All language subtitles for BB 101

Dawg, what is it with you
and Springsteen?

Who doesn't love Springsteen?

I don't know. Anybody under 40?

Nah, you're sleeping

- on Springsteen, man.
- I'm not sleeping on anything.

- Excuse me. Ladies.
- No, no.

Ladies, ladies, this is

- my friend Sean...
- Hi, Sean.

- Hi.
- And we were just having a bit of a debate.

- Hi.
- Hi.

We were hoping that you guys
could help us settle it.

- What is this, trivia night?
- Maybe.

I'm gonna say a name,
you tell me the first thing

- that pops into your head. Okay?
- Okay.

Bruce Springsteen.

Bruce Springsteen?

Springsteen?

See? Nothin'.

The Boss!

- In your face!
- The Boss!

Well, congratulations,

- but that makes you about 40...
- That was a test.

And that's two outta three,
so I win.

Well, I'll take the loss,
but I gotta know your name.

- My name?
- Yeah.

Sophie.

- It's nice to meet you. Sean.
- Hi.

- Sean.
- Nice to meet you, Sean.

Reagan. Reagan! Fire!
There are people up there.

Look! Right there!

Call 911!

Yo, Jonah, wait!

Hey. You all right?

Is there anybody still up there?

I heard someone scream upstairs.

Let's go.

Hey, everybody stay calm, okay?

We're Boston PD.
Get outside, all right?

- Hello?
- Help!

Hello? Boston Police Department!

Stay calm, we're coming for you.

Hurry up, man!

- You all right?
- Yeah. Let's go.

Here! Here, here!

- Hey, back there!
- Hey! We gotta call

for backup, all right?
We're cops, not FD.

Fire won't know the difference.

Go check those offices!

Jonah! There's somebody
back there, man!

Ma'am, can you hear me?

Hey. Ma'am.

Hey, we gotta go. Come on...

Sean, we gotta get out of here!

Jonah!

She's dead!

She's dead! Gunshot wounds!

Grab my hand. Come here.
Keep your head down.

We gotta get out of here, Sean!

I thought we said,
when we stay at my place,

we turn our ringers off.

It's your phone, smart-ass.

Well. Sorry.

Reagan.

What?

Where?

Yeah.

Okay.

Yeah, Boston General.
I'm on my way.

What's wrong?

It's Sean.

Is he okay?

I don't know.

I gotta...
I gotta go to Boston.

God.

You must be Sean's dad.

Jonah. Right?
His buddy from the academy?

Were you with him?

It's not too bad.

Just pulled it
trying to get Sean out of there.

I was helping these two women.

And then Sean,
he saw one more, and...

she was already dead.

I'm sure you did everything
you could to help her.

No, wait, wait.
It wasn't from the fire.

She was shot.

You know, the doctors, they...
they keep saying

that it's gonna take a miracle
for him to wake up today.

Yeah.

Maybe even tomorrow.

Where was the fire?

Stinks in here.

How you doing, O'Brian?

Detective on deck.

Who's that?

Lena Silver, BPD.

You made of sugar,
Detective Silver?

What's the matter, Detective?

You afraid
to get your shoes wet?

Average building fire burns

at 1800 degrees, yeah?

Clothing disintegrates
at around 600.

Blood boils at 212,
DNA is fried at 190.

So I'm thinking the best chance

these CSRUs have
of finding any DNA

or trace evidence
is gonna be in the spots

where the fire
cooled the fastest...

puddles you boys are just
dragging your knuckles through.

Watch your footwork.

Yeah.

- Back it off.
- Yeah.

Died at her desk.

Hope she loved her job.

You figure out
what caused the fire yet?

Blue-green shimmer
inside this canteen

says kerosine with
a turpentine kicker.

Probably several cans
of the stuff.

There's heavy burn here,

but the char pattern looks like

someone doused a path
of accelerant through the office

and ignited it at door.

