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Previously on Boston Blue...

Pretty far from New York.

My kid got hurt in a fire last night.

My brother-- he was with him.

I want to make you official.

BPD is better with you here.

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.

This is Brian Rodgers,

my old partner.

I like you.

I want to see how far this can go.

You are my best friend.

Promise me that being my partner will not change that.

Forgive me for being excited

that you're gonna follow in the family footsteps.

I'm gonna meet my dad today.

So she thinks what? That I abandoned her?

He is a Longfellow.

If you get elected, you're gonna

take this office back to the dark ages,

and I will not let that happen.

Then I guess it's war.

Stay with me, honey.

Every day on this Earth is a gift.

And family,

people in your life who love you,

are the reasons to keep unwrapping

that gift.

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ I was right all along ♪

♪ Yeah... ♪

Right there. There's the blue truck.

Well, it's yellow now.

- You sure that's it? - Yeah. Well, no.

But we better find a referee

before there's nothing left of it.

- I'm going now. - Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Not without me. - Come on, it's your first day back.

- You sure you're ready for this? - Nah, you go, I go.

All right, buckle up.

♪ Ha! ♪

♪ Yeah... ♪

BPD!

I got the truck.

♪ It's too late, too late ♪

♪ You know I've done it before... ♪

Stop the truck!

Lena!

♪ I got my eye on the score ♪

♪ I'm gonna cut to the core, it's too late... ♪

- Police! Stop! - Stop!

♪ It's too soon, it's too late ♪

♪ It's too soon, or is it? ♪

♪ Tick, tick, boom! ♪

- You okay? - Yeah. Are you?

Yeah. Is that the truck that hit Detective Rodgers?

- It fits the description, minus this paint job. - Okay.

You, hands up and get out of the vehicle now.

Come on! Get your hands up.

Boston Police. My name is Detective Reagan.

That is my partner, Detective Silver.

We have some questions for you.

THAD My family built this city,

and I'll build a safe and secure future for yours.

I'm Thad Longfellow, and I'm on your side.

Give me a minute!

- Hey. - Hey.

I'm so sorry I didn't make it last night.

Work got busy, and I'm headed in for the day shift now.

All good.

I have an early doctor's appointment today anyway.

You slept out here again?

Yeah, it's more space out here.

I need the windows.

If I can see the sky, then, um...

You can control the anxiety.

- Yeah. - This may help.

We found the blue truck.

- But how? - Somebody spotted it out in Marshfield

at a demolition derby.

All right. What about the driver?

I'm a cop, Lee.

It is killing me not to be out there

and find the person who did this to me.

He just bought it from a scrapyard.

It had been stripped for parts.

So not the guy who hit me?

No, but it is a start.

Yeah. Good start.

Yeah, so why don't you let us handle it for now?

So you can focus on recovery. Yeah?

You were in a wheelchair three months ago,

and now you're out there looking like a whole new woman,

and you're telling me to slow down?

My nerve damage healed.

My lung, too.

Your injuries are...

...worse.

Yeah, yeah. Maybe you're right.

Now, you've been back at work for one day,

and I already miss having you around.

What am I gonna do without my rehab buddy?

Well, you'll be back on duty before you know it.

And that job will be waiting for you.

And you still have me,

your rehab buddy.

I am the luckiest man in Boston.

Okay, no, look, babe, I... When I said I would volunteer,

I meant, like, stuffing envelopes and knocking on doors.

Why are we at Mae's house?

Well, Mom respects the rules.

She cannot solicit fundraising or in-kind donations

- in the office. - Okay.

And Grandpa wanted to be here

to see your face when she asked for a favor.

- Hey, guys. - Good morning.

Good morning.

This was all Dad's idea.

What can I say?

Divine inspiration.

You know I'm running

for reelection against Thad Longfellow.

Boston Brahmin, deep pockets,

draconian idea of crime and punishment.

And an infinitely punchable face, but...

- Mm. Yeah. - Well, since you are

a journalist with a background

in research and strong debate skills...

Now I'm getting nervous.

...I would like for you to be my debate surrogate for Longfellow.

Maybe she thinks you have

a similarly punchable face.

Hey, that's my fiancé.

Mr. Yates?

- Mm-hmm. - Would you be willing

to donate your time and talents to my reelection campaign

by playing the role of Thad Longfellow

as my debate prep partner?

- Wow. - Mm.

Uh...

Well, Madam District Attorney, it would be my honor.

Great. Great.

Those are your research materials.

I got to go. Love you.

- Wh-What? - Yeah.

In those boxes is a full biography of Thad Longfellow,

as well as his closing statements

for his biggest trials.

And also, the same for me.

- Uh-huh. - This is gonna be fun.

Hmm.

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ You looking for me, you can find me ♪

♪ At the barbershop, pulling up ♪

♪ To get a cut, bumping through the parking lot ♪

♪ I keep it clean, Rico's where I'm running to ♪

♪ If you in the city ♪

♪ Then you probably gonna be coming, too ♪

♪ Gang getting down ♪

♪ Fred's getting down ♪

♪ Nick getting down, Ron getting down ♪

♪ Just to name a few, everybody... ♪

Oh! Yeah!

♪ You trying to get fresh, I'm telling you ♪

♪ It's the joint, hands down ♪

♪ Had to let 'em know the flow gritty ♪

♪ Come on down to Rico's... ♪

That's game!

Run it back. We got 'em.

See? I knew he'd be back.

It's the fifth time he's hit this place this month.

- Let's run it back. - Sorry, fellas.

Police business. But good game, though.

Did he just say "police business"?

Hey, hey, slow down.

- We don't want him to see us. - We're good. We're good.

♪ One, two, three, four! ♪

Hey, BPD, stop!

- Hey! - Hey, police!

Hey, kid, I need this bike.

- Wait. Hey! Hey! - Don't worry. I'm a cop. All right?

Stop!

Stop! BPD!

Hey!

♪ Hey, you, you got the nerve... ♪

Police! Stop!

♪ If you've got the nerve at all... ♪

Come on, man!

♪ Hey, you, you got the nerve? ♪

♪ Hey, you, you got the nerve? ♪

♪ You better move your body fast... ♪

Hey!

♪ Go, kid, you got the nerve? ♪

♪ You better pack your job in fast ♪

♪ Else you're never gonna grow, no way... ♪

Hey, stop!

Stop!

All right, that's it.

Hey, Boston Police!

- You're under arrest. Face the ground. - You got him?

- Come on. Let's get him up. - Yep, yep.

You got him?

- I got him. - Okay, we're good.

You stole five bikes from that park.

Seven.

We ran an off-duty, off-the-books operation.

I know we got our guy,

but Sergeant Karim's gonna be pissed.

Sounds like you guys should just let me go.

Shut up.

Sarah made detective in four years,

and Lena's score is the one to beat.

My cousin, dad, uncle, grandpa, great-grandpa--

They're all cops. I get it.

We'll make names for ourselves.

Let's just make sure they're the right ones.

Sounds complicated.

SEAