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(muffled music playing)

Luke Morrison, Rick Morrison, open up!

BPD!

(distant dogs barking)

Has it been this loud all night?

Okay, you can open the door.

(music blaring)

(dog barking)

Hello?!

Luke? Rick?

BPD! Anyone home?

It's freezing in here.

AC must be on full blast.

(dog barking)

(barking)

* *

JONAH: Dispatch,

12-Jake-101.

We've got two deceased at our location.

I need a patrol supervisor and detectives here immediately.

Oh! Dad.

(laughs) Are you looking for something?

I hope I'm not intruding, but, uh,

I'm working on an interfaith sermon,

and I remember, you had a copy of those Martin Buber essays.

-Middle shelf, to your right. -Ah.

Did you make an appointment with the cardiologist?

Cardiologist?

Blood work? Elevated heart markers?

You said you'd take care of it, but you got a reminder

message on your eChart this morning.

I got a text, but how does my daughter

come to see that text?

You gave them my email address, too.

Dad, you need to take this seriously.

I am taking it seriously.

A serious invasion of privacy.

I know you're upset with me,

but I don't need you looking at my hospital files.

I'm not upset with you, Dad.

-I'm just concerned. -Mae,

I'm feeling fine.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have a sermon to write.

Ooh, I thought we'd at least get warm coming indoors.

It's colder in here than it is outside.

It's like going from one freezer to another.

What do you got?

Jonah and I were responding to a noise complaint.

Door was locked, we entered and found these two bodies,

Luke and Rick Morrison.

Stripped down, wet towels.

AC full blast. Drank all the water.

Doing everything they could to cool themselves off.

-Symptom of hyperthermia. -Yeah.

The drugs were cooking them from the inside.

Drugs? You think this was an overdose?

DANNY: We saw the same symptoms

in an OD vic a few days ago.

Including the strange posture in their neck.

Yeah, typically with an OD, the muscles go slack.

Not like this.

Yeah.

There you go.

Same symbol on his hand as the previous vic.

There's the connection.

DANNY: Taking an awful lot of notes there, Officer.

-You okay? -A cop's only good

as the notes he takes, right?

Mm-hmm.

In other words, you've been talking to your grandfather.

Yeah, we've been FaceTiming here and there.

He's giving me, uh, tips on

the investigative side of things.

Cool.

LENA: Time to figure out what's next.

DANNY: Huh.

-Is that symbol important? -Yeah, uh, three victims,

all college-aged,

with that same UV hand stamp.

Definitely not random.

DANNY: Yeah, based on the previous OD,

we think it belongs to some underground party,

which we have not been able to track down yet.

So we got to figure out where Luke and Rick were last night

and who they were with.

You have info on the next of kin?

Yeah, Barb Morrison. Grandmother.

She was listed as an additional contact on the lease.

Rick and Luke,

they were both on the Dean's List this semester.

They come out here every weekend to check in.

I love cooking for them.

I can only imagine what you're feeling right now.

I hope it's okay for me to ask, um...

Looks like the boys went to a party last night.

Do you have any idea where that might've been?

No, I don't know. I--

You said this had something to do with drugs?

-It does look that way. -But Rick and Luke,

they didn't do drugs.

That's not the kind of boys that they were.

Mrs. Morrison,

I have two sons Rick and Luke's age.

I promise you, we will get to the bottom of this.

The boys' parents died quite a few years ago

and I live on my late husband's

Army pension, and, um,

I don't know that I'll be able

to afford to bury them.

LENA: There's an assistance program

you can apply for.

We'll make sure you get the paperwork.

And we will find who is responsible for this.

You really think we're gonna get anything useful

-from the noise complaint queen? -Come on, man,

who knows more about these kinds of parties than Kenzie?

Plus, she likes you.

I know she likes me. That's the problem.

...labels out and laugh

like someone said something really super funny.

Yes!

Okay, so for this next--

Oh, my God!

Not Jonah?

-Hi, Kenzie. -You guys, these are my cop friends.

-Hi! -We're not--

(Kenzie laughs) Oh.

Okay, body.

Are you working out more? Counting your macros?

'Cause this is giving...