You got a theory
of the murder already

or should we wait until
a sergeant detective gets here?

Ooh. So funny.

I figured you would a had the
inside track on that promotion.

Must sting to get passed over.

Sprinkler system was disabled.

Lock on one drawer was picked.

Somebody was looking
for something,

and they set the fire
to cover their tracks.

Check out the angle
of the shots.

Shooter walked right up to her,

fired point-blank,

standing over her desk.

This feels personal.

Have the report
sent to my desk. Thank you.

This is a standard presser.

They want an update
from the police,

not a headline
from the district attorney.

The press don't want a headline?

- Who you talkin' to, Sarah?
- D.A. Mae Silver,

who never misses an opportunity
to push for justice.

Please tell me
this isn't something

I need to take
to the commissioner.

Sweetie, you should be
the commissioner.

Mom... Please.

Have you seen Jonah yet?

Yeah.

He's okay.

Good.

'Cause I'm gonna kill him.

Good morning.

The victim discovered in last
night's Downtown Crossing fire

was Andrea Decker,
CEO of Image-Stats Inc.,

an IT company.

Now, it's my obligation
to disclose

that the company is under
investigation by my office,

as was Andrea Decker.

One at a time. One at...
Carla, go ahead.

Image-Stats created
the facial recognition software

used by Boston PD that has been
accused of being biased

toward minorities.

Will this murder
affect your investigation?

No.

In fact,
with the increased scrutiny

this tragic homicide will bring,

I have filed
an emergency ordinance

to require police
to use special permission

before taking any action

based on Image-Stats analysis.

- Ms. Silver!
- That is the first I'm hearing

of a city ordinance.

Thank you,
District Attorney Silver.

I will take it from here
until BPD has gotten up to speed

on the new requirement.

With that, I will leave you

in the superintendent's
capable hands.

Ms. Silver, question!

Question! Ms. Silver!
Ms. Silver!

One at a time, one at a time.
Go ahead.

Crazy what happened?

You work there in the building?

Just lookin' like
everybody else.

Except everybody else that's
looking is looking for cops.

Maybe to see
a body being hauled out.

But not you.

You are really focused in
on that office up there.

Why?

Hey!

Come here! Police!

Hold it!

Police! Hold it!

Out of the way!

Boston PD! Stop!

Stop right where you are.

Get down off the fence.

Why'd you run from
my crime scene?

I was chasing a suspect.

And I would've got him

if you didn't stop me,
Detective...

Lena Silver.

I'm Detective Danny Reagan.

My shield is in
my front chest pocket.

You mean your badge?

Where I'm from, it's a shield.

Slowly.

I'm turning slowly.

I'm gonna reach for my shield,
Detective.

There you go.

You keep up with us
the whole way?

NYPD

What, you one of
those Bronx boneheads

- thinks girls can't run?
- I'm from Brooklyn.

It's just...
we were goin' pretty fast.

I don't know. Thought maybe
you ran track or something.

Maybe you're not as fast
as you thought.

Pretty far from New York,

- aren't you?
- Yeah.

My kid got hurt
in the fire last night,

and I was about to get some
answers, till you stopped me.

Sean's your son?

You know Sean?

From my brother.
He was with him.

You're Jonah's sister?

Do you have an evidence glove?

Pretty sure
that guy dropped something

before he hit the fence.

I heard it drop over here.

What do you know?

Looks like we found
our first clue.

What do you mean "we," Brooklyn?

I just delivered our first lead,
Beantown.

Come on. You can trust me.

I've done this
once or twice before.

No nothing's changed, Dad.

If anything changes,
I'll call you right away.

Yeah. Me, too, Dad. Bye.

Your lab connected

the tool we found in the alley

to scratches
on Andrea Decker's desk.

No identifiable fingerprints,

but they did track the logo
to a local hardware store.

Lab confirmed. Kerosine
and turpentine, like I said.

Now, that's a lead
on the fire case.

Looks like you're nowhere
on the murder.

