All language subtitles for Boston Blue s01e13 Beautiful Broken Things.eng

("Asc. Scorpio"
by Oracle Sisters playing)

? Hum along,
cat got its cream... ?

And lift up into cobra.

(breathes deeply)

And up and back. Very nice.

And relax the shoulders.

Very good.

-SEAN: Boston Police!
-Hey, what are you doing?!

-(screams)
-BPD!

-Stop! Stop right there!
-Hey!

Hey! Stop!

-(indistinct shouting)
-(woman screams)

-You got him?
-I got him.

-Okay, everybody, remain calm.
-(handcuffs clicking)

Got this under control.

Sorry about
the interruption, folks.

You can get back to your poses.

(panting)

Steve, buddy,
what took you so long?

-The hell you think
you're doing? -SEAN: Making an arrest.

-That's our purse snatcher.
-JONAH: Yeah, well, you technically called it in,

but we responded in time.

Thank God we got here, 'cause
this guy would've got away.

You cocky rooks think
you're all that.

-Hand him over.
-SEAN: Maybe at the station,

after we process him.

You can come watch if you want,
if you can keep up.

-JONAH: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Easy.
-Steve, chill.

All right.

It's not the time or place.

Actually, you're in
the right place.

Maybe work on
your breathing, Steve.

SEAN:
In for four, out for eight, bud.

(sighs)

(door opens)

You almost ready to go?
I don't want to be late.

HENRY:
Danny, I've never been late in my life.

You know, you say that,
but I don't believe it.

Believe it, boyo.

I got my own things to do today.

Friends to see, legends of
the Boston Police Department.

Let me guess.

The unnamed Boston Strangler
task force, was it?

I will have you know
that top cops from all over

helped to hunt down
that bastard.

But none more top
than you, right?

Damn straight.

I made some lifelong friends.

Been way too long
since I've seen them.

Yeah.

A shield's a shield, Danny.

Yeah.

Except, in Boston,
they call it a badge.

Eh, no need to get hung up
on the differences.

-It ain't clam chowder.
-Good thing.

Boston's chowder's better.

(laughs)

(knock on door)

Come in.

Superintendent, thank you
for agreeing to speak with...

-I want to file a complaint.
-Okay.

Well, off the top of my head,
I can think of

at least four ranking officers

whose heads you went over
to come knocking on my door.

It involves
Officers Reagan and Silver.

And?

Your brother plays
fast and loose with the rules.

'Cause not for nothing,
I think the C.O.s

look the other way
out of respect to you,

so you don't ever hear about it.

I see.

You both feel this way?

No, ma'am.

But my partner's not wrong
about today's callout.

Reagan and Silver
broke protocol.

I'll look into it.

Officer.

You don't leave until

a commanding officer
dismisses you.

Out of respect.

Dismissed.

? ?

-? Shine your light ?
-(lively chatter)

? When the road gets dark... ?

(song and chatter continue)

There you go, my friend.
All the best.

(grunts, laughs)

? Shine your light. ?

-You're welcome.
-Stay blessed.

Have a beautiful day. Bye.

-So sweet.
-(chuckles) -MAN: Madam District Attorney.

-I'm with the Boston Courier.
-Yes, hello.

-(camera clicking)
-What does Roxbury Baptist Church's

gang member rehabilitation
program mean for you?

That stained-glass window
right there was broken

many years ago by some kids
who were playing ball.

And my dad, Reverend Peters,
he had it fixed

using this Japanese art
called kintsugi.

To the congregants,
it was a lesson.

It was to teach us
that broken isn't bad.

Just like that
beautiful stained-glass window

with the imperfect gold,
it's a reminder

that beauty can be found
in brokenness

and no one is beyond redemption.

We've got to keep
the line moving,

-but thank you both.
-Thank you.

Oh, my gosh, I was rambling.

No, you're doing great, okay?

And this is good PR,
for Grandpa's event and for you.

Yeah, well, it's a good thing
I didn't tell them

that you're the one
who broke the window.

-Hello.
-Hello.

(lively chatter continues)

EDWIN:
I'm gonna be praying for you on Tuesday.

You call me
after the interview, okay?

All right.

Pastor Curry.

(both laugh)

Lord knows, you have been

-a blessing to this church.
-Amen.

Your gang member
rehabilitation program

has done wonders
for our community.

It's been an honor to serve.

But, uh, my daughter Cynthia
here, she's the real MVP.

That she is. Oh.