Oh, Seany,

tell me you texted your girl Penny back.

Remember, at my last noise complaint,

you were saying you didn't know you were--

Kenzie, we wanted to, uh,

talk to you about something.

Okay. Well, I know it's not about my upcoming DJ event,

because those permits are in hand this time, sweetie.

Do you guys want some waters?

-We're doing a vodka brand integration. -No.

It's very important to stay hydrated.

We're okay. We actually came to talk to you

about a couple of parties.

Some of your competition you might know of.

Have you seen this logo before?

Why are you asking me about this?

Overdoses.

A couple of people died taking drugs

at a party with this stamp.

And if I tell you stuff,

could someone find out?

Or does it stay private?

No, we'd keep it private.

I don't just mean now.

I mean, like,

say I tell you something

and then you get deposed in court or whatever.

I just,

I need some assurances, you know?

JONAH: Well, we couldn't

guarantee that,

but how do you feel about coming with us

and talking to a couple of detectives who could?

Are those detectives people you, like, trust-trust?

LENA: All right.

McKenzie.

Oh, it's just "Kenzie." There's no "Mc."

And no last name either. It's a mononym.

Like Beyoncé or Zendaya.

Kenzie. Okay.

Sorry about that.

-Yeah. -And we can assure you

that all of this will stay confidential, okay?

Even if there's, like, a trial?

I'm just, like, really not trying

to get subpoenaed by some creepy defense attorney.

DANNY: As a confidential informant,

you will not have to appear in court.

Okay. Amazing.

(chuckles)

I'm just, like, trying to protect my brand, you know?

Okay, so,

that stamp symbol Seany showed me,

that is Delulu-U.

"Delulu-U"?

Catchy, right? Unfortunately.

They are my main competition in the 18-to-25 space.

Parties for college kids.

That little goofy smiley face is part of their brand ID.

Super high cover, like $40 per person,

which means they're clearing, like,

10K gate at some of these events,

with, like, practically no overhead.

Oh, but you can't just, like, show up to one of these parties.

You have to be verified through the app.

Okay. Where is the next party?

I'm not sure.

You have to be 25 and under to get on the app.

-Right. -Okay.

(gasps) Oh. Oh, my God.

Would you guys want to come on my podcast?

-LENA: Good work. -Yeah?

She was helpful.

Only thing we need to figure out now

is when the next party will be.

Well, we can tell you Sean was actually able to create

an account on the Delulu-U app.

Next party's tonight. Some old building

on, uh, Hallstaff and Dillard.

-Wait, tonight? -Yeah.

-You thinking what I'm thinking? -I am.

You guys got civvies at E-12?

-Yeah, of course. -Why?

You're gonna need 'em.

Yeah, tonight, you're going undercover.

* *

LENA: So, we've talked to

the company that's throwing

these "Delulu-U" parties.

They are legitimate.

They have a liquor license, they have insurance.

And it's a good bet that the drugs

that killed these three kids came from these parties,

but until we have proof, we can't shut 'em down.

Next party is tonight,

down in Southie. If we want to stop this drug,

we need eyes on the inside.

That's where you two come in.

LENA: So the party will be happening here, but me and Danny

will be running operations from a vehicle here.

We will be tapped in to the party's security feeds.

This is a recon mission.

The goal is to ID

who's dealing. But remember, these things

can turn fast, so stay sharp.

And talk to people. Don't just stand there

looking around, that's how you get made.

LENA: And if you do get made,

don't run. Just stay drunk and stupid, okay?

You two sure you're ready for this?

-Yeah. We got this. -We're ready.

Okay, we'll meet back here

at 2100 hours to prep. Dismissed.

Now, I need to talk to both of you in my office.

-Sure. -Change of subject.

I've got some good news I'm sure neither of you

are gonna hate. The Dispatch wants to profile

you two as BPD's "new detective power team."

LENA: Really? That's kind of cool.

W-What do you mean, it's kind of cool?

You can't trust the media.

I mean, you really want to do this?

They say one thing,

they print another. It's awful.

Oh, come on. It's a fluff piece.

See? Lighten up.

It's print plus photos for online,

so I think the real question

is what are we gonna wear?