I'm sorry.

You call that police work,
Detective?

You confirmed two chemicals
that any clown

could purchase at any superstore
in the United States

and you throw it in her face
like it's evidence?

You wanna say that again?

I just said it to you and you
didn't do a damn thing about it.

- I don't know what...
- He's right.

Unless you have
something actionable,

you should be at your desk doing
exactly what they're doing:

looking for who did this.

Yes, ma'am.

Sarah Silver.

Danny Reagan.

I'm sorry for coming in hot,
Superintendent, Detective.

He was out of line.

It's understandable. Can only
imagine how you must feel.

I know if anything
ever happened to my sister,

I'd be right where you are.

Hold on.

You two are sisters?

- You didn't tell him?
- Well, how do you think

I introduce myself?

"Hi, I'm Detective Silver.

I'm sister to Sarah,
superintendent of all the land."

Sorry, it's just...

you're so...

- White?
- Well, I was gonna

say young to be
superintendent...

but, yeah, white, also.

Understood.

Her dad married my mom
when we were kids.

Got it.

I spoke to
the NYPD Commissioner...

who vouched for you.

Your dad's voice
counts for a lot,

even this far from home.

I've authorized you to consult
with Boston PD on this case.

Danny Reagan,

son of Frank,

commissioner of all the land.

Speaking of, my commissioner

just handed me my ass

over Mom's new facial
recognition ordinance.

- Mom?
- Mae Silver, the D.A.

We are chasing down

a lead that Danny spotted
at the crime scene.

We'll keep you posted,
Superintendent.

Doing the math, here.

Your sister is the
superintendent of detectives,

your mom is the D.A.

who's jamming us up on
the face recognition software,

and your younger brother
is a rookie beat cop?

Yeah. Half-brother,
technically, but...

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

We're just one big, happy,

- kinda confusing family.
- A little confusing,

but, hey, family's family.

Let's go visit
that hardware store.

How are you holding up?

I'll be better
when my son wakes up.

And when we catch this guy.

How are you holding up?

What do you mean?

I have a sister, too.

You think I didn't notice
the tension between you two?

Month ago, a sergeant detective
promotion opened up.

I put in for it,
but got passed over.

And your sister is the one
that did the passing over?

Fair and family do not
always mix.

Is that why Sean moved
200 miles away to become a cop?

'Causes he would've been
third-generation NYPD.

Fourth generation.

When he told me he wanted
to be a cop, I was all for it.

But the NYPD had a hiring freeze
because of budget cuts.

And he wouldn't let me and my
old man pull any strings, so...

I was the one who suggested
he come to Boston.

Have Charlie prep a briefing
for the Malakov case.

Yes, ma'am.

Good job, kid.

Thanks, Enzo.

- Hi.
- I know. I'm sorry.

I should've come
and seen you sooner.

Probably good you didn't.

I was furious
with you this morning.

Now I'm just glad to see you.

You can't be cleared
for duty already.

No, no.
I just met with my lieutenant.

Don't worry. It's just protocol.

I know.

How's Sean?

The doctors, they're optimistic.

His dad's in town.

We need to invite him to dinner.
He's gonna need support.

Okay.
I will, if I see him again.

I'm gonna let you
get back to work.

- Okay.
- I just wanted to stop by and say "hi."

- Okay.
- I will see you at dinner tonight.

All right. See you at dinner.

All right,
hardware store confirmed

multitool was a thank-you gift
for bulk orders.

Only two of that model
were given out, though.

First customer alibied out.

Leaving us with...
Carlos Delgado.

Who lives right here.

He's in there.

Boston PD with a warrant!

Open up!

He's going out the back!

Hold it!

Don't move!

- Don't move.
- I didn't do anything!

Sure you did.
You fled from the police.

Twice.

Then you tripped
over a garbage bin.

Looks like
you murdered Andrea Decker

and almost killed my son

trying to bury the evidence.
Get up. Get up!

