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This is Connor. Leave a message.

Connor, this is
Detective Silver. Where are you?

Dispatch, Oscar 803.

Go, 803.

Shots fired, alley off
West Broadway and Athens.

Send me a patrol supervisor
and some units.

Copy.

Connor.

Oscar 803.

Show me at C Street. One vic,

multiple GSWs.
Not conscious, not breathing.

Send H&H.

Suspect heading west
in alley towards B.

Redirect units. I'm in pursuit.

I can't believe you say you
don't like St. Patrick's Day.

Where's Lena?

She needs to hear this.

You don't like St. Paddy's Day?

I'm not saying that
I don't like St. Paddy's Day.

That's not what I'm saying.
I'm saying

it's just the parade.
It's a nightmare.

Oh, what the hell, Jonah?

I'm overseeing
operations this year.

You trying to jinx me?

Of course not. I'm sorry.

That's not
what I'm trying to say.

What I mean is,
you know how bad the parade

- can get.
- How can you say that?

That's like the best part
of the holiday.

Yes, even as a native
New Yorker, I can admit,

it is the one thing that Boston

actually has over New York

is a great St. Patrick's Day
parade.

People come from all over

the world to see your parade.

And that's the problem.

- You people...
- "You people"?

- "You people"?
- Okay.

- Okay.
- "You people"?

Wait a minute, "You pe..."
This is your friend talking.

You know
that's not what I meant.

- I didn't mean it like that.
- I don't know what you meant.

What I was trying to say

is I'm sick of non-Bostonians,

coming here, like you two

lovely gentlemen,
coming to my city

and tearing it up every year.

Okay, so you're saying

two Irishmen
don't belong in Boston?

- You've got a point.
- Thank you.

- But so does my little brother.
- Thank you.

Why do you think our mom
schedules her girls' trip

every St. Patrick's Day weekend?

To get away from you people.

Okay, I'm doubling down.

I'm just gonna say it again.

I can settle this.
You guys have never had

a proper St. Patrick's
celebration. That's the problem.

- That.
- Family all together,

Mom's coddle with tripe.
She only made it

- St. Patrick's Day.
- Yes.

You're eating the cow's stomach.
That's-that's disgusting.

- No.
- Not when my mom made it.

One year, after she passed,

my aunt tried making the dish,

and, uh,

- that was disgusting.
- Wasn't that bad.

Okay, it was

a culinary hate crime,
but we can't let cow guts

ruin a wonderful tradition
like St. Patrick's Day

in the Reagan family household.

In fact, next year, if you
give us the weekend off...

- Don't hold your breath.
- I won't hold my breath,

but if you do,

you come down to Brooklyn.
I guarantee you,

within two minutes,
you'll fall in love

with St. Patrick's Day,
and the Reagans' traditions,

and, most of all, the parade.

Lena, when
are you gonna get here?

- These Brooklyn boys...
- Yeah, we miss you!

See?

Yeah.

Hold on.

A volunteer
on my parade security committee

was just murdered
at the staging area.

I'm gonna go there now.

Do me a favor,
track down the coordinator,

see if you can find out
what the hell

- they were doing out there.
- I'm on it.

Thank you.

Hey.

- How you holding up?
- I'm fine, thank God.

Except for the whole
suspect getting away part.

Connor Fahey.

You knew him?

So, I talked
to him a little bit,

after I ran drills
for the team last week.

- Mm-hmm.
- Asked a million questions,

I gave him my cell.

Is there any reason he would've
been out here at this hour?

We don't have another security
meeting until tomorrow morning.

- So what happened?
- I'm headed to Shabbat,

and he texts me that

there's some emergency
down here,

near the parade staging area.

He wants to meet in the alley
off of West Broadway.

By the time I arrive,
shots are going off.

Hey, Brian Rodgers.
The hell happened?

Why is your boyfriend here?

He is not my boyfriend.

Rodgers and I are dating.

It's exclusive but casual.

Yeah, that's called a boyfriend.

Superintendent. Hey.

I heard what happened. You okay?

Yeah, I'm good.

You, uh, come all the way
to Southie to ask me that?

Well, yeah.
And to see your face.

Hate to interrupt
the vibe, but you know,

dead guy in a car.

- Yeah, sorry.
- Of course.

Need a pair of, uh, extra hands?

Sure, yeah.

So, two GSWs to the sternum,

one to the lower back.

