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* *

(muffled music playing)

Luke Morrison,
Rick Morrison, open up!

BPD!

(distant dogs barking)

Has it been this loud all night?

Okay, you can open the door.

(music blaring)

(dog barking)

Hello?!

Luke? Rick?

BPD! Anyone home?

It's freezing in here.

AC must be on full blast.

(dog barking)

(barking)

* *

JONAH:
Dispatch,

12-Jake-101.

We've got two deceased
at our location.

I need a patrol supervisor
and detectives here immediately.

Oh! Dad.

(laughs)
Are you looking for something?

I hope I'm not intruding,
but, uh,

I'm working
on an interfaith sermon,

and I remember, you had a copy
of those Martin Buber essays.

-Middle shelf, to your right.
-Ah.

Did you make an appointment
with the cardiologist?

Cardiologist?

Blood work?
Elevated heart markers?

You said you'd take care
of it, but you got a reminder

message on your eChart
this morning.

I got a text,
but how does my daughter

come to see that text?

You gave them
my email address, too.

Dad, you need to
take this seriously.

I am taking it seriously.

A serious invasion of privacy.

I know you're upset with me,

but I don't need you
looking at my hospital files.

I'm not upset with you, Dad.

-I'm just concerned.
-Mae,

I'm feeling fine.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have a sermon to write.

Ooh, I thought we'd at least
get warm coming indoors.

It's colder in here
than it is outside.

It's like going from
one freezer to another.

What do you got?

Jonah and I were responding
to a noise complaint.

Door was locked, we entered
and found these two bodies,

Luke and Rick Morrison.

Stripped down, wet towels.

AC full blast.
Drank all the water.

Doing everything they could
to cool themselves off.

-Symptom of hyperthermia.
-Yeah.

The drugs were
cooking them from the inside.

Drugs? You think
this was an overdose?

DANNY:
We saw the same symptoms

in an OD vic a few days ago.

Including the strange posture
in their neck.

Yeah, typically with an OD,
the muscles go slack.

Not like this.

Yeah.

There you go.

Same symbol on his hand
as the previous vic.

There's the connection.

DANNY: Taking an awful lot
of notes there, Officer.

-You okay?
-A cop's only good

as the notes he takes, right?

Mm-hmm.

In other words, you've been
talking to your grandfather.

Yeah, we've been FaceTiming
here and there.

He's giving me, uh, tips on

the investigative
side of things.

Cool.

LENA:
Time to figure out what's next.

DANNY:
Huh.

-Is that symbol important?
-Yeah, uh, three victims,

all college-aged,

with that same UV hand stamp.

Definitely not random.

DANNY:
Yeah, based on the previous OD,

we think it belongs
to some underground party,

which we have not been
able to track down yet.

So we got to figure out where
Luke and Rick were last night

and who they were with.

You have info on
the next of kin?

Yeah, Barb Morrison.
Grandmother.

She was listed as an
additional contact on the lease.

Rick and Luke,

they were both on
the Dean's List this semester.

They come out here every weekend
to check in.

I love cooking for them.

I can only imagine what
you're feeling right now.

I hope it's okay
for me to ask, um...

Looks like the boys
went to a party last night.

Do you have any idea
where that might've been?

No, I don't know. I--

You said this had
something to do with drugs?

-It does look that way.
-But Rick and Luke,

they didn't do drugs.

That's not the kind of boys
that they were.

Mrs. Morrison,

I have two sons
Rick and Luke's age.

I promise you, we will
get to the bottom of this.

The boys' parents died
quite a few years ago

and I live on my late husband's

Army pension, and, um,

I don't know that I'll be able

to afford to bury them.

LENA:
There's an assistance program

you can apply for.

We'll make sure
you get the paperwork.

And we will find
who is responsible for this.

You really think
we're gonna get anything useful

-from the noise complaint queen?
-Come on, man,

who knows more about these
kinds of parties than Kenzie?

Plus, she likes you.

I know she likes me.
That's the problem.

...labels out and laugh

like someone said something
really super funny.

Yes!

Okay, so for this next--

Oh, my God!

Not Jonah?

-Hi, Kenzie.
-You guys, these are
my cop friends.

-Hi!
-We're not--

(Kenzie laughs)
Oh.

Okay, body.

Are you working out more?
Counting your macros?

'Cause this is giving...