How did you get ahead of us?

Are you sure
you didn't run track?

You hate that
I'm faster than you, don't you?

Maybe.

Carlos Delgado.

You got a PI license.

What are you doing?
Why not just level with us?

Sure. 'Cause the cops are known
for being so understanding.

I'm innocent.

Then why the hell'd you run?

Why did you run?

'Cause I've been snoopin'
in Decker's office.

Figured I might've left some
evidence that I'd been inside.

Snooping in her office for what?

She'd been cutting corners.

Rival company hired me
to find proof.

I broke into her desk
couple weeks back.

Didn't find anything.

You broke into her desk
weeks ago?

Tool matches. Timeline doesn't.

You better have proof
to back that story up.

And one hell of an alibi.

Call my office, you'll get both.

But I'm pretty sure
it was one of her own

- who killed Andrea Decker.
- One of her own

employees had it out for her?
What makes you say that?

When I was in the office,
I heard an argument.

An employee she fired
didn't take it too well,

got into a screaming match.
Stormed out.

A week later she's dead?

I'm lookin' at
the screaming guy.

- You know Screaming Guy's name?
- No.

I think
he was a software engineer.

I didn't see his face.

Think he was a Black guy.

Black guy.

All right, Doc. Thank you.

Update me whenever you can.

I'm checking
the Image-Stats employee list.

Looks like you crossed out
a lot of names already.

Well,
if Delgado's story is true,

about the software engineer,
then he should be on this list.

So I already crossed out
the female employees,

and now I'm focusing on
Black-sounding names.

Whoa. Wow.

If I did that in New York,

I'd probably get a call
from HR or IA.

I can check every
Tom, Dick, and Harry later,

but right now I'm counting on

the tech industry's
under-hiring of Black men

to work in our favor.

And looky here.

Two software engineers.

Okay.

Well, if one of these two
lost their job last week,

maybe they already posted

to one of those job search
websites or something.

That's a really good call.

All right.

No résumé for the first one.

Let's check this name.

Here we have a résumé

posted by a Marquís Rawlins.

And his last employer
was Image-Stats.

- So that's our disgruntled employee?
- That's him.

And we have his photo,
so we can...

we can run a facial rec search

against
building security footage

and that should be enough
to get us a warrant.

- Great. Let's do it.
- Wait.

The lieutenant has to sign off.

And there's a lot of eyes
on this software right now.

Not for nothin',
but my son was almost killed,

your brother could have
been killed.

We gotta wait around
for paperwork?

This is not New York.

What is that supposed to mean?

You got a reputation, you know?

- For getting things done.
- You're a great detective.

But how many times did your dad,
the NYPD commissioner,

look the other way
when you crossed the line?

I have to show my work.

All my "T"s crossed,
all my "I"s dotted.

I hear you.

And when it comes to my old man,

nothin' made him happier than
to make an example out of me

for the rank and file.

But he also knew that sometimes
dotting "I"s and crossing "T"s

has to come second
to right and wrong.

I'm not asking you
to break any rules.

I'm just saying, sometimes

I pick my spots.

Where are you going?

I'm going
over the lieutenant's head.

I'm picking my spot.

What's up?

We have narrowed
our suspect pool

to a disgruntled employee
with means and motive.

Hey, Sarah.
How's your day going?

Well...
Pretty crazy, actually, Lena.

Okay. You have means and motive.

So now we need opportunity.

And I need to run a facial
recognition search against

security footage
to place him at the scene.

I assume you filed
an official request.

No. There's no time for that.

I came to you.

You're supposed to have my back.

What's that supposed to mean?

Is this about the promotion?

I didn't say that.

You didn't have to.

Look, it killed me
to not promote you.

You're a brilliant detective.

But...

It wasn't your turn.

This job comes with
as much politics as policing.

But there was
an equally qualified detective

who'd been waiting longer.

I'm sorry.

