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SARAH: Okay, guys, I think I found the one.

- Ready, ladies? - PHOEBE: So ready.

- Come on out. - Ready.

So?

Do you love?

It's perfection. A vision in chiffon.

- I... - It's a prank.

- Oh! - [laughs]

Come on.

- Thank you, God. - SARAH: Okay.

I'm gonna try on real dresses now.

- Yes, please. - Okay.

Bye.

MAE: Bye.

LENA: So, we have T-minus four weeks

- Mm-hmm. - until the wedding. - Whew.

MyNote is up. Phoebe?

- Venue. Did you hear back yet? - LENA: Yes.

Boston Public Library confirmed that the chuppah

will fit next to the staircase.

So that leaves us with caterers, florals and DJ.

Check, check and check.

- Let's go. - [laughs]

Oh.

MAE: Wow.

I wish your dad could be here.

You're here.

And he won't be the only parent missing my wedding day.

Sarah, you look so beaut...

- [gunshots] - Down!

- [exclaiming] - [gunshots continuing]

LENA: Oscar-803. Shots fired

at Newbury and Exeter,

requesting immediate backup.

Stay down!

- MAE: Okay. - PHOEBE: Okay. Okay.

♪ Whoa, Black Betty, bam-ba-lam ♪

♪ Black Betty had a child, bam-ba-lam ♪

♪ The damn thing gone wild, bam-ba-lam...♪

Boston police!

♪ The damn thing gone wild ♪

♪ Bam-ba-lam, whoa, Black Betty ♪

♪ Whoa, Black Betty, jump steady, Black Betty ♪

♪ Jump steady, Black Betty, now...♪

- On you. - Go.

[dogs barking]

Hey!

[grunting]

Don't move.

Really? Over some purses?

[grunts]

Put your hands behind your back.

You're under arrest.

Think the dress is ruined?

You know, with that neckline, it kind of already was.

Think BPD will pay for the damage?

[laughs]

My sister's got

- bigger forearms than Sean. - JONAH: Oh, yeah?

- How's your sister, by the way? - Easy, brother,

or I'll talk about your calves.

- What's wrong with my calves? - Hey.

Leave my partner's calves alone, okay?

- Thank you. - It's simple, you want to be

better cops,

be better-looking cops first.

For example,

- my jawline. - JONAH: Okay,

relax, Jaw and Order.

Bro, looksmaxxing.

Think about it.

Better aura, better witness intel,

equals more collars.

Leaner muscles are just an injection away.

What, you guys taking steroids?

Steroids? [scoffs]

This ain't the 1900s, my guy.

Nobody's shooting up testosterone

in the locker room.

Hey, what's up, De Luca?

JONAH: Morning, Kip.

- What's that about? - I don't know.

Hey, yo, you ever get serious

about hardmaxxing, hit me, okay? I got the Triz hookup.

Trizutide. It's a peptide.

It's not FDA-approved. These guys are ordering it off

the gray market and injecting it with no idea

what's actually in the vials. It's stupid and illegal.

And you know all this how?

Try booksmaxxing, Silver.

[scoffs] Booksmaxxing.

DANNY: Hey,

- what do we got? - Over there.

Guy was looking for food

and found a baby in the delivery robot.

LENA: He found a what?

OFFICER: A baby in the delivery robot.

Did you render aid?

He was blue. I-I checked for a pulse,

- nothing. - That's for an adult.

For a baby, it's brachial, it's inside the arm, right here.

I've got a pulse. It's way under 60.

Oscar-803, we need EMS

in the alley off of Washington. Put a rush on it.

It's an infant, unresponsive.

- CPR has started. - First thing we do

is render aid. The first thing!

You understand?

Yes, sir.

Oh, God.

DANNY: Come on, little guy.

Come on. Please, God.

Please, God.

[Danny muttering]

Come on, baby. Come on.

[baby crying]

Okay. Okay.

There you go.

There you go. There you go. Breathe, baby.

