[alarm beeping]
[sighs]
[alarm stops]
♪ ♪
[groans softly]
["Problems" by Aerosmith & YUNGBLUD playing]
♪ Yeah, I know I've felt you ♪
♪ In my life, in the streets ♪
♪ Of every city ♪
♪ Where I dream at night ♪
♪ I met all the bitter saints ♪
♪ And I was sold, but to get to where you want... ♪
JONAH: What's the deal with Penny?
So, are you guys exclusive?
Please, Jonah. It's too early for this conversation, okay?
At least let the sun come up.
Wait, so you do think it's a thing
or you... you don't think it's a thing?
Is Penny ghosting you?
Can we please stop talking about this?
Okay? I'm not even fully caffeinated yet.
You know, she's probably back in jail.
-She's not. -[laughs]: Oh.
So, you've been checking the arrest records?
Bro, that is not a great way to start to a relationship.
Whatever.
Hey, are you seeing this?
Yeah, that does not look right.
Yeah. Well, pull over.
-[indistinct radio chatter] -[siren whoops]
♪ ♪
JONAH: Hello?
12-Jake-101 assisting with a traffic stop
near Allandale Park.
It's like something straight out of an alien abduction movie.
[owl hooting]
JONAH: Where is everybody?
WOMAN [in distance]: Oh!
-Hear that? -Yeah.
-[twig snaps] -[moaning] -Whoa!
-Kathleen? -You okay?
-I'm friggin' pissed. -What happened?
Was bringing my cruiser back from the shop
when I pulled a woman over for speeding
and failing to stop at a red light.
She bolts out of the car.
Just takes off.
Who does that? So, I go after her.
End up in this mess. Look at me.
Uh, well, did you get a good look at the "drivah"?
I mean, d-driver. You got me doing it now.
Uh, uh, long brown hair,
skinny, 20s maybe.
Who knows these days, with Botox.
They're injecting that stuff in their knees.
I saw her eyes in the rearview. Green, maybe blue.
Lot of makeup.
Did you see which direction she went?
Up there, over there.
-That way? You good? -Yeah.
-Yeah. Go. -Yeah?
-Yeah, yeah, go. -Yeah? Okay.
Yeah, ten-hut. [groans]
-Whoa. -What?
SEAN: Well, call me Prince Charming.
Perhaps we can find her with this?
Mm.
-Appreciate you. -Early morning run,
trading in your usual greasy breakfast sandwich
-for liquid supplements? -Yeah.
-You all right? -Mm-hmm.
Except it's disgusting.
But I'm just being a little more fitness-conscious.
You know, little bit of a health kick.
And I'm starting to crack the code on your side-eye,
-so, careful. -[chuckles] I...
-Take some shots over by that rack. -didn't say anything.
-Hey. -Hey.
Look who caught the early shift.
LENA: What's up, Ray-Ray?
What do we got, Officer Rayford?
A smash-and-grab,
about 4:00 this morning.
Several thousand dollars' worth of guns and ammo were stolen.
Unidentified male, 18, maybe 20 years old,
was found unconscious in the office with a gunshot wound.
Currently at surgery at Boston General.
Hal Dinsmore, the owner, dead on the office floor.
He made the 911 call.
Do you know why Hal was here at work at 4:00 in the morning?
That part's your job.
Have a good one.
-You too. -See you at the squad.
[sighs]
WOMAN: Objection,
Your Honor. Leading the witness.
-Sustained. -Oh, come on. Are you kidding me?
Every time
-I say something, she objects. -Mr. Bell,
perhaps you've forgotten that you're in my courtroom.
Kidding is not something I do.
Your Honor,
the people would like to request a one-day recess.
There's a matter that requires
Deputy District Attorney Bell's attention.
Objection, Your Honor.
I understand the D.A.'s desire to interrupt when things
aren't going well for the Commonwealth,
but that is not a reason to delay the proceedings.
We recess for lunch in 15 minutes,
and my afternoon is booked.
I'll see the parties back here first thing tomorrow.
But I'd like to see you, District Attorney Silver,
sometime before then.
Court is in recess.
Looks like our unknown perpetrator from the hospital
was shot here, falls.
-Mm-hmm. -But who shot him?
This guy-- the gun shop owner, Hal Dinsmore--
doesn't have a gun on him.
Actually, he does. Nine-mil Glock,
in the desk drawer left open.
Why would he leave his gun in his desk drawer
if he's in a shoot-out with this guy?
Well, the blood trails from here
to there to where he is now.
So, maybe Hal Dinsmore is here at his desk,
hears the crash of the break-in,
goes for the gun in the drawer.
