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Special thanks to all of
the officers who participated

in the Community Compstat
meeting last night.

And one last thing:

Today completes the official
transfer of a detective

whose legendary career
is short one privilege:

a tour on BPD patrol.

♪ Paranoia is in bloom ♪

♪ The PR transmissions will resume ♪

♪ They'll try to... ♪

Not bad, Reagan.

Not bad at all.

Detective Danny Reagan,

you will be riding along
as part of unit Jake-101.

Officer Sean Reagan,
you know today's beat.

Show Danny the ropes, will you?

Take care of each other,

and take care of the city of Boston.

Dismissed.

Not for nothing,
but I do not ever remember

the top brass doing
roll call in New York.

What? I like to stay
plugged-in at the ground level.

Just to be clear, I
don't need to recognize

his detective rank today? Like, at all?

Oh, I know better than to tell
two Reagans who's in charge.

We'll figure that part out between us.

But seriously, thank you for not making
too big of a deal of it in there.

Means a lot.

- Of course.
- Yeah.

Now smile!

Say "Beantown."

- Thank you, partner. Thank you.
- Beantown.

You're gonna want these photos one day.

- I want 'em right now, actually.
- Yeah.

- Can you send me those?
- Coming your way.

Wait, aren't you supposed
to be clean-shaven?

Me? No, actually,
I got a note from a doctor.

- No, you didn't.
- Mm-hmm.

- He did. It is on my desk.
- Yeah.

I still know a few
tricks from the old days.

You have a second?

Of course.

- Look at this.
- Yeah.

You gonna be okay riding
without me today, partner?

Oh, I don't know.
Sherlock running the streets

- without Batman?
- I know.

- It's gonna be tough on you.
- Mm-hmm.

You still planning on
going to see your dad?

Yes. In the afternoon, after my tour.

Look, if you want, I can go with you.

You know, for moral support.

I know it's not gonna be easy.

It feels like something I
should do on my own, you know?

- Okay.
- I got this.

I know you do.

I don't know how y'all
do it in Schroeder Plaza,

but down here, when roll call ends,
typically we, uh, walk a beat.

- All right.
- Wow.

Wow.

This should be fun.

So, a few weeks ago,
your mom authorized Yancey Wims

to get a wired confession from
a gang member, Eric Harper.

- Yancey nearly died.
- Yeah.

And to reduce his sentence,
Harper gave us some intel

on a pipeline of contraband
coming into the prisons.

- Drugs?
- And more.

We got booze, cell phones

and even escorts on unapproved conjugals.

Charming. You talk to Warden Davis?

No. Harper claims
there's guards involved,

so no telling how high that
goes up or who we can trust.

This is beyond Narcotics,

so I was hoping you would
approve a Major Crimes assist?

You wouldn't happen to know

Lena is riding solo today, would you?

Yes, ma'am, I do.
Approved.

Is there something else?

Yeah. Uh...

About eight months ago,
I, uh, submitted myself

to an open recruitment call by the DEA.

I, uh, passed the physical,
I did the interviews, but...

never heard anything back,
so, figured I didn't get it

or they just didn't bother to call.

Got this yesterday.

It's a job offer.

This is an incredible honor.

And well-deserved.

The post is in D.C.

Are you gonna take it?

DEA has always been a dream of mine,

ever since I saw that
movie Deep Coveras a kid.

Such a cop thing to say.

- Does Lena know?
- No.

And I really want this job.

I just, I don't want to
ruin things between us.

And she's meeting her dad tonight,
so I figure it's a bad time to tell her

I want to take the
relationship long-distance.

Most of what Lena is feeling right now

comes from being left in the dark.

Hiding this will only make it worse.

Yes, ma'am.

And Rodgers?

Congrats.

Thanks.

I was first on the scene.

When I arrived, I saw a homeless
guy hiding near a cooler.

There was no sign of the suspect,
but there had been a murder.

Objection.
The witness is giving his opinion.

Opinion? There wasa murder.