Looks like he was being chased
to the car when bam,

first hit happens here.

He bleeds
all the way to the front seat.

And he must've been
pretty bad by then,

'cause he didn't drive off.
Suspect arrives,

double taps him, and
check out the tight grouping.

They know
their way around a gun.

Yep, they sure do.

Let's see what we got.

Looks like
the victim's blood on a marker.

It also looks like
he left a message

before the suspect
landed the kill shots.

"O-S-Z."

- Any idea what that means?
- No,

but maybe next of kin will.

I'll handle notification.

Uh, you are definitely the boss,

but... it's me
and Danny's case, right?

You know how rowdy

this parade has gotten
over the last few years?

Uh-huh.

My mandate is to bring
an end to all of that.

How's it look like
I'm doing so far?

And I've got
people to answer to,

so yes,
it is your and Danny's case,

but I'm taking an interest.

Understood.

Well, then
you won't mind if, uh,

Danny joins you
for the interview?

In the meantime, I'll grab
some unis and start canvassing.

I can canvass with you too,
if you want.

Okay.

Well, you two enjoy
your crime scene date night.

Thank you.

Ma'am.

You're just a hater, bro.

You haven't given me

one good reason why you don't
like the St. Paddy's parade.

Okay. Hypocrisy.

Elaborate please.

The parade,

the entire weekend,
it's just an excuse

to be a drunken,
inconsiderate imbecile.

I mean, you're-you're Catholic.
Tell me,

didn't St. Patrick
stand for virtue and...

getting the snakes
out of Ireland?

Well, the snake thing
isn't true.

Oh, right, it was rats.

That's the Pied Piper,
and he's not even a real person.

St. Patrick spread Christianity

throughout Ireland and
championed modern engineering.

So that is what we should be
celebrating. Not leprechauns

and getting your whiskey on.

I mean, I'm a Black Jew
in Boston.

It's not easy,
so faith and tradition,

they mean something to me,
even if they're not my own.

Wow. Gonna have to
nominate you for sainthood.

St. Jonah, patron saint
of St. Patrick's Day.

I'm serious.

Honoring our holidays
honors our history.

You cannot tell me that
that parade honors yours.

I didn't know
your brother well, but

I can tell he was a good guy.

The best.

When Ma died, I was only 16.

Connor dropped out of college
to look out for me.

And now it's your turn
to look out for him.

Help us find who did this.

Your brother

said there was
an emergency on the parade site,

but nobody on
the security committee

knew what he was talking about.

You have any idea
what he was talking about?

I don't know,
but he was working a case.

What do you mean,
"he was working a case"?

Some kind of amateur
police investigation?

That was kind of Connor's thing.
He loved cops.

Everything about you guys.
I mean,

his whole life,
all he ever wanted

was to join the Boston PD.

He just couldn't
pass the physical,

but he still had that itch,

so sometimes he'd,
you know, look into things.

What things? Anything connected
to the St. Patrick's Day parade?

All I know

is that Connor had
the tail of something big,

Superintendent.
And when he got

real proof,
he was gonna give it to you.

Before Connor died,

he wrote this. "O-S-Z."

That mean anything to you?

No.

You said your brother
was working a case,

doing an investigation.

Do you know if he kept
any records, files,

anything that could
be helpful to us?

I'm not sure,

but if he did,

it'd be on this.

Do you know his passcode?

Uh, no. I...

I'm gonna get this to
the Cyber Crime Unit.

They won't be able to crack
the code, but you never know.

You never do.

- Any luck?
- Yes.

Rodgers and I found
a witness who saw Connor

and some guy yelling
at each other in the alley

off of West Broadway around
the time of the shooting.

So maybe this guy
pulled out a gun

- to end the argument?
- Exactly.

He didn't
get a good look at him,

but he said he was
driving a blue pickup truck.

So you're scrubbing nearby
traffic cams looking for it.

Smart. So, maybe
Connor knew the shooter.

- Yeah, maybe.
- Damn it, if we could only crack

the code of this thing.

You know, about that.

We thought that he was
leaving us a message

before he died by writing down

the letters "O-S-Z"
on the car seat.

But what if "O-S-Z"
is actually numbers

0-5-2, which is part
of the incomplete passcode

- to his iPad? It's a theory.
- Maybe.

And the passcode
has eight digits,

which means we only
need the last five.

- I know what it is.
- You do?

- He loved Boston PD, right?
- Yeah.