The bad guy comes into the office doorway,
they exchange fire,
and for some reason, he puts it back?
Makes sense.
Except why put it back in the drawer,
then come charging towards the guy who's shooting at you?
Right.
And you know, he has a whole lot
-of blood on him. -Yeah.
LENA: All over his clothes, on his hands,
all the way down to his knees.
It's inconsistent with his gunshot.
It was fatal, but he would not have bled out this much.
This vest wouldn't have fit Hal.
Must belong to whoever came in shooting.
Wait a minute. I think we might have just
narrowed down our suspect pool.
AB negative.
Military guys put their blood type inside their vest.
There should be... Yep.
Serial number here, too.
That is great. That could help us find the identity
-of our shooter. -Sure could.
Hey, Danny. This crime may be bigger than we think it is.
-Why? -'Cause Sarah's here.
LENA: Hey.
-Hey. -Boss.
I'm guessing you got
-bad news for us. -Yeah, this isn't an isolated
gun shop smash-and-grab.
Intel from neighboring Essex County links it
to three others, all with the same M.O.
-So, somebody's stealing a whole lot of guns. -Right?
This is the first hit in Boston and the first homicide.
I'd like to make sure it's the last.
The robberies in Essex County
happened on three consecutive nights
several hours after midnight.
If that pattern holds,
our bad guys are gonna strike again, tonight.
So, in other words, we're gonna be working a double.
Yep.
♪ ♪
[knocking on door]
Ned, it's the police. Is there a problem?
I'm Officer Reagan. This is Officer Silver.
-Are you Rita Avner? -Yes.
-What's going on? Did something happen? -JONAH: We found a vehicle
abandoned on the side of the road this morning.
It's registered to you, Mrs. Avner.
SEAN: It was involved in a traffic stop.
Do you own a grey BMW sedan?
Yes. It's parked right...
WALLIS: It's not there, Mom.
-Did you pull it into the garage, Rita? -No.
I-I parked it in the driveway when I came home last night.
-JONAH: What time was that? -Uh...
About 9:30.
-Then we went to bed. -Are you sound sleepers?
Did you hear anything in the middle of the night?
Shouldn't you guys be filling out some sort of
auto theft report or something?
It's just that the type of car that you own
is very difficult to steal.
And when we recovered it this morning,
there was no sign of a break-in entry or a hot-wiring.
Do you have all the key fobs?
Wallis, could you go grab them?
-You said something about a traffic stop? -SEAN: The car was pulled over
by one of our officers, and a female driver
-fled the scene. -Why would I do that?
Well, according to your driving history, ma'am,
you've already got two citations for speeding.
I'm sure you're aware that if you get three or more
in a 12-month period, your license could be suspended.
So, I just abandoned a car on the side of the road?
You'd be shocked what people do when they panic.
Here you go.
-JONAH: No other keys? -No.
We only received two from the dealership
the day we bought the car.
Do you have a daughter or a female houseguest?
You know what? We're-we're done with the questions.
The vehicle was stolen.
You guys should be looking for the person who took it.
And I'd like to know when we can get our car back.
-Mm-hmm. -We understand.
Uh...
Mrs. Avner, can I ask you one more thing?
It doesn't fit.
I told you I wasn't there.
SEAN: Sorry.
[elevator bell chimes]
Still waiting on the serial number from the Kevlar vest
at this morning's crime scene.
As per your request, 12 other gun shops in the city.
Okay, so we know that one of these is their next target.
I want uniformed officers stationed
at just ten of these 12.
The goal being to lure the perps in what appears to be
two vulnerable locations.
I dropped a couple pins.
This one and this one here on Hancock.
-You want them to make a move? -I want them caught,
so we send a message to anyone they may be working for
that Boston's off-limits.
Now, I want Robbery Task Force at these two locations
in plain clothes and unmarked vehicles.
Make sure no one is inside, minimize all risk.
I'll dispatch our teams at 2200?
Earlier than that. 2000.
Essex County shared surveillance footage
from the previous robberies, but there's nothing there
that we can run through the database
to identify these guys.
SARAH: These thick coats are a clever way
to conceal their identities.
This one here, with the designs,
was in the surveillance footage from this morning's crime scene.
I'll distribute a screen-grab.
If anyone clocks these puffy-coat thieves
near or around any of these gun shop locations
at any hour, we engage.
Only thing I want to be talking about tomorrow
is how we took these guys down.
-Yes, ma'am. -Yes, ma'am.
You know, it feels like yesterday
that a couple of A.D.A.s
were pulling all-nighters in that bullpen.
