists.

-They order Marty's death? -NIKOLAI: They send me

to follow Marty, but Marty was a... cool guy.

I like him, so I help.

I actually love America.

So you didn't kill Marty last night?

-No. I was on plane from Moscow. -DANNY: Okay,

Eastern Promises. You're still under arrest for assault

-with a deadly weapon. Let's go. -Whoa, whoa.

OWEN: All right, agency confirmed

Nikolai's alibi.

-He's cleared. -Great.

Airline records put him on a flight

at the time of Marty's murder, so

this doesn't look like

a national security incident after all.

-No, it doesn't. -The NSA,

we don't investigate homicides.

-Right. -This is as far as I take it.

-I appreciate the help. We'll take it from here. -All right.

Brains and brawn. I got something.

The M.E. report confirms C.O.D., blunt force trauma to the head,

but that oily substance on Marty, mica

coated with titanium dioxide in safflower seed oil.

Oh. What does that mean in English?

(chuckles) It's most likely body shimmer oil

with trace DNA from

an unidentified individual, a female.

Well, perhaps our killer was a female

-wearing some fancy body oil. -OWEN: Looks like I led you

to the right strip club for the wrong reasons.

Sounds like his bachelor party.

-That sounds gross. -DANNY: It was gross.

Yeah. Well, look, I mean, Marty was lonely after his wife died.

If he was doing intel drops with Nikolai at a strip club,

maybe he met a girl.

DANNY: Yeah, and Nikolai and Marty were close,

so Nikolai would probably know who that girl was.

Why don't I go up and talk to him, see if I can't get a name.

All right.

-I'll see you around, Pinky. -Yeah.

I need that story.

That's classified.

Connell Welsh.

Slinging oxy is a violation of your parole.

You know, this ain't right, lady.

I mean, you picked up damn near every guy in Bromley-Heath.

Only the ones with open warrants.

Now, you got any intel for me

or should I move on to the next guy?

Maybe he gives me something on you.

Unless you know Ronan Flaherty.

-I ain't a snitch. -Not yet.

The prison phone records.

You called your buddy Ronan every other week.

Is that illegal?

Did he ever discuss the murder

he was put away for on any of those calls?

Last year, a judge was gunned down

on the courthouse steps.

Ronan Flaherty pulled the trigger. Why?

Can't tell you what I don't know.

You two were close.

Grew up in the same projects. The streets talk.

That judge was my father.

Look...

all's I can say is

you should be talking to Grady Malone, not me.

Grady Malone? Who's Grady Malone?

-(door opens) -SINGLETON: My client's done talking.

I didn't hire a lawyer.

Oh, I've been hired to represent you.

From whom? Who hired you?

SINGLETON: Attorney-client privilege.

I need the room.

Thanks for coming in, Aurora.

Just have a couple questions for you.

You guys caused a lot of trouble with that Russian guy.

I don't need that kind of static at work.

Oh, well, sorry if we caused you any difficulty, Aurora Foxe.

Right? Is that your professional name?

I am a performer.

Want my real name, you can take me to dinner first.

(laughs)

Did you know him? That Russian guy?

Not more than any other girl.

He came in a lot. Not a great tipper.

Bet you're a big tipper, Detective.

Comrade says you danced a lot for this man.

You know him?

Yeah, that's Marty.

You ever dance for Marty at his house?

I don't do those kind of shows.

At least not yet.

When's the last time you saw Marty?

What does Marty got to do with this?

We're investigating his murder,

that's what he has to do with this.

Murder?

Oh, my God.

H-He was at the club a couple days ago.

-Thursday. -DANNY: Was Marty there

-to see you on Thursday? -AURORA: No.

Marty used to be a regular of mine,

but he took a shine to a new girl

-and only ever spent money on her. -LENA: Oh, yeah?

Who is that?

Not helping us is not gonna help her. Who is it?

Lexi Starr. She's working tonight.

Then we'll head back to the club.

-Little eager there, Detective. -I'm a fan.

Of the all you can eat chicken.

* Give me the guap, give me the guap *

* I set the rules, I set the rules *

* Give me the guap, give me the guap... *

We're investigating the death of Marty Kane.

How did you know him?

Wait, Marty's dead?

He is.

He was just, like, one of my regulars at the club.

So you never danced at his house or anything like that?

Sometimes he would hire me for private dances, off-site.

So you did dance for him at his house?

When's the last time you did that?

Yesterday.