The hardest-working
community organizer in the game.

And looking great
while doing it,

-if I do say so myself. (laughs)
-Indeed.

-(vehicle engine rumbling)
-(rap music playing)

-(gunfire)
-(panicked screaming)

-LENA: Mom, get down!
-(vehicle departing)

You got her?

(panicked chatter)

Step aside. Hey.

-Is he shot?
-Yeah.

I saw a black car speed by.
Lena...

(Edwin groaning)

Oh, God.

Oh, God. Call 911.
We need an ambulance.

Call 911 right now.

We need help over here!

(groaning)

(crying):
Don't leave me, Grandpa.

Help!

Grandpa, you stay with me.

-(groans)
-Help!

It's gonna be okay.

It's gonna be okay.
It's gonna be okay.

? ?

? ?

DANNY: I came as soon as
I heard the news.

-LENA: Hey.
-I'm so sorry.

-Thank you.
-Is he okay?

Yeah, the bullet went
straight through.

And Pastor Curry's
just next door.

-What exactly happened?
-LENA: Well, I was on scene,

but I was too busy
trying to stop the bleeding

to spot the shooter.

HENRY:
You did the right thing.

Don't forget, your first
responsibility is to render aid.

Former New York City Police
Commissioner Henry Reagan,

my grandfather.

District Attorney Mae Silver

and my partner,
Detective Lena Silver.

My sincerest apologies

we have to meet
under these circumstances.

Thank you.

The Reagan family has been
a blessing to our family.

And Danny and Lena are two of
the best detectives in Boston,

which is why I'm counting on you
to find who did this.

(sighs)

You sure we're not
too close to this?

Nah. I'm fine.

So, what do we got?

Now you know
where I got it from.

Uh, Lena and I are
gonna handle this, Gramps.

So, what do we got?

I interviewed some witnesses,
uh, got a description

and a partial plate on the car.

The BOLO's already out.

The event had
a lot of ex-gang members.

I'm thinking it might have been

a drive-by shooting
from a rival set.

Sounds like
we're looking for a car.

Mom, I-I feel bad leaving.

MAE:
No, it's okay. Really.

Your Aunt Jill,
she's gonna be here soon.

-You sure? Okay.
-Yeah. Don't worry.

HENRY:
Let me be helpful.

Obviously, I can't
chase the suspect,

but I can keep a lady company.

I-I'll catch my own ride later.

That's very nice of you.
Thank you.

Are you on a coffee break?

-No, sir.
-(Lena chuckles)

-All right.
-Text me if you need anything.

-Yeah, you got it.
-All right.

-We're on the case.
-(Henry grunts)

-Nice to meet you.
-Heh.

Thanks for letting me know.

That was Lena.
Grandpa's gonna be okay.

(exhales heavily)
He's a tank, man.

It's gonna take more than
a bullet to take him out.

-Yeah.
-(wolf whistle)

Hot stuff, coming through.

-You know it.
-(laughs)

WOMAN:
Oh, my God, it's the Hotcop.

-What was that?
-No idea.

-But yes, Grandpa is jacked.
-(playful chatter, whistling)

And the guy who shot him's
got to watch out,

'cause the rev is gonna
slap the sin out of him.

SEAN (on video):
Sorry about the interruption.

-You seeing this?
-MAN: Hey, Reagan.

You can get back to your poses.

You boys have gone viral.

WOMAN:
Nothing like a man in uniform.

That's why the whistling.
They're making fun of us.

What?

Oh, my God.

"Hashtag Hotcop"?

It's got thousands of views
and climbing.

This is amazing.

WOMAN:
Ah, it's getting hot in here.

Someone better open up a window.

(playful chatter and laughter)

JONAH (chuckles):
You can't hate this.

-(vehicle doors close)
-BOLO came through.

That is the car.

What kind of clown shoots up
a church and then leaves

the getaway car parked
in front of their house?

I'll tell you, Brooklyn.

Somebody who's either
confident or stupid.

-That's usually a short walk.
-Mm-hmm.

-Hey, this your car?
-Detectives Silver and Reagan.

Uh, it's-it's my dad's,
but I-I drive it sometimes.

Did you happen to drive it by
Roxbury Baptist earlier today?

Yeah.

-Why?
-LENA: Because there was a shooting.

Witnesses identified this car
fleeing the scene.

What?

No, I-I didn't shoot anyone.

I-I was just joyriding.
I swear to God, miss.