He wanted to be one of us.

So his code, 0-5-2-6...

- 1854.
- 1854.

What do those numbers mean?

So, if Connor was a superfan...

- Mm-hmm.
- ...of the oldest and greatest police force

in these here United States...

Greatest would be the NYPD.

Eh, Boston PD...

...was founded

May 26,

- 1854.
-1854.

- Would you look at that?
- And look at that.

A video titled,

"The St. Patrick's Day
Parade Investigation."

I don't know how you two do it.

When my investigation
first began,

I had no idea
it would lead to this.

I mean, a terrorist attack

against the St. Patrick's Day parade.

This-this is huge.
As soon as I

complete tonight's surveillance,
ID the suspects,

I'll bring my findings
to Superintendent Silver.

This is the most important
thing I've ever done in my life.

That's it?

The most important thing
he's ever done in his life,

he hasn't told us
one thing about

the terrorist attacks
or the mopes who planned it.

They must've
caught him snooping around,

getting on to their plans.
That's why they shot him.

Any credible terrorist threats
in your security briefing?

We've received dozens of
threats, which is standard

for an event like this,
but each one

was investigated
and quickly ruled a hoax.

Well, we can't do that here.

Not with our sole witness
lying in the morgue

with three bullet holes.

You know what this means, Sarah.

There's a credible threat

against the St. Patrick's Day
parade.

Yeah, and we got less than
48 hours to stop it.

When have I ever needed
your help solving a case?

Even when we were partners,
you were just

my sidekick.
A very pretty sidekick.

I'm kidding, I'm kidding.

I gotta go.

- Thank you.
- Flirting with your boyfriend

on company time, doesn't that
violate your "no PDA" policy?

Wow.

First of all,

Rodgers is... Wait, you've been
gossiping with my sister.

I would never
snitch on your sister.

Well, I will tell you
like I told her,

Rodgers is not my boyfriend.

But does he know that?

Yes, of course.
We're just dating.

Well, then,
sorry I brought it up.

Well, now you gotta spit it out.
Come with it.

No, I'm changing the subject now

so I don't get
in trouble with you.

Look, Rodgers is happy
with us taking things slow.

Well, maybe he's happy
that you're happy

taking things slowly.

All right. I heard he showed up
at the crime scene last night

for a long time just
to catch a few minutes

with you.

I'll meet you all in my office.

Superintendent,

how did
the emergency meeting go?

We're beefing up
parade security.

A terrorist threat and that's
all the top brass came up with?

Watch it, Danny.
I still have tactical command,

which includes
the nuclear option.

Canceling the parade?

I will if I have to.

You'll be the most hated person
in Boston.

I'll live.

And so will everyone else,
which is kind of the point.

Let's make sure we don't
have to cancel the parade.

Look at that.

Blue pickup truck.

Finally. Let's see what we got.

Registered to a Floyd Conkel.

Multiple arrests.

Two for assault,

one for unregistered firearms.

So, he's one of those
sovereign citizens.

He has a lot
of anti-government affiliations.

All the makings
of a domestic terrorist.

- Go get him.
- We're on it.

And last but not least,

brace yourselves for the hell

that is
St. Patrick's Day weekend.

Sarge,

with all due respect,
other than a few

drunken calls about
leprechaun sightings,

how bad can it really be?

Listen, rookie,

it's like the Fourth of July
and New Year's Eve

are having a baby

on a Super Bowl Sunday

where the Patriots win.

Is there any chance
that we get assigned

to a car wash detail
in the motor pool?

No such luck, Silver.

All right,
take care of yourselves.

Take care of your partner.

And most important, take care
of the people of Boston.

All right? Get outta here.

You know, I almost
let all your parade bashing

- get to me last night...
- Good.

...until I realized
you were wrong.

Because despite
the parade's flaws,

okay, it brings people together.

And, yeah,
that might make a mess,

but it's worth it.

Sean, I don't know if that's the
dumbest thing you've ever said,

but it's definitely top five.
It's up there.

Listen, man,
I love that holiday.

It's my favorite, and I'm not
gonna let you ruin it for me.

It's my first time spending it
away from home, okay?

So give this Irishman
some grace.

Fine.

It's like that one guy said.

"Everyone is Irish

on the 17th o' March."

Okay.

Hey, love the enthusiasm.
Hate the accent.

Never do that again.

Thought it was pretty good.