Well, you just apologized,
so that means you owe me one.

Yeah. You just apologized.

- You know that's what it means.
- No.

- Lena... No.
- Yeah. Yeah, it does.

I need to use the facial
recognition software, Sarah.

We do not have time
for Mom's political red tape.

This is for Jonah.

No. Send it right over.

I...

This is your house.

I shouldn't have pushed so hard.

May be gettin' a little
personal for me, with my son.

I'm very sorry.

I understand.

We're good.

And it worked.

- It worked?
- It did. It worked.

Well, while you were
making it work,

I did a little bit of
coloring inside the lines

and found out that
Marquís Rawlins has a Glock

registered in his name.

Same as the shooter.

Doesn't look good for Marquís.

It's time to run
the facial recognition

software on
the security footage.

You know Sean and
Jonah are on it.

Facial rec program gives
a partial ID confirming

it is Marquís Rawlins.

72% match.

- Is 72% enough to go on?
- No.

But... there's gotta be...

There we go.

He used a personalized keycard

to enter building
right before the fire started.

So we have
corroborating evidence

and a facial rec match.

Let's go.

Where's the suspect?

Visual at the four side.

Making entry.

Boston PD! Don't move!

- Hands up!
- Hey, hey, wait, wait! Wait!

- Hands up! Hands up!
- Okay! Okay!

- All right, all right!
- That's him.

Cuff him.

You going somewhere?

This is about that fire, right?

My old boss that got killed?
Andrea Decker?

I killed her.

I killed Andrea Decker.

Detective?

Well, you got a confession,

we got a partial face rec,

and this guy appears
to like to play with fire.

But you think
we're missing something.

Guy's packing a bag, we show up,
he just starts talking?

Was a little bit too easy,
wasn't it?

Yeah.

I'm pretty sure I said
nobody needed to come.

Since when have I
ever listened to you?

- Any update?
- No.

No changes.

Nurses told me you were out
trying to find who did this.

Did you catch him?

We got a guy. He copped to it.

Solid evidence, but we can't
find the murder weapon.

"We"?

Detective Lena Silver.

She likes to check every box.

You have a suspect in custody,

solid evidence,
and a confession.

Back home,
you would be begging me

to bring charges already.
You must really trust her.

She's good,
and I ain't back home.

We gotta get this right.

- You always do this, you know.
- What do I always do?

Bury yourself in a case
so you don't have

- to face your own life.
- What? Come on.

This case is my life.

How long you staying?

Until I know you're okay.

Till you know he's okay.

We have a hospital

full of doctors seeing to that.

I'm here until I know
you're okay.

Thank you.

Kid...

Kept going on about
how great this stupid city is.

Gotta tell you, I've been here
a minute and I don't see it.

Hope it's okay that I'm here.

I just got cleared
by the doctor.

This is my sister, Erin.
Erin, this is Jonah.

He's Lena's brother.

He pulled Sean from the fire.

My God.

Thank you.

Of course.

I heard you caught the guy.

Well, word travels fast.

Yeah, your sister has doubts.

So do I.

Well, I was, um,
I just checking in.

So... I'll let you guys...

Actually, um...

I don't mean to intrude,

but my mom wants me
to invite you to dinner tonight.

It's just down the street.
It's at her house.

I'm just gonna drop you
the location

in case you want to come.

Thank you.

It was nice to meet you.

Yo, Colman, you still work
at the evidence locker?

Yeah, dawg. Here right now.

Yeah, I need a favor.

You're going.

I can't go.

If this happened in New York...

- It didn't happen in New York.
- Okay.

But if it did,
would you let Lena

- not come to family dinner?
- Of course not.

But this is different.

Okay, then you're going.

You can get cleaned up.
Maria packed you some clothes.

You should call her, by the way.

- She's worried sick about you.
- I w...

I will.

And I'll go to dinner,

if you come along with me.

Come on.

- Erin, right?
- Yes.

I'm Lena. Nice to meet you.