But upon your arrival,
it was a suspected murder.

Mom...

Don't call me "Mom" at the office.

This is official trial prep
for your first testimony.

You've got to take it seriously.

The defense is gonna try and
poke holes in your story.

Let's focus on the witness...
the cashier, Mr. Fuentes.

Okay. When I arrived,
I announced that I was BPD,

and I heard him call out
from the back office.

From the back office
and not the counter?

No.

You didn't mention that
in your incident report.

Is that a problem?

It's a big problem.

My key witness can't
accurately ID the robber

if he wasn't at the front
counter like he claimed.

- But we got the right guy.
- That won't matter

if you and the witness say
different things on the stand.

This was supposed to be a slam dunk.

If we drop the charges, the press
will call you soft on crime.

You've got to start gearing
up for an election.

I know that. I know that Thad Longfellow

is just biding time until
he announces that he runs.

Gather all the A.D.A.s.

We need to come up with a new plan.

I'm sorry.

No, there's no need to apologize.
This is why we prepare.

- Starting from scratch, Charlie.
- Yeah.

There's only so many ways
you can sneak contraband into a prison.

Right. Services that require
supplies from the outside:

you got cafeteria, laundry, commissary.

Well, have you talked to the
guards who were implicated?

They're all protected by the union,

- so we can't get to them.
- All right.

So, what about the inmates
who do those service jobs?

Tried that, too.

Hard guys doing hard time.

If we find out who's smuggling
the contraband into prison, then...

Yeah, it'll cut off
their supply to drugs and girls

and whatever else they're into,
so nobody's gonna talk.

So, this prisoner list is useless.

- Hey, uh, Lee, there's something...
- Wait,

So, prison is supposed
to be rehabilitative.

Right? But what if we can find
somebody who it did work for?

Somebody who got out,
who's willing to help us

shut down the contraband pipeline?

Just out of the goodness
of their recently rehabilitated heart?

There is a middle ground between gen pop

and people walking the
streets of Boston.

Parole.

Yes.

Call it in.

12-Jake-101, show us responding
to the B and E at 79 Grant.

Copy that, Jake-101.

You see that?

Looks like they broke
the lock and chain.

Possible point of entry,
investigating further.

Copy that, Jake-101.

Proceed with caution.

Grab it all! Take it all!

Grab the whole thing.

Grab the bottles as well.

Make sure you get it all.

Empty it out!

Come on.

Two suspects, one armed.

Ready?

Whoa, whoa. Hold on, rookie.

We fall back, call for backup,
wait outside.

Make sure they don't escape.

Okay, fine. Call it in.

12-Jake-101, requesting
immediate backup to 79 Grant.

- Where's the safe?
- Okay, please, please don't hurt me.

Scratch that.
Suspect in immediate danger.

- Now we engage?
- Now we engage.

- Boston Police!
- BPD! Put your hands up!

Two guys from the B and E.

Stand right there.

One snub nose, two glass pipes,

three baggies of meth and a
partridge in a pear tree.

Didn't mean to hurt nobody.

- Yeah, well, you did.
- Tell that to the booking officer.

We are done with you.

You know, I should have known better
than to expect an easy tour today.

What, you don't always come across

meth heads trying to rob clubs
at the start of every tour?

Think the streets are going soft.

In my day...

When New York had more
criminals than citizens

and you had to walk a
beat that was uphill...

- Yeah.
- ...both ways.

- Yeah. The good old days.
- Yeah.

"Old" is right.
Been a cop since you were

- out of high school.
- Yeah.

Unofficially, before that,

you know, when I was three years old,
I wanted to be a fireman for Halloween.

And your great-grandfather said,
"No Reagan will ever be FD."

He slapped me in a cop uniform
that Halloween instead.

Don't think I took the thing
off until I made detective.

I always wanted to follow

in your great-grandfather's footsteps.

I always felt the opposite,
that I wanted to get

as far away from the family
business as I possibly could.

I know.

Do you remember when I
drew that family portrait?

The one of all the
Reagans as superheroes,

where you excluded
yourself from the portrait?

- I think I was just afraid.
- Of what?

That I wouldn't be any good at it,
or worse, you know...

You wouldn't like the job?

I get it.

I was afraid of that
myself a long time ago,

but look at us now.

You've been a detective my whole life.

You say you want to be
like Grandpa or Pop,

why didn't you ever become commissioner?

They both were.

Eh. I don't know.

I'm more the "boots on the ground" type.

Your grandfather is the
"climb the ladder" type.

Your Uncle Jamie's cut from that cloth.

He'd make a good commissioner. Not me.

Well, it's not New York, Dad.

You're Boston PD now.

You'd make a good boss.

Okay. What are we doing?

Break time's over.
Come on, we got to hit the street.

Okay.

- Hey, hey.
- Hmm?

- Big day today. Oh...
- Ugh.

You getting excited?

- Excited? No. Scared? Yes.
- Scared?

Well, yeah. I've been dreaming
about meeting my birth dad

my entire life.
That's, like, a lot of buildup.

- But?
- But I, uh...

I think I'll just focus on
the case right now, yeah?

Then, whatever happens after
my shift will have to wait.

- Okay.
- So, this is Leon Dowd.

He was released from the Massachusetts

Correctional Facility in
Lancaster three months ago.

He staffed the laundry and cafeteria.

- How did you find him?
- From his parole officer.

He was an MMA fighter.

He accidentally killed a man in a
bar fight and his license was revoked.

He hopes helping the BPD
will get him reinstated.

Long shot.

Go see what he knows.

Big day today.

No.

Hey, Lena. Good to see you.

You, too.

Hmm.

- Hi.
- Hi.

So, how'd it go with Phoebe's mom?

Uh, yeah.

Julie's not backing down
from the custody lawsuit.

She really wants to uproot
Phoebe and move her to Japan?

She really wants to hurt me,

and she's citing an unsafe environment.

Because Phoebe hurt her
arm at Teen Academy,

and because of the hostage
situation at Bar Volo, so...

because of me.

I told you, this is not your fault.

Julie was always gonna
find one reason or another

to insist that Phoebe stays with her.

I just wish we could talk it out.

- What are we doing right now?
- No, not us.

Me. I wish I could talk to Julie.

Uh, okay, so, my-my fiancée

talking to my ex-wife about my daughter.

Pretty sure there's a
therapist somewhere

with that on their bingo card.

I don't think
that's a great idea.

And yet, you will set it up.

- N...
- Just me and her.

I don't want
her feelings about you

to keep her from hearing
what I have to say.

Ah.

It's gonna be great.

I know that Roxbury
Baptist works with the homeless,

so, figured you could point me in
the right direction of who to talk to

to find the missing
witness in Mom's case.

I just... I didn't think
you'd come with me.

Ah. "Unhoused."

Focus on the man, not his condition.

You said your mother
looked worried about

losing this case hurting her reelection?

Well, if this guy can give her enough
evidence to win, I'm here to help.

That's Deon Pope.

You say your witness
looks like an addict?

Well, if he buys drugs in this
neighborhood, Pope would know.

A drug dealer?

You really think he's
gonna talk to a cop?

Well, if you already decided
the man is your enemy, no.

But I'm not here to judge,
so he might talk to me.

Did I just get "son'd" by my grandpa?

Think I just got grandson'd.

What's up, Rev?

What up, D?

- This is my grandson, Jonah Silver.
- Sup, one time?

- Wow, do... do I look that...
- Judicial?

Nah.

But the rev talks about his family

when he's out here preaching
to the unwashed masses.

Listen, we're looking for someone
who witnessed a murder some time ago.

This could help bring comfort
to a store owner and his family.

We just want to talk.

- I-I'll get you a coffee...
- I don't drink coffee.

Come on, D.

Listen, we'll get you something swicy.
Okay?

Look, we're here to help, not hurt.

All right? Nobody gets run in, I promise.

All right, Rev. For you.

All right.

Did you just say "swicy"?

"Sweet and spicy." Come on, keep up.

Who are you right now?

Uh, Judge Robinson. Well, this is
a nice surprise.

I wanted to talk
to you about the Hewitt case.

Oh, yeah?

Mmm.

I don't like to sneak around.

But you're not ready to announce
to the world that we're together?

I get it.

I've strategically recused myself

from as many cases as I can, but...

I'm running out of excuses
to meet you for lunch.

I know. We have to come clean soon.

Especially before I fully start
campaigning for reelection.

We've done nothing wrong,
but if our relationship is exposed

- before we get ahead of it...
- I know, Eli.

I just lived through a docket
of cases being overturned.

I won't do that again.

And I thought this was just a fling.

Maybe for you.

Uh, I'll send along those materials
for the sentencing symposium.

Yes, good idea.

A.D.A. Longfellow.

- What can I do for you?
- I'm sorry,

Madam District Attorney,
I didn't realize you were...

occupied.

- My issue can wait.
- Longfellow.

I'll see you in court.

Count on it, Judge.

♪ Greg N-I, N-N-N-I ♪

♪ N-N-N-I-C-E ♪

♪ Greg N-N-I ♪
♪ Aw, yeah... ♪

Wow.

Lose your fighter's license
and then you train here, huh?

Yeah, well, that's what comes
with a prison sentence.

Yep.

Yeah, now he spars to train fighters
so he can make ends meet.

Hey, there.

I'm Detective Silver,
this is Detective Rodgers.

We'd like to, uh,
have a word with Leon Dowd.

My fighter has a title
bout and needs to train.

Nobody's done anything wrong here.

You can wait.

If your boy keeps dropping his
hands, he's gonna get his jaw wrecked.

What the hell you know about it?

I run a clinic for BPD.

That's right.

Matter of fact, how about your
guy and my guy have a go at it?

Then you don't lose any ring time
while I ask Leon some questions.

Just gonna keep it friendly, right?

Okay.

Well, thank you
for your cooperation.

When you were at MCF Lancaster,

did you ever notice any
illegal contraband?

Sure. Drugs, booze, phones, girls.

You worked in the prison's cafeteria.

You ever notice anything coming
into the facility through there?

Yep.
Special deliveries, once a month.

Did you ever notice anything
about those deliveries?

We reached out to all

the prison's vendors and
they were all clean.

Trucks were unmarked,
but I heard a name one time.

Dax.

Dax? That's the commissary vendor.

Thank you.

Told you he was leaving his jaw open.

Wow.

- What took you so long?
- Oh, you got jokes?

I do.

And thanks to you, got a lead, too.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

And I know a couple of patrol officers
we can call that can help us out with it.

Well, if you want to check on Danny
and Sean, you can just say that.

I want to check on Danny and Sean.

Also, you ever make Danny,
spar a semipro MMA fighter?

Well, he's not you.

And it could've been worse.

- Could've been a pro?
- Could've been a pro.

Julie. Hi.

- Do you want to get something?
- No, thank you.

Thank you for coming.

Let me start by saying I
think the world of Phoebe.

She's my daughter, Sarah.

We both know she's been acting out.

All the changes.

Her dad getting engaged.

- It's destabilizing.
- Respectfully,

wouldn't moving her halfway
around the world to Japan

be even more destabilizing?

She can decide that when she's 18.

Until then, her parents
decide what's what.

Not you.

I don't expect you to like me.

I'll smile and be polite
for Phoebe's sake,

because I've been where she is.

My parents divorced
when I was even younger

than Phoebe was when you and Seth split.

My mom made the entire
process about her feelings.

Which were valid, but damn sure
not more important than mine,

the kid who was stuck in the middle.

Your childhood doesn't
give you any perspective

- on Seth and my's...
- I'm not finished.

