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Really?

You made us stop for coffee
and you're still tired?

You're the reason that I didn't
get any sleep last night.

-I mean, how long
does one woman's

nighttime routine take?

Well, two things I'm not:
ashy and the one.

-I have steps.
-Oh, no, I get that.

But once we're in bed?

They're all necessary.

Shea body butter,
peptide neck cream, hand cream.

And then I read my silly little
tabloid from cover to cover.

I just wanted you
to turn the light off

so we could get some sleep.

Wasn't sleep
you were trying to get.

We would have gotten some sleep.

-Eventually.

I can't with you.

It's just that's my time
to decompress, you know?

Forget about all the hard stuff
from the day.

What about this--
15-minute time cap?

Hold on one second.
It's Danny.

Got to interview a witness
at Boston General.

Okay. Okay, okay.
20 minutes?

Is this a negotiation, Sergeant?

Kind of.

Deal.
20 minutes.

And you keep your cold feet
to your own self, huh?

Deal.
But you know what they say.

Cold feet, warm hands.

It's "warm heart."

Guess we'll just
have to find out later.

I'm trying as hard as I can,
and I can't squeeze it out.

-Pause.
-Oh.

Resume.
I'm talking about the body wash.

Get your head out of the gutter.

Besides, somebody's stealing it,
for sure.

'Cause Rico the janitor said
he was gonna restock it

and now it's all gone.

Probably the same guy
who keeps stealing all

-the toilet paper.
-Maybe Rico forgot.

Rico would never forget.

It's not that big
of a deal, man.

Yeah, says you,
guy who doesn't wash his legs.

What are you talking about?

I wash 'em.
The soapy water trickles down.

-It's the same thing.
-Trickles down.

It's not the same thing.

That doesn't work for economics,
nor does it work

-for hygiene, buddy. You musty.
-Whatever.

Why are you
watching me shower anyway?

My point is we got a case
of missing body wash,

and I'm gonna get
to the bottom of it.

Nobody panic, okay?

Detective Peeping Tom's
on the case.

Oh, shoot.
Roll call's in five.

Uh, last one
to make roll call has to...

Uh, join Sarge's
board game night.

-Hell, no.
-You took my socks.

-I did not take your socks.
-My shoes!

-Why would I want your socks?
-These are my socks.

Sean wouldn't
stop talking about it,

so I caved and joined.

You joined TikTok on purpose?

I did.
And it's low-key incredible.

Low-key,
if you start shooting TikToks

in MCU, I'm gonna
send you back to Brooklyn.

We would do
some good videos together,

you and I, I'm just saying.

By the way,
you know what "skibidi" means?

No, I-I don't,
and neither should you.

We got to change with the times.

Get along with the people
that we're policing.

Danny Reagan,
Gen Alpha whisperer.

Yeah.

I like that.

Speaking of youngsters,
how's the reverend?

They just landed in Ohio,
so we'll get that second opinion

on Grandpa's heart
by the end of day.

-Well, let's hope for the best.
-Thank you.

-Knock, knock.
-Charlene Joshi.

Detective Reagan
and Detective...

Silverware.

Looks worse than it feels.

On enough meds
to beat a horse.

So, shouldn't someone...

-remove that from your face?
-Can't yet.

Dr. Hot Stuff said it's
too close to a facial artery.

Gonna need surgery or whatever.

I'm sure Dr. Hot Stuff
has set the table the right way

for your procedure.

Um, we heard you started
a nasty barroom brawl.

That broad was asking for it.

Shouldn't have been
smack-talking the Pats,

she didn't want her ass beat.

But you just injured
three people, Charlene.

If you consider Jets fans
people.

Well, the bartender's
pressing charges

and, as a Jets fan,
maybe next time,

try turning the other cheek.

-Dr. Hot Stuff.
-Lena?

I didn't know you became a cop.

Lot of things
you don't know, Troy.

Uh...

Hey.

-Hey.
-If I'm not mistaken,

you told me about some guy
that you dated

when he was in medical school.

Yeah, that's him. Troy.

First time you seen him since?

Mm-hmm.
Didn't even know he worked here.

You want to talk about it?

You want to talk about Baez?

Okay, what does me and Baez
have to do

with some guy that
cheated on you decades ago?

-I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
My guard is up.
-Help.

-Help.
-Hey, whoa, whoa.
What's going on?

-In there.
He says he's got a bomb.

-Where? Okay.
-Front desk.

-Go, go, go.
-Find an exit. Go.

-Get safe.
-Dispatch, Oscar 805.