Superintendent, is the baby alive?

He's in critical condition at Boston General.

Is it true the baby was found inside a food-delivery robot?

What I can tell you is the Commonwealth

has this department's best working this investigation.

Was it in the robot, yes or no?

- Social media is saying... - [clears throat] Social media

can hear this:

We have set up a tip line.

The victim has a small, moon-shaped birthmark

on his left forearm.

Anyone with any information

- should call it in. - What about the mother?

We are not...

REPORTER: Superintendent?

Superintendent?

Was it the mother?

The D.A.'s office and BPD are lockstep on this.

Use the tip line, help us

get justice for this baby.

That's all for now. Thank you.

[indistinct chatter]

- What are you doing here, Mom? - Hi, baby.

Your office said you'd be here.

Oh, you look so important

in your uniform.

I wore one on graduation day, too.

I hope there's a good reason you're breaking

- my no-contact boundary? - Well...

I should hope your wedding's a good reason.

Sad enough your dad'll be missing it.

Yeah, and you're gonna be a stepmom,

and your daughter thought that...

Phoebe invited you?

Uh... I assumed you knew.

Did you?

Hello, Mae.

Gwen.

I am not here to make a scene.

You're getting married and

I would really love to be there when you do.

Okay.

Well, if not the wedding...

It's better...

Cup of coffee before I head back to the Cape?

I'll think about it.

Okay.

What are you gonna do?

For now?

My job.

- Wade? - Presente, sir.

- Your forearms are fine, man. - You're just saying that.

- Johnson. - JOHNSON: I'm here.

First vial of Triz is half-off.

Friends and Fam. Cash only.

SEAN: Where you getting it, huh?

How do you know it's not cut with washer fluid?

- O'Brien. - O'BRIEN: Here.

- Quit it, bro. - De Luca.

De Luca?

Anybody got eyes on Kip?

Maybe he finally put his papers in. [laughs]

You think that's funny?

- A no-show at roll call. - JONAH: Sir,

we saw De Luca this morning in the locker room.

Maybe it's

- a family emergency? - WADE: Nah.

Heard him at the desk. He was trying to take a personal day.

Got denied.

He didn't seem like himself, sir.

Welfare check.

Doesn't square in the hour, I'm writing him up.

Can you send us, Sarge? Jonah and me.

Go, now.

- [police radio chatter] - [indistinct chatter]

DANNY: Police. Step aside. Hey, step aside.

Step aside. Hey, keep the media back.

LENA: Hey, so I just found a prayer card

in the shawl on our baby boy.

- Okay. - It's from St. Philomena Church.

It's a special card they only give out one day a year.

Her feast day, early August.

- Bingo. The 11th. - Thank you, Catholic school. Okay.

So we know that our perp was sitting

in a church pew three months ago.

LENA: Exactly.

Now, the card reads guilt.

So I'm thinking overwhelmed new mom, postpartum.

- Tracks. - Maybe she snapped.

All right, okay. I mean, if a creep snatched up the baby

There'd be an Amber Alert.

But for a new mom to dump her baby

and just walk away

clean? I don't know.

Are there any new moms at St. Philomena's?

Already on it.

Father Bill is compiling a list of names

of the moms in the parish and photos from the feast day event.

Let's run names against birth records, flag

anybody whose baby has the same approximate age.

- Will do. - All right, listen up.

Come on, gather 'round.

Six-month-old male,

critical condition

right now in Boston General.

Somebody shook him, hard.

This is officially an attempted murder investigation,

and every single one of you is officially on the case.

CSRUs, I want you to process

that robot for what it was intended to be:

a coffin. Uniform officers,

canvas the area.

Four quadrants off the alley.

Our perp was walking down a public street

in broad daylight, carrying that baby.

Somebody saw a face.

And if it was the mother...

God forgive her.

But she is a threat to herself

and any kid under the roof of that home right now.

Now, let's move.

Who would do this to a little baby?