If you make this about
your problems with Seth,

you are going to have
bigger issues with Phoebe.

My mom was angry, too.

The last year I lived with her, I
thought that my dad forgot my birthday.

At least, that's what she told me before
I found the presents he had sent me

hidden in her closet.

We don't speak, Julie.

I'm an adult now,

but the kid she hurt still
owns that part of me.

If you are so intent

on winning this battle
with Seth, or me...

...be careful you don't
lose Phoebe in the process.

I cut my mom off for
hiding a Barbie Dreamhouse.

Imagine how Phoebe is
going to react to you

uprooting her whole life.

Why am I so scared to meet him?

Change is scary.

Ever since you told me about your dad,
I started thinking about what I would do

if mine suddenly showed up.

When I was a kid,
one of my buddies' dads

taught him how to whistle.

So, I always thought I would
do something like that

if I ever got the chance to meet him.

Whistle.

Show him I learned on my own.

No sign of the
contraband Leon mentioned.

Yeah. Hopefully, Danny and Sean

can help us flush these guys out.

Jonah was telling me that, uh,
Lena might meet her dad today.

- Yeah.
- How is she holding up?

- She'll be okay.
- Yeah?

Yeah.

Kind of reminds me of,
uh, cousin Joe, no?

Little different, but yeah,
now that you mention it.

Well, I mean, Joe found out he
had a family he didn't have.

You know, maybe he can
give some pointers to Lena.

Maybe you can ask him.

- Maybe I will.
- Hmm.

What is that paper in your front pocket?

Oh, it's, it's nothing.

Brian...

"Congratulations, your application

"to the United States
Drug Enforcement Agency

has been approved."

Been trying to tell
you about it all day.

I mean, I applied months ago,
before we got together, so...

thought it was a long shot.

That's amazing.

You know, the DEA has been your dream
since you watched Deep Cover.

Job's in D.C.

So...

I would have to move.

Hey, hey.

Officer Reagan, Officer Reagan.

- How's patrol?
- Nostalgic.

We're having fun.

What do we got?

A source confirmed that,
uh, Dax supply company

is moving drugs and
contraband into MCF Lancaster.

They've been using unmarked
trucks to deliver sundries

to the commissary to smuggle things in.

- Sundries?
- Soap, toothbrushes,

ramen noodles, stuff like that.

Or, in the case of these guys,
narcotics, phones and weapons.

- What's the plan?
- Wiretap's working its way

through approval, but we thought

maybe a, uh, door knock with patrol

might stir up some controversy?

Giving you cause for a search.
Good idea.

So, as far as the bad guys know,

we're just doing a standard door knock.

We're in the area looking
for a suspect, and we need

- to look at their building.
- All right, so,

they'll get scared,
think we'll come back,

and start moving the drugs
out of the building.

Exactly. We ready to roll?

Yeah, I'm with you. Sean, with Rodgers.

Lee...

Damn, man. What'd you say?

The exact wrong thing.

- ...making a big mistake.
- Yes, that works.

Huge.

Let me know. Thanks.

Well...

A.D.A. Thad Longfellow
has just resigned.

- Uh-huh.
- Thad has connections, a war chest.

This election's gonna get ugly.

You have no idea how ugly
this election is gonna get, Charlie.

- You headed somewhere?
- Yeah, I got a meeting.

There's nothing in your calendar.

It's a personal matter.

Mass. and Cass.

Epicenter of Boston's drug problem.

Well, Pope was sure your
witness would be here.

- We just have to find him.
- How?

Look at this place.

Yeah, these people deserve better.

Jesus said,
"Whatever you do for the least

of my brothers and sisters,
you do for me."

Yeah, well, the Torah says,

"Love your neighbor as yourself."

I'm pretty sure we're
not living up to that.

When I see stuff like this,
it makes me wonder

why I even became a cop
in the first place.

You don't mean that.

I do.

You told me that my job was
to be one of the good guys,

but what is one good guy gonna
do for all these people?

Who's looking out for them?