We got a bomb threat
at Boston General.

-You didn't tell me...
-Yes, I did.
-All units, be advised.

Reports of a bomb threat
at Boston General.

That's two blocks from us.

-Dispatch, 12-Jake-101.
Show us responding.
-Copy that.

Back up!
I am not messing around.

Anyone moves,
and I detonate this bomb.

-Hey.
-Stay back. Back up.

We just want to talk. Take it
easy. We just want to talk.

Detective Silver.
This is Detective Reagan.

What's your name?

You stay right there
or I will kill us all.

Just shoot his ass.
He said he had a bomb.

-Shut your mouth over there.
-Do not shoot me.

-Nobody's shooting anybody.
-Give me your guns right now.

-We can't do that.
-Look.

I'm holstering my weapon.
You see that?

Now, you talk to me.
We're here to help you,

not hurt you.

What's your name?

What's her name?

Go on down, bug.

My name's Greg McKean.
This is my daughter,

Sofie McKean.
She's dying.

And she needs a liver
transplant. That's it.

She is my whole life.
If she dies,

I swear to God,
I will blow this place up!

-Just shoot him.
-If I shoot him
the bomb goes off, dummy.

Now sit down and shut up.

Okay, listen to me, Greg.
We can

work something out.
We can.

We can work something out.

My daughter is not going
to die today.

Don't do it!

Sean, you good?

Uh, yeah.

That was a warning.

The next one
levels the hospital.

Help her.

Help her!

Oh, my God,
oh, my God, oh, my God.

Take it easy. Take it easy.

-Settle down. Settle down!
-Nobody moves.

-Nobody comes in or out.
-Okay.

I've activated the next bomb.
If my thumb comes off

-this button, we all die.
-All right.

-Nobody's moving.
-Then lock that door.

Do what he said. Lock the door.

Greg, why don't you bring your
focus back here to us, okay?

We're only here to help you.

And we just need to know,
do you have any weapons

on you besides the bomb--

knife, gun, anything?

Assuming that's a no,
which is good.

We're just gonna take
these hot coats off, all right?

We're not going anywhere for
a while. We're here with you.

So don't worry.

Now let's back up. You're here

because your daughter needs
a transplant?

Sofie has Wilson's disease.

The past six months,
it's gotten worse and worse.

She's been in and out
of this hospital.

She's fought as hard as she can.

-And now she's in liver failure.
-Do you need

to get her
on the organ transplant list?

She's on the list.
Of course she's on the list.

She's at the top of the list.
I got a call saying

that a match was found and to
get her ready for surgery today.

So then what are we doing here
with a bomb,

-threatening all these people?
-Then I got another call

from a woman
at this hospital saying

there was
an administrative error.

She's not gonna get the liver,
she just has to

wait for another match.

She'll die before then.

Now it makes sense.

We understand your frustration.

We know you're afraid
for your little girl.

And so are
all these people, okay?

But there's another way, Greg.

If you can just start
by deactivating that bomb...

...then we could talk.

-Back off!
-Daddy?

It's okay. It's okay, bug.

-It's okay. Shh, shh, shh.
-You know what, Greg?

We see that you love
your daughter very much.

So let us help you

-without bombs
making things harder, Greg.
-You know,

it's funny, I tried that,
and nobody took me seriously,

and look at you now.

I will not lose her.

We're very sorry. We really are.

You've been through a lot, Greg.

But hey,

you don't want to hurt Sofie,

-right?
-At this point,

my only hope is that
she'll be alive

and she can send her daddy
pictures in jail. Right, bug?

You're not thinking straight,
Greg.

You can't help her
by hurting all these people.

Why don't you figure it out?

I don't have a reason to live
if she dies.

So get to work saving my reason.

Okay.

Flag it. Let's go, begin.

That looks like
it came from somewhere else.

I'm running tactical command.

-Yes, ma'am.
-Superintendent.

Ten twenty-one hundred,
a bomb threat was reported

by Detectives Reagan and Silver.
What else do we know?

VBIED was detonated remotely.
No casualties.

Two uniformed officers
were within the blast radius

at time of explosion.

No one makes a move

until I know
what we are dealing with.

Commander Hunt, conduct a grid
search of the explosion site.

I need intel
on these explosives.

That might profile
the assailant.

-Yes, ma'am.
-Yes, ma'am.

Hey, my dad and Lena
are in there.

Nobody's left the ER
since the explosion.

We got an unknown number
of hostages

with unknown assailants
and unknown threats.

Gentleman,
I do not like unknowns.