-Yesterday. -LENA: Want to come down to the station,

make a formal statement?

Okay.

Am I in trouble?

We'll see.

DANNY: Hold on.

"To Dad. Love, Sienna."

-That's Marty's watch. -Where'd you get this?

No. That's not mine. I didn't put that in there.

Where did you get it?

-I didn't put it there. -LENA: Give me your bag.

Dead man's watch was found in your locker, Lexi.

You're coming with us.

-LEXI: It's not... -Let's go.

SEAN: All right.

JONAH: I'm hungry.

You hungry? You run in there, order us something?

Why? This place was your idea.

Are you good, man? What's going on?

I was a jerk to my mom on Shabbat,

and I've got to call her and apologize.

-And I can't do that with you. -Yeah.

No, sure. I get it.

Appreciate you.

Ronan Flaherty.

Ah, ah.

Silver.

-This ain't your turf. -JONAH: I'm BPD now.

Entire city's my turf.

Freedom. I plan on enjoying it.

Yeah, don't get used to it.

I'm gonna be like your shadow from now on.

You take one step out of line,

I'm sending your ass straight back to prison.

You keep talking, I'll send you home crying to your daddy.

-Don't. -Oh, that's right. I can't.

I already took care of him.

BPD! Move! BPD!

(whistles) Get back.

JONAH: No, no, no, no! No.

I threw the first punch.

Get out of here before I change my mind.

-Go! -Ronan, come on.

The hell are you doing, huh?

You lying about changing routes,

about being on the phone with your mom,

just so you can come out here and get your ass beat?

He killed my dad, man.

He needs to know that I'm on his ass.

-Why didn't you just tell me that? -'Cause I knew you'd say no.

We're rookies on probation!

You're gonna get us fired or worse, killed.

Exactly why I didn't say anything.

We're supposed to be partners.

LENA: How long have you been working at Filmore's?

-A few weeks. -DANNY: Can you

confirm your whereabouts last night, Lexi?

Yeah, I was at Marty's for... a dance.

And then I was just at home.

DANNY: Just at home alone, we're assuming?

Yeah, I was alone.

Did Marty ever get rough with you?

Like, you went over for a dance, things went south?

What? No. Marty wasn't like that.

Marty was just kind of lonely.

But he was sweet.

Can you explain why his watch was found in your locker?

-I don't know. -You don't know?

I don't know. It doesn't make sense.

Lexi, come on. We need you to be honest with us.

We processed your prints.

They're the same prints found on the handcuffs

around Marty's wrists.

When we found him dead.

We used those cuffs for, like, fun.

I didn't kill Marty.

I swear. Please.

Do you wear body oil when you're dancing?

A lot of girls do.

I wear shea butter because body oils have seed oils

in them, and I'm allergic. Why?

(clears throat)

A concerned civilian reported

an officer-involved fistfight.

ID'd your patrol vehicle at the scene,

and yet you two didn't file an incident report.

I take full accountability, ma'am.

You're quiet. Bromley-Heath?

Same neighborhood Ronan Flaherty grew up in.

I didn't go there to fight him.

Like that excuses your actions?

That badge is a privilege. Not a free pass

-to do whatever the hell you want. -At least I'm doing something.

I am investigating Ronan Flaherty's history.

His connection with prior crimes.

Yeah? And how's that going?

While you're pushing papers, he's out.

You put yourself in danger.

Your partner in danger. That is reckless

and selfish. If you were not my brother,

you would be on disciplinary leave,

and I am not sure I won't change my mind.

To make matters worse,

Ronan Flaherty is pressing harassment charges against you.

Reagan, finish the day on a desk. Officer Silver, go home.

* *

I miss him, too.

Sarah called.

Everyone's worried.

How'd you know I was here?

God.

And I...

checked your location.

Grandpa, I'm sorry about Shabbat.

Yeah.

It's not me you should apologize to.

But you already know that.

After your father died,

you tried to be strong.

But grief ungrieved

keeps you from what's beneath it.

Love.

Let the pain out

or risk losing yourself to it.

Jonah.

You lost your father, son.

And that man loved you something mighty.

It's okay, it's okay, it's okay.

(sniffles)

You come here to make me cry?

I came here to check on you.

And to be sure you hear me.

All this--

Ronan Flaherty--

revenge is not the answer.

It's not revenge.

It's justice.

Oh. Justice.

That's His job.

You,

you got to be in the right place

to see it when it comes.

* *

(both chuckle)

Twix?