I-I don't even own a gun.
You know, I would never.

-I would never do anything...
-Detective.

LENA:
There's a bullet lodged in the panel.

Yeah, there's two more dings
over there on the roof.

-You said three shots total?
-Yeah.

You hear gunshots when
you drove by the church earlier?

No, no, I-I had... had music on.

It was loud.

Well, those shots couldn't have
come from this car.

Those were fired from
an elevated position.

Okay. I'll have uniforms

canvass the buildings across
the street from the church.

Stay back from the car
and don't touch it.

-You're off the hook.
-Off the hook?

My dad's gonna kill me.

This is Detective Reagan.

I need CSRU at my location.

(pained breathing)

Rose?

-Is that you?
-JILL: No.

But you did always say
I looked the most like Mom.

-Jill.
-(chuckles)

You came.

She's lying.

You always used to tell me
I look most like Mom. (chuckles)

You both look like your mother.

I'd wrap you both in a big hug,
but it seems I'm down an arm.

That's all right, Daddy.
You need to rest.

Is Lena okay?

She seemed scared to death
out there.

She's got her game face on now.

I didn't frighten you
too much, did I?

Nope. Not too much.

Danny's grandfather is here.

Henry. He's really sweet.

He stayed with me
until Jill arrived.

You all with your brave faces.
I was scared to death.

Was anyone else hurt?

Pastor Curry, he was shot
in the arm, but he's fine.

Thank God.

Thank the doctors.

Speaking of,
they wanted us to let them know

as soon as you were up.
They need to check you out.

I'm okay.

He's okay.

You're going to let the doctors
do whatever tests

they want to do,
or I am going to file

a court order,
and you will be remanded.

I'd do what she said
if I were you.

(sighs) All right, all right.

Well, at least
give me some privacy

while they poke and prod me,
will you?

Okay, you big baby.

Aw.

Jill and I, we'll, uh,
get her stuff back to the house

and we'll come back

a little later with
a change of clothes for you.

I love you girls.

BOTH:
Love you, Daddy.

(laughs)

-Thank you.
-(indistinct police radio chatter)

Thank you for checking
the building.

Must've been holed up here a
couple days, casing this place.

And the chair here tipped over.
Must've left in a hurry.

Clear line of sight
to the church.

Well, that would rule out

Eugene, the joyrider,
as a suspect.

-He was just passing by.
-Exactly.

Why not wait until
Sunday service?

Why shoot this morning?

Three shots, no kills.

I'm guessing it wasn't
a professional shooter.

Which means he also probably
didn't sweep his brass.

Yeah, this wasn't
a random drive-by.

-The shooter had a target.
-Question is:

Who was the target?

Can't say for sure
it wasn't my grandpa.

Shell casing.

Hey, get CSRUs up here
forthwith.

We're gonna find this guy.

Before he can do this
to someone else.

Yeah.

Thank you.

Did you call us in here
about the video?

-'Cause we didn't post it.
-What video?

The Hotcop video. It's...

Did you just say "Hotcop"?

Yeah, you're gonna want
to check this out.

No, I didn't call you in here
about a video.

I received a complaint
about your arrest this morning.

The purse snatcher?
That was clean.

But not conducted in an area
you were assigned to patrol.

-(sighs)
-We were off sector.

That is so ticky-tack.

Let me guess.
Steve filed the complaint.

Doesn't matter.
It's your second offense,

so you both get
a written reprimand.

-Come on. You can't be serious.
-And you're gonna be

riding a desk
the rest of the week,

-starting now.
-Sarah...

(clears throat)

We're sorry, Superintendent.
Won't happen again.

Aunt Jill didn't make the cut?

MAE:
(chuckles) You got prime real estate upstairs.

-Oh, really?
-Mm-hmm.

Which bathroom?

(both laughing)

I miss you.

I miss you, too.

Why don't you visit more often?

Baltimore isn't
a continent away.

My clients get
separation anxiety.

So...

Uh-huh.

(sighs)

I swear, your ability to read me

is the reason
you became a lawyer.

Mm-hmm.

Daddy's getting old,
and I don't like seeing it.

Yeah.

Well, today might not be the
ideal day to defend his health,

but he's-he's doing fine.

I know, but he's lost a step.

I mean, he-he doesn't even have
his affairs in order.

His estate and all that.

-How do you know that?
-Because he asked me to help.

But every time I start, I...

I get overwhelmed
at the thought...

The thought of losing
another parent.