Divert all medical emergencies
to Suffolk County

Medical Center. Has anyone made
contact with Danny and Lena

on the inside?

-You guys good?
-Yes, ma'am.

-No, no, no. No phone calls.
-Greg, we got

to take the call.
All that noise outside

is SWAT lining up

a kill shot on you right now.
They have to know

that if your thumb
comes off that boom button,

you, your daughter
and the rest of us all are dead.

Greg, the only way that we can
help you is if you trust us.

Hey, Lena, what the hell

-is going on?
-Wait, who's this?
-It's okay.

It's okay.
Uh, this is Dr. Troy Underwood.

He's a trauma doctor.
Yeah, come closer.

This is Greg McKean.
His daughter, Sofie McKean,

is in liver failure. She was
on the organ transplant list.

She was scheduled
for surgery today,

and then it was
suddenly denied. So,

-can you locate that liver?
-That liver could be

-anywhere in
an eight-hour radius of Boston.
-Troy.

ER doctors don't have access
to the organ transplant process.

It's intentionally siloed.

I don't want to hear
about red tape, Doctor.

Aren't you supposed
to help people?

Listen, every second
that we waste,

Sofie gets closer to dying,
and Greg

gets closer
to bombing this hospital.

Okay. Uh, the fastest way
to get answers would be

through Boston General's

transplant coordinator,
Mabel Yardley.

Yardley. That's the woman
who called

-and took away Sofie's liver.
-Judy, track down

Sofie McKean's transplant
surgeon, her hepatologist.

Find out why
the donor liver was rejected.

-Yes, Dr. Underwood.
-Greg, can I take Sofie?

-No, no, no. She stays with me.
-Look,

I just want to check out
her vitals. That's all.

I can do that right here.
Is that okay?

Just you.

Hey.
My name is

Dr. Troy, okay?

-I'm gonna check your vitals.

-I'm gonna take care of you.
-Greg?

I'm gonna check your lungs.

It's fine.

-Reagan.
-Had me worried. Lena?

She's fine.
She's right in front of me.

Greg McKean's daughter,
Sofie McKean,

needs a liver transplant.
A woman named Mabel Yardley

should be able to help you
figure out how to get that done.

We'll track down Mabel.
Hostages?

Thirty-one. Civilian and staff.

We're gonna try
to negotiate a release.

-We'll be ready.

It's phone activated.
First bomb was just a flash.

Sarah, if his finger

comes off that button...

Got it.

Greg McKean.
I want everything on him now.

He's got more bombs planted
in this hospital.

Have the bomb-sniffing dogs

-sweep all areas safe to clear.
-Copy that.

And keep the press
behind the perimeter.

Miss?

Superintendent Silver.
And you are?

Cameron Fisher. I'm the board
president of Boston General.

How can I help?

Halt all surgeries, evacuate
all non-emergency patients

and staff from the south wing.
My officers will help

-facilitate that move.
-With all due respect,

halting surgeries is gonna
put lives at serious risk.

Not more risk than a bomb
detonating mid-surgery.

-Hey, where's Lee?
-Inside, with Reagan.

-Put me in, Coach.
-Mabel Yardley,
hospital staffer.

-Locate her,
bring her here ASAP.
-Got it.

-Let's move. Stay sharp.
-Yes, ma'am.

All right. Her vitals are good.

Let her rest.

You know, Greg,
these hostage situations--

they're about good faith.

Show on the outside
you want to play nice.

So why don't you let
everyone else go now?

If I let anyone go, they won't
try to save my daughter.

If you let them go,
you'll have two

Boston police detectives
as leverage.

-I can't do it. I'm sorry.
-Dr. Underwood,

bed nine got restless
and pulled the impalement.

Brisk arterial bleeding,
tachycardia, BP's dropping.

That's tamponade. Prep a trauma
tray, two large-bore IVs.

-Hang a liter of saline.
Page ENT for surgery.
-I did.

Hospital's on lockdown, and
all surgeries have been halted.

Okay, if she loses her airway,

be ready to intubate.
Be right there, okay?

That woman you interviewed--

she just yanked the fork,
now she's bleeding out.

Enough. I said nobody in or out.
Sit down.

No.
I'm a doctor.

We're supposed to help people.

Nobody else comes or goes.

Hey.

Greg, um...

Why don't you
tell me about Sofie?

You call her "bug," right?

Yeah, since the first time
I held her.

She was so little in my hands.

But she was so strong.

Look, kids aren't supposed
to get sick.

Not like this.

You know, I missed a lot
of her firsts.

I missed her first steps,
I missed her first words.

How messed-up is that?