Oh, Seany,

tell me you texted
your girl Penny back.

Remember,
at my last noise complaint,

you were saying
you didn't know you were--

Kenzie, we wanted to, uh,

talk to you about something.

Okay. Well, I know it's not
about my upcoming DJ event,

because those permits are
in hand this time, sweetie.

Do you guys want some waters?

-We're doing
a vodka brand integration.
-No.

It's very important
to stay hydrated.

We're okay. We actually
came to talk to you

about a couple of parties.

Some of your competition
you might know of.

Have you seen this logo before?

Why are you
asking me about this?

Overdoses.

A couple of people died
taking drugs

at a party with this stamp.

And if I tell you stuff,

could someone find out?

Or does it stay private?

No, we'd keep it private.

I don't just mean now.

I mean, like,

say I tell you something

and then you get
deposed in court or whatever.

I just,

I need some assurances,
you know?

JONAH:
Well, we couldn't

guarantee that,

but how do you feel
about coming with us

and talking to a couple of
detectives who could?

Are those detectives people
you, like, trust-trust?

LENA:
All right.

McKenzie.

Oh, it's just "Kenzie."
There's no "Mc."

And no last name either.
It's a mononym.

Like Beyoncé or Zendaya.

Kenzie. Okay.

Sorry about that.

-Yeah.
-And we can assure you

that all of this
will stay confidential, okay?

Even if there's, like, a trial?

I'm just, like,
really not trying

to get subpoenaed
by some creepy defense attorney.

DANNY:
As a confidential informant,

you will not
have to appear in court.

Okay. Amazing.

(chuckles)

I'm just, like, trying
to protect my brand, you know?

Okay, so,

that stamp symbol
Seany showed me,

that is Delulu-U.

"Delulu-U"?

Catchy, right? Unfortunately.

They are my main competition
in the 18-to-25 space.

Parties for college kids.

That little goofy smiley face
is part of their brand ID.

Super high cover,
like $40 per person,

which means
they're clearing, like,

10K gate
at some of these events,

with, like,
practically no overhead.

Oh, but you can't just, like,
show up to one of these parties.

You have to be verified
through the app.

Okay. Where is the next party?

I'm not sure.

You have to be 25 and under
to get on the app.

-Right.
-Okay.

(gasps) Oh. Oh, my God.

Would you guys want
to come on my podcast?

-LENA: Good work.
-Yeah?

She was helpful.

Only thing
we need to figure out now

is when the next party will be.

Well, we can tell you Sean
was actually able to create

an account on the Delulu-U app.

Next party's tonight.
Some old building

on, uh, Hallstaff and Dillard.

-Wait, tonight?
-Yeah.

-You thinking what I'm thinking?
-I am.

You guys got civvies at E-12?

-Yeah, of course.
-Why?

You're gonna need 'em.

Yeah, tonight,
you're going undercover.

* *

LENA:
So, we've talked to

the company that's throwing

these "Delulu-U" parties.

They are legitimate.

They have a liquor license,
they have insurance.

And it's a good bet
that the drugs

that killed these three kids
came from these parties,

but until we have proof,
we can't shut 'em down.

Next party is tonight,

down in Southie.
If we want to stop this drug,

we need eyes on the inside.

That's where you two come in.

LENA: So the party will be
happening here, but me and Danny

will be running operations
from a vehicle here.

We will be tapped in
to the party's security feeds.

This is a recon mission.

The goal is to ID

who's dealing.
But remember, these things

can turn fast, so stay sharp.

And talk to people.
Don't just stand there

looking around,
that's how you get made.

LENA:
And if you do get made,

don't run. Just stay
drunk and stupid, okay?

You two sure
you're ready for this?

-Yeah. We got this.
-We're ready.

Okay, we'll meet back here

at 2100 hours to prep.
Dismissed.

Now, I need to talk
to both of you in my office.

-Sure.
-Change of subject.

I've got some good news
I'm sure neither of you

are gonna hate.
The Dispatch wants to profile

you two as BPD's
"new detective power team."

LENA:
Really? That's kind of cool.

W-What do you mean,
it's kind of cool?

You can't trust the media.

I mean, you really
want to do this?

They say one thing,

they print another. It's awful.

Oh, come on. It's a fluff piece.

See? Lighten up.