Yeah, I know. It's triggering.

I'm the therapist, Mae, not you.

I'm the lawyer, Jill, not you.

I do paperwork for a living.

His papers are at his house?

Let's go get them.
We'll go through them together.

-Well, we've been drinking.
-I have a driver.

-Oh.
-(sets down glass)

-So bougie.
-Uh-huh.

And on the way, you can tell me
more about this Elijah.

-You're always in my business.
-That's right. All up in it.

-(Mae laughing)
-Always.

Thank you.

-Death threats?
-Hmm.

You seriously want to know
if I've had death threats?

Well, you're one of
the most progressive ministers

I know, Grandpa.

That makes you a hero
in some circles, but...

It makes you a target in others.

Ah.

The church's roots run deep
in this community.

I'm not naive
to the way the world is,

(through air vent): but my faith
in my fellow man makes it hard for me

to think of anything
that could be of any help.

DANNY:
What about the event at the church?

-The gang members?
-LENA: Yeah, maybe somebody

had it out for someone else
at the church?

EDWIN:
No, not that I know of.

CYNTHIA (in room):
Coffee cart's closed already.

Are you all right, Dad? You...
Should I call the doctor?

No, no, I, uh...

I just haven't had
anything to eat all day.

Um, could you check the machine,
see if they got something sweet?

Yeah.

You'd be hard-pressed
to find anyone

with negative things to say
about Pastor Charles Curry.

But still,
we should talk to him.

I can do that
while you spend some time

-with your grandfather.
-Thank you.

-Glad you're okay.
-Thanks.

(sighs)

Pastor Curry?

? ?

Uh, Cynthia, right?

Detective Reagan.

Is this your dad's stuff?

Yeah. Yeah, he was just here.

He sent me to get some snacks.

Looks like he kind of left
in a hurry.

-Do you mind calling him?
-Yeah.

-Hey.
-Hey.

How you doing?

Looks like
Pastor Curry took off.

Why?

I'm wondering
the same thing myself.

Straight to voicemail.

Do you know
where he might have gone?

Or if he felt like
he was in danger?

No.

Why? Do you think
someone was shooting at him?

You think someone's
after my father?

We don't know.

But if somebody is,
we better find him first.

-Got this under control.
-You can get back to your poses.

JONAH:
Sorry about the interruption.

Mm. You can only like it once.

Stop trying
to goose our numbers.

I don't like it.
It's embarrassing.

Who cares? What's not to like?

End of sixth grade,

this girl signs my yearbook,
saying how cute I am.

-I do not like
where this is going. -First day of seventh grade,

I walk right up to her,
and she laughs in my face.

-Mm.
-She wrote it as a joke.

Mm!

Okay, one: Damn.

But two:
This is not a joke, brother.

They love us.

Yeah, well,
it doesn't feel that way.

And by the way, not for nothing,

the video says "Hotcop,"
singular.

-Not "Hotcops."
-Oh.

Huh. Does it say
which one of us?

I thought you said, "Who cares?"

Whatever.

(sighs) I-I hate desk duty.

I-I can't believe
she did this to me.

Hey, Sarah lit into both of us.

Yeah, I know, but she's been
like this since we were kids.

You know? Always got to
one-up me, show me who's boss.

She could've let us slide.

Hey, Steve.

Which of us do you think
is Hotcop?

-We know it ain't you, buddy.
-Bite me, Silver.

Ow.

-(sighs): Oof.
-(gentle R&B music playing)

-(sighs)
-Oh... my goodness.

-Remember homecoming?
-Oh, uh-uh.

MAE (laughs):
I was so excited.

Dad wouldn't let me go
unless you were going, too.

-You hounded me for weeks.
-I did.

What was that boy's name?
Tim something, Thomas...

-Tommy.
-Tommy.

-Tommy Jacobs.
-Ooh.

-He was so nervous, so cute.
-(laughs)

If Dad knew what we got up to
that night,

he would not have kept
that picture.

No, he wouldn't.

(laughs)

Speaking of love lives...

Next question, Counselor.

Oh, come on.
It can't be that bad.

It can.

And will require more wine.

-Be right back.
-(chuckles): Okay.

? ?

(footsteps approaching)

JILL:
Here we go. One for you.

And a lot more for me.

This is Mom's death certificate.

She died in a car accident, but
the cause of death says suicide.

This is a drug overdose.

-Mae...
-I've seen enough O.D. death certificates

to know what
I'm talking about, Jill.