I don't know.

But whoever it was, let's see

if they'll try it with someone their own size.

♪ ♪

Damn. Baby, curves like that

belong in my bed.

Can I help you find something, sweetheart?

Your manners, to start.

Ooh, you got some bite to you.

That's just the way I like my dark liquor, huh?

Mouth like that, no wonder your hairline's

- running away from it. - [weak chuckle]

BPD. I'm Detective Silver.

This is Sergeant Detective Reagan.

Somebody dumped a baby

in that alley this morning.

Your entrance looks directly on it.

We didn't see any cameras,

but did you see anything?

Y... Uh, yeah, maybe I saw somebody.

But, you know, Crime Stopper pays for that kind of intel.

I want to be "renumerated."

You want to be re-what?

Remunerated. You know, money.

Ah.

Baby. Six months old.

Boston General.

Tubes in him as thick

as drinking straws. This expensive?

- 24.99. Hey! - LENA: Danny...

Somebody shook that baby until its brain

- started to bleed. - Okay, okay.

And then they left him in a steel box

- to die. - Bro, bro. Hey!

- Stop doing that, man. - LENA: Danny.

And you want a finder's fee?

- I told you! I warned you, man. - LENA: Danny.

- Talk. - Danny!

Bite me.

- I said talk! - CLERK: Okay! Gray hair.

White. 70's. Walked with a limp.

Carried the baby down the alley 30 minutes ago.

That's all I know about him!

Danny.

That's all I know about him, man.

- Did you say "him"? - Yeah, him.

- So we were wrong. - Yeah.

Baby's mother-- mm-mmm.

- Suspect is a man. - Yeah.

We did a welfare check on Officer De Luca.

Lives at home with his dad, who's a real piece of work.

But no family emergency, no De Luca.

Kip did stop home, though.

He left his phone, his badge.

- His weapon? - No.

Officer De Luca's gone AWOL. District detectives

are on it.

I know that look.

Something else?

We suspect a cop, Axel Wade,

is dealing gray market peptides.

Gray market?

Either something's illegal or it isn't.

The use of Triz is widespread on social media,

but it is still illegal.

You haven't taken this

to your lieutenant, otherwise you wouldn't be asking me.

So ask.

How do we play this?

Axel's got five years on us.

- And the whole house loves him. - Plus, we don't have

- any hard proof. Yet. - SARAH: Hmm.

You did the right thing, asking me.

Being a cop,

one of the trickiest parts of the job

is working with other cops.

Gets harder the higher up you go.

Integrity over popularity.

Understand?

We'll report it as soon as we get back.

Don't, actually.

This kind of thing is a problem department-wide.

Why catch a fish when you can catch a whale?

Let me handle it.

For now, work your beat.

Anything comes up on Officer De Luca,

go straight to your

- district detectives. - Yes, ma'am.

- Thank you. - SARAH: Mm.

[knocking on glass]

- [clears throat] - LENA: Good luck.

- [sighs] - Excessive force.

Property damage. Harassment.

You think I'd be talking about a rookie,

not a vet with decades of experience.

I was out of line. I apologize.

I talked him out of pressing charges.

Thought I left those habits back in New York.

Last night you were tucking in Elena,

this morning, you're doing chest compressions

on a baby. I get seeing red, Reagan, I do.

A case starts pushing your buttons,

you give it to your unit.

Clear?

- Crystal. - Danny, there are

many ways to be a sergeant.

In the field or behind a desk.

Both are valid.

But one keeps you from bleeding on the evidence.

Dismissed.

[exhales]

I owe you an apology for my outburst at the packie.

All good.

These from Rodgers?

What's your stance on taking exes back?

Oh. Well, that would depend on the ex.

- Mm. - Anyone claim the baby?

- No. - OFFICER: Excuse me, Detectives. - Great.

Oh, here he is.

Father Bill, thank you for coming.

Like I said on the phone, we found a card

on the victim from the St. Philomena feast.