It's print
plus photos for online,

so I think the real question

is what are we gonna wear?

'Cause I think you have
three suit options, okay?

You have the gray, the charcoal

and the navy one
that you wore to dinner.

-Yes.
-Okay, do I get a say-so
in any of this?

-No.
-No.

Thanks for letting us
decide as a team.

Get on board, Danny.
It's good for the department.

Oh, so, in other words,
it's an order.

Yes.

See? It'll be fun.

(groans) Mae.

I'm eating. What is this?

It's what happens when you don't
take your blood tests seriously.

It's called heart disease.

I told you this morning--

Yeah, you said
that you felt fine,

but your blood tests show

that there could be
something wrong with your heart.

I trust my body and my faith,

and I'm not about to start
second-guessing either now.

This isn't about faith, Dad.

It's about medicine.

I have seen it my whole life.

People coming out of
the hospital

sicker than they were
when they went in.

Doctors finding problems

that ain't bothered nobody
until they went looking.

Really?
Because I seem to remember

a certain reverend who gave
a sermon to a congregation

filled with Black men
in their 70s

about how
they skip their checkups

because they
don't trust doctors,

they don't trust hospitals.

-Mae, that's different.
-And I think you said

avoiding what ails you
doesn't make it go away,

it just makes it harder to heal.

You got to practice
what you preach, Dad.

I'm not your jury,

and this is not
your closing argument.

Just, please take the test, Dad.

It's probably nothing,
but then at least we'll know,

and you can
make an informed choice.

-Mae...
-What?

-I love you.
-Mm-hmm.

But if you keep pushing this,

I'm gonna take my lunch to go.

Let's talk about
something else. Okay?

Okay.

SEAN:
We got this, right?

Yeah, we got this.

Okay, take a deep breath
and relax.

You're a couple of college guys

looking to have
an awesome night.

-That's it.
-LENA: We're just looking for

who's dealing the drug.

And if they're pros,
then they're gonna be

using runners,
so the person that you pay

and the person
who gives you the drugs,

they're just little fish.

But we are
looking for the big fish.

So keep your eye
on the runners, all right?

Follow the money and
see who's holding the product.

-Okay.
-We won't let you down.

We know you won't.

Now get in there.

-You got this.
-Hey.

Leave the notepad.

Right.

DANNY:
All right, good luck.

(door opens)

All right, so what's eating you?

(door closes)

Nothing is eating me.

I'm an excellent
detective, Danny.

It's nothing, it's just,

with the notepad, you know,

getting advice from my dad.

Well, if Sean wants cop advice,

he could do worse
than Frank Reagan.

Of course.
But Frank Reagan is not here.

Ah, you're jealous.

Oh, is that how it is?

-Okay.
-I think so.

Says the cop
who wants their face

plastered all over
the newspapers.

That is about representation.

I want the little
Black and brown girls

to see me wearing
the badge and doing the work,

and making a difference.

Or maybe you just want
the whole world to see

the amazing
Detective Lena Silver,

in all of her glory.

Solving crimes and...

pointing out
her partner's insecurities.

-My goodness.
-(laughs)

Just admit it,
you're a press junkie.

-Whatever.
-JONAH (over radio): Okay,

we're in.

(pulsing dance music playing)

* *

Hey, I'm gonna
find us some drinks.

-You want to get us a spot--
-Yo, bro, bro, bro.

-What?
-Why don't you go get drinks

from your ex-girlfriend?

* *

That's not good.

Yeah, when's the last time
you guys talked to each other,

-two weeks ago?
-Yep.

That is definitely not good.

*

And she's walking over here.

And that must be
the famous Penny.

Huh, I guess it is.

Okay, Sean, it looks like
Penny's a waitress,

but she may know who
the drug dealers are,

so you gotta
control the conversation, okay?

Have her talk to you,
not about you.

Wow, Sean Reagan, out at a party
on a school night.

That can't be right.

-Hey, Jonah.
-Hi, Penny.

I'm gonna,
I'm gonna go get drinks

from the, uh,
the bar over there.

Wait, wait. Wait.

-Hi.
-Hi.

It's good to see you.

It's surprising to see you.

I thought you dropped off
the face of the earth.

No, just, uh...

-(scoffs)
-How're you doing?

I mean, how have you been?

Oh, I'm out here thriving,
living my best life.