Did Dad lie to us?

Did you know about this?

Jill, look at me.

Look at me, Jill.

Did you know
that our mother killed herself?

-Daddy didn't know
how to tell you. -Oh, my God.

(crying): How could you not
have told me that she killed herself?

-Why didn't you tell me?
-Mae...

Don't you touch me!

Mae.

(sighs)

(singsongy):
Guess what I have.

Ooh. Mike's Pastry.

Tell me there's a Florentine
in there.

Best cannoli in Boston.

Ah. That's my girl.

Do you know how lucky you are?

The Lord isn't done with me yet.

What's going on with Charles?
You, uh, find him yet?

No. Pastor Curry wasn't at home,
but his house was broken into.

-My God.
-Yeah, we ran prints,

but whoever broke in
must have been wearing gloves.

How well do you know
Pastor Curry?

Oh, we've been close
for almost 20 years,

ever since he joined the church.

He doesn't like to talk about
his youth very much,

but I don't pry.

Grandpa...

...Pastor Curry doesn't exist.

What do you mean?

The majority of prints
we ran from his apartment

belong to someone in the
New Hampshire criminal database.

Before he was
Pastor Charles Curry,

he was Larry Johnson.

A fugitive with convictions
that stop 20 years ago.

Oh, my God.

I'm sorry.

Hey, man, you know
which one is the decaf?

Yeah. Orange one.

It's my favorite color,
actually,

when it's combined with blue-
orange and blue.

Great combination.

Unlike green,
which is a horrible color.

You're not a Knicks fan,
are you?

Actually, I am.

Oh. I'm sorry for your loss.

-What's up, Lena?
-(chuckles) What up, Jaylen?

-See you on Tuesday?
-Yeah. Wouldn't miss it.

-All right.
-(laughs)

What's next Tuesday?

And how do you know
Jaylen Brown?

(siren wailing in distance)

So, who is this?

That is Franklin Beaumont.

Prints from the shell casings
came back to him.

File's on the desk.

He did time in New Hampshire,
same as Pastor Curry.

-You mean Larry Johnson.
-Yeah, Larry Johnson.

Franklin was just released
from 20 years hard time?

He used to hold up stores
in rural areas,

where the response was slow,
then with the extra time,

he would make the vics play
Russian roulette with his gun.

Fun stuff.

But our pastor's criminal record

consists of car thefts
and reckless driving.

Doesn't seem like
it would overlap

with Franklin's
criminal activity.

HENRY:
Robbers need getaway drivers, don't they?

Who let you in here?

I just figured
I'd pay you a visit.

Help you solve your case.

Ooh, do tell.

You said it yourselves.

Curry did time
for boosting cars.

I think he was a wheelman.

DANNY:
Hmm.

Well, Franklin did rob places
where he would need a getaway.

That's right.
That's pretty good, Mr. Reagan.

-Thank you.
-I meant that Mr. Reagan.

-DANNY: Oh.
-And Pastor Curry's paper trail is

nonexistent until right around
the time Franklin got locked up

-and Larry disappeared.
-Right.

So, if Franklin blames Curry
for what happened...

He would want revenge.

But where's Curry hiding?

His place isn't safe.

Has he got family in town?

I'll get a location on Cynthia.

Thank you for stopping by.

We owe you one, Gramps.

I'll see you
back at the apartment?

Sure thing.

But first, I got to find me
a liquor store.

(playing gentle music)

MAE:
? Can't make any sense of it all ?

? Why love comes and goes ?

? I wish you could
take my hand. ?

JILL:
Daddy was so happy when you told him

you wanted to keep
Mom's old piano.

I had a right to know.

It wasn't my secret to share.

Is that what Dad told you?

It's what I've had
to tell myself, Mae.

That, and maybe that,
by keeping it from you,

that our mother chose
not to be with us...

...that maybe I'd be sparing you
from the pain that I felt.

Because
I'm your big sister, and...

that's my job.

I got to talk to Dad.

With everything going on?

He always knows when I'm upset.

I'm sorry, Mae.

-(knocking)
-BPD!

-Hey, we need to talk.
-You mind if we come in?

Is that necessary?

Have you spoken to your dad?

Look, baby, you don't
have to cover for me anymore.

Look, I'm sorry,
but we got to go.

You're not going anywhere
until we ask you

some questions about
Larry Johnson.

-Dad, what is going on? Tell me.
-I can't...

Okay, he said
that we're in danger

and that we need to leave
right now.