Although our table isn't there any longer.
I did some redecorating.
Thank you for coming to my office.
We could've met in your chambers.
-Oh. My pleasure. -So, Oliver Bell.
His nerves got the better of him.
That wasn't nerves.
Oliver Bell was unprepared, Mae.
What I witnessed in that suppression hearing was a crime
against the practice of law.
I'm surprised he's on your staff.
Maybe you're exaggerating a little bit, hmm?
We all have a bad day in court. Even you.
Remember Judge VandenBosch?
The Kincaid robbery?
All right. Point made.
And I'm a little offended that you're questioning my judgment.
I hired that young man,
who, by the way, was the top of his class,
and he writes motions that are the envy of this office.
So, be careful,
Mr. Third Divorce and Counting,
before you judge any of my people.
I had three wives because I lost out
on the one I wanted in the first place.
You're intimidating me. [chuckles]
Part of my job description.
I expect improvement, Madam District Attorney,
out of respect for the process and my courtroom.
DANNY: Can we see the gun shop office?
Nah, no cameras in there.
We synced the 911 audio
with the video surveillance time code.
That's got to be our perp that shot Hal Dinsmore.
And there's the muzzle flashes from the office.
OPERATOR: 911. What's your emergency?
HAL: I shot someone. I can't feel a pulse.
[Velcro ripping]
That's the Kevlar vest being removed.
OPERATOR: Sir, what's your name?
HAL: He's not breathing.
[panting]: One, two, three.
He's performing chest compressions.
DANNY: So, Hal's trying to save the perp's life.
Probably knelt down, which would explain how he got
the blood all over his clothes and knees.
OPERATOR: Sir, can you tell me your name?
-Are you alone? -HAL: Hal.
He hasn't even mentioned that he got shot.
OPERATOR: Hal, paramedics are on their way to your location.
HAL: Please hurry. They got to get here. I...
I can't do this much longer, I'm...
-I'm tired. -He's dying.
OPERATOR: Are you injured, Hal? Hal?
I'm right here with you.
Stay with me. Hello?
Hal, are you still there?
-Hal? -[playback stops]
So, Hal Dinsmore died trying to save the life
of the man who shot him.
His family should know.
We're still trying to locate extended family and relatives.
Officer Rayford interviewed a gun shop employee.
Both of his parents are deceased.
Lived alone, never married, only child.
He served in Afghanistan.
Hal was trained to come to the rescue.
He was a Marine.
Semper fi, brother.
[phone vibrates]
-[phone chimes] -Uhp.
I got an ID from the serial number on the Kevlar vest.
So, the man who shot Hal Dinsmore is Reese Camotta.
We should head to Boston General and see if we can talk to him.
No, hold up, guys. There were complications in the surgery.
The blood type on the vest
does not match that of the suspect.
So, it wasn't the suspect's vest?
So, our John Doe is not Reese.
Is he conscious?
Just got out of surgery, in the ICU.
-Heavily sedated. -I'll be there when he wakes up.
Okay, and why don't I talk to the actual owner of the vest,
this Reese Camotta guy, see what he has to say?
-You got an address? -Yep.
Let's have the unis pick him up.
Let him squirm on the way.
You know what that is?
I don't know.
You don't know?
I know it's a Kevlar vest.
No, it's your Kevlar vest.
Serial number tracked back to you, from the National Guard.
You look a little rattled.
Do you wonder why there's blood on there?
Or maybe you already know why.
Where were you last night?
At work.
I own a bar. Closes at 2:00.
So, you have an alibi from between the hours
of 2:00 and 5:00?
Yeah. Well, I clean the bar after it closes.
-Alone? -Alone.
That's too bad.
Want to tell me why your Kevlar vest
was at my crime scene?
I don't know.
And I don't know why you have my vest.
I didn't do anything wrong.
That's funny.
'Cause you're the prime suspect
in a string of gun shop robberies
and the murder of a man named Hal Dinsmore.
-What? -And you know what really sucks
is that man Hal Dinsmore died after saving the life
of the man wearing your vest.
Now, maybe you weren't there.
I mean, you don't exactly strike me
as the snatch-and-grab type.
But I can see how much it bothers you,
knowing that the man who was wearing your vest was wounded,
so I'm gonna ask you a different question.
Who did you give that vest to, soldier?
I want a lawyer.
Okay.
You know,
I heard a man speak his last words today.
And I promise you this.
If you know these guys, if this crew are your buddies,
I'm gonna find them and they're going down.
And you're going down with 'em.
Yo. I got Kathleen's body cam footage.
[key clicks]
KATHLEEN: It's a friggin' traffic stop.