We're just gonna have
a little chat, Mr. Conkel.

Take a seat.

You got no authority over me.
I'm a sovereign de jure citizen.

No, you're an idiot.

Now sit down before

I slap the cuffs back on you
and sit you down myself.

Sit down.

I'm not subject to your laws,
all right?

Oh, yeah?

Even murder?

Is that Connor?

After someone put
three bullets in him.

No, no, no, I didn't do this.

A witness saw you two having
a screaming match in the alley

near where he was gunned down.

- That was a business dispute.
- What business is that?

- Plotting domestic terror attacks?
- What?

No, no, no, no. Hell no, no.

Look, I'm done
talking to you, okay?

Mr. Conkel, you're

a sovereign citizen,
but you do realize

you're about to become a citizen

of the Department
of Corrections if you don't

start answering her questions.

Okay, look,
I don't even know this guy.

He hired me online to set up a
couple of surveillance cameras.

You see, that's my job.
I'm a security specialist.

Set up cameras where?

In the alley. For 500 bucks.

When the job was done,
he only had three.

And, hey, nobody
messes with my money.

Really? Sounds like
he just gave us motive.

- Yep.
- What? No, no, no.

I swear I didn't do this, okay?

Connor was mad
because I wouldn't

give him the footage
until he paid.

Kept going on and on about this

being a matter of national
security or some nonsense.

I don't know, but I'm
telling you what I told him.

No money, no footage.

And then, I split.

When I did,
he was very much alive.

So what are you saying, someone
came up afterward and shot him?

Could be it was one
of those guys.

One of what guys?

The ones that Connor wanted
video footage of.

He said they kept coming up
and down the alley at night

like they were up to something.

We're gonna need
to see that footage.

So, Connor believed these guys
are planning the attack.

Regardless, they're
most likely the ones

that killed him
and took shots at me.

Wait a minute.

Zoom in.

What is it?

The crown tattoo,
the ghost hand.

That's Mano Sangriento.

Mexican cartel?

Yeah. That's why
they executed Connor.

These guys are maniacs.

They will take out anyone
who gets in their way

at any time
by any means necessary.

Okay, well, how does this track?

Why would they plan
an attack during the parade?

I don't know, but

this situation just got
a whole lot worse.

Hey, listen up.

I'm pulling in Rodgers
to help with this investigation.

I have less than ten hours

to decide if I'm
canceling this parade or not.

- We got a Sangriento connection?
- Yeah.

Appears to be three cartel
members. You recognize them?

Did you run into them
in the Narco task force?

Yeah, Miguelito Montes,
Gustavo Reyes.

A couple of
no-joke heavy-hitters

suspected in five homicides.

- What about him?
- No,

I've never seen him before.

In all the surveillance footage,

he seems like the one
who's calling the shots.

And is there
any reason why Sangriento

would be involved in
a mass casualty attack?

It's very odd.

Their business model
is usually drug trafficking.

And revenge.

Trust me, I've crossed paths
with these guys many times

in New York.
I made a lot of noise,

did a lot of damage
to their business.

One of their shot-callers
had my wife killed.

If I've learned
anything about these guys,

it is to never ever
underestimate them.

Do you have any snitches
in Sangriento?

Yeah, a, uh, bartender.

I'll give him a call.

Danny, I am so sorry.

I had no idea
this is how your wife died.

How could you know?

It's not like I advertise it.

Honestly, I didn't even
want to bring it up now.

It's just...

we gotta know
who we're dealing with here.

- This job.
- Yeah.

It takes a toll on us,
but, uh, your family, that's...

Yeah. I know.

Doesn't make sense
to me, either.

It's like we're
pulling weeds sometimes.

You know, we pull,
and more weeds just pop up,

and we pull again,
and more weeds pop up,

and I wonder if it's
even worth it sometimes.

Let your faith be your shield
in times of doubt.

Wait, who said that?

St. Patrick.

You're good, Silver.

Real good.

It's from my brother Jamie.

- My nephew.
- Oh...

look at little Joey Francis.

He's adorable.

- Yeah.
- You Reagans really

go all out
for this holiday, huh?

Yeah, we do
the corned beef and cabbage

and the soda bread
and the whiskey

- with the shamrock.
- Oh.

But mostly it's about
the times we spend together.

Well, I'm sorry you're
missing it this year.

Yeah, well, duty calls.

Hey. Meeting my CI in 30.