Spent the day
working with your brother.

And you still invited
him to dinner?

Ha, ha. Not funny.

- Danny, yes? Hi.
- Yes.

- My sister, Erin.
- Hi.

You're District Attorney
Mae Silver.

It's an honor.

Thank you. It's nice
to meet you, as well.

Another Reagan. Welcome.

- Thank you.
- I'm Sarah.

- Hi.
- Are you a cop, too?

Lawyer. I'm in the New York
D.A.'s office. Trial Bureau.

I like her.

- Hello.
- Sorry I'm late.

- There he is.
- Had to run home real quick and change.

All good.

You know how much
I like that shirt.

- You look good. Come on.
- Thank you.

Let's go. Let's get to it.

And, let me show you
both around.

- Follow me.
- Okay.

My mom and dad split up
when I was born.

I was 13 when Mom married Ben
and converted to Judaism.

And Sarah is his daughter
from his first marriage.

She's been my ride-or-die
since middle school.

Then, Jonah was born

right after
Mom and Ben got married.

Our golden boy.

- He's a good guy.
- He joined the police academy

last year, after...

Ben got killed.

I'm sorry to hear that.

He was a circuit judge.

Got shot right outside
the courthouse.

That's awful.

You learn to live with the loss.

Yeah.

Um...

Is there somewhere I can wash up

- before dinner?
- Yeah.

Right over there.
Head door across the way.

I knew it.

You ran track.

Guilty as charged.

That's wrong.

Hey, Erin...

Can I ask you something?

So, um...

I can tell
that Danny plays things

really close to the vest...

but I gotta know:
with Sean being hurt,

and the way
he's attacking this case,

it's like he has been
through this before.

Is there anything
that I need to know?

Well, this is Danny being Danny.

He attacks every case
like his own family's at stake.

But...

you're right. He...

he's lost more than most.

I made it.

Hey.

Grandpa...

- Hey.
- Hey, sweetheart.

Come meet our guests.

This is Reverend Edwin Peters,
of Roxbury Baptist Church.

And this is Erin
and Danny Reagan.

- Sir.
- Hi.

- And Danny is Sean's dad.
- Hi.

Come on in, everybody.

It's time for blessings.

Baruch atah Adonai.

Eloheinu Melech haolam

Asher kidshanu
b'mitzvotav vitzivanu

I'hadlik ner shel Shabbat.

- Amen.
- Amen.

Blessed are You, God,
ruler of the universe,

who has given us
His commandments.

For you, we light candles
on Shabbat. Amen.

Amen.

It's okay. We all do

what is meaningful to us.

- Thank you.
- Now let's eat!

- Yes.
- All right.

A weekly family dinner.

Our families have
a lot in common.

That's the same thing Sean said.

- He's been here?
- Often.

Said that it reminded him
of home.

Thank you, all, for looking
after him. Means a lot.

Lena has doubts about
the arrest this afternoon.

Sarah. This is not the time.

Wow, we're talking shop
at the table.

It really is starting to feel
like home.

For the record,
I share her doubts.

Well, if there were doubts,

why did you grant
the facial rec request?

Did you tell her?

- I didn't tell her. Did you tell her?
- I didn't tell her.

It's the first one
after the new ordinance.

You think I wouldn't find out?

You relied on a police tool
that targets people of color,

making them victims
of harassment,

false arrests,

- and worse.
- Mom...

For every one false arrest,

20 bad guys are pulled
off the street.

It's an impossible situation.
It's complicated.

But that's one life
potentially lost or ruined.

- Is it worth it?
- The tech

is just a tool.

I mean, if you add that tool
to lousy police work,

you're gonna get lousy results.

But if you add it
to quality police work,

then you can save that one life
that we're talking about.

Which...

is exactly what
Lena's trying to do right now.

Marquís was packing a go bag
with one foot

out the door.
You really think he's innocent?

I really do.
And his life is worth it.