Why the hell you running?!
[groans]
-[shouts] -Ooh!
[exclaims]
Ooh. Oh.
Kathleen got bodied by that tree, dude.
Wow.
Now that that incident report is done,
do you want to go roll for an hour before lunch?
I want to go by Auto Theft first.
They bagged a couple things from the Avners' car.
I just want to see if they can download
the GPS history from when Mrs. Avner said
she parked the car in the driveway
to when Kathleen actually pulled it over.
Brother, this is Auto Theft's case now.
What are you doing? It wasn't enough for you
to make Mrs. Avner try on that shoe?
Hear me out, okay?
How was the engine started without the key present?
Those guys in Cyber said they detected no digital trace
of the thief manipulating the electrical
or operating system of the vehicle
via Bluetooth or Internet connection,
which would mean that this thief invented
an entirely new way of stealing cars.
Doesn't that make you the least bit curious?
Let's do it. For Kathleen.
Let's go find Cinderella.
Phoebe.
What happened? Are you okay?
Yeah, I texted you.
I took the T here. I didn't know where else to go.
I'm sorry, Phoebe. It's been an insane day.
But of course you can come to me with anything.
What's going on?
My mom got a new job.
Okay. Well, that's a good thing, right?
It's in Japan.
Oh.
Does your dad know?
PHOEBE: I can't reach him. He's on his plane already.
SARAH: Oh, right, he lands tonight.
She said we're moving.
She's gonna tell him when she drops me off for the weekend.
I don't want to go to Japan, Sarah.
Nobody is gonna make you do anything you don't want to do.
Yeah, you say that now, but you weren't here
during the first custody fight.
-It got mean. -I'm sorry, Phoebe.
That's awful.
Can't your mom, like, do something?
Isn't she, like, the head lawyer in Boston?
That's not exactly how it works.
Dad travels all the time,
your job is insane.
They're never gonna let me stay.
Do you want to stay?
Okay. Well, that counts for a lot, Phoebe.
I've been through this, too, and believe me,
what the child wants matters.
What about you? Do you want me to stay?
Of course I want you to stay.
Full time, with you guys?
[knocking]
SARAH: Just a second.
I should go.
Phoebe, we will talk about this.
Me, you and your dad. We will.
No, it has to be tonight. It can't wait.
Tonight. Uh... okay.
Then we'll do it tonight.
Uh, dinner. 6:00?
-Okay, thanks, Sarah. -Okay.
-Superintendent? -Mm-hmm.
We need you to take a look at this.
SARAH: Is this the surveillance from the streets
surrounding the gun shop?
Were we able to get any clearer picture of their faces?
-[continuing indistinctly] -♪
ROBINSON: Two meetings in one day.
To what do I owe this pleasure?
MAE: We need to talk about Oliver Bell.
I went over the prep with Oliver one more time.
I even gave him a pep talk about the time
that I stood in front of a jury
and forgot everything I was about to say,
-[chuckles] -so a colleague stepped in.
You're welcome for that.
And what did young Oliver say? Was he inspired?
He quit.
He said that his parents
expected him to go to law school,
and that your chastising him was a "sign"
that he was in the wrong field.
What happens now?
Do you thank me or do I apologize?
You grant me a continuance so that I can get
-another prosecutor up to speed. -Can't do that, Mae.
This case has tied up my courtroom for long enough.
Now, we either argue it when it gets reconvened
or I'll dismiss it for a speedy trial.
But there isn't anybody else in my office
who is prepared to...
I know what's happening here.
You've wanted me to try a case in front of you
ever since you got on the bench.
That's what this is.
I knew the kid was weak.
I didn't think he would bail on you.
But now that you bring it up,
it would be fun to see you in action again.
[chuckles]
-Detective? -[knocks]
It's that file on your suspect.
-Thank you. -Yeah.
Ray-Ray, hang on.
Younger brother Dylan, expired license,
no recent job records. Three months ago,
Reese paid bail for Dylan in Allegheny County, Pennsylvania.
No sign of him.
Thought for sure we'd find an accomplice in this.
Um...
Come with me, Ray-Ray.
Hey, I-I'm not answering any of your questions, Detective.
-I asked for a lawyer. -Your lawyer's on his way.
I'm not here to talk to you. I needed somewhere quiet
-to speak with Officer Rayford. -Yeah.
So, Ray-Ray, I'm thinking this kid Dylan
is Reese's younger brother.
And Reese lied earlier just to protect him.
-Sure, I get that. -And he's probably worried now,
though, because he's thinking, "Was Dylan the one
who got wounded in the Kevlar vest?"