Why don't you go with,
and I'll...

I'll stay here
and talk to the Feds.

Boston PD, open up.

Boston Police Department!

Open up!

We're responding to a call.

About the noise.

Uh, my bad, Officers.
Just one sec.

What was that you said about

the St. Paddy's Day parade
bringing people together?

Well, you were right,
even underage drinkers.

Stay right there.
Stay right there.

Hey, Prince Charming.

Turn off the music.

What the hell is that?

They're making BORGs.

What's a BORG?

"Black Out Rage Gallon."

Gets you drunk superfast
so you can be

rushed to the hospital
with alcohol poisoning.

We'll be quiet from here on out.

- Where's your parents?
- On the Cape.

Yeah, get them on the phone.
Everybody, IDs out.

You're all getting cited.

"Happy St. Patrick's BORG."

"Top O' the BORGin' to Ya."

"BORG at the End
of the Rainbow."

That one's mine.

All right,
so you're all getting summons.

If we see you
at the St. Patrick's Day parade

with anything other than water,

you're going straight to jail.

- Hey, we're good, right?
- Yeah,

my, uh, informant should
be here in a second.

No, no, I, uh...

I'm-I'm talking about us.

- What?
- Danny said something earlier.

You're happy
with our relationship, right?

With us taking things slow?

- Yes, of course.
- Great.

Thank you.
That's what I thought.

You've dealt with your fair
share of disappointing men.

Okay? Your father, the toxic ex.

Danny, he doesn't get it.

I know what your limits are
in a relationship.

What?

You know what my limits are?

- Yeah.
- That sounds like

you only want to take
things slow to appease me.

- That isn't good.
- That's not what I said, okay?

Well, then, why would you say...

- Lena. Don't. Okay.
- ...my limits?

I'm good, okay?

Uh, my CI.

What's this? You brought a date?

Shut up.

All right, look,
Gabriel, this is

Detective Silver.

You can trust her
like you trust me.

It's nice to meet you.

Listen, uh, we got some intel

that Sangriento is gonna attack
the parade tomorrow.

You know anything about it?

Look, who's this
with Reyes and Montes?

He's never been in the bar.

You serve drinks to these guys
all day long.

I'm sure you've heard something.

What have they been
whispering about lately?

Nada.

Except that thing in Culiacán.

- Something happened in Mexico?
- Some prosecutor

got stupid and
put cartel members on trial.

Jefe made an example out of him.

Ordered a hit
on his entire family.

Put the fear of God
on anyone who even thought

about crossing Mano Sangriento.

But the matóns messed up.

Prosecutor's son got away.

- Where did he go?
- Some say he came up here.

To Boston?

Listen, we need you
to tell us everything you know

about this kid.

So, this is the Mexican
prosecutor's son,

Javier Torres.

So, he escaped the massacre

of his family and he's probably
hiding somewhere here in Boston.

Most likely near
the parade route.

So, this is
what Connor was on to.

He was right about the attack,

just wrong about the target.
It's not about the parade,

it's about Javier.

This is Danny.

Hey, Danny,
you're on with the team.

Hey, partner, I'm still
at the FBI field office.

Their eggheads were able to ID
the leader of these guys.

Luis Abarca,

also known as Carnicero.

- "The butcher."
- Yeah.

And he's far from home.
He's a Mexican national.

That's why no one around here
recognized him.

Do the Feds have any intel?

Just that he's Mano Sangriento's
most reliable hit man.

Wherever this guy goes,
death is not far behind.

So it's up to us.

We have to get to Javier first.

Only how can we when we don't
know where this poor kid is?

Photos of these suspects
have been distributed.

Make sure your teams are
on the lookout.

We're anticipating
over a million spectators

at this year's parade,
so they will be easy to miss.

Can't just rely on the luck of
the Irish for this one, people.

Be vigilant.

We fail unless
everyone goes home safe.

Now let's go do our jobs.

Nothing.

How is that possible?

Me, Danny, Rodgers,
a bunch of unis

and detectives canvassed every

apartment building and business
near that alley, twice.

Nobody has seen Javier
or even know who he is.

That doesn't make any sense.

The suspects have been casing
that area for days. Why,

if Javier is not
in one of these buildings?

I've been thinking about that,
Sarah. We're dealing with

a bunch of
hardcore sicarios, right?

These folks are bold, brash,

they're afraid of nothing,

- and they want this kid dead.
- Yeah.