Of course.

Thing like this, terrible. I brought

the list of new mothers you asked for, and a copy

- of our parish newsletter from the event. - LENA: Actually,

now, Father, we are looking for a Caucasian male

in his 70's with a limp.

Does that sound like any of your parishioners?

A new parishioner.

He only came a few times.

The parish newsletter-- he might be in one of the photos.

Here. His name's

in the caption under the photo.

He said he was new to the country. That's all I know.

Uladzimir Zhukovsky.

This is very helpful, Father. Thank you.

If you'll excuse me.

Father.

Okay, you know, this puts

the prayer card in Uladzimir's hand.

- Mm-hmm. - Now the only question is whose baby is it?

Priest said he's new to the country.

If he's here on a visa, then CBP would have

a port-of-entry file and an address.

Absolutely.

We got a critical infant

and a suspected violent offender.

I'll call Markowski and have him get us the I-94 ASAP.

Boston Police with a search warrant!

Uladzimir Zhukovsky, open up.

Sarge.

Blood.

Making entry.

- Clear. - Clear.

More blood.

Leads this way.

Got a body, Danny.

Clear.

It's Uladzimir. He's gone.

Now, his phone was in the kitchen.

Why would he crawl all this way

away from his phone?

Away from help?

Maybe he wasn't trying to get away from anything.

He may have been crawling to something.

[grunts]

Oh...

Dear God.

What the hell is going on?

- Okay. Thank you. - How's the baby?

Not good. He's on a vent.

Attempted murder on an infant,

15 abused children, and the one person

on earth who could tell us what the hell happened

is lying here, dead.

Apparently, Uladzimir arrived stateside

four months ago on a work visa out of Belarus.

But I checked his name in Interpol.

No sheet and no flags.

Only U.S. contact is his employer

who sponsored the visa.

Okay. Well, M.E. noted

multiple sharp-force wounds--

defensive cuts--

to each palm.

There's no murder weapon,

but the block in the kitchen

is missing a chef's knife.

Mm. So, killer grabs a knife

from the kitchen. Somebody dangerous,

but obviously not a pro.

So Uladzimir, with no prior criminal record,

dumps a baby in an alley,

leaves a prayer card, seemingly out of guilt,

but then bleeds out

crawling toward proof that other kids are in danger?

The guy's a monster and a saint in the same morning?

It doesn't square.

Let's just run the Polaroids of the kids by Missing Persons.

If we can ID one of them,

maybe we can unlock this.

My calves aren't small. I mean, they're, like,

they're not big by any means, but they're small? Please.

Your calves are fine.

You're just saying that.

We still got nothing on De Luca,

so I checked the only place left-- the Internet.

His IG's only got, like, five random pics,

some kind of ocean view.

- Let me see? - Yeah, look.

Huh. Check out

his tagged photos. He's in a few of these

with this guy Tommy Hart.

SEAN: Yeah, Tommy's bio says he's a firefighter

for Engine 27. He could know where De Luca is.

Let's pay Boston's Bravest a visit.

Let's go.

Mr. and Mrs. Kisel,

thank you for coming in.

Please, uh, Vadzim, Yuliya.

How can we help, detectives?

We are investigating the murder

of Uladzimir Zhukovsky.

- [speaks Belarusian] - DANNY: You were listed on

his visa as sponsors.

He came to us about a work visa, um,

maybe, mm... three months ago.

Why would he come to you for that?

We sponsor Belarusian immigrants

chasing the American dream.

We were them, once.

But he was afraid to start over at his age.

DANNY: And what kind of work did Uladzimir do for you?

VADZIM: Odd jobs,

maintenance for our home and office at Solaire.

And you own Solaire Surrogacy?

Family is our vocation.

We pair loving couples

with gestational surrogates, uh, women who want

- to give the gift of a child. - LENA: Mm.

You have kids of your own?

We were blessed with one. Georgette.

Twelve years old. She's my heart.