Speaking of, I hope you're not

planning on going
to that Kelly Thompson panel

at the Bay State Comic Expo
because after you ghosted me,

like a total dick,

I've decided that

the Expo's
officially my turf now.

Look, that's not what I want
to talk to you about, okay?

-Okay.
-How long have you been working

for this Delulu-U thing?

Why are you asking about my job?

You're asking like
you're working or something.

Wait.

-Are you undercover right now?
-Okay, Penny,

just keep your voice down, okay?
Just keep talking to me.

So, he's blown his cover in,
what, 30 seconds?

I wonder how Frank Reagan
would feel about that.

Your mystery drug
is something new.

Had to run it
through the mass spec.

Turns out it's N-ethyl-3,

6-methylene-
dioxybenzoamphetamine.

Catchy.

"EMDA-XR," then.

It's, uh, very impressive.

Similar to MDMA,
but with an added carbon chain

to extend the core structure.

Right. Uh, well, the point is,

whoever synthesized it
is very clever.

Real technical expertise.

It's also killing Boston kids.

That it is. Turns lethal
when mixed with stimulants,

including caffeine
and ADHD meds.

Triggers serotonin syndrome.

All three victims

shared the
"CYP2D6-4-4 genotype."

Poor metabolizers.

Seven to ten percent
of the population.

So if this spreads...

A lot more people die.

Looks like I'm learning advanced
neurobiochemistry tonight.

Yeah, it's a real page-turner.

I appreciate it, bro.

* *

Apparently,
if I want to buy drugs,

I got to talk to the guy
in the pink tank top.

I see him.
He's at the bar on the right.

What's up, bro?

I heard you got that new stuff.

Forty.

Forty?

* *

I don't have eyes on him.

Okay, we got him.

Just stay put
and keep your cool.

LENA:
Okay, he is

going left to right
on camera four.

Got him here on camera two.

He should be moving
your way now on to camera five.

No, I don't see him.

He must've stepped
into a blind spot.

You have every right
to be pissed at me, okay?

Good, I am pissed at you.

You're also right that I'm
technically at work right now.

And I get it, I'm the worst,
but there's some bad

drugs being sold here,

and if we don't stop it,

it might kill
some people here tonight.

You're right. You are the worst.

But...

I'm not gonna let that
stop me from helping someone.

I don't know anything for sure,

but there's two guys up there.

(speaking indistinctly)

If I was you,
I'd start with them.

Guys, I've got eyes
on Jonah's runner

-exchanging cash for product.
-LENA: Okay.

Keep your eyes on the runner.

We're coming in to pick him up.

-I'll go in the front.
-I'll circle around to the rear.

* *

* *

* *

BOUNCER:
Hey.

DANNY:
Excuse me. Sorry.

Excuse me. Pardon me.

Where's the runner?

About 20 feet ahead of you,

near Jonah by the far wall.

Okay, I'm gonna
approach him discreetly,

-and make the collar.
-(people screaming)

Step back! Step back!

PARTYGOER:
Yo, what's going on?

-(groaning)
-Hey, call 911.

MAN:
Go, go, go, go.

DANNY: Two possible suspects
exiting VIP.

One male, white, black suit.

Second male, white,
black T-shirt.

Excuse me. Get out of the way.

LENA: Drive them
towards the west exit.

Watch out!

You okay?

-Get off me!
-They're heading for the exit!

Get out of the way!

JONAH:
Come on. Stay with me.

You got this.
The ambulance is on the way.

(wheezing)

(gasps)

* *

(clattering nearby)

(clattering)

(scoffs) Where is he?

I don't know.
I thought he came this way.

No, he didn't.

We lost him.

(siren wailing)

Are you as shaken up
as me right now?

It was a rough night.

-Morning.
-Hey.

Morning.

Is the runner talking?

Nah, he's not too bright,

but he
is definitely not talking.

Somebody scared
the crap out of him.

How you two holding up?

We're good.

I'm all right.

Just, you know, wondering

if there was more
we could've done.

That kid is dead because
somebody wanted him dead.

There was nothing
you could do to change it.

You got it?

Yeah.

It's good
you want to save lives,

but you cannot save everyone.

How's Penny?

She called 911 right away,

but as soon as things
got intense, she... took off.

We gotta get back to E-12.

-All right.
-Yeah.