'Cause I think you have three suit options, okay?

You have the gray, the charcoal

and the navy one that you wore to dinner.

-Yes. -Okay, do I get a say-so in any of this?

-No. -No.

Thanks for letting us decide as a team.

Get on board, Danny. It's good for the department.

Oh, so, in other words, it's an order.

Yes.

See? It'll be fun.

(groans) Mae.

I'm eating. What is this?

It's what happens when you don't take your blood tests seriously.

It's called heart disease.

I told you this morning--

Yeah, you said that you felt fine,

but your blood tests show

that there could be something wrong with your heart.

I trust my body and my faith,

and I'm not about to start second-guessing either now.

This isn't about faith, Dad.

It's about medicine.

I have seen it my whole life.

People coming out of the hospital

sicker than they were when they went in.

Doctors finding problems

that ain't bothered nobody until they went looking.

Really? Because I seem to remember

a certain reverend who gave a sermon to a congregation

filled with Black men in their 70s

about how they skip their checkups

because they don't trust doctors,

they don't trust hospitals.

-Mae, that's different. -And I think you said

avoiding what ails you doesn't make it go away,

it just makes it harder to heal.

You got to practice what you preach, Dad.

I'm not your jury,

and this is not your closing argument.

Just, please take the test, Dad.

It's probably nothing, but then at least we'll know,

and you can make an informed choice.

-Mae... -What?

-I love you. -Mm-hmm.

But if you keep pushing this,

I'm gonna take my lunch to go.

Let's talk about something else. Okay?

Okay.

SEAN: We got this, right?

Yeah, we got this.

Okay, take a deep breath and relax.

You're a couple of college guys

looking to have an awesome night.

-That's it. -LENA: We're just looking for

who's dealing the drug.

And if they're pros, then they're gonna be

using runners, so the person that you pay

and the person who gives you the drugs,

they're just little fish.

But we are looking for the big fish.

So keep your eye on the runners, all right?

Follow the money and see who's holding the product.

-Okay. -We won't let you down.

We know you won't.

Now get in there.

-You got this. -Hey.

Leave the notepad.

Right.

DANNY: All right, good luck.

(door opens)

All right, so what's eating you?

(door closes)

Nothing is eating me.

I'm an excellent detective, Danny.

It's nothing, it's just,

with the notepad, you know,

getting advice from my dad.

Well, if Sean wants cop advice,

he could do worse than Frank Reagan.

Of course. But Frank Reagan is not here.

Ah, you're jealous.

Oh, is that how it is?

-Okay. -I think so.

Says the cop who wants their face

plastered all over the newspapers.

That is about representation.

I want the little Black and brown girls

to see me wearing the badge and doing the work,

and making a difference.

Or maybe you just want the whole world to see

the amazing Detective Lena Silver,

in all of her glory.

Solving crimes and...

pointing out her partner's insecurities.

-My goodness. -(laughs)

Just admit it, you're a press junkie.

-Whatever. -JONAH (over radio): Okay,

we're in.

(pulsing dance music playing)

* *

Hey, I'm gonna find us some drinks.

-You want to get us a spot-- -Yo, bro, bro, bro.

-What? -Why don't you go get drinks

from your ex-girlfriend?

* *

That's not good.

Yeah, when's the last time you guys talked to each other,

-two weeks ago? -Yep.

That is definitely not good.

*

And she's walking over here.

And that must be the famous Penny.

Huh, I guess it is.

Okay, Sean, it looks like Penny's a waitress,

but she may know who the drug dealers are,

so you gotta control the conversation, okay?

Have her talk to you, not about you.

Wow, Sean Reagan, out at a party on a school night.

That can't be right.

-Hey, Jonah. -Hi, Penny.

I'm gonna, I'm gonna go get drinks

from the, uh, the bar over there.

Wait, wait. Wait.

-Hi. -Hi.

It's good to see you.

It's surprising to see you.

I thought you dropped off the face of the earth.

No, just, uh...

-(scoffs) -How're you doing?

I mean, how have you been?

Oh, I'm out here thriving, living my best life.

Speaking of, I hope you're not

planning on going to that Kelly Thompson panel

at the Bay State Comic Expo because after you ghosted me,

like a total dick,

I've decided that

the Expo's officially my turf now.

Look, that's not what I want to talk to you about, okay?

-Okay. -How long have you been working

for this Delulu-U thing?

Why are you asking about my job?

You're asking like you're working or something.

Wait.

-Are you undercover right now? -Okay, Penny,

just keep your voice down, okay? Just keep talking to me.

So, he's blown his cover in, what, 30 seconds?

I wonder how Frank Reagan would feel about that.

Your mystery drug is something new.

Had to run it through the mass spec.

Turns out it's N-ethyl-3,

6-methylene- dioxybenzoamphetamine.

Catchy.

"EMDA-XR," then.

It's, uh, very impressive.

Similar to MDMA, but with an added carbon chain

to extend the core structure.

Right. Uh, well, the point is,

whoever synthesized it is very clever.

Real technical expertise.

It's also killing Boston kids.

That it is. Turns lethal when mixed with stimulants,

including caffeine and ADHD meds.

Triggers serotonin syndrome.

All three victims

shared the "CYP2D6-4-4 genotype."

Poor metabolizers.

Seven to ten percent of the population.

So if this spreads...

A lot more people die.

Looks like I'm learning advanced neurobiochemistry tonight.

Yeah, it's a real page-turner.

I appreciate it, bro.

* *

Apparently, if I want to buy drugs,

I got to talk to the guy in the pink tank top.

I see him. He's at the bar on the right.

What's up, bro?

I heard you got that new stuff.

Forty.

Forty?

* *

I don't have eyes on him.

Okay, we got him.

Just stay put and keep your cool.

LENA: Okay, he is

going left to right on camera four.

Got him here on camera two.

He should be moving your way now on to camera five.

No, I don't see him.

He must've stepped into a blind spot.

You have every right to be pissed at me, okay?

Good, I am pissed at you.

You're also right that I'm technically at work right now.

And I get it, I'm the worst, but there's some bad

drugs being sold here,

and if we don't stop it,

it might kill some people here tonight.

You're right. You are the worst.

But...

I'm not gonna let that stop me from helping someone.

I don't know anything for sure,

but there's two guys up there.

(speaking indistinctly)

If I was you, I'd start with them.

Guys, I've got eyes on Jonah's runner

-exchanging cash for product. -LENA: Okay.

Keep your eyes on the runner.

We're coming in to pick him up.

-I'll go in the front. -I'll circle around to the rear.

* *

* *

* *

BOUNCER: Hey.

DANNY: Excuse me. Sorry.

Excuse me. Pardon me.

Where's the runner?

About 20 feet ahead of you,

near Jonah by the far wall.

Okay, I'm gonna approach him discreetly,

-and make the collar. -(people screaming)

Step back! Step back!

PARTYGOER: Yo, what's going on?

-(groaning) -Hey, call 911.

MAN: Go, go, go, go.

DANNY: Two possible suspects exiting VIP.

One male, white, black suit.

Second male, white, black T-shirt.

Excuse me. Get out of the way.

LENA: Drive them towards the west exit.

Watch out!

You okay?

-Get off me! -They're heading for the exit!

Get out of the way!

JONAH: Come on. Stay with me.

You got this. The ambulance is on the way.

(wheezing)

(gasps)

* *

(clattering nearby)

(clattering)

(scoffs) Where is he?

I don't know. I thought he came this way.

No, he didn't.

We lost him.

(siren wailing)

Are you as shaken up as me right now?

It was a rough night.

-Morning. -Hey.

Morning.

Is the runner talking?

Nah, he's not too bright,

but he is definitely not talking.

Somebody scared the crap out of him.

How you two holding up?

We're good.

I'm all right.

Just, you know, wondering

if there was more we could've done.

That kid is dead because somebody wanted him dead.

There was nothing you could do to change it.

You got it?

Yeah.

It's good you want to save lives,

but you cannot save everyone.

How's Penny?

She called 911 right away,

but as soon as things got intense, she... took off.

We gotta get back to E-12.

-All right. -Yeah.

Hey, you guys did good. Keep your heads up.