Uladzimir was holding a baby this morning,

just a few hours before

he was stabbed to death.

Maybe he ran into one of your clients.

We'd like to take a look at your files.

Happily, Detective.

- Thank you. - VADZIM: But, uh,

these families trust us with their privacy.

- Uh... - VADZIM: We just need to see

search warrant first.

If that's all...

No, actually, that isn't all.

LENA: O... okay.

YULIYA: We take this country's

privacy laws very seriously.

The nature of our business.

Course. Uh, we'll be in touch.

Thank you.

Please tell me you didn't buy any of that crap.

- I hate this red-tape BS. - By red tape,

you mean proper police procedure?

Danny, I know you well enough

to know that this is about more than just this case.

So talk to me, Brooklyn.

Day one out of the academy.

My first tour.

A baby got nabbed.

The mom was a wreck.

And I tore through that building as fast as I could.

But I wasn't fast enough.

I found the baby.

On the roof.

Son of a bitch left her there, dead.

[exhales sharply]

Case like this, it just brings things up.

I can tell.

And now Sarah has pretty much

- got me measured for a desk. - Well, is that

what she said or is that what you heard?

I know it made me think of my old man.

And his last day in the field.

Did he know that's what it was?

Or did he just sit out one case and...

...never go back?

I know I tell Sean different,

but I'm the job.

Out there, it's who I am.

The job is what you do.

Not who you are.

[phone vibrates]

Reagan.

What?

Great. Tip line came through.

Baby's mother's at Boston General.

Let's roll.

PHOEBE: I'm really sorry.

You promise that you're not mad?

I really thought you wanted your mom at the wedding.

When I was 14,

Mae was working so hard

to be this, like, supermom

who could do it all.

So I decided I would do something nice for her

and surprise her by cooking her dinner.

Next thing I know,

there are flames coming out of the oven,

there's smoke everywhere, and my mom

has to come in and put out the fire.

I felt so bad.

Thought for sure she was gonna be pissed.

But she says...

"Well, now I have an excuse to redo the wallpaper."

I love that you wanted

to do something nice for me, Phoebe.

But maybe, in the future,

we avoid any big gestures

- that involve Gwen. - Mm-hmm.

Deal?

Deal.

[knocking on glass]

Peptide case. I gave your dealer intel

to the FDA and Customs.

They're busting a fresh shipment within the hour.

- Yeah. - It's okay.

I'll see you at home.

Go, go, go.

Be safe.

SARAH: Let's go.

[fireman laughs]

Hide the doughnuts. BPD's here.

Tommy Hart?

You got a minute?

Kip De Luca.

You talk to him at all today?

Kip?

What's going on?

He's gone AWOL. Nobody's heard from him in a while.

You two are friends, right?

Kip and I, we...

We were boyfriends.

SEAN: I'm sorry, we...

- You said were? - TOMMY: Nobody knew.

Part of why we...

he ended it.

Two weeks ago.

- What happened? - TOMMY: On a night out

in Southie, one of the guys from E-12-- Axel--

spotted us leaving a gay bar.

He's been ruthless to Kip ever since.

I tried to help.

He begged me to stop. And then

Axel threatened to out Kip.

He freaked,

and that was the last I heard from him.

His mom passed last month. They were close.

Kip's been dealing with a lot.

DISPATCHER: Engine 27, Ladder 13,

two-alarm, working fire.

You do your job and we'll do ours.

Thanks.

When my dad passed, I used to sit outside of Bosco's

all the time. Just wanted to feel

- close to him. - Mm-hmm.

If Kip's hurting, maybe he went to his mom.

[engines starting]

Those ocean view photos on Kip's

- Instagram? - Uh-huh?

I know that place. That's...

that's the view from the old Pawtuxet Marina.

- [sirens wailing] - Okay, let's go.

- LENA: Quinn, right? - [sniffles] Mm-hmm.

Is this your baby?

Franklin. His name's Franklin.

I... saw the news.