I am.

That's him. That's the guy
who's gonna save mom's case.

Hey!

Hey!

Just wait a minute!

Why are you running?

- Why are you running?
- You're chasing me.

I just want to...

...talk.

He took a bath in whiskey.

Don't judge him. Help him.

As much as you need him
to remember what he saw

and help your mother's case,
he needs you more right now.

He's leaving me.

Rodgers dumped you just now?

What a jerk.

I knew I didn't like that guy.

He's taking a job in D.C.

Oh, he's just moving to another city.

Well, that doesn't make him a bad guy.

Let's just do this.

Hey, Penny.

No, we're just helping
Lena with a case now.

I can't talk.

No, I just didn't want
to ignore your call.

I'm just saying,

long distance isn't so
bad if you work at it.

I mean, I saw how that
worked out for you and Baez.

I haven't given up on me and Baez.

BPD!

Lena!

12-Jake-101. We got shots
fired and an officer down.

- We need EMS forthwith.
- Lena. Lena, Lena. Lena.

My partner's been shot!

Copy that.

Lena!

It went through her vest.

It's okay, partner.

You're gonna be okay.

- Keep pressure on it.
- It's okay, partner.

You got her?

- You got her?
- Uh... Uh, yeah. Yeah.

Keep your head on a swivel. Come on.

There they are!

Hey, look at me. Look at me.

I need you to keep your eyes open
and keep breathing, all right?

Hey, you want
to hear some good news?

I'm staying here with you.

I don't need the DEA. I need you.

I mean it.

I'm gonna do my serious face.

- You ready?
- Yeah.

Just stay with me, all right?

Sean! Sean!

It's amazing what a shower
and a hot meal can do for a man.

- Mmm.
- And you're sure

you're willing to testify
that you saw this man

rob Mr. Fuentes's packie?

That was him.

He's missing part of his fingertip.

Saw it when he pointed the gun.

Why didn't you come forward sooner?

Scared, I guess.

You mind if I call you Cody?

You can call me whatever
you want if you're serious

about hooking me up with
that inpatient rehab.

You actually want to go to rehab?

Mm-hmm. I been trying to
get clean for years now.

I usually do pretty good
till the weather turns cold.

I could use all the help I can get.

I know that you don't like it
that I want to be in Lena's life.

Can we please clear the
air before I see her?

Chris, we walked away from each other
decades ago, which was the right decision.

There's no air to clear.

It was the right decision for us.

But for years, I've wondered
whether it was right for our daughter.

Lena is not "ours."

Biology does not make you a father.

Love, guidance, presence.

That's what's required.

- I tried.
- Did you?

Or did you just take the first out?

I know I said I didn't
want you in her life.

But what I remember is the
look of relief in your eyes.

That's what stayed with me.

Mae...

I'm here now.

Lena wants this reunion. Not me.

She needs it.

Suspect is armed.

We have a BOLO out on the truck, but...

plates were stolen,
so we're gonna have to get lucky.

Heavenly Father,
we know that, with you,

all things are possible.

You told us to ask,
and it would be given.

To seek, and we would find.

To knock and the doors would be opened.

Heavenly Father,
we now come before you asking

that you cover Lena with your feathers,

Father, that you shelter
her with your wings.

Hey. Thanks.

- She's gonna be okay.
- I'm sorry, man.

- How's your head?
- Oh, they cleared me.

I just hit my head off the truck.

Oh.

Get me everything.
Surveillance footage, CCTV, cameras...

Hey. I think I might know
how to find the truck.

You remembered something.

Hell yeah.

- Dad.
- Hey.

What's happening?

- Is she okay?
- She's fighting.

- How bad is it?
- She's got a punctured lung,

and she took some damage
to a nerve in her thigh.

Where's Danny?

Reagan.

What are you doing here?

Rodgers told me I'd find you here.

- How did you know?
- Sean called me.

Oh, baby...

Danny, it's been six hours.