-Thanks, Dad. -All right.

Yeah, talk soon.

-I found something. -You did?

-Mm-hmm. -I did, too.

Our stab victim was Noah Brennan.

He was an MIT student who dropped out

when his scholarship ended, and guess what he was studying?

Chemical engineering?

Neurobiochemistry.

His sister said he was working some kind of job in Natick.

-What was he working on in Natick? -Right.

Just got word from CSRU.

On your stabbing victim's clothes, they found traces

of modified glycidic intermediate.

It is a precursor chemical

for multistage synthesis, through methylation.

-What? -You need it to make the drug.

I didn't get a lot of sleep last night.

-Okay. -Mm-hmm.

Uh, so then, that suggests that Noah was involved

in manufacturing the EMDA-XR.

Which is what he may have been working on "in Natick."

We should dig into that before the party tomorrow night.

Best guess,

he found out the drug was killing people

and wanted out.

And became a liability.

Then they saw us at the club,

panicked and took him out.

Take a look at this.

SARAH: That's our killer.

LENA: We just gotta figure out who he is.

Unfortunately, I may know someone

who already does know who he is.

Why unfortunately?

That's what I was gonna show you.

Take a look.

SARAH: Clearly,

Penny knows this guy.

How well does she know him?

Thank you.

Nice to finally meet you.

I'm sorry it's under these circumstances.

It's a pretty awful thing to see somebody get stabbed.

-How're you holding up? -The soda and chips are, what,

supposed to make me comfortable

so I'll spill everything?

What's next, you're gonna tell me

we're just having a friendly chat?

You know, the young man who was killed

had a name.

It was Noah.

He had a family, and they're grieving.

I'm just trying to find the guy who did it.

This man.

Whose friend seems to know you.

In fact, the two of you seem to know each other pretty well.

You want to tell me about him?

Where I grew up, the rule about talking to cops was

"don't talk to cops."

Luckily, the Fifth Amendment

gives me the right to keep quiet.

Well, luckily, I know that Sean talked to you last night

and told you that people are dying,

and that the next party is tomorrow night.

You seem like a smart kid,

and my gut tells me you're not involved in this.

But my gut also tells me

that you know more than you're saying right now.

So, how about you trust me and start talking?

Trust you?

-Yeah. -Like how you trusted me?

You made Sean think I wasn't good enough.

You've been against me

since before you even met me.

So, remind me why

I should trust you now.

(clears throat)

That's some girl you got there.

I don't think Penny's my girl.

Well, either way.

Look, I'm frustrated too,

but I didn't hear her say anything that wasn't true.

Oh, yeah? Well, you obviously don't keep

any secrets from each other.

Let me talk to her.

No.

Interrogation is a skill that takes years,

and too many things could go wrong. No.

Okay, well, she's already not helping, so if I blow it,

-what have we got to lose? -I said no.

I think if I approach her a different way,

she might be more willing to help.

(sighs)

Okay.

Give it a shot.

SEAN: So, this is very super weird.

Very extremely.

So, your dad thought with you in here,

-it would get me talking? -No.

No, I wanted to talk to you.

PENNY: Are you okay?

-I mean, last night was... -Honestly,

-I'm super stressed out, but... -(scoffs)

You're always super stressed out.

(laughs)

Yeah, I guess, right? You know, we're just,

we're used to this.

Look, if you don't want to say anything,

I get it.

It's just, last night,

we watched somebody die right in front of us,

and I don't want anyone else dying.

I know you don't, but...

Look, the last time I was in a room like this,

I ended up in prison.

I'm not trying to put you in that position, okay?

I just need help.

I need your help.

The guy in the photo, the creep from VIP?

That's Jeremy Meyer.

Grew up three streets over from me.

He's not a dealer, but...

he's very dangerous, Sean.

I mean, really.

He works for his uncle at a shop on the harbor.

Dorchester Machine.

You can find him there.

Thank you.

Look, I don't want anyone else dying either.

SEAN: Yeah.

PENNY: You should get some rest.

You look exhausted.

Yeah.

Okay, there's our guy.

Penny was right.

Mm-hmm.

Looks like that might be a gun in his front right pocket.