And then her mom died.

I swore that I would spend
the rest of my life

looking after her.

She's got a lot more firsts
coming.

I've had plenty.

Look, I'm not a bad guy.

I know you're not.

You're just a dad

fighting to protect
his daughter.

But you know,
all these folks in here---

every single one of 'em--

they're somebody's kid, too.

Let them go.

Five.

Five can go.

You can pick 'em.
But not until Mabel gets here.

Anybody
with serious health issues?

Life-threatening situations?

That sweet odor--
ethylene glycol dinitrate.

Gritty residue
is clay-stabilizing filler.

Soot pattern is heavy
and uneven. This wasn't C-4.

Bomber packed it with dynamite--
about five kilograms of it.

Survey your grid, indicate
anything unusual to bomb squad.

If it's burned, bent
or out of place, flag it.

Let's go. Begin.

You two good?

Yeah, thanks J.D.

Sarge's board game night doesn't
sound so bad right about now.

Happy to give you my spot,

what with you almost
getting blown up.

-Hard pass.
-Yeah, we're good.

Hey, Reagan,
take a look at these rocks.

Those aren't just rocks.

that's coarse-grained
Dedham granite.

I had a rock phase
in middle school.

That's not what people mean when
they say they had a rock phase.

So, what,
is this part of the bomb?

No, it's not explosive,
it's used in architecture.

Car must have tracked some in,
but that means

it would have to have,
like, come from...

-From where?
-Like, a quarry or something.

-Ariella Drexler.
-Huh?

Fourth grade, we went on a trip
to the Woodbourne Quarry.

And I had a kiss
with Ariella Drexler.

Of course the story involves you
kissing a girl in fourth grade.

Don't be weird.
My point is

it's the only operational quarry
in Boston.

-If the car came from there...
-Might give us clues as to

who built the bomb,
and if we're smart...

Where the next bomb could be.

Mabel Yardley?

Mabel, we have an emergency at
Boston Gen. We need your help.

-We're ready here.
-Mabel was strangled to death.

-What?
-No coincidences in crime.

You think
Greg made a stop before

-the hospital?
-No, I don't think
Greg murdered Mabel.

Why would he kill her and then
ask for her to be here?

It's definitely connected,
but it wasn't Greg.

Something bigger's going on.

Rodgers and I--
we're working it.

This guy Greg is
on the edge right now,

and this is gonna
put him over it.

On that.
Compiled a profile on Greg.

Army vet.

Explosive ordnance
disposal specialist

with IED experience.

So he's not bluffing
about the other bombs?

He doesn't seem like
a vet with PTSD.

Just seems like a dad
who wants to save his kid.

-Mabel was murdered.
-So we've got

two ticking clocks.
Sofie's failing liver...

And Greg's other bombs.
We got to diffuse both.

-He's coming back. I got to go.
-Hey, what is taking so long?

Greg, Mabel was murdered.

I just spoke to Sofie's surgeon.

He was never contacted
about a match.

-Did you lie to us, Greg?
-What does he mean,

-there was no match?
-I swear on my daughter's life.

Mabel called me, and said
there was a liver match.

-Why would she call
about a match?
-Only to

take it back and say there was
some kind of admin error?

-That doesn't make any sense.
-Why the hell

would someone murder Mabel
about it?

-What about Sofie's liver?
-We're gonna figure

something else out, okay?
But Greg,

you still need
to let these five hostages go.

No Mabel, no hostages.

Figure something out.

Hey, baby.

So where do things stand?

Sean and Jonah-- they're at
the quarry looking for leads.

Uh-huh. Sarah and Rodgers are
are trying to solve the murder

-of Mabel outside.
-We got to pivot.

Seems that admin error
might be a good place to start.

If we can figure out
what that was, we can probably

end this whole thing
and save Sofie.

Can you talk to Troy?

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah, I can,
as long as Greg lets me.

Greg, with your permission,
I would like to go talk to Troy.

Need to widen the search
for Sofie's liver.

It's the best thing
we can do right now.

So, great.
Go. Hurry.

-You be safe.
-You too.

You know, situations like this,
Greg, fatigue can set in.

You don't even realize
how tired you are.

Your thumb could slip
right off that button.

Then I guess
you better work faster.

Mm-hmm.

I have two sons.

Sean and Jack.

Doctor and a cop.
How ironic.

It seems like yesterday
they were Sofie's age.

Now, in the blink of an eye,
they're all grown up.

As a dad, I get it, Greg.

I understand what
you're trying to do here,

but this is not
the way to do it.