The little birthmark on his arm, and I...

Why didn't you come forward sooner?

Your son's been missing.

What?

God, no. I... I had him,

but I'm not his mom. I'm a surrogate.

I had him for a couple.

The Kings.

Through Solaire Surrogacy?

The agency's manager, Yuliya,

found me in a Facebook surrogate group.

Have you met the Kings?

Just Mr. King.

At the embryo transfer and when he came for the baby.

They're a private couple.

- DANNY: What? - Chin dimple.

It's hereditary.

If the father had one,

50% odds the child inherits the gene.

Is this Mr. King?

- Mr. King is Vadzim Kisel. - Yeah.

- What's going on? - DANNY: Uh, the baby

that you had through Solaire--

Baby Franklin--

he wasn't for the Kings.

He was for the Kisels.

Vadzim and Yuliya.

I'm very sorry.

Question is, why lie?

SARAH: These gray market peptides could be anything.

You're lucky no one died shooting this mystery liquid

- into their body. - I'm sorry, okay?

Triz is a peptide, not a narcotic. There's no high.

Our panel doesn't even test for it.

Just suspend me, all right?

Suspension?

BPD rules and regs prohibits

using non-FDA approved substances,

let alone distributing an illicit one.

That's not paperwork.

That's a felony and termination. Oh, and

your Triz source flipped.

We seized three and a half million in product.

But you want to know why I'm here personally?

You harassed and threatened to out a closeted cop.

Discrimination has no place in BPD.

So Jonah snitched to his sister?

Oh, he wanted you to know this was him.

If that cop does the unspeakable...

...you can add homicide to your distribution charge.

Cuff him.

- [knocking] - [door opens]

Thank you, Kevin.

I appreciate you being on time, Gwen.

Maybe you have changed.

I don't have long,

- but I thought we should talk. - Tell me, Mae,

is it strange, living in my old home?

The wedding isn't until four weeks from now,

but you already knew that.

So why did you come today?

My only child is getting married.

I need to talk to her.

I've already missed

so much.

Too much.

Mm-hmm. Whose fault is that?

I got cut out of her life.

[knocking]

Mrs. Silver, that ginger tea.

Thank you.

[chuckles] You're still using Ben's last name?

It was mine before it was yours.

Some things, Mae,

you don't get to inherit just by showing up.

I didn't just show up.

Ben had already divorced you.

I don't want a war.

I want

to watch my daughter walk down the aisle.

I watched my daughter cry over you

in ways that you would never understand.

Her 16th birthday, her college graduation,

her father's funeral.

If you can't guarantee that you won't

hurt her again...

...you shouldn't be here.

That's not your choice, Mae.

It's Sarah's.

MAE: Kevin.

Show Ms. Silver out.

DANNY: I ran all the kids in these Polaroids through the NCMEC

and Missing Persons. Not a single one of them

- was ever reported missing. - I think I know why.

The Kisels are listed as parents on all

of these children's birth certificates, all 16.

- Right. - But get this.

The lab only ever used one sample.

Vadzim's.

So we have donor eggs,

gestational surrogates,

and Vadzim's samples.

These kids were not clients. They're a bloodline.

Every single one of these children was fathered by Vadzim.

So, 16 half-siblings?

That would explain why all of Uladzimir's Polaroids,

none of the kids resemble each other.

So that means

Yuliya was running the agency and Vadzim

was playing the role of Mr. King.

And every single one of these surrogates was fed the same lie

- that Quinn was fed. - Mm-hmm.

Question is why?

Gene propagation,

- Hm. - that's why.

"A superior man spreads his line wide."

He's not even hiding it, he's preaching it.

But having 16 kids isn't a crime,

and neither is being a creep, unfortunately.

Well, let's focus on the ones that actually were crimes.

The baby, the abuse, the murder.

We got to scour these Polaroids for anything

that can prove that these kids

were in that home.

LENA: Danny.

I just looked up the listing for the Kisels' home.