Now's our shot. Let's roll.

(barrels clanging)

Hey, hands off the barrel.

Hands in the air right now. Now!

Don't even think about it.

My trigger's closer.

Hands up.

Damn it.

-All right, all right. -Turn around, spread your legs.

Spread your legs!

(handcuffs clicking)

Is that the precursor for the drugs?

Looks like it.

They're both empty.

Maybe they're all used up.

I wonder how much of that drug you can make

with all these barrels, huh?

Probably enough to flood every city down the East Coast.

* *

KENZIE (singsongy): Jonah.

Seany. Boys.

You two sexy sons of guns owe me $5,000.

-Hi, Kenzie. So good to see you. -(Kenzie giggles)

What are you talking about?

Okay, so, after our big interrogation

with your dad and sister,

I did a little Internet sleuthing.

Check it out.

"Notice Of Reward."

From your Drug Control Unit.

$5,000 reward for information in drug-related cases,

which is what I gave you, right?

Yeah, I guess this actually qualifies.

(giggles)

I mean, not to seem selfish,

but I am a businesswoman.

Sweet Jonah,

why so glum, my chum?

I just can't stop thinking about this EMDA stuff.

It's a complete nightmare.

Last night we watched a guy

get stabbed to death because of it,

and we found two more dead guys in their apartment

yesterday morning. And, now, apparently,

their grandma can't afford to have funerals for them.

Wow.

That is really, really sad.

Well, if you can't fix everything,

fix something.

I wasn't counting on that money anyway.

I think we should give it to that grandma

for, like, funeral expenses or whatever.

Wait, you want to give the money away?

This isn't some weird sort of social media thing?

You're not gonna try to film it, right?

Oh, my God, no. Not for socials. Don't be gross.

It's just like,

how could I sleep at night

if I kept that money for myself?

No. No, this is fate.

This is the universe manifesting a solution.

Oh.

Oh, we should totally bring it to her together,

the three of us.

She needs to know people actually care.

And we are those people.

Let me tell you what it looks like to us.

Noah was the brains,

he came up with the drug.

You brought the muscle with your crew, and this guy,

who we need you to help us identify,

well, he was the money guy.

Except he was a bit of a loose cannon.

I mean, by the looks of this picture,

it's possible you didn't even know he was gonna stab Noah.

LENA: With the chemicals in the truck,

we already have you on conspiracy to distribute.

Since you were with Noah when he was killed,

selling drugs, the D.A. can charge you with murder two.

Screw you.

Both of you. I'm no rat.

(knock on door)

-(door opens) -Stop talking, right now.

Did Santos send you?

Detectives, I need the room.

Oh, that's dope.

Stop talking.

Detectives?

Just confirming. This is your lawyer?

Yeah. This guy's my lawyer.

Thank you.

I'd like you to go through the hearing transcripts

from that day, see if his timeline

would hold up under cross, okay?

Thank you.

-Hi, Dad. -Hey.

Uh...

I owe you an apology.

I was defensive yesterday, and

you were trying to help.

Oh, Dad.

I've already lost Mom,

I'm just scared I'm gonna lose you, too.

I'm afraid, too.

Not just of dying,

but what'll happen to my congregation?

To Sarah, Lena, Jonah?

Your sister? You?

I love it when people lean on me.

That's why we need you to do this.

The men in your congregation,

they look up to you as an example.

The rest of us do, too.

-I'll make the appointment. -Okay.

But I'm going alone.

It's a deal.

So are you texting Penny or not?

I don't know.

Okay. All right, first off, dude,

what is going on between you two?

-I just stopped texting her. -Uh-huh.

Like, in a really uncool way. Like, I just stopped.

And I'm not really sure why.

Penny's awesome. She's sweet, she's funny,

likes all the same nerdy stuff as me.

Okay. Well, she was kind of right.

You do suck for ghosting her.

-But if you like her, why? -There's a few reasons, okay?

Like when we were dealing with the Ronan Flaherty stuff,

I wanted to go help you.

She tried to convince me not to.

And, clearly, my dad doesn't think her and I

are a good fit, so...

Maybe we're just incompatible.