- I agree.
- I do, too.

Jonah?

You have something to say?

I took a look at the evidence.

I think that Marquís was packing

- the go bag for someone else.
- Jonah.

- Did you meddle in an open investigation?
- It is my fault.

There was a burning building.
Sean wanted to call for help,

and I told him that we should
go in and now he is hurt.

Please, just let me help
with this investigation.

For Sean.

What makes you think
Rawlins is innocent?

In the bag, there was
a limited-edition pair of Dunks.

Those are thousand-dollar shoes.

Anybody who would own those
would not just

- throw them in the bag.
- And you know,

someone was sleeping
on that couch.

Maybe somebody
Marquís is covering for.

Seems like there's more
work to do, Detectives.

Yes, ma'am.

I'll be with Sean. Go.

Thank you for dinner.

- Thank you, Mom.
- Of course.

- See you.
- Yeah. Me, too.

- Love you, Mom.
- Love you, too.

- Bye. Bye, Grandpa.
- Love you.

- Love you.
- Of course.

Well, there goes
our family dinner.

More wine for us. L'chaim.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Evidence Control says
the full list

should hit the system
any minute.

We've combed through
Marquís Rawlins' entire life

and only found a speeding ticket

and a crazy ex-girlfriend.

Why do you assume
the ex is crazy?

I don't assume she's crazy.

He says it himself
in these social media posts.

"Thought she was the one,
but she's obsessed with her ex."

"Finally ended things
with Tanya."

I'm sorry. Can you go
back to that ticket?

Found this in the pocket of
Marquís Rawlins at his house.

The T has been
under construction,

the Red Line's up next,

but these tickets are
date stamped.

If Marquís was speeding
through Hyde Park,

h-how did he get
a Red Line closure notice

- in his pocket the same day?
- I don't know about Boston,

but I don't know anyone

who drives all the way home
in their car,

then turns around
to take the subway back.

So it wasn't him.

And if Marquís wasn't riding
the T, then who was?

Whose shoes were in the bag?

That's
the million-dollar question.

Look at this post.

"So proud of Caleb.

He's MIT-bound."

Who's Caleb? Maybe he's...

Tanya's son from a previous
relationship, before Marquís?

Yeah, but he's got a similar
look and build to Marquís.

So what's Caleb's last name?

Bruce.

The post was from a few years
ago, so maybe he's 20, 21 now.

Okay, yeah,
I don't have anything on him,

but I got a Caleb Bruce
in his forties.

- Record a mile long.
- Must be Caleb Sr.

The ex Marquís' girlfriend,
Tanya,

- was obsessed with.
- Exactly.

- Could he be the killer?
- No. He's in Lancaster.

He's in
a maximum security prison.

Okay. Well, if we could rule out
Caleb Sr. and Marquís,

then, Superintendent Silver,
I think we need

your authorization
to run the software again,

on Caleb Bruce, Jr.

You got it.

Good news.

We know, to a 99% certainty,

that it was not you
who killed Andrea Decker.

Or set the fire.

But we also know that it was

your ex-girlfriend's son,

Caleb Bruce, who did.

We're guessing that you and him
built a very strong bond

while you were dating his mom,
correct?

And just because things
went bad with Tanya

doesn't mean that you ever lose

that father and son connection
with him.

Come on, I got a girlfriend,
she's got a daughter.

I'd do anything for her.

Regardless of
what happened with us.

I can see you want to help him.

But you gotta help us.

You do that,

and I promise you
we will bring him in safely.

Marquís, we will.

Caleb, he's studying chemistry
at MIT.

He's got a future,

but his dad has a hold on him,

even locked up.

He filled Caleb's head
with lies that

the software I worked on
was the reason he got arrested.

And you were fired
last week. Why?

I-I pushed Andrea to rethink the
platform the tech was built on.

You know, close the gap
on minority misidentification.

And instead she fired you.