RAYFORD: Ah, I see. So, he wants to know if he's okay or not.
I'm not talking, Detective.
Will you mind your business?
Yeah. I mean, Reese has to be thinking,
"Was Dylan the one the gun shop owner tried to save
and is now fighting for his life at Boston General?"
But you can't tell him if it's Dylan or not
-because he lawyered up. -Right.
DANNY: Reese could waive his right to an attorney,
and I could bring him to the hospital
-to see if it's Dylan. -Sure. That's what I would do.
-Right? -Yeah.
I don't want a lawyer.
I want to see my brother.
Okay.
Then we'll go to the hospital and see if it's your brother,
and you're gonna tell me everything I want to know.
-DANNY: Hey. -Hey.
Still hasn't woken up yet.
Take a look.
[monitor beeping steadily]
That's not my brother.
Oh, thank God, that's not Dylan.
You got to be kidding me.
Well, do you know this man?
REESE: No.
I never seen that man before in my life.
[clears throat]
All right, uh, well, we still recovered
your vest at the scene.
So, if you didn't bring it there, then Dylan had to, right?
I mean, yeah, it's possible.
We have to find your brother. You got to give us something.
He's the key to stopping these guys
before they kill somebody else.
Okay, where would Dylan go to lay low?
Uh, he was all over the place.
Doing drugs and sleeping all day. I-I threw him out.
Thought he'd man up, you know? I...
shouldn't have given up on him.
Okay. We're gonna need to see the room
he was staying at at your house.
Yeah. Yeah, okay.
-Give us a second. -Yeah.
So, our John Doe is still a John Doe.
Yeah, and Dylan Camotta's out planning his next gun robbery.
♪ ♪
-Hey. -Hey... Hey!
How did you convince Danny to stop at Blended for lunch?
It was his idea, actually.
Mmm. What's going on with him?
I know, right?
He says that he's on this health kick,
but I got a theory.
'Cause my man just bought $200 running shoes.
No.
-No. You don't think... -Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm. He's only been here a year.
Every transplant thinks he can hack it.
Not the Boston Marathon, though.
That's such a tourist move.
Seth did it, didn't he?
Well, tourist moves can still be cute.
-[laughs] -Right. Right.
-So, Phoebe came by before. -Mm-hmm.
-Wanted to see if you're all good. -Yeah.
Yeah, she just wants to move in with us, no big deal.
-I'm sorry, what? -Yeah.
Her mom is moving to Japan,
and she wants to move in with us full-time.
The three of us are discussing it tonight
at an early dinner.
That's a good thing, though, right?
I love Phoebe.
But, you know, car pool pickups
and losing the second bathroom, and not being able to have sex
-whenever you want... -Thank you. Okay.
You got to imagine the gains, though, right?
When I met Seth, I knew Phoebe was part of the deal,
but it was shared custody.
Now her mom is forcing the issue.
It was bound to get messy.
Becoming a full-time parent?
That scares me, Lena.
Besides, I promised Phoebe I would never,
ever replace her mother, and it just feels like
that's exactly what I'm doing.
But Seth is, like, the perfect guy.
He checks all the boxes.
♪ ♪
What?
It's the boxes.
I have been staring at these photos
and surveillance video for half a day
trying to find some clue to help us, and I've got it.
The one constant is they always remove the guns from the boxes.
Right, because why wouldn't you just pick up the entire box
and load it into your vehicle?
There's QR codes here.
Some companies use these to tag their inventory.
Okay. It's sending me to a site for Sanborn Shipping.
Same. Dinsmore Gun shop and the locations in Essex County
all had gun deliveries from Sanborn Shipping.
That's what they have in common.
And this isn't just a link to their website,
it's a tracker.
That's why they're taking the guns
out of the boxes, they don't want to be tracked.
Yeah, but someone would have to know that.
That means that one of the robbers
is an inside guy from Sanborn Shipping.
And the perps would only go to the shops
where the guns were just delivered.
Regina, I need a list of all of the employees
at Sanborn Shipping and the gun shops
that they deliver to here in Boston.
-[mouths] -You know, I am really good.
Reese Camotta paid his brother Dylan's bail
in Pittsburgh.
I reached out to my old man's friends in Allegheny County,
who said that Dylan was arrested with a guy named Allen Cavallo,
who could be our Kevlar vest-wearing
perp in the hospital. Allen
works for a shipping company called...
-Sanborn Shipping? -Yes.
Allen's our inside guy.
Okay. You two are good.
[laughs]
So, the BMW's GPS said it was parked here
for two and a half hours before Kathleen pulled it over.