I want to know what she does
when she grows up.

If one of your boys was dying

right in front of you...

...wouldn't do anything
to save him?

I would do...

almost anything to save them.

Greg, I give you my word,

as a man,

if you really
want to save her life...

...it's time
to deactivate that bomb.

Well, man to man...

...no.

Find my daughter a liver.

Bomb dogs haven't found
the other IEDs.

-Tell me you have something.
-Homicide detectives

are processing Mabel's home,
but they found this.

Visitor's tag
caught in her fingers.

Boston General.
56 unit C.

Mabel didn't need
a visitor's tag.

She had a key card.

-What's in unit C?
-Don't know,

but I know who does.
Find Cameron Fisher.

-Yes, ma'am.
-There's more.
I did some digging.

Mabel didn't have any prior
records, no pissed-off exes,

so, figured the next
common motive would be...

Money. Ah, it feels like
your old MCU days with Lena.

Right?
Called in a favor to a judge.

Got a warrant on her financials.

Mabel was underwater
with her mortgage,

but last night, paid in full.

$275,000
from Lynx Enterprises, LLC.

Good work.
Look into Lynx.

Mr. Fisher, visitor's tag,
Boston General.

-What's in unit C?
-That's our transplant unit.

And the color yellow--
what does that mean?

Tags are color-coded
the day of the week.

So anyone visiting
Boston General needs one.

-Where was this found?
-Wait.

-Which day was yellow?
-Today.

This tag was from today.

-Huh.
-Thank you, Mr. Fisher.

So, someone visited
this hospital...

Before going to murder Mabel.

Question is who?

...next available
representative.

Thank you for your patience.

And the ODN is what?

Organ Distribution Network.

A third party
that handles organ donors

and hospital recipients.

This one covers
all of New England.

And with Mabel dead
and Sofie's surgeon adamant

he wasn't contacted
about the liver match...

The ODN's our only hope
at finding Sofie's donor liver.

Your call will be answered
by the next

available representative.
Thank you for your patience.

Lena,

I lied, earlier.

About?

I did know you were a cop.

I don't know why I didn't say.

I guess it just felt easier
than admitting...

I check up on you.

-This whole time?
-Not at first.

I just couldn't stand
not knowing if you were okay.

And then the news
of your dad's passing.

I-I would've come
to the funeral.

-I just didn't know if...
-No.

Y-Yeah.

You remember that train
to Paris?

You remember that?

That was a long time ago.

Right. Um...

Yeah, and-and if you hate me,
I get it.

Hate you?

I gave you everything.

I loved you, supported you

for six years.

And the second
you got into residency...

Alexandra?

-How's she...
-Lee.

-I trusted you.
-It is not that simple.

You changed on me.
When we first met,

you used to glow, Lena.

You were so full of passion
and dreams,

and you were so damn confident.

But at some point,

-something...
-Are you...?
-Hello, Doctor,

are you still there?

Uh, yes. Hello.
Yeah, we're here.

-Sorry for the delay.

We tracked down the donor liver
for Sofie McKean.

-Really not sure
what happened there.
-Uh, sor-sorry.

Where is the liver now?

They say once a Marine,
always a Marine.

You jarheads love to say that.

Us GI's-- we don't
have to talk so much.

Army strong?
Cute.

You know, Greg, I know you said

you don't care
about going to prison,

but there could be a way
that you don't have to.

My partner and I are very close
with the D.A.,

who is a fair and honest woman.

You haven't hurt anybody.

Yet.

When my partner
finds that liver...

...will you
deactivate the bomb then?

-Hey, we found the donor liver.
-What? Where?

It was accepted
at Boston General this morning.

-Oh, thank you God.
-Greg, it was accepted, but

it was already scheduled to be
transplanted to a different kid.

-Kimmy Nobel.
-No. No. That is Sofie's liver.

-That is my daughter's liver!
-Calm down! Greg!

-That belongs to my daughter.

-She's seizing. She's seizing.
-Oh, God, Sofie. Sofie.

-Get a gurney.
-Bug? Hey.

-Baby...
-Prep O2, cardiac monitor.

-I got the gurney. I got it.
-Baby, just breathe.

Push first-line seizure meds,
prep a backup

in case she doesn't stop.

I need a full LF panel.
INRs, LFTs, glucose.

We got a possible
cerebral edema.

Bed up 30 degrees.
Bring that gurney.

It's okay, you can trust him.

Come on.
Hang in there, Sofie.

Hang in there, hang in there.

Officers.
What can I do you for?

Can you confirm that these
came from this quarry?