Take a look at this.

Checkered floor.

DANNY: Yep.

LENA: Stained glass window.

Looks like a match to me.

So, Uladzimir took these Polaroids

from inside the Kisels' home.

But why would he do that?

He was documenting their abuse.

Maybe he was trying

to save them and he just didn't know how.

Uladzimir didn't hurt the baby,

so it must've been the Kisels, 'cause otherwise

- they would have called it in. - And Vadzim

forces Uladzimir to dispose of the baby's body,

thinking it was dead.

Yeah, but the baby ends up on the news,

- so Vadzim panics. - Yeah.

And he goes over to Uladzimir's place, they fight,

then Vadzim stabs and kills

- Uladzimir. - Means, motive,

opportunity. We got that son of a bitch.

There's Kip's car.

Yeah, LPR's got him coming in.

It's empty.

Where's Kip?

Jonah.

Come on.

Boston PD. Search warrant.

Clear.

Clear up here.

DANNY: Boston police. Anybody down here?

[quietly]: Clear.

DANNY: Clear.

[quiet whimpering]

LENA: Oh...

Uh, hi.

Hi.

We're the police.

See my vest? See my badge?

Everything's gonna be okay.

Reagan, I count 14.

And Baby Franklin makes 15.

So Vadzim and Yuliya are in the wind.

They took a kid with them.

DANNY: BOLO live?

Good. Notify Logan airport

and keep those kids safe.

Five vehicles registered to the Kisels.

- Only the black Escalade is gone. - DISPATCHER: All units,

all units, be advised, LPR hit

on the wanted Escalade, Mass plates,

last seen northbound on 95,

exiting Marrett Road.

North. Logan is east.

So they're not headed for the airport.

People like that don't fly commercial,

- they fly private. - Belarus won't extradite.

If we lose 'em now, we lose 'em for good.

- Yep. Let's go. - Hold on.

[horns honking]

Kip?

Put it down, man.

Let's talk.

Kip, It's just us, all right?

Look at me.

You don't understand.

We know.

We can help you.

Just go.

- Please. - JONAH: No, we care

way too much about you to do that, man.

[whimpering]

Whoa.

- Whoa. - No, Jonah, it's okay.

Look, I don't...

Listen, coming out-- I don't know the kind of fear

you're feeling.

Okay? I'm not gonna pretend that I do.

But I know this place.

Dark.

Where it feels like the only way out

is the worst one.

'Cause I've been there.

I was bullied

every day, and it got worse and worse.

Then my mom died.

I felt like I just couldn't take it.

So I made a plan to end it all.

Then my brother Jack came home early

from school. He had no idea what he stopped.

And we played video games till the sun came up.

And all the good things in my life that I have now--

every single thing...

...I never would've seen it.

I'm so grateful that I chose to stay.

So, Kip...

Kip, please stay.

I can't.

- I can't. - SEAN: Yes, you can.

Not anymore.

- SEAN: You're not alone. - [whimpering]

That's a lie depression tells us, all right?

You got two brothers right here, for good.

So put the gun down.

Come on.

Kip, look at me.

Hey.

You don't want to do this.

Come on.

Come on. Just-just put it down.

Just put...

Come here.

[Kip crying]

- [gun racks] - [bullet clatters]

Come here.

You're all right.

You're okay now.

[thunder rumbling]

Vadzim!

- Stop right there. - Bags down, hands up.

DANNY: Put the bags down.

Get away from the girl.

Get your hands against the vehicle.

Keep 'em there.

Hey, this officer's gonna take you.

- Turn around. - DANNY: How could you do that

to your own kids?

To any kids?

My offspring are natural-born citizens.

I name each after president.

George, Georgette.

One of them will run this country one day.

If that ever does happen...

...you'll be rotting in a cell when they do,

you son of a bitch.

Hang out here. We'll be right back.

SEAN: Hey, Kip. In another couple of days,

you'll be back at E-12.