Boo!

Tomato, tomato,

-tomato. -What?

(sighs) Okay, Seany-poo,

you could not be reading this more wrong.

That girl, Penny?

She didn't tell you to not help Jonah

because she's some evil monster.

Her best friend left her high and dry,

and she ended up in actual prison.

She was trying to protect you.

Her trauma is telling her lies. Okay?

So, she's a work in progress.

News flash, girl: So are you.

-(chuckles) -So what you have to do

is super simple.

Grow up, get over yourself

and go apologize to her. In person.

And, like, a good apology, too.

Like, "I'm sorry," and then say what you did wrong.

And then, tell her you like her.

(sighs)

Wow.

I think you actually might be right.

Of course I am, I'm a Virgo.

Right.

(sirens wailing)

Sean did good today.

-Getting that info? -Mm-hmm.

Chip off the old block.

-Hmm. Thank you. -By that,

I mean your dad or your granddad.

-Har-har-har. -I'm kidding.

Very funny.

I do think I am a little rough on him sometimes,

and maybe that's why he's turning to my dad for advice.

Well, it's like you told me.

If you're rough on him, then it's because you want him

-to be great at this. -Yeah.

Speaking of being great at things,

my dad was great with the press,

unlike me.

Although it's different than being a press junkie,

-of course. -You're back to that?

Yeah. Have you practiced your answers in the mirror yet?

(laughs)

SARAH: Look alive, I got something good.

So, I dug into the fancy lab equipment you would need

to synthesize this drug.

Two things. One, very expensive.

Whoever Santos is, he's got money.

Two, it draws lots of power,

especially to cook through the volume of chemicals

found in the drums in that truck.

So, I had the BRIC pull P&E data

from the past few days.

36 locations show power spikes

-that could match. -Well, Noah's sister said

that he was out in Natick. Maybe it's one of these three.

Uh, Jeremy's truck had

an E-ZPass.

I pulled the records on it. Let's see.

Did a lot of driving around Boston,

but right here. Look at this.

He exited the Mass Pike right near Natick.

SARAH: Within one mile of this power spike.

Let's see.

It is an industrial repair shop.

-Perfect place for a drug lab. -Go shut it down.

*

(grunts)

(grunts)

Cuff him.

* *

Hey. Hey!

-I'm going for Mikey! -LENA: I'll cover you!

OFFICER: Police!

Drop your weapons!

Drop your weapons, right now!

DANNY: Hands up.

Come here.

Give me your hands, Mikey, you punk.

My name is Michael Santos III.

I want to speak to my lawyer,

Lawrence Jenkins at Jenkins-Pryce.

-You'll get your lawyer. -Good.

I'll be out before you know it.

Oh, yeah? That's what you think. Come on.

Uh, I hope you're not trying to tackle me again.

I'd make a joke about that,

but I still feel bad about it.

Yeah. I mean, that was crazy.

I just wanted to say I'm sorry.

For your dad dragging me to the police station

for a literal interrogation, or...?

No, I, uh...

I wanted to apologize for how things ended between us.

It's no big deal.

I didn't think I deserved somebody like you.

I mean, you're very cool.

You know this.

I crashed out, "left before I could get left"

sort of thing, and...

you deserve better than that. I apologize.

I mean, yeah. You're an idiot.

Clearly.

(laughs)

Um, well, I'm gonna finish my run.

But, uh,

maybe I will see you at that Kelly Thompson panel after all.

DANNY: All that aside, I think the biggest takeaway

is that we actually like each other, which,

believe it or not, can make or break a partnership.

Makes sense.

And now, to you, Detective Silver.

Time for the big "gotcha" question.

Oh.

I warned you.

I did some digging, and

I found this,

from an emerging artist's showcase back in 2005.

(laughs)

Do you still draw?

LENA: Wow. Uh...

Uh, no, I--

Nope, I gave that up years ago.

Why quit when you're this talented?

Uh, well,

sometimes you realize that

a part of yourself doesn't match who you're trying to become.

My real calling is police work.

And...

it actually reminds me of one of

me and Danny's biggest cases.

The homicide with Senator Lowell.