Hey, you guys did good.
Keep your heads up.

-Thanks, Dad.
-All right.

Yeah, talk soon.

-I found something.
-You did?

-Mm-hmm.
-I did, too.

Our stab victim
was Noah Brennan.

He was an MIT student
who dropped out

when his scholarship ended,
and guess what he was studying?

Chemical engineering?

Neurobiochemistry.

His sister said he was working
some kind of job in Natick.

-What was he
working on in Natick?
-Right.

Just got word from CSRU.

On your stabbing victim's
clothes, they found traces

of modified
glycidic intermediate.

It is a precursor chemical

for multistage synthesis,
through methylation.

-What?
-You need it to make the drug.

I didn't get
a lot of sleep last night.

-Okay.
-Mm-hmm.

Uh, so then, that suggests
that Noah was involved

in manufacturing the EMDA-XR.

Which is what he may have
been working on "in Natick."

We should dig into that before
the party tomorrow night.

Best guess,

he found out
the drug was killing people

and wanted out.

And became a liability.

Then they saw us at the club,

panicked and took him out.

Take a look at this.

SARAH:
That's our killer.

LENA: We just gotta
figure out who he is.

Unfortunately,
I may know someone

who already does know who he is.

Why unfortunately?

That's what
I was gonna show you.

Take a look.

SARAH:
Clearly,

Penny knows this guy.

How well does she know him?

Thank you.

Nice to finally meet you.

I'm sorry it's under
these circumstances.

It's a pretty awful thing
to see somebody get stabbed.

-How're you holding up?
-The soda and chips are, what,

supposed to make me comfortable

so I'll spill everything?

What's next,
you're gonna tell me

we're just having
a friendly chat?

You know,
the young man who was killed

had a name.

It was Noah.

He had a family,
and they're grieving.

I'm just trying
to find the guy who did it.

This man.

Whose friend seems to know you.

In fact, the two of you seem
to know each other pretty well.

You want to tell me about him?

Where I grew up, the rule
about talking to cops was

"don't talk to cops."

Luckily, the Fifth Amendment

gives me
the right to keep quiet.

Well, luckily, I know that
Sean talked to you last night

and told you that
people are dying,

and that the next party
is tomorrow night.

You seem like a smart kid,

and my gut tells me
you're not involved in this.

But my gut also tells me

that you know more than
you're saying right now.

So, how about you trust me
and start talking?

Trust you?

-Yeah.
-Like how you trusted me?

You made Sean
think I wasn't good enough.

You've been against me

since before you even met me.

So, remind me why

I should trust you now.

(clears throat)

That's some girl you got there.

I don't think Penny's my girl.

Well, either way.

Look, I'm frustrated too,

but I didn't hear her say
anything that wasn't true.

Oh, yeah?
Well, you obviously don't keep

any secrets from each other.

Let me talk to her.

No.

Interrogation is a skill
that takes years,

and too many things
could go wrong. No.

Okay, well, she's already
not helping, so if I blow it,

-what have we got to lose?
-I said no.

I think if
I approach her a different way,

she might be
more willing to help.

(sighs)

Okay.

Give it a shot.

SEAN:
So, this is very super weird.

Very extremely.

So, your dad thought
with you in here,

-it would get me talking?
-No.

No, I wanted to talk to you.

PENNY:
Are you okay?

-I mean, last night was...
-Honestly,

-I'm super stressed out, but...
-(scoffs)

You're always
super stressed out.

(laughs)

Yeah, I guess, right?
You know, we're just,

we're used to this.

Look, if you don't
want to say anything,

I get it.

It's just, last night,

we watched somebody die
right in front of us,

and I don't want
anyone else dying.

I know you don't, but...

Look, the last time
I was in a room like this,

I ended up in prison.

I'm not trying to put you
in that position, okay?

I just need help.

I need your help.

The guy in the photo,
the creep from VIP?

That's Jeremy Meyer.

Grew up three streets
over from me.

He's not a dealer, but...

he's very dangerous, Sean.

I mean, really.

He works for his uncle
at a shop on the harbor.

Dorchester Machine.

You can find him there.

Thank you.

Look, I don't want
anyone else dying either.

SEAN:
Yeah.

PENNY:
You should get some rest.

You look exhausted.

Yeah.

Okay, there's our guy.

Penny was right.

Mm-hmm.