Stress unit, department shrink,

- the confidential line. - Us.

JONAH: There's help,

if and when you need it.

We got you.

You two saved my life.

- Thank you. - TOMMY: What do a cop

and firefighter have in common?

Both wanted to be firefighters.

Tommy, I'm...

I'm so sorry.

TOMMY: Hey.

It's okay.

I'm here.

And I'm not going anywhere.

It's okay.

JONAH: What you said about before--

I'm glad you're still here.

Aw, you're just saying that.

No. What you lack in forearm size

you make up for in heart.

You'd need a big-ass heart to make up for those skinny calves.

Hey.

[Franklin fussing]

Hey, partner.

- Hey. - I thought I'd find you

- in here. - Yeah.

He's a little fighter, this one.

So, tell me something good.

Well, our little Franklin here has a home.

- Really? - DCF's looking

for homes for the other children, I know

they'll find them.

You know, this case really got to me today.

And I've been

thinking about what Sarah said and what you said.

When my final day

in the field does come...

...it'll be my decision.

And it'll be for a higher calling.

Something tells me that day is a long ways away.

Oh, yeah. You're definitely stuck with me for a while

in Beantown.

Well, happily, Sergeant Brooklyn, sir.

- Yep. - [chuckles]

Lena. You ready?

The flowers were from Dr. Hot Stuff?

- Troy. - Oh.

Troy.

I'll be right there. Just give me a second.

Okay.

Troy.

The guy that broke your heart after college?

You sure about this?

That's not what this is.

- Trust me. - I do.

Just be sure to cross your T's and dot your I's.

Always do.

TROY: When I heard

you were single again,

I knew I had to shoot my shot.

[scoffs]

So, uh, does that mean it's a yes

for dinner tomorrow night?

It's a yes to hearing you out.

I wanted to give you a chance to say your piece.

Make amends.

It's not a date.

Understood.

Just friends.

Just friends.

GWEN: I had no way of

reaching you. I-I wanted to be there for you

so many times, but you were,

understandably, very angry with me...

I wasn't angry, Mom.

I was in pain.

Every day, it was something else.

Lies, the fighting,

trying to turn me against Dad.

My whole world was falling apart.

The divorce, and us...

So I became the parent.

At 16.

Yeah, it made me tough.

But every single day...

...I waited for my mom to care enough

to show up for me.

Grieving somebody who is still alive

is a cruel kind of grief.

Because the only cure to that pain...

...is a different kind of hurt.

Honey...

...I am so sorry...

...for not being the mother you needed.

The mother you deserved.

I would do anything

to go back and be her for you.

But...

...I'm here now to be better.

While I can.

While you can?

Not getting any younger. [chuckles]

And neither are you.

I love you, honey.

Very much.

I always have.

The wedding.

♪ Find my way back home... ♪

Do you want to come?

Oh...

[laughs]

A million times, yes.

[laughing]

♪ And if I had the world ♪

♪ And half the sky, I would still...♪

[glass clanging]

I would like to make a toast.

To what forges a family.

♪ For all the things I left behind...♪

The oaths we take.

Bloodlines we share.

Strangers who become dear friends over time.

Family.

♪ Find my way back home... ♪

It's sacred and...

...complicated and, above all,

worth protecting.

Cheers to family.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

Cheers.

- Cheers. - Cheers.

[quietly]: Thank you.

[mouthing]

♪ Heading home... ♪

You changed the wallpaper.

A lot has changed.

- It's lovely. - MAE: Thank you.

Actually, it's a funny story.

- [Lena laughs]: Oh... - Is it?

- It's funny, it's funny now. - Can't wait to hear it.

Phoebe can tell you. I actually just told Phoebe.

- PHOEBE: Yeah. - Oh. - Phoebe can tell you.

Somebody gonna tell it?

It's funny now.

DANNY: Come on, tell us the story.

- Phoebe should tell it. - [laughing]

♪ For love ♪

♪ Find my way back home. ♪

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