- I didn't know what else to do.
- Lena's out of surgery.

She woke up.

And she asked for you.

Okay.

- Um...
- Don't worry.

I'm not going anywhere.

You better not.

If this is your way of trying
to get out of being partners...

...it's not gonna work.

Mm.

Put a real scare into me, partner.

Thank you...

...for being there.

Always.

Our shooter is Wally Craig,

former inmate, Massachusetts
Correctional Facility Lancaster.

Craig shot and critically
injured Detective Lena Silver.

In pursuit, Officer Sean
Reagan lost an earbud

on the truck that Craig was driving.

We were able to trace
that earbud to the truck

torched under the Tobin Bridge.

Think BPD will reimburse me for that?

- Not a chance.
- We got units to the truck

before fingerprints
on the steering wheel

could be destroyed by the fire.

We believe we will find Craig

at his last-known
location in Charlestown.

He is armed and dangerous.

This man shot my sister.

Bring him in alive,
so I can bury him under the jail.

Go, go!

Hey... freeze! Freeze!

- I got him. Let's go.
- Get up. Get up.

Hands behind your back.

Wally Craig, you're under
arrest for the attempted murder

of Detective Lena Silver.

You have the
right to remain silent.

- Anything you say...
- We got him.

...can and will be used
against you in a court of law.

Are you sure you're ready?

We could wait.

I think I've waited long enough.

Hi, Lena.

I'm your dad.

My mom...

...taught me how to do that.

How to whistle.

And she taught me

how to...

tie my shoes, hmm?

How to ride a bike.

And my grandpa,
he taught me how to drive.

And my dad...

...Ben, he taught me how
to balance a checkbook.

And he drove me to college.

Oh, but I wanted you.

Did you think about me?

Did you, did you wonder who I was?

I did think about you.

I thought about what I
would say if I ever...

I love you.

And I'm sorry.

I was wrong to leave,
whatever the circumstance.

I've been wrong your whole life.

But I'm willing to
spend the rest of mine

trying to make it right.

If that's what you want.

Yeah, it's a start.

It's a start.

They're talking.

Good.

I honestly still can't believe you came.

- I should have been here all along.
- What are you talking about?

Danny, I love you.

I don't know exactly
when it happened, but...

it happened.

Since you came to Boston,
nothing's been the same.

I know.

It's my fault. I'm sorry.

No, it's not your fault.
It's nobody's fault.

That's the problem.

I called it fate that
we weren't meant to be

and I accepted it, but I was wrong.

Maybe not.

I've been fighting so
hard to make Boston work,

maybe I haven't fought hard
enough to make us work.

No, Danny, you never
stopped fighting for us.

And I want to fight for us, too.

You know...

Sean said something to me today
that kind of shook me up.

He said I've been doing the same thing

for as long as he can remember.

And now I'm still doing the same thing,
only in a different place.

Maybe after what happened to Lena

and you coming back, it's time that I...

made some changes.

- Like what?
- Since Sean's been on the job,

I'm always looking around
every corner ahead of him,

so I could warn him about
what's coming next.

Maybe it's time for a promotion.

I mean, if I'm in a command position,

I could be for Sean
what my dad was for me.

His boss?

His guiding light.

Yeah, who knows? Maybe one day,
commissioner, too.

But it's a long way from
detective to commissioner,

so maybe I'll just start
with the sergeant's exam.

- "Sergeant Reagan."
- Mm-hmm.

Yeah, it's got a nice ring to it.

And maybe, then,
I could get a bigger place

and you and Elena and your
mom can come stay with me.

I think they would love that.

I would, too.

But shouldn't we take things slow?

I think I'm done taking it slow with you.

♪ You belong among the wildflowers ♪

♪ You belong in a boat out at... ♪

Look at these handles.
Look at this.

Oh. Side to side.

I'm getting really good at this.

Impressive.

You just sucking up 'cause
you're dating her mom.

My mom doesn't date. No offense.

They did a press conference
announcing their relationship.