Controlled explosion.

Coarse red feldspar,
heavy black mica,

that little garnet fleck?
Yeah.

This Dedham granite's ours.

-Greg McKean. Do you know him?
-Yeah.

He's one of my blasters.

Why isn't he on record
of being employed here?

Look, the guy's a veteran.

He came around needing a job
out of the Army.

Told me his kid was sick.

I paid him cash.

I was just trying
to spare him the taxes.

Right now, Greg is holding
Boston General hostage

with a bomb built from
your supplies from this quarry.

What?
That's Greg on the news?

Innocent lives are at stake.
What aren't you telling us?

Uh, this morning--
I didn't think much of it--

but one of our trucks
was missing.

I-I figured one of our guys
borrowed it.

I saw security cameras
on the way in.

-Can we see the footage?
-Yeah, yeah. Come on.

All right.

How much dynamite is that?

-About 50, 60 kilograms.
-Greg's got enough explosives

to make a bomb ten times bigger
than the first one.

We got to find this truck now.

-Daddy's right here, bug.
-First-line failed.

Let's push levetiracetam
second-line.

Excuse me.

There's no change.

She's full status.
Infusion pump.

Same agent, continuous dosing.

-Keep O2 on her.
-Come on. Come on, baby.

Daddy's right here, bug.

Come on. Come on, Sofie.

Buggy, don't go.

Sofie's stable.

-She's stable.

Hey, she doesn't get
a new liver in the next hour...

Got it, got it.
We got it.

Spoke to the transplant unit.

Kimmy Nobel's surgery was halted

-due to the bomb threat.
-Meaning that

the liver hasn't
been transplanted yet?

So, great, why don't we just
give it to Sofie instead?

We can't just take a liver
from a little girl

and give it to another, right?

-These are from the ODN.
-One's Sofie's, one's Kimmy's.

And the admin error Mabel cited?

-There was no admin error.
-Mabel switched
the organ recipient

from Sofie to Kimmy Nobel.

Why would Mabel do that?

Now, why would a hospital
coordinator with no

criminal record
suddenly steal an organ

from one girl
and give it to another?

The $275,000
paid to Mabel's bank

by Lynx Enterprises, LLC.

Yeah, turns out Lynx
was just a shell corporation.

-A dead end.
-Okay, so, what about

the law firm that created
the shell corporation?

-Always one step
ahead of you, Reagan.
-Miss you, too, Rodgers.

It's a law firm
called Zimmerman & Pratt.

We got a client list here,
it's 25 names long.

Trying to connect
one of those names to Mabel

is gonna take longer
than Sofie's got.

Maybe not.
Look. Cameron Fisher.

Boston General's
board president.

Find Cameron Fisher now.

-Yes, ma'am.
-Well, what's
Cameron Fisher's

connection to Kimmy Nobel?

Wait a minute,
Kimmy's ODN paperwork.

"Ina Fisher-Nobel."

-Her mother signed it.
-Cameron is Kimmy's uncle.

And a guy like Cameron Fisher

would be powerful enough
to get Mabel

to doctor the paperwork to steal
the liver for his own niece.

That's right, and then
Mabel could have panicked

and had second thoughts when
Greg showed up here with a bomb.

Cameron insisted surgeries
not be halted

despite the bomb threat.

That hospital tag
found on Mabel's body

-was Cameron's.
-He needed to make sure

that his niece Kimmy
got the liver

that he had just killed
for her to have.

Ma'am. Fisher.

He's gone.

We got a murderer to track down.

-And we got a little girl
to save.
-Let's go.

-Greg.
-Hmm?

You were right.

Donor liver was supposed
to go to Sofie.

-It's still on ice.
-Okay, great. Let's go.

Well, it's not that simple.

Okay?
There's another little girl

who needs that liver, too.

You can understand
how her family feels.

Then God bless her,
she's not my problem.

Hey, I just spoke
to Kimmy's surgeon upstairs.

Kimmy's MELD score--

uh, that's the rating
used to indicate

the urgency of liver need--

Kimmy's score is a 25.

-What's Sofie's?
-She's a 40.
She's the most urgent.

Kimmy's surgeon agrees,

-Sofie is more critical.
-Okay,

-well, what's he gonna
do about it?
-He's agreed

to perform
Sofie's transplant surgery.

-Great.
-Great, let's go. Right now.

Look, if she dies before
surgery, the bomb goes off.

We got it.
Get out of the way

-so the doc can work.
-Here we go.

Nurses?

We just want to take
a look ourselves.

Parking has entry gate
license plate readers.