Grandpa has Jonah.

He'll be okay.

(sighs)

I know that face.

-Talk to me. -(sighs)

Connell Welsh said if I wanted to know

why Ronan Flaherty really killed Dad,

talk to Grady Malone.

Grady Malone is dead.

Has been for almost a year.

Connell knew that.

So Connell led you to a dead man.

-Mm-hmm. -Why?

Grady Malone

was set to be a key witness against the Red Saints.

-The Irish gang. -Uh-huh.

I've seen this guy.

He was at Ronan Flaherty's original trial for killing Dad.

Why was someone from the Irish gang at Dad's trial?

My guess-- Connell was implying

that Ronan Flaherty killing Dad had something to do...

With the Red Saints?

This whole time, we thought that the motive was revenge

for Dad ruling on Ronan Flaherty's juvie drug case.

What is your next move?

I'm not sure yet.

But I am gonna find a way to put Ronan Flaherty back in prison.

You and Jonah-- two sides to the same stubborn coin.

You're just like Dad.

You know, with everything going on,

I just want to talk to him.

Hear his voice.

"Good thing about being a Silver."

BOTH: "There's always a silver lining." (chuckle)

That morning, we were supposed to have breakfast, but...

...I got busy at work.

If I hadn't bailed,

he wouldn't have been on those court steps

-and he would still be alive. -Sarah, no, no.

Oh.

It's not your fault.

Hey.

Dad wouldn't want you blaming yourself either.

-Sarah, you've been carrying this all alone? -Hmm.

You would have.

I might be the oldest,

but you're the one always taking care of us.

I think it's easier to focus on saving the family,

solving cases...

...than it is to face your own feelings.

Dad wouldn't have wanted that either.

Maybe this is the silver lining.

(Danny sighs)

How's the Silver family doing?

We're gonna make it through.

Yeah. Good.

You know, you been a good partner.

And I've been shutting you out.

'Cause apparently I'm better at saving than being saved.

Is that you talking

or is it the candy?

(laughs)

You know, having needs doesn't make you needy, partner.

Just makes you human.

You know, the night before I shipped out for boot camp,

some wise guy was being very disrespectful to my sister.

And, allegedly,

I punched him in the face and broke his nose.

Now, there are no witnesses to corroborate this story,

but I did wake up the next morning with a broken...

pinky.

Wow.

And I thought that story was classified.

Well, I thought you should know.

I always have my family's back.

And my partner's, too.

Does that mean you're gonna take the BPD badge Sarah offered?

Honestly, I...

haven't made a decision yet.

Could lead investigations.

Yeah. I would.

-I'll still be Sherlock, of course. -Course you'd still be Sherlock.

-And that's okay, because I really like being Batman. -(laughs)

-That's right. -You know, I've been thinking about this case.

There was no DNA on the golf club or fingerprints,

but there was on the handcuffs.

Hmm. That's right.

And why would Lexi wipe the club but not the cuffs?

Makes no sense.

Now, Lexi's only been at the club for a few weeks.

But Marty's financials had ATM withdrawals

going back a few months.

And Aurora said he was one of her best clients.

Until a new starlet caught his eye.

If Lexi is being framed,

it's pretty likely that Aurora is the one doing the framing.

She had a lot to say.

She also pointed us right at Lexi.

We got the DNA from the body oil,

but we have to get Aurora's DNA match to confirm it.

I have an idea,

but I think I should roll solo on this one.

Okay.

* It's me and my bestie *

* We gonna rock out *

* Double-fisting stacks of cash *

* Standing on your new couch *

* It's late, 'cause when you do the math *

* We party like it's lights out *

* It gets so hot, so hot, they say I really need a cooldown *

* That water on me dripping, had me good through the draw *

* All my Dougies started hitting... *

Hi, Detective.

-Hey. Aurora. -All the girls

are really shaken over Lexi.

-Ah. -Did she really do it?

Kill Marty?

Let's just say we probably won't see Lexi

dancing onstage anytime soon.

So what brings you back in, Detective?

Honestly, I...

You can call me Danny.

And I was...

coming to see about...

your offer from before.

I'd love to show my appreciation for Boston's Finest.

Right.

Can I buy you a drink first, Danny?

Sure.

* Two guns, two chains, pick up the sex, baby boy... *

I'm sorry. How rude of me.

-Please. -(chuckles)

Shirley Temple?

If you want to buy me a drink,

there's a champagne room.

What exactly happens in the champagne room?