So what are they
waiting for then?

Why haven't they
kicked in the door

of wherever
he's hiding and shot him?

- Because they don't know where
he is either. - Exactly.

But I think somehow
they've figured out

where he's gonna be
during the parade.

Speaking of, I need to get
to my command post.

You and your team
work out of my office.

And, Lena, find this kid.

What's wrong?

I thought this was
your favorite holiday.

It was my mom's, actually.

She loved everything about it.

She'd take, uh,
me and my brother,

a bunch of cousins to
the New York parade every year.

We kept the tradition going
after she died, but, you know.

It's just not the same.

- No.
- Yeah.

It's easier
when I'm around family,

but up here,
it's just, you know...

You've gotta be kidding me.

Hey!

What, you're gonna try to run?

We know where you live.
Get over here.

Give me your backpack.

It's not mine.

It's not yours?
You're wearing it.

- Let's see what you got in here.
- It's a BORG, isn't it?

Yep.

- "Sham-BORG Shake."
- That's very clever.

Turn around,
you're under arrest.

- Come on, give me a break.
- You're under arrest. Turn around.

Dude, you can't be serious.

- Come on, give me a break.
- No, man.

It's the parade.

Officers!

Come here.

- It's my puppy. My little puppy.
- Sir, sir, calm down.

Calm down. What's wrong?

It's my dog, my...
my little puppy.

Uh, he was here. I had him,

and then, I don't know.
He wasn't here no more.

Okay, describe the dog for me
and I'll put it over the air.

His name is Guinness.

- Really?
- What?

I got him in Dublin.

What, you took him to a parade

when you were gonna
get hammered drunk?

What the hell
did you think was gonna happen?

Hey, hey, partner, partner,
what's wrong? Relax.

Dude, this guy's dog's lost

'cause he's an idiot,
and the BORG kid?

You're right, it's not
supposed to be like this, man.

The parade sucks.

No, don't do that.
Do not do that.

You know what?
In honor of your mom,

let's redeem this thing.

Huh?

Hey, kid?

How'd you like
a "get out of jail free" card?

Uh, yeah.

Your friends still around?

Of course, the Feds
struck out on locating Javier.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Well, take a look at this.

It's an old newscast
from Mexico.

A report on the massacre.

That man in
the striped tie and shirt

is Javier's father.

Guy tries to do right,
make things better,

and his family
gets killed for it.

Pause right there.

The woman on the right,
look at her T-shirt.

That's Roxbury Brewhouse.

Yeah, it's a local spot.

Maybe she's Javier's
Boston connection.

She probably snuck him
over the border,

and hid him from the cartel.

- But who is she?
- I don't know.

She could be family or a friend.

Well, whoever she is,
she's gotta be a U.S. citizen

or a green card holder.

This is a New Year's Eve
photo, yeah?

Maybe she went in
for a visit, which means

there would be record
of her going over the border.

Yeah, that would be nice,

but, I mean, we got
a half million people

traveling between the U.S.
and Mexico every day.

Okay, but we can narrow it down

if we just focus on
people traveling from Boston

during the week
of New Year's Eve.

Only trouble is
we gotta get a warrant.

Markowski... he could hook us up.

- Who?
- He's a, uh, detective

that we used to work with.
He's in Customs now.

I'll give him a call.

Let's hope
he doesn't strike out, too.

Danny, let's go get some coffee.

- I'm good.
- Nah, let's, uh,

let's go get coffee.

Okay.

Listen, if this case
is hitting too close to home,

you can take a step back.

I'm good, I promise you.

I've just seen what these guys
can do and how

they destroy families.
We need to save this kid.

That's why we're doing
everything possible.

Yeah. Except, shouldn't it be
you who's talking to Customs

instead of your not-boyfriend?
No offense.

I think Rodgers can handle it.

- Okay.
- You know what else he can handle?

Taking our relationship slow.

Oh, so you talked to him?

Mm.

'Cause it seems like

he's more into you
than you're into him.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

I'm just saying,
I don't want to see it

turn into a "Grampa
clothes dryer" situation.

What?

My grandfather,
he had a clothes dryer.

For 50 years,
the thing worked like a charm.

Never had a problem.

But then, he got
one of those double-stacks

with the washer/dryer,
and he gave the old one

to my brother Jamie.

Joey Francis's father.

Joey Francis's father,
and the thing broke

within six months.