You need to let us help you.

Look, just leave us alone!

DANNY:
You're not going anywhere.

Gun!

(gunfire)

(pained shout)

-DANNY: I hit him!
-LENA: Call 911! You both, stay here!

-(ignition sputtering)
-DANNY: Police! Hold on!

Look, I'm sorry, baby.
It's me he wants.

-I got to go.
No, no, I got to go. -No, don't. Dad, no!

(engine starts, revs)

Stop!

(tires squealing)

(panting)

Damn it.

We got shots fired,
partial plate: 6323...

LENA:
Cynthia!

-Where is your dad?
-I don't know.

What do you mean you don't know?

He said he had to make a stop
somewhere safe. I don't know.

Where?

Something about
a bus station in-in Derry.

That's it?

-Great.
-(Lena sighs)

Franklin Beaumont is not
gonna stop until

he's killed Pastor Curry.

Not if we stop him first.

Let's pray.

That was the second...

...hardest day of my life.

The only thing worse was
having to tell you she was gone.

You didn't tell me everything.

Would it have made a difference?

You girls were so young
to have lost your mother.

It was a hard enough road
ahead for you

without carrying all of that.

It's a hard road now.

My generation, they, uh...
we didn't talk about things.

We tell ourselves
it's because we're strong,

but the truth is,
we didn't have the words.

There was so much
about your mother

and her struggles
that I didn't understand.

That she didn't understand.

I couldn't help her.

I couldn't protect her.

But I could try to protect you.

Well, you didn't, Dad. You lied.

And you didn't trust me enough
to tell me

the truth about my own mother,
even after I grew up.

It feels like
I lost her all over again.

All those years
I was raising Lena by myself,

I thought I was
being strong like you.

If God's plan was for my dad
to raise two girls on his own,

then...

I ought to be able to raise one.

God gives us the strength

to make the choices
that we believe are right.

It's enough with the platitudes.

I want to know:

If you could do it over again,
would you tell me the truth?

Would you tell Lena hers?

? ?

I'd like you to leave, please.

(sighs)

Why did you tell Jill
but not me?

I didn't have a choice.

Jill was the one who found her.

(Mae crying softly)

So, according to
Franklin's rap sheet,

there were actually
two accomplices.

Emma Bowers used to go into
the stores with Franklin.

And we believe Larry was the
wheelman for Franklin and Emma.

The money from Franklin's
robberies was never recovered.

That's about 200 grand

floating around out there
missing somewhere.

That's right. And Franklin was
arrested alone in a motel room

off Route 1,
thanks to an anonymous tip.

Emma died a year later due
to complications in childbirth.

We believe that is Cynthia.

Sounds like
Emma and Franklin were together,

but she got pregnant
with Larry's kid?

Right. Which is why Larry and
Emma probably sold out Franklin.

So, Emma dies, and then Larry
emerges with a new identity:

Pastor Charles Curry.

And now Franklin is
out of prison, and he's pissed.

Larry stole his girl,
his money, his freedom.

-I mean, that's motive.
-LENA: Cynthia said

that they were gonna make a stop
before disappearing.

We believe that
it's to collect that cash.

-DANNY: Yep.
-Well, these are all

the reported locations Franklin
and his crew hit back then.

Is there any connection
we missed?

DANNY: Other than they're all
clustered around Derry, New Hampshire?

Didn't Cynthia say
that they were gonna make a stop

at a bus station in Derry?

She did.

CURRY:
I'm sorry.

For all the pain I caused.

You welcomed me
into your church.

Let me build a new life
with Cynthia.

Then repay the favor.

By waiting here with me.
Let me... let me call Lena.

Just talk to her.

Look, it's best for everybody
if I just go.

Tucking tail and running?
That's best?

Leaving your daughter?

I don't have a choice.

God gives us the strength

to make the choices
that we believe are right.

This is what's right.

The road to redemption
requires us

to face the things
we have been running from.

Now, you got to ask yourself:

Am I Larry Johnson,
or am I Pastor Charles Curry?

Make sure Cynthia gets that.

It explains everything.

Thank you.

Charles.

HENRY:
It's a fine single malt.

Share it with the lads.

(chuckles)

Gramps. What are you doing here?

-I'm here to kiss your ugly mug.
-(chuckles)

Mwah! My God.

Another Reagan in uniform.

If your grandfather
could see you now.

-(chuckles)
-Uh, this is my partner, Jonah Silver.