Looks like that might be
a gun in his front right pocket.

Now's our shot. Let's roll.

(barrels clanging)

Hey, hands off the barrel.

Hands in the air right now. Now!

Don't even think about it.

My trigger's closer.

Hands up.

Damn it.

-All right, all right.
-Turn around, spread your legs.

Spread your legs!

(handcuffs clicking)

Is that the precursor
for the drugs?

Looks like it.

They're both empty.

Maybe they're all used up.

I wonder how much
of that drug you can make

with all these barrels, huh?

Probably enough to flood
every city down the East Coast.

* *

KENZIE (singsongy):
Jonah.

Seany. Boys.

You two sexy
sons of guns owe me $5,000.

-Hi, Kenzie. So good to see you.
-(Kenzie giggles)

What are you talking about?

Okay, so,
after our big interrogation

with your dad and sister,

I did a little
Internet sleuthing.

Check it out.

"Notice Of Reward."

From your Drug Control Unit.

$5,000 reward for information
in drug-related cases,

which is what I gave you, right?

Yeah, I guess
this actually qualifies.

(giggles)

I mean, not to seem selfish,

but I am a businesswoman.

Sweet Jonah,

why so glum, my chum?

I just can't stop thinking
about this EMDA stuff.

It's a complete nightmare.

Last night we watched a guy

get stabbed
to death because of it,

and we found two more
dead guys in their apartment

yesterday morning.
And, now, apparently,

their grandma can't afford
to have funerals for them.

Wow.

That is really, really sad.

Well, if you can't
fix everything,

fix something.

I wasn't counting
on that money anyway.

I think we should
give it to that grandma

for, like, funeral expenses
or whatever.

Wait, you want
to give the money away?

This isn't some weird
sort of social media thing?

You're not gonna
try to film it, right?

Oh, my God, no.
Not for socials. Don't be gross.

It's just like,

how could I sleep at night

if I kept that money for myself?

No. No, this is fate.

This is the universe
manifesting a solution.

Oh.

Oh, we should totally
bring it to her together,

the three of us.

She needs
to know people actually care.

And we are those people.

Let me tell you
what it looks like to us.

Noah was the brains,

he came up with the drug.

You brought the muscle
with your crew, and this guy,

who we need you
to help us identify,

well, he was the money guy.

Except he was
a bit of a loose cannon.

I mean,
by the looks of this picture,

it's possible you didn't even
know he was gonna stab Noah.

LENA:
With the chemicals in the truck,

we already have you
on conspiracy to distribute.

Since you were
with Noah when he was killed,

selling drugs, the D.A. can
charge you with murder two.

Screw you.

Both of you. I'm no rat.

(knock on door)

-(door opens)
-Stop talking, right now.

Did Santos send you?

Detectives, I need the room.

Oh, that's dope.

Stop talking.

Detectives?

Just confirming.
This is your lawyer?

Yeah. This guy's my lawyer.

Thank you.

I'd like you to go through
the hearing transcripts

from that day,
see if his timeline

would hold up under cross, okay?

Thank you.

-Hi, Dad.
-Hey.

Uh...

I owe you an apology.

I was defensive yesterday, and

you were trying to help.

Oh, Dad.

I've already lost Mom,

I'm just scared
I'm gonna lose you, too.

I'm afraid, too.

Not just of dying,

but what'll happen
to my congregation?

To Sarah, Lena, Jonah?

Your sister? You?

I love it
when people lean on me.

That's why we need you
to do this.

The men in your congregation,

they look up to you
as an example.

The rest of us do, too.

-I'll make the appointment.
-Okay.

But I'm going alone.

It's a deal.

So are you texting Penny or not?

I don't know.

Okay. All right,
first off, dude,

what is going on
between you two?

-I just stopped texting her.
-Uh-huh.

Like, in a really uncool way.
Like, I just stopped.

And I'm not really sure why.

Penny's awesome.
She's sweet, she's funny,

likes all the same
nerdy stuff as me.

Okay. Well,
she was kind of right.

You do suck for ghosting her.

-But if you like her, why?
-There's a few reasons, okay?

Like when we were dealing with
the Ronan Flaherty stuff,

I wanted to go help you.

She tried to convince me not to.

And, clearly,
my dad doesn't think her and I

are a good fit, so...

Maybe we're just incompatible.