The truck you ID'd
is right over here.

-And nothing?
-Bomb sniffing dogs
did alert to explosives,

but techs didn't find
any IEDs in, on or near it.

I don't get it. The dynamite.
People would've seen

-Greg moving it, right?
-Yeah.

Hey. You see this?

That, my friend,
is Dedham granite.

Yep.

Morgue freezers.
They're hermetically sealed.

Dogs wouldn't have
been able to smell bombs

-stashed inside.
-Hermetically sealed?

I swear, if you tell me
you had a morgue phase,

I'm moving out.

-Which one is it?
-Let's check 'em all.

Hey. Gentle.

Hey, I got something.

How much dynamite is that?

Fifty-five kilograms,
give or take.

We've located the second IED.
Far south wing,

basement level.

Send all bomb squad
officers, now.

She's a fighter.

Blade again.

Greg, you want to wait outside?

No, I'm fine.

You know, Greg,
she's getting her liver now.

Maybe it's time
you deactivate that bomb, huh?

Look, we made a deal.
Don't ask me again.

When she gets out of that room,
the bomb turns off.

-Okay.
-Mm-hmm.

Heart rate's climbing. 160.

What's her pressure?

Pressure dropping.

Wait, wait, wait.
What's happening?

Compressions?

Hey, what's happening?

Sofie. Sofie?

Greg, take it easy.

-Hey!

-What's happening?
-Greg.

-Hey! Sofie!
-No, Greg, stay calm.

Let the doctors do their job.

Paddles. Clear.

-No response.
-Baby, don't go.

-We're losing her.
-No...

Oh, God. Oh, no.

No, no, no.

No, no, no, no.

No.

-Hey.

Greg?

Greg, don't do this.
Just stay calm, all right?

-Don't do it, Greg. Don't...
-You don't need to...
Hey, Greg.

-I'm sorry.
-Don't do that!
-Hey, hey! You don't need...

It's armed.

-Why didn't it go off?
-It's a fail-safe.

-You have three minutes
if you want to pray.
-The bomb is on a timer?

Where the hell is bomb squad?

-No, y-you can
deactivate it, right?
-IEDs

of this construction take five
minutes. There's no capacitor.

I need to remove the detonator
from the main explosive charge,

but it's too tricky with the
Arduino logic board initiated.

He needs to deactivate it.

Hey, Lena,
Sean and I are at the bomb

and the clock is ticking down.
Can you press Greg?

Listen, you and Sean
need to get out of there.

-You need to run.
-Greg, you got to

deactivate the bomb.
There's got to be some way.

-It's too late.
-No, it's not too late.

My son is down there.

Her brother is down there.

Well, my little girl's in there!

That fire in your stomach.

I know what it feels like.

You missed your daughter's

entire life because you served,

but you can't change that
by doing this.

My second tour in Iraq,
my unit was ambushed.

I was held captive
for three weeks,

and those sons of bitches

did everything they could
to break me.

But I did everything in my power

to make sure
I got back to my boy safely.

Your little girl--

she spent her last moments
watching her father

do everything in his power

to fight for her life.

You spent your entire career
saving lives,

and you can do it again
right now...

...by deactivating that bomb.

Don't die saying you loved her.

Live proving it.

There you go.

It's-it's not working!
Clock is still ticking.

Whatever you did,
it didn't work.

-What?
-I entered the code.

I don't know, the logic board
must have malfunctioned.

What do you mean, a malfunction?

Come on, Sofie.

We got a signal.

-She's stable.
-Wait, Sofie?

Sofie. Bug?

Greg, we got to turn off
that bomb.

-How do you deactivate it?
-I don't know. I don't know!

Can't you bash the case open
or something?

No, no, no, don't do that.
There's a lift-switch.

Too much movement
will set it off.

There's got to be a way.

-Think.
-The only way to manually

deactivate the bomb
is by unlocking the housing

with this key.

Sixty seconds.

-I got this.
-Okay. Go.

Lena's on her way with the key.

Repeat, Lena is on her way
with the key.

-I'm here.
-Come on!

Disarmed.

Dad, we're good.

The bomb is defused.

-Show-off.

You show-off.

Sean, come here.

She's gonna pull through.

See you soon, bug.

Let's go.

Thank you.

Good job, Doc.

Vantage points came in handy.

Found him trying to flee
in an ambulance.

I'm the board president.

What you are is under arrest
for extortion and murder.

-You're crazy.
-No, I'm good at my job.

Deleted texts you sent Mabel
prove you threatened to fire her

if she didn't change
the liver recipient

from Sofie to your niece.