- Yeah.
- So that's

two father figures
in Caleb's life

wronged by Andrea Decker.

- That's our motive.
- He's got a background

in chemistry, which means
he knows the right ratios

to mix accelerants,
he had access to a keycard

and to the murder weapon,

a gun registered to you.

What do you think, Reagan?

I think we have
all of our "I" s dotted

and all of our "T" s crossed.

Where is Caleb?

Marquís said
the Park Street station

is where Caleb switches trains.
He should be here.

Jonah, you got eyes on?

No. Not yet.

Okay.
Keep your eyes peeled, kid.

I got him.

He's headed your way.

Right there. That's him.

Police! Hold it!

Hold it!

Stay down.

- Stay down!
- Down! - Stay down!

Get on the ground.

- You got him?
- Yeah. I got him.

What do we have here?

Glock .22.

Yeah, and I bet it's
registered to Marquís Rawlins.

Marquís was just trying
to help, man.

You want to do the honors,
Reagan?

Nah.

It's the rookie's collar.

You did good.

Officer Silver.

All right. Come on. Get up.

- Up, up, up.
- Caleb Bruce,

you're under arrest for
the murder of Andrea Decker.

Let us always remember

that we are one family in faith

and we have faith in our family.

For he said, "I have come

that you might live
more abundantly."

I'm usually in church
on Sundays, anyway...

so I figured I'd take

the reverend up on his invite.

I'm glad you did.

- This is very beautiful, by the way.
- Thank you.

Very different than
a Catholic Mass, though.

Yeah. Louder.

- A lot louder. Lot more fun, too.
- Yeah.

- But don't tell anyone I said that.
- I won't.

Roxbury Baptist is

one of the oldest Black churches
in America.

And how does this work
in your family, by the way?

You're Jewish,
yet you go to church on Sunday.

We come to see Grandpa's sermons

so we can stay connected
as a family.

I get it.

I love this song.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Hey.
- Hi... Hi.

Mom. Mom, Mom.

I'm not a kid anymore.

I am a Boston police officer.

And you know you don't have
to prove yourself

to anybody, right?

Have you met my sisters?

- Yeah.
- Sorry to interrupt.

I just wanted to say goodbye.

And he's right, by the way.

They are a tough act to follow.

But you should
take advantage of it.

You could learn a lot
from them, too.

Like Sean learned from you?

I wouldn't go that far.

No. No, no. That night
of the fire, Sean told me

that being a police officer
is like playing ball with Jordan

- or...
- Or playing drums for Springsteen.

- Yeah.
- Wow. Yeah.

That's a...
an old Reagan family saying.

Reminds us to have faith
in each other.

Your faith served you well.

Andrea Decker's killer
is behind bars.

That's right. And the press...

they are all over

the facial recognition
software's vulnerabilities.

Marquís Rawlins was given
leniency for cooperating.

He's also gonna be consulting
to fix the bugs.

Hey. Great sermon, sir.

- Thank you.
- Faith and family.

I couldn't agree more.

Well, as promised,
I kept it short enough

that we can still make kickoff.

Care to join us, Danny?

I have to get
back to the hospital.

But I'd love
to take a rain check..

So does that mean
you'll be around?

I'll be in Boston as long as
Sean needs me to be.

Well, BPD could use the help

if you ever want
to ride along with Lena.

Really?

What, you think you can keep up,
Brooklyn?

Not sure I can keep up
with you, Beantown,

but I would definitely
give it a try.

I'll see you around.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Let's go.

You ready for Sunday dinner?

Guessing no pot roast.

Roast beef sandwiches,
best I could do.

All right.

All right, you could say grace.

Bless us, O Lord...

and these Thy gifts

we are about to receive

from Thy bounty...

through Christ our Lord.
Amen.

- We need a doctor.
- Hey.

Sean.

We need a doctor!

Hey, hey.

It's okay, I'm right here.

That's my kid.

I'm right here.

You hear me?

I'm not going anywhere.

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