You steal a car for a joyride
or strip it for parts and abandon it.
Who steals a car, parks it for two hours
and then drives it back towards the neighborhood
where they jacked it?
There's nothing around here anyway.
[woman whoops, chatters in distance]
Except for that club.
Looks like the kind of place a girl
would wear fancy shoes like the one we found.
Who steals a car to go clubbing?
-Just take an Uber. -Mm.
♪
WOMAN: Hey, queens. Welcome back.
-Oh. -Oh.
John Doe's face wasn't in any database.
I checked missing persons.
No prints on file, no juvenile record of any kind.
Nothing that can point us to his identity.
He doesn't even have a Massachusetts driver's license.
And a pretty gutsy move for your first criminal act.
Holding up a gun shop?
I get the feeling like this kid got involved in something
that turned bad really fast.
In the surveillance footage, he went straight
to Hal's office, he didn't even attempt to steal a single gun.
Maybe he got caught up in something
or maybe he's cold-blooded and calculated.
He pulled the trigger.
Well, regardless, he's someone's child.
Or friend.
Someone should know he's in the hospital.
Well, we find Dylan Camotta, we'll find out who he is.
[phone vibrates]
LENA: Oh, it's Phoebe.
-Goodness, is that food? -Mm-hmm.
We're foodies.
Aw, I'm so sorry.
You don't want to look at that delicious, savory photo.
You're looking at Instagram dad-bod workouts.
Okay, wh... what is with the commentary,
just because I'm going on morning jogs and being healthy?
Well, what is with this new exercise regimen anyway?
'Cause you got about as much body fat as a manatee.
-A manatee? -Yeah.
That's a walrus with no teeth.
But it has very little body fat.
-How do you know this? -[laughs]
DISPATCH: Be advised, units in vicinity
of Huntley and North Jefferson spotted a maroon panel van,
no plate, heading southeast.
That's our BOLO. They're early.
Maybe they're casing the joint. Let's hit it.
-Is that it? -Looks like it.
It's empty.
Danny, puffy coats.
-Police! -DANNY: Get on the ground right now!
[door closes]
[lock clicks]
LENA: Looks like they locked it.
Let's try it anyway.
Locked.
-Let's go to the front. -Okay.
ALLEN: Move!
You, over here. All right, let's go.
-[people screaming] -Let's see those hands.
Come on.
-Do not try it. -Right there.
Hey. Lock it.
All right, nobody's going anywhere!
SARAH: Keep your hands up.
Everybody, keep your faces down. Now!
I'm scared.
I won't let them hurt you.
Okay.
[indistinct conversation]
He's here.
Get their phones.
All right, put your phones in here. Hey! Phones in here.
-ALLEN: Phones! -Now. Phones!
-Now! Come on! -Phones!
Cough 'em up. Let's go. Phones.
-[whimpers softly] -SARAH: Hey.
-Hey. -ALLEN: And keep your faces down!
-All right, come on, let's go. Faster, come on. -SARAH: Just breathe.
-Just breathe and look at me, okay? -Okay.
-ALLEN: Give up the phones! -Okay. -[phone vibrating]
DYLAN: Hey, you two, cough it up.
Come on. Put it in the bin.
Hands down. Do not try to be a hero right now.
Nobody move!
LENA [over phone]: Sarah?
ALLEN: Hey, you! I said out of your pocket, in the bin!
-Hey, what's going on? -Sir, please, stay back.
No, no, no, you don't understand.
My daughter's in there.
-Sarah, can you hear me? -You got to let me by.
-My daught... Sir, please... -Is that Seth?
-Okay, I-I understand. -Lena!
-Yeah. Why is he... -Danny!
-Hey, let him in. -Come on.
-Hey.
-What happened? Are they okay? -LENA: Sarah?
-Who? -Who? Whoa, whoa! -I just got back into town.
I'm late to meet Phoebe and Sarah. They're inside there.
-Wait, what? -Phoebe and Sarah are inside there.
DANNY: Okay, all right, they're gonna be okay.
Oh, God.
Oh, God, okay. I called her and she answered.
Yeah, so, she-she can handle this.
Sarah can handle this.
-She knows what she's doing. -TRACEY: What do we know?
DANNY: Two armed gunmen inside,
multiple hostages, including Superintendent Silver
and this man's daughter.
LENA: But I called her and she answered,
so we have ears on what's going on in there.
DANNY: If I can get around back,
-I can get eyes on what's happening. -TRACEY: Go for it.
We'll see what we can do from different vantage points.
All right.
Look, we're gonna get them out of there, okay?