-The legend, Henry Reagan.
-(chuckles)

It's a pleasure
meeting you, sir.

So you're the guy
who gets to walk

the streets of Boston
with my Sean?

Well, I guess he's our Sean now.

-(Henry laughs)
-RACHEL: Vote's going live, gentlemen.

We're gonna settle this debate
once and for all.

Not this again.

Whole station gets to vote.
I just sent you the link.

-What's she talking about?
-It's...

Well, Sean and I stopped
a purse snatcher,

and it was caught on video,

so one of us has been
dubbed "Hotcop."

It's dumb.
It's just immature, you know.

Oh, come on.

Only your generation
would be upset by a compliment.

(chuckles):
What's the big deal?

Well, there is a bit of a vibe

that we're not
being taken seriously.

Actually, been a lot of that
going on recently.

It's like I always say:
never accept criticism

from someone
you would never ask for advice.

-Thanks, Grandpa.
-(chuckles)

So can I see the video, or what?

-Oh, yeah.
-Oh, no. No, it's-it's...

-No, let him see the video.
-Don't, don't, don't. No, no, no. Don't, don't.

-No, no, no.
-Sean, he's gonna... he's gonna love it, man.

(indistinct announcement
over P.A.)

DANNY:
Put the bag down, Pastor.

It's time to stop running.

CYNTHIA:
How could he just leave me?

He wanted to explain everything
in his own words.

I don't want a letter.
I want my father.

What for?

Oh, my God.

Man's a coward.

Hold on, now.

This is the house of God.

You don't want to do something
you gonna regret.

Save your breath, old man.

I'm beyond saving.

No one is beyond redemption.

Call your father
and tell him to come here,

or I'll shoot you both
where you stand.

(cell phone ringing)

His burner phone's ringing.

-It's Cynthia.
-How do you know?

She's the only one
I gave this number.

I put it in her note.

-Please?
-Okay.

(phone beeps)

-Honey, you good?
-CYNTHIA: Dad...

FRANKLIN:
LJ. My man! How you been?

-Where's Cynthia?
-Keeping me company.

Thinking about
playing my favorite game.

If you hurt her, I promise
to God I am gonna kill you.

Stop it.

You ain't never been
about that life.

Meet me at the church,

and bring whatever's left
of my money with you.

DANNY:
He's at Roxbury Baptist. Let's go.

Okay, but if we call for backup,

-then it's gonna
set Franklin off. -You're right.

(sighs)

-I'll give him the money.
-No.

We can't deliver him
another hostage.

-He's already got Cynthia.
-He's gonna hurt my daughter!

-I got to do something!
-LENA: You know what?

I have snuck into that church
more Sundays than I can count.

I got a plan,
but we're gonna need him.

(sighs)

-I got you.
-Okay.

I trust you know
what you're doing, partner.

I used to play this game
with my girl, Emma.

(gun clicks)

Of course, back then,
it was just for fun.

But this time,
playing for keeps.

This is a sacred place.

There should be no violence
in the house of the Lord.

Save your breath, preacher man.

Isaiah said, "No longer will
violence be heard in your land,

"but you will call
your walls Salvation

and your gates Praise."

Quiet.

These walls are salvation.

You don't have to do this.

Don't have to.

I want to.

Full clip in this one.

Well, one of you pick it up
before I shoot you both.

Charles turned his life around
right here in this church.

-So can you.
-His name is Larry.

He's Charles to me.

A man of God.

A man who found strength
in these walls

to leave evil behind, to leave
you and-and this behind.

Either you pull...

...or I pull.

(sighs softly)

I've lived a righteous life.

I know what awaits me
on the other side.

Hmm.

To the temple, Rev.

Let's see
if God grants you mercy.

May the Lord cover me
in his feathers.

Shelter me in his wings.

His faithful promises are
my armor and protection.

? ?

CURRY:
Franklin!

CYNTHIA:
Dad!

(Cynthia screaming)

-Dad, get out! Get out!
-Hey!

-Here you go! Please let her go!
-DANNY: Don't do it!

-Drop it or she dies.
-Don't do it!

-Hey, hey!
-Stop! Stop! Don't do it!

If I'm going down, I'm taking
your daughter with me.

CURRY:
No. No, don't do this.

(Cynthia crying)

She's not
Pastor Curry's daughter.

She's yours.

She got his eyes.

I'm right, aren't I, Charles?
Tell him.

Don't-don't wait till
it's too late. Tell him!