Boo!

Tomato, tomato,

-tomato.
-What?

(sighs)
Okay, Seany-poo,

you could not be
reading this more wrong.

That girl, Penny?

She didn't tell you
to not help Jonah

because she's some evil monster.

Her best friend
left her high and dry,

and she ended up
in actual prison.

She was trying to protect you.

Her trauma is telling her lies.
Okay?

So, she's a work in progress.

News flash, girl: So are you.

-(chuckles)
-So what you have to do

is super simple.

Grow up, get over yourself

and go apologize to her.
In person.

And, like, a good apology, too.

Like, "I'm sorry,"
and then say what you did wrong.

And then, tell her you like her.

(sighs)

Wow.

I think you actually
might be right.

Of course I am, I'm a Virgo.

Right.

(sirens wailing)

Sean did good today.

-Getting that info?
-Mm-hmm.

Chip off the old block.

-Hmm. Thank you.
-By that,

I mean your dad
or your granddad.

-Har-har-har.
-I'm kidding.

Very funny.

I do think I am a little rough
on him sometimes,

and maybe that's why he's
turning to my dad for advice.

Well, it's like you told me.

If you're rough on him,
then it's because you want him

-to be great at this.
-Yeah.

Speaking of being
great at things,

my dad was great with the press,

unlike me.

Although it's different
than being a press junkie,

-of course.
-You're back to that?

Yeah. Have you practiced
your answers in the mirror yet?

(laughs)

SARAH: Look alive,
I got something good.

So, I dug into the fancy lab
equipment you would need

to synthesize this drug.

Two things. One, very expensive.

Whoever Santos is,
he's got money.

Two, it draws lots of power,

especially to cook through
the volume of chemicals

found in the drums
in that truck.

So, I had the BRIC pull P&E data

from the past few days.

36 locations show power spikes

-that could match.
-Well, Noah's sister said

that he was out in Natick.
Maybe it's one of these three.

Uh, Jeremy's truck had

an E-ZPass.

I pulled the records on it.
Let's see.

Did a lot of driving
around Boston,

but right here. Look at this.

He exited the Mass Pike
right near Natick.

SARAH: Within one mile
of this power spike.

Let's see.

It is an industrial repair shop.

-Perfect place for a drug lab.
-Go shut it down.

*

(grunts)

(grunts)

Cuff him.

* *

Hey. Hey!

-I'm going for Mikey!
-LENA: I'll cover you!

OFFICER:
Police!

Drop your weapons!

Drop your weapons, right now!

DANNY:
Hands up.

Come here.

Give me your hands,
Mikey, you punk.

My name is Michael Santos III.

I want to speak to my lawyer,

Lawrence Jenkins
at Jenkins-Pryce.

-You'll get your lawyer.
-Good.

I'll be out before you know it.

Oh, yeah?
That's what you think. Come on.

Uh, I hope you're not
trying to tackle me again.

I'd make a joke about that,

but I still feel bad about it.

Yeah. I mean, that was crazy.

I just wanted to say I'm sorry.

For your dad dragging me
to the police station

for a literal
interrogation, or...?

No, I, uh...

I wanted to apologize
for how things ended between us.

It's no big deal.

I didn't think
I deserved somebody like you.

I mean, you're very cool.

You know this.

I crashed out,
"left before I could get left"

sort of thing, and...

you deserve better than that.
I apologize.

I mean, yeah. You're an idiot.

Clearly.

(laughs)

Um, well,
I'm gonna finish my run.

But, uh,

maybe I will see you at that
Kelly Thompson panel after all.

DANNY:
All that aside,
I think the biggest takeaway

is that we actually
like each other, which,

believe it or not,
can make or break a partnership.

Makes sense.

And now, to you,
Detective Silver.

Time for the big "gotcha"
question.

Oh.

I warned you.

I did some digging, and

I found this,

from an emerging artist's
showcase back in 2005.

(laughs)

Do you still draw?

LENA:
Wow. Uh...

Uh, no, I--

Nope, I gave that up years ago.

Why quit
when you're this talented?

Uh, well,

sometimes you realize that

a part of yourself doesn't match
who you're trying to become.

My real calling is police work.

And...

it actually reminds me of one of

me and Danny's biggest cases.

The homicide
with Senator Lowell.