-Sit tight. I'll update you in a sec. -Please.
She's got this. She's got this.
Oh, my God.
God help us.
This is it, man. We got to give up.
-No, it isn't. -We're caught,
-Sit tight. -we're caught. Just face it. -ALLEN: Shut up!
We just need to figure out how to get out of here.
Start thinking fast.
ALLEN [over phone]: Keep your faces down!
Door's breachable.
Send a few guys back with a Hooli.
No!
Shots fired. Sergeant Tracey,
-get your team ready to breach. -Move, move.
Can you grab him?
Boston PD, Dylan, put your weapon down.
Lena, Dylan is heading out the back.
You are clear to enter.
TRACEY: Boston PD. Clear the door.
We have two down. We need paramedics inside.
Phoebe, I need you to go behind the bar
and get me some towels and a wooden spoon.
Dylan!
Drop the gun.
You're not gonna pull that trigger, Dylan.
You're not a killer.
You gave your buddy your brother's Kevlar vest
to protect him, right?
You tried to go in that gun shop office
to save his life, but Allen wouldn't let you.
You're a good guy.
You made a bad mistake.
No, don't take another step.
SARAH: [shouts] You got this, okay?
-Okay. -Apply pressure right here.
Bite down on this.
[grunts softly]
[straining, groans]
SARAH: Okay, keep applying pressure, Phoebe.
-[Allen screaming] -Keep going.
-[panting]: Oh, my God. Okay. -You did it.
Good job.
And your brother Reese, he's worried sick about you.
He doesn't want anything bad to happen to you.
No, he doesn't care about me.
Yes, he does.
You know he does.
No, stop. Don't-don't come any closer.
-Stop... -We got to end this now.
Okay?
Okay. Turn around, turn around.
-I got you. -[handcuffs click]
Is Evan gonna be okay?
Evan?
That's the name of your buddy in the hospital?
Yeah, Evan's gonna be okay.
So are you.
Come on.
Everybody stay down.
You did it. You did great.
-Hey. -It's okay. You're okay.
-Hey. -Hi. -PHOEBE: Hi.
Are you good?
-Phoebe saved the day. -You did?
I believe it. I believe it.
-She saved the day. -Here, I can take over for you.
PHOEBE: Thank you.
Dad, Sarah was so badass.
And I saved a guy's life. I can't wait to tell Mom.
No. No. Phoebe.
You do not tell your mother anything.
All right? We're gonna wait till you're... at least 35.
Dad, there's something I need to tell you.
-Okay. -Mom's moving to Japan,
and I want to stay in Boston with you and Sarah full-time.
She is?
-Uh, wait, you do? -Yeah.
-Hey. Hey, beautiful. -Hey. Hi.
Everything's okay.
Hey, so, um...
so, Phoebe wants to stay with us.
-I know. -Yeah.
And-and you're okay with that?
Absolutely.
-Get over here, kiddo. -[chuckles]
Looks like I need to call your mother.
Sarah, is it okay if I go in
and get a couple pictures for my Instagram?
-Absolutely not. Yeah. -O...
-Okay. -Yeah, that's a no.
-Sorry... -That's a hard no.
-Okay. -Yeah.
-Did you call his brother yet? -DANNY: No.
Guy went through hell and back in the service.
I'm not sure I'm ready to give him the bad news yet.
-I can call Reese if you want. -Thank you.
I think I got to do it myself,
Marine to soldier.
You never talk about your time in the service.
Not sure it's something I want to talk about.
Well, if you change your mind...
...I've got two ears.
Thank you.
Hey, Reese, it's Detective Reagan.
Your brother's safe, but,
uh, I got some bad news for you.
MAE: Your Honor,
it's very simple.
Detective Langley stated very clearly
that he interviewed the prisoner Kyle Tillman
as a witness, not a suspect.
When Tillman incriminated himself,
the interview stopped, Mr. Tillman was read his rights.
The defense argues that the entire interview
was a custodial interrogation,
yet Mr. Tillman was in the custody
of the county prison, not Detective Langley.
Mr. Tillman could've walked
right out of that interview anytime he wanted.
Therefore, the statement is admissible
in the murder trial of Carolyn DeSoto.
♪ ♪
[laughs softly]
Mmm.
WALLIS: Okay, just hurry,
before my parents get home.
It was my first time out in drag, ever.
I was just trying to get back home
before my parents got up
and noticed that the car was gone.
I didn't want to risk the chance of them seeing me.
As far as we're concerned, the only mistake you made
was running from Officer Mulholland.
A moving violation is not the end of the world.
But my parents have no idea.