(crying):
Dad, is that true?

I'm sorry, baby.

Franklin, Emma didn't want you
raising the baby.

She didn't want her
to be like you.

You lying.

Emma wanted you to leave
the life, remember?

But you wouldn't listen.

Listen to me now.

Look at her.

Look at her!

I'm telling you the truth.

LENA:
Drop your weapon!

-DANNY: Keep your hands
where I can see them! -(Cynthia screams)

I got the gun.

Give me your hands.

-You... you okay?
-Yeah. -(handcuffs clicking)

You okay?

-That was a great punch,
Reverend. -LENA: Sure was.

Grandpa got hands.

-DANNY: Yeah, he does.
-(crying): I'm so sorry.

-Praise God.
-(chuckles softly)

Amen.

JONAH:
You need some help?

Does this mean
you're not mad at me anymore?

No. I came to apologize.

-Hmm.
-You know, when I left,

I was really upset,

but then I talked
to Grandpa Reagan,

and he dropped
some knowledge on me.

"Never accept criticism

from someone that you wouldn't
accept advice from."

You wouldn't accept advice
from me?

No, it's-it's the opposite.

I wasn't mad at you.

I was mad at myself
for letting you down.

Sarah, you know I've always
looked up to you. Right?

I thought you outgrew that.

Do you remember when
you would bring your art home

-from art class?
-Sarah...

-You would show me before you showed Mom and Dad.
-(chuckles): Please stop.

-I do remember. Okay.
-Come on. My heart can't go on.

I've been wondering what
it must've felt like for you

finding Mom.

Keeping it a secret
this whole time.

And I've thought a lot about
what it might have meant

if we had told you.

Mom's fate scared me from
ever having a family of my own.

But if by shielding you...

...somehow all this
was possible?

(indistinct chatter)

? ?

I'd do the same thing again.

I love you, Jill.

I just need
a little bit of time, okay?

I love you, too.

-Gramps.
-Oh. Thanks.

You know, it's usually
much calmer around here.

-Is it?
-(chuckles)

Well, I've enjoyed
my stay here immensely,

but there's still one thing
I have left to do.

Does it involve a lieutenant
and a bottle of scotch?

HENRY:
Indeed. See, now that Danny's officially

going to transfer to Boston PD,

there are several things
that have to happen,

including his retirement
from NYPD.

Yes, thank you
for reminding me, Gramps.

(sighs) It's a process.

While I love wearing
the Boston badge,

I'm technically not
a Boston cop yet.

I still have to file
those papers

and do a rookie tour
here in Boston.

-What do you mean?
Like on the street in uniform? -Yes, in uniform.

-What?
-I cannot wait to see it.

I know you can't wait to see it.

-(Lena laughs)
-I'm dreading it.

So, I have a friend in Boston HQ
who tells me that

a certain lieutenant
with 25 years on the job

has the exact same number
as Danny's old shield.

So I figured that if I gave him
a bottle of scotch

with 25 years on it,
we could make a fair trade.

25-year scotch? Not too shabby.

(chuckles)

What exactly
are you saying, Gramps?

Well, you may have to
turn in your shield,

but I wanted you to have
the same number.

Us Reagans, we're superstitious.

-SEAN: That's awesome.
-Aw.

I don't even know what to say.

I'm kind of speechless, Gramps.

-I'm so touched.
-LENA (chuckles): Oh.

DANNY:
Love you. My goodness.

Wait, are you crying?

-(sighs) Close.
-LENA: I could, too.

That is so sweet, Mr. Reagan.

-(phone vibrates)
-JONAH: Oh. Uh-oh.

Hotcop results are in.

We're still saying
"Hotcop," huh?

-We are.
-Okay.

-Let's go tell everybody.
-Let's go.

Hey, everybody, can I get
your attention, please?

Got the Hotcop
poll results here.

According to District E-12,
by a very slim margin...

the Hotcop is...
Officer Sean Reagan.

-Wow.
-Wow.

-You're hot, son! Who knew?
-Okay, okay.

(laughter)

Wait. Why are you so happy?

-You remember Rachel?
-Yeah.

Yeah, her partner's the one
who reported you.

Well, she's the one
who sent me the results,

and she told me
that she voted for me.

So we're going out to dinner,
but it's no big deal.

-Don't make a big deal
out of it. -(squealing, chuckling)

-DANNY: Yeah, it is.
-(laughter)

He's a Hotcop.

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