Just a chance for me to really...

show off what I can do.

Okay.

I am intrigued.

Shall we go to the VIP?

But I'm not sure I can actually afford you.

Yeah.

If I'm being honest.

Ooh.

Detective.

I'm just full of tricks.

(chuckles softly)

(click)

Kinky.

Actually, you're under arrest.

-What is this? -Phone records

put you in the vicinity of Marty's house

right around his time of death,

just after Lexi finished her house call.

Body oil found on Marty

will match the DNA I just got from you on this cherry stem.

Nice party trick, though.

(gasps)

VolkNet? You're with the Russians.

You're crazy.

No, you're crazy.

Let me guess-- you overheard Nikolai and Marty talking

and exchanging intelligence.

In Russian.

-Right? -Nikolai was a traitor to VolkNet.

Marty was an easy mark.

Always here working on his ciphers

like no one here was smart enough to notice.

Crossword puzzles.

You broke into Marty's house to get the ciphers.

He found you. You hit him over the head with a golf club

and killed him.

Why steal the watch?

(speaks Russian)

-What? -It is a listening device.

Come on.

Nobody needs to know.

Let me go.

I'll do anything you want.

Nah.

You can tell it to your cellmate instead.

I'm spoken for.

SARAH: Well, I did some digging, and I found out

that Ronan Flaherty didn't just grow up on Red Saints turf--

he is a Red Saint.

Not only that--

I ran into a brick wall with that lawyer from Becker & Wolfe.

Why is somebody protecting these guys?

Someone wealthy doesn't want the Red Saints to do any jail time.

Question is who.

* *

Uh, Jonah's not coming.

Maybe he just needed some time alone.

No, something's wrong. I can feel it.

He's a grown man, Sean, all right?

You're not responsible for his bad decisions.

No, but I have to look out for my partner.

Tell me you're not serious, okay?

The same partner who screwed you today?

It wasn't that bad.

No, you could've gotten hurt.

Or worse.

All right? And let-let's just be honest--

if his sister wasn't your boss,

you'd probably be out of a job right now.

-Maybe, but still. -Please. If Jonah's

running towards disaster, don't chase him there.

-I have to. -Why?

'Cause he's done it for me.

I got to find him.

Okay?

Okay.

But, come on, I'll take you home first.

I'm fine.

Just go.

Be safe.

Okay.

See you later. All right?

A listening device.

Can't believe this was in Marty's watch.

-NSA's gonna want that for sure. -Yeah, they are.

Detectives.

I got your voicemail.

Thank you for coming down, Sienna.

Aurora Kozlova's DNA was a match

to the DNA found on the body oil at the crime scene.

So the D.A.'s office is charging Aurora with murder.

Thank you.

The both of you.

I believe this belongs to you.

Of course,

without the bug the Russians planted on it.

Your dad wore that every day, you know.

I was nine.

Helped my mom pick this out for my dad.

She surprised the both of us by having it engraved.

"To Dad. Love, Sienna."

If only we could go back.

LENA: But your dad knew you loved him.

Says so right there.

Thank you, guys.

Okay.

You know, your last name's Silver,

but it may as well be Gold.

'Cause that's what your heart is.

(gasps) Oh.

That's a buck.

-Oh. -(snorts)

(laughing)

-Hey. Detectives. -What's wrong? -Hey.

I was supposed to meet Jonah at Bosco's.

-He never showed. -What do you mean?

I sent him a text. I called.

I checked his location.

-What? -His phone's off.

He's looking for Ronan Flaherty.

-I know it. -Wait a minute.

I thought the reverend handled Jonah.

-I don't know. -Oh, my God, what if he's hurt?

Okay, let me call the family.

Put out a BOLO on Jonah's vehicle. Go ahead.

Hey. I need a BOLO for a blue Ford Mustang.

Mass plate three-bravo-kilo-Quebec...

Zulu-eight.

* *

Hit on the BOLO. Jonah's car spotted in Mattapan.

What in the world, Jonah?

-That's his car. Right there. -Oh...

Jonah!

Where's 7421?

Right there.

(gunshots in distance)

LENA: Oh! No.

Got to split up.

Sean, go left.

-I'll go ground. -I'm going up.

Clear.

Anything?

No, no sign of Jonah.

SEAN: Dad!

Jonah.

I'm sorry. I...

What did you do?

DANNY: Jonah, I'm gonna need you to holster

that weapon and hand it over.

And I think I'm gonna need that Boston badge after all.

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