And then she said I might see her at the fan expo next month,

which kind of felt like an invite.

So, yeah, it was good.

So, in other words, we'll be seeing

more of her around?

I hope that's not weird

because I know you're not the biggest fan.

I'm...

wasn't a fan of her rap sheet.

It's nothing personal.

If I'm being honest,

she's a pretty tough kid, and she may have actually

won me over in the interrogation room.

That's the secret, huh? Pushing back in the interrogation room.

Well, I like the fact that she makes you step up.

And I respect the fact that you can apologize

-when you're wrong. -Mm.

You're becoming a hell of a cop.

Even if you don't always do things the way I do.

(sighs)

Look, you're doing a great job.

If talking to your grandfather

and getting advice about, you know,

taking notes with your notepad and all that stuff

makes you a better cop, then I'm all for it.

-This thing? -Yeah, that thing.

Honestly, I've been FaceTiming Grandpa more

because you and I've been working together a lot,

and I just wanted to show you what I can do.

85% of what's in there is stuff you taught me.

Either way,

I'm very proud of you.

Well, thank you.

* *

LENA: So then, Jonah

walks up to this runner, like, "Hey.

Somebody told me you could help me score that new stuff."

It was, like, disturbingly smooth.

-Thank you, thank you. -SARAH: No, that's not a compliment.

You are way too comfortable buying drugs.

-I was undercover. -LENA: Yeah,

but did you see how fast that transaction happened?

Yep, the kid's a natural.

A little too natural, though.

All right, I don't understand how I'm getting roasted

for being amazing at my job.

LENA: All jokes aside,

the two of you did such good work

on this case.

Like, we dismantled a would-be drug empire, we arrested

all the bad guys,

and we got closure for three different families.

That was thanks to both of you.

A couple of future detectives, if you ask me.

Very well done, both of you.

Absolutely. It's your first undercover op,

and you two crushed it. Cheers.

-EDWIN: Cheers. -Cheers.

Cheers.

EDWIN: I, um,

I have some news of my own to share.

Not quite as happy, I'm afraid.

The tests confirmed

what Mae warned me about.

I have something called, uh, aortic stenosis.

Well, what does that mean? What's the prognosis?

Well, uh, it could be mild or it could be severe.

The doctors just don't know yet.

There's more tests next week.

SARAH: Okay, well, if you need

rides to appointments

or anything...

We'll help how we can, Grandpa.

-Yeah, whatever you need. -LENA: Yeah, Grandpa,

you're gonna be okay. We got you.

Always.

EDWIN: Thank you.

Listen, I appreciate it.

But the one thing the doctors

kept saying over and over was...

how lucky I was that I came in when I did.

And I had to tell them it wasn't luck.

It was my daughter's persistence.

So, thank you, Mae.

I love you.

Hey.

How're you holding up with all of this?

Mm.

Got to take it one day at a time, huh?

Nothing else we can do.

Yeah.

It's been a lot.

So,

today I had an interview,

and the reporter had that old charcoal that I did.

You remember, the one with the flowers?

From the emerging artist showcase?

Yeah, I always liked that drawing.

Hmm.

Your sister, she was so jealous of your talent.

(laughs softly)

-So was I. -What?

(chuckles)

I always thought the art came from my birth father.

I resented that.

Danny's been teasing me all day

about wanting to get my name in the paper,

calling me a "press junkie."

But he's right.

Part of me does want to be in the paper,

and today, I figured out why.

It's 'cause I dream of him seeing it.

Reading about me.

Realizing he was wrong to leave us.

Wrong to abandon me.

Lena, what happened back then,

yeah, it was difficult, it was painful,

I know.

But it turned out to be the best thing for our family.

Now your grandfather is sick.

This is not the right time to be diving into this for no reason.

Of course there's a reason.

And with everything happening, with Grandpa,

is it not a painful reminder that tomorrow is not promised?

There is a man out there who shares half of my DNA.

And I don't know who he is.

Don't I deserve to know why the...

the first man who was supposed to love me didn't?

Don't I at least deserve to know what his name is?

Lena, please.

Tell me the truth.

You got to trust me.

I will tell you.

But not tonight.

One crisis at a time.

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