- Okay.
- Mm-hmm.

Uh, that's a lovely story.

What point are you making?

The point I'm making is my
grandfather took care of it,

he nurtured it, he gave it
a once-over every month.

But Jamie
didn't put in the work?

No, Jamie never gave the dryer
what it wanted or needed,

and... it broke down.

Make sense?

Yeah, it does, except you just
compared my dating life

to your grandpa's old appliance.

Lena.

Well, you'll find out.

CROWD
Guinness!

Guinness! Guinness!

Guinness! Guinness! Guinness!

Okay, shut it, shut it!

It's not gonna work, man.

No bad attitude when
we're trying to perform

a St. Paddy's Day miracle, okay?

Again!

CROWD
Guinness! Guinness!

Wait, wait, wait.
Is that Guinness?

I thought he said
he was a puppy.

Hey, buddy.

You're huge.

We've got Guinness.

I guess you were right.

The parade really does
bring people together.

And you doubted me.

Okay, okay. Good boy.

- Go.
- Good boy.

Guinness! Daddy's here, baby.

Oh, there he is.

Oh, oh, oh.

It's okay. It's okay, baby.

Over New Year's, 19,000 people

with Boston addresses
crossed the Mexican border.

I will remove anyone
who doesn't live in Southie.

Remove the men, too.
And the women

under 30 and over... 55.

That cap.

I know that crest
from somewhere.

I know I do.

That's Massachusetts
National Guard.

Remove anybody who didn't serve.

Here we go.

Emily Braga. And her apartment

is off of that alley
on the parade route.

- Let's go get Danny.
- Good work.

What was I supposed to do?

I'm Javi's godmother. I-I...

I understand, I would've
done the same thing, Ms. Braga.

Now, we just need to get you
both to a safe house.

But do you have any idea
how the cartel found you?

We were so careful, and Javi
hasn't left this apartment

since I-I snuck him in here.

Wait, is this Javier's?

Yes.

All right. They might've
tracked his computer.

Do you have
a personal Wi-Fi router?

- No, we use the building's.
- Now this makes sense.

They've been tracking
his computer to the Wi-Fi.

That's how they know he is

in this building, but they
have no idea which apartment.

They've been casing
the place this entire time.

- He's not here.
- What?

Of course he is.

No, he's not.
We searched every room.

- Where would he go?
- I don't know.

He's been complaining

that he wants to go out

and feel normal again,

but he knows the rules.

Guys, he's been on
a social media site.

He's been DMing some girl.

You think he was catfished?

I do, and they had plans

to meet today at the parade.

So they lured him out with some

phony pic of a cute girl.

When were they supposed to meet?

Right now.

Great. That means
we're too late.

Javier could be anywhere.

Yeah. Maybe we should split up,

cover more ground.

I'm gonna cut across the parade
and head to D Street.

All right, I'll do the same
and head towards C.

All right, I'm gonna go east.

- Careful.
- You, too.

Excuse me. Police.

Step aside. Police.

Come on.

Excuse me.

Excuse me, ladies.
Sarah, do you read me?

I got you.

Are you picking me up, boss?

Loud and clear.

Tac vest GPS trackers
are online.

Okay, we're searching
for Javier now.

Try using facial rec
on the crowd.

Great idea, boss.

No sign of Javier
or our suspects.

I got nothing
on this side of the street.

Have responding officers
report to their posts.

I got eyes on Javier.

Northeast corner

of D Street.
Excuse me.

Police. Move out of the way.

Pull up CCTV.

Direct responding officers.

Watch out. Move it. Move.

Move! Excuse me.
Step aside. Police!

Police. Step back.

I'm too far away.

I can't get through
this damn crowd.

Danny, stay on them.
I'll guide you from here.

I'm coming your way, Danny.

Lena, no.

Head north on 2nd.
You can avoid the crowd

- and flank them.
- On it.

Rodgers, I need you
at Bolton and E

in case they retreat.

Copy that.

This doesn't make any sense.

It's just Reyes and Montes.
Where is Carnicero?

Move out of the way!

Move!

I lost 'em.

Okay, they're heading
north on D.

Yep, got eyes on 'em.

Lena, they're heading your way.

They've just turned left
into an alley.

Do we have cameras
in that alley?

We're blind.

Lena, watch out!

Lena?

Danny?

Report!

Report!

We're good.

Send backup. Now.

Lena?

Montes is down!

Roger that.