Mabel refused,

so you paid off her mortgage
of $275K.

So, Mabel agrees, calls Greg,

citing some BS admin error.

And it would have worked,
except that Greg

showed up the next morning
with a bomb.

Leveraging relationships
for organ transplants--

that happens all the time.

You murdered a woman and stole
a liver from a sick little girl.

Get him out of my face.

You did good today.
Both of you.

You never told me about Iraq.

A father's job
is to protect his kids.

And, honestly, son, some stories
you don't want to know.

I'm not a kid anymore.

I want to know about you.

Okay.

And I promise you will.

I know I might not
say it enough, but, um...

...I love you, Dad.

I love you too.

I always wondered if...

...when I'd see you again.

Never imagined
it'd be like this.

You know, I've spent
the last ten years

imagining what
I would say to you.

Lena...

I am so sorry.

I changed jobs
and moved apartments,

I supported you
and your dreams...

...and I gave up on mine.

I never asked you
to do any of that.

You didn't have to.

Because I was so afraid
of you abandoning me

that I abandoned myself
to keep you.

And that's on me,
that's not on you.

But what about now?

You seem like the you
when we first met.

Better, even.

I am.

All I want to say to you

is that I forgive you.

I forgive you, Troy.

And I forgive myself.

Because I held onto you
to fix a hurt

that you did not cause.

Uh, Lena...

I mean, come on, now.

This is crazy.
A bomb?

Us?

Trapped here together?
I mean, that's...

that's got to mean something.

There is no us.

There's you and there's me.

Take care of yourself, Troy.

So, you ran towards
a ticking time bomb?

Something you want to tell me?

I'm a woman of rituals, Brian.

My faith, my fitness routine,

my nighttime skin care regimen,
my tabloids.

I know that that might
seem ridiculous to you...

No, no.

You can keep the light on
all you want...

...as long as I'm the man
it's keeping up.

All right.

We'll be reviewing whatever

this Boston slop is.

Hey, that's one of the best
beers you'll ever have

-in your life, bud.
-Everything in New York

-is better than Boston.
-There you go.

-Get out of here.
Who is this guy?

Food's here. Food's here.

-Okay.
-Hello.

Reverend Peters and Mae
are out of town.

Just figured we'd have
a Reagan family dinner.

Me being the only Reagan
that can't cook,

-it's gonna be Chinese takeout.

-I think it's perfect.
-Chopsticks.

-All right.
-Not for you, Lena.

I got you something special.

Wait till we tell you
about this.

-You're gonna love it.
-Get that moo shu in there?

You're a moo shu, buddy.

And one other Reagan tradition
we like to do

is say grace
before we eat, so...

Bless us, O Lord,
for these Thy gifts

which we are about
to receive from Thy bounty,

through Christ our Lord. Amen.

-Amen.
-All right, let's eat.

-Let's do it.
-All right.

So, Sofie McKean's surgery
was a success.

-Nice.
-Her grandmother's
looking after her.

What about Kimmy Nobel?

She's doing good.
Ina, her mom,

had nothing to do with
Cameron's criminal activity.

She's just awaiting a liver now.

You saved a lot
of lives today, Beantown.

Hmm. So did you, Brooklyn.

And you know what,
there's nobody

I'd rather have on the outside

than you, Sarah.

-What am I, chopped moo shu?

No, you, too, baby.

-Of course you, too.

-Well, all right, now.

Can we talk about how Sean
doesn't wash his legs

-in the shower?
-Say what now?

The soapy water trickles down.

-And it cleans as it goes down.
-First of all,

-why are you studying
his shower habits?
-Exactly.

We got a case of missing
body wash at the station,

and I have just
been investigating.

Let me guess,
missing toilet paper, too?

Yeah, and all the coffee pots.

And leftovers out of the fridge.
How'd you know?

When I was a rookie,
there was this cop

named Blythe who was having
trouble making ends meet,

so he started stealing supplies
from the station house.

Anybody new in Boston
or having kids or anything?

Yeah, actually, J.D. Sawyer
just moved from Ohio.

-Mm-hmm.
-He's got one kid

and his wife's pregnant
with a second, so...

Well, looks like
that's your man.

Guess I got to start ordering

one big-ass bottle
of body wash for J.D.

and another big-ass bottle
of body wash for Sean's

musty, dusty,

crusty little legs.

I've already said this,
I'll say it again.

The soapy water...

-Trickles down.
-Oh!

-It does!

-Wash it...
-Yes.

It works!

I'm gonna get you a loofah.

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