All right, can we focus on the fact
that Lena is clearly milking her injuries

to get out of setting
the table for Shabbat?

- She's got nerve damage.
- Hey, Sean,

you sure it's cool that
I'm crashing dinner, yeah?

- Absolutely.
- Of course it is.

And you know what?

That convo that we had
about meeting new family?

Really helpful.

- We're glad you're here, Joe.
- Thank you.

Yeah.

If Sean hadn't introduced
me to the Reagans,

I do not know where I would be today.

We'd have ended up here
one way or another.

Speaking of which, where's Phoebe?

She is with her mom this weekend.

Yeah, well, for the last weekend
before Julie moves to Japan

and Phoebe stays with us,

- permanently. Yeah.
- Congratulations.

- Thank you, thank you.
- That's awesome, guys.

Mm-hmm. Hey, I don't know
what your sister did,

but she somehow convinced
Julie to change her mind.

I can be very persuasive.

- Mm-hmm.
- Yes, you can be.

You would've been a great attorney.

Remember when you pleaded
Lena's carpal tunnel defense

to try to get her out of
chores when she was 16?

I told you.

Busted.

We did this mock trial, and Sarah
argued that Lena had carpal tunnel,

so she couldn't pick up the plates.

And you wore two wrist braces.

That was everything. Too much.

Danny, partner, you got to help me out.

- They're ganging up on me.
- No. Let your boyfriend defend you.

I do not get involved
in family discussions.

Oh, where is Brian?

I don't know. He called me about, uh,

going to Lena's favorite flower shop,

- so maybe he's on his way.
- Danny.

You can't keep anything a secret.

- Did I give away a secret?
- Yeah.

Sorry. It's not like I gave
away the nuclear codes.

Help me out, Joe.

Oh, I am a guest in this home.

I'm not trying to ruffle any feathers.

Boston got its hooks in you already?

Next thing you know,
he's gonna be a Celtics fan

or wearing a Red Sox hat

- and cheering for the Pats.
- No, no, no, no, no, no.

Mets and Jets for life,
thank you very much.

- Oh...
- Oh.

That's what your cousin said,
now he's a Celtics fan.

- Oh! Cousin!
- Well...

- He's a good guy!
- Whoa!

He just likes to win.

- I see!
- When you're here long enough,

you need to pick a side, okay?

- It's true.
- Okay? It's not my fault.

- Oh, my God.
- That's right, Sean, ol' boy.

You know what?

This just came to my email.

The message said,
"Do you really know Mae Silver?"

Now, I'm not a jealous man,
but what do I need to know?

Just brace yourself, Eli,
'cause this reelection

is gonna get ugly.

Longfellow is already
coming after my family.

This misinformation just...

I'm gonna destroy him.

Come on in.

You must be Christina.

Hi.

Thank you for inviting us.

I believe you know my
daughter Christina.

It's nice to meet you.

Again.

- Yeah.
- I guess you're my half sister.

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

We're just one big, happy,
kind of confusing family.

Yeah?

Come on in.

It's time for blessings,
so it's perfect timing.

I'll take your jacket.

♪ In a boat out at sea ♪

Wow, this is nice.

♪ You belong with your
love on your arm... ♪

Doing okay?

Yeah.

Good.

Want a lift?

Oh.

Thank you for everything, Danny.

Shabbat shalom, Beantown.

Shabbat shalom, Brooklyn.

♪ Run away ♪

♪ Go find a lover ♪

♪ Run away ♪

♪ Let your heart be your guide ♪

♪ You deserve ♪

♪ The deepest of cover ♪

♪ You belong in that home by and by ♪

♪ You belong ♪

♪ Among the wildflowers ♪

♪ You belong ♪

♪ Somewhere close to me ♪

♪ Far away from your trouble and worry ♪

♪ You belong somewhere ♪

♪ You feel free... ♪

♪ You belong somewhere you feel free. ♪

...lechem min haaretz.

- Amen.
- Amen.

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