Reyes is down.

Reyes is down.

I don't have a shot.

Me, neither.

Don't let them hurt Javier.

Lena? Danny?

All suspects down.

You got him?

Yeah, I got him.

Hey.

Hey, come with me.

Come this way.

Hey, you hurt?

We got you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

So, Javier and his godmother
are going into WITSEC.

Cartel won't be able
to find them now.

But after everything
that kid has been through,

he has a long, hard road
ahead of him.

Let's not forget
the good news, too.

The parade was a huge success...

- thanks to you.
- No.

- No, no, no.
- Mm-hmm.

No, thanks to everyone
in this department.

And one other person.

You know, Connor may not
be able to earn a badge

or become a cop,

but he served his city well.

You know what?

I'm gonna give him
the Citizen of the Year award.

Hang his photo right here in HQ.

Hold up, Brian.

Hey.

- Hey.
- You know, if we, uh,

work one more case together,

I'm gonna start to think
we're partners again.

We're not partners, though,

anymore, huh?

We're something else.

You were lying to me earlier,
weren't you?

When you said you were okay
with taking things slow?

Yes. I want more out of this,

and it's been frustrating.

But, you know,
it beats the alternative,

us not being together.

See, that's not okay.
That's not okay.

I don't want this to turn into

a 50-year-old
clothes dryer crisis.

Sorry, what now?

Uh, Danny told me a story. Um...

I don't want this
to be a situation

where only one person's needs
are being met.

- I'm not okay with that.
- Okay, I know.

Wh-What are you doing, Lee?

- What, are you breaking up with me?
- No.

No.

No.

I'm kicking myself

'cause I haven't been honest
about how I feel about you,

and about us, and I actually do

want to put in the work.

I want to do the maintenance,

I want to clean the gaskets,

I want to change out
the filters, I want to do...

Okay, I-I am
so confused right now.

I'm sorry. I like you.

I want to see
how far this can go.

What do you have in mind?

♪ Through summers longing... ♪

What're you doing here?

I got a text from Lena,

said she needed help
with something. You?

I got the same text from Jonah.

- Really?
- I got here five minutes ago.

He said to wait
till you arrived.

Silvers, what are you up to?

One sec!

How was your St. Paddy's?

Uh, it was good but,
you know, not like home.

No, not quite.

How're you doin' there, boyo?

What's the craic?

Seriously, dude,
what'd I say about the accent?

Why did your partner
just turn into a pirate?

I thought it was great.

Thank you.

What's going on, Lena?

Why don't you come
and find out, Irishman.

Ah, Irishman.

Let's go, aye!

- Happy St. Patrick's Day!
- Happy St. Patrick's Day!

- Wow.
- Yeah.

We got corned beef,
we got soda bread,

we got whiskey with shamrocks.

And, uh, I even got your mom's
coddle with tripe

recipe from your aunt.

Full disclosure,

I did a terrible job.
It's disgusting.

Almost inedible,
but it's here, so...

Yeah. Wow.

God, I would say something,

but honestly, I'm gonna
get emotional if I do.

Just thank you all.

Here's an Irish blessing
that we got from your aunt.

Now, as Reagans, we should

have this memorized.
Son, I trust

- you remember it.
- Yeah.

All right, why don't
you kick it off?

May the road rise to meet you.

"May the wind
always be at your back."

"May the sun shine warm
upon your face."

LENA and BRIAN:
"May the rain

fall soft upon your fields."

And until we meet again,
may God hold you

in the palm of His hands.

Ah.

- Oof.
- Oh, yeah.

Silvers, I gotta say,

you're batting
a thousand so far.

There we go.

Oh, we're throwing garnishes

in my mother's house. Okay.

Well, it's what
you do on St. Paddy's Day.

It's called
drowning the shamrock.

Well, maybe in Ireland,

but not in
a Black woman's dining room.

- It's tradition, Lena.
- I'm all for tradition.

- There you go.
- Yeah.

- All right.
- You know what?

Mom's not here.

- Oh.
- Okay.

Okay.

When in Boston.

Oh!

I knew I liked him.

- Now, you don't have to do it.
- Mm-hmm.

Of course, it is
bad luck if you don't do it,

but you don't have to.

Right. Okay.

- Come on.
- All right, all right, all right.

Just don't tell Mom, okay?

Hey!

Happy St. Patrick's Day.

Happy St. Patrick's Day.

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