And then she said I might see
her at the fan expo next month,

which kind of felt like
an invite.

So, yeah, it was good.

So, in other words,
we'll be seeing

more of her around?

I hope that's not weird

because I know
you're not the biggest fan.

I'm...

wasn't a fan of her rap sheet.

It's nothing personal.

If I'm being honest,

she's a pretty tough kid,
and she may have actually

won me over
in the interrogation room.

That's the secret, huh? Pushing
back in the interrogation room.

Well, I like the fact
that she makes you step up.

And I respect the fact
that you can apologize

-when you're wrong.
-Mm.

You're becoming a hell of a cop.

Even if you don't always
do things the way I do.

(sighs)

Look, you're doing a great job.

If talking to your grandfather

and getting advice about,
you know,

taking notes with your notepad
and all that stuff

makes you a better cop,
then I'm all for it.

-This thing?
-Yeah, that thing.

Honestly, I've been
FaceTiming Grandpa more

because you and I've been
working together a lot,

and I just wanted
to show you what I can do.

85% of what's in there
is stuff you taught me.

Either way,

I'm very proud of you.

Well, thank you.

* *

LENA:
So then, Jonah

walks up to this runner,
like, "Hey.

Somebody told me you could
help me score that new stuff."

It was, like,
disturbingly smooth.

-Thank you, thank you.
-SARAH: No, that's not
a compliment.

You are way
too comfortable buying drugs.

-I was undercover.
-LENA: Yeah,

but did you see how fast
that transaction happened?

Yep, the kid's a natural.

A little too natural, though.

All right, I don't understand
how I'm getting roasted

for being amazing at my job.

LENA:
All jokes aside,

the two of you
did such good work

on this case.

Like, we dismantled a would-be
drug empire, we arrested

all the bad guys,

and we got closure
for three different families.

That was thanks to both of you.

A couple of future detectives,
if you ask me.

Very well done, both of you.

Absolutely.
It's your first undercover op,

and you two crushed it. Cheers.

-EDWIN: Cheers.
-Cheers.

Cheers.

EDWIN:
I, um,

I have some news
of my own to share.

Not quite as happy, I'm afraid.

The tests confirmed

what Mae warned me about.

I have something called,
uh, aortic stenosis.

Well, what does that mean?
What's the prognosis?

Well, uh, it could be mild
or it could be severe.

The doctors just don't know yet.

There's more tests next week.

SARAH:
Okay, well, if you need

rides to appointments

or anything...

We'll help how we can, Grandpa.

-Yeah, whatever you need.
-LENA: Yeah, Grandpa,

you're gonna be okay.
We got you.

Always.

EDWIN:
Thank you.

Listen, I appreciate it.

But the one thing the doctors

kept saying over and over was...

how lucky I was
that I came in when I did.

And I had to tell them
it wasn't luck.

It was
my daughter's persistence.

So, thank you, Mae.

I love you.

Hey.

How're you holding up
with all of this?

Mm.

Got to take it
one day at a time, huh?

Nothing else we can do.

Yeah.

It's been a lot.

So,

today I had an interview,

and the reporter had
that old charcoal that I did.

You remember,
the one with the flowers?

From the emerging artist
showcase?

Yeah, I always
liked that drawing.

Hmm.

Your sister, she was so jealous
of your talent.

(laughs softly)

-So was I.
-What?

(chuckles)

I always thought the art
came from my birth father.

I resented that.

Danny's been teasing me all day

about wanting
to get my name in the paper,

calling me a "press junkie."

But he's right.

Part of me does
want to be in the paper,

and today, I figured out why.

It's 'cause
I dream of him seeing it.

Reading about me.

Realizing he was wrong
to leave us.

Wrong to abandon me.

Lena, what happened back then,

yeah, it was difficult,
it was painful,

I know.

But it turned out to be
the best thing for our family.

Now your grandfather is sick.

This is not the right time to be
diving into this for no reason.

Of course there's a reason.

And with everything
happening, with Grandpa,

is it not a painful reminder
that tomorrow is not promised?

There is a man out there
who shares half of my DNA.

And I don't know who he is.

Don't I deserve
to know why the...

the first man who was
supposed to love me didn't?

Don't I at least deserve
to know what his name is?

Lena, please.

Tell me the truth.

You got to trust me.

I will tell you.

But not tonight.

One crisis at a time.

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