You're not gonna tell them, are you?
As of right now, the car is reported stolen.
Okay? But we can close the file if you talk to your parents
and tell them the car was borrowed
without their permission.
And whether you tell them that was you or a female friend
with expensive taste in shoes, that's none of our business.
All right?
Take care, Wallis.
Thank you.
♪ ♪
-♪ Every day... ♪ -SEAN: He knows Kathleen.
The Avners-- they own a coffee and pastry shop.
Wallis works there. Kathleen's in there all the time.
He thought for sure she'd recognize him,
even underneath all the makeup, so he panicked and took off.
Yeah, but what he doesn't know is that Kathleen
can't see two feet in front of her.
That's not true.
The woman ran into a tree.
-Oh. -SEAN: It's kind of true. -MAE: Well, I hope
that he reconciles that secret of his.
-It's not healthy to keep a secret like that. -LENA: Mm-mmm.
Speaking of secrets, what's going on with you, Danny?
Spill it. The early morning runs
-and the change in your diet. -I'm with Lena.
Nobody eats beetroot on purpose.
-Why? It's delicious. -SEAN: Wait.
This is kind of like the time you were training
for the New York Marathon.
Are you training for the Boston Marathon?
Mm-mmm. Danny, no, I tried that once.
That thing about killed me.
Nah, babe, you did great.
-Thank you. -For the record, I am not
training for the tourist-trappy Boston Marathon.
-LENA: Ooh. -Okay.
-I know what it is. -You do, huh?
The Rookie Run. It's on Sunday.
You're gonna make a fine detective one day.
-Mm! -LENA: Oh... -Wait. The Rookie Run?
You just accepted your BPD badge.
-Does that make you... -[gasps]
-I mean... -[laughs]
the bosses signed off on his detective rank,
but technically, you...
Yes, technically, I am a rookie,
but not quite like you two, so don't get any crazy ideas.
I thought it would be fun
to run the Rooke Run with you two.
Okay, what's the Rookie Run?
Every year, the rookies run from the academy in Hyde Park
to, uh, HQ at Schroeder Plaza.
-Forgot that was coming up. -DANNY: Wow.
Must be nice, just wake up and run eight miles
-'cause you feel like it. -Oh, to be in my 20s again.
-DANNY: Right? -You're really gonna do it, huh?
Yes. I'll see you when I cross the finish line.
-Okay. -In fact, you'll see my back
when I cross the finish line in front of you.
-Whoa! -Oh!
-Challenge accepted, old man. -All right.
-Hey! -Good for you, Danny.
Good luck, old man.
Thank you.
Running against these young, fresh-legged recruits?
Oh, mercy.
All right, I'm gonna get some coffee.
Everybody, everybody, while she's gone,
I went to Mom's office today,
and look what I found on her desk.
[Sarah gasps]
Who is it from?
-Judge Robinson. -Stop! He's cute.
-Wait, wait. Let me see, let me see. -What is it?
LENA: It's a note asking Mom out on a date.
I didn't know your mom was dating.
No, no, no, no. My mom doesn't date.
-DANNY: Well, the judge doesn't know that, apparently. -Shh, shh.
I was speaking at a good volume. Mom-Mom doesn't date.
And how do you know she doesn't date?
But clearly she does.
-[whispering indistinctly] -MAE: Who wants decaf?
So, this Rookie Run.
[whispers]: I don't know what she said.
I mean, that is a...
SEAN: Ain't too late to back out.
I don't know if you know this about me, son,
but I don't scare easily.
Think it's pretty cool that you're out here doing this
-with us. -Thank you.
For your age, it's i-incredible.
Why can't you be nice like your partner?
-What? No! -Wait... Unfair. -Oh, come on.
-Everybody's getting dusted. -You do this?
No. You think I would bring the track star
to show me up, too?
No, I came to support.
We're in this together, right?
And we're in this together, right, Brooklyn?
Yes, we are, Beantown.
You guys are in big trouble now.
-Right. -Let's go.
I saw you go in on those pies.
-Oh... -I know you got some extra weight there.
-Whoa! -Wow.
AGUIRRE: All right, Boston's Finest.
On your marks.
Get set...
♪ Guess it ain't big enough for the both of us ♪
♪ When they want the funk, I'm coming over us ♪
♪ Can't stop me, I just keep going up ♪
♪ And the deficit gonna be hard to overcome ♪
♪ Might need to sober up, I'm too lit ♪
♪ And I got more swag than I know what to do with ♪
♪ I know I ain't perfect, but to be honest, who is? ♪
♪ Want to test it, don't be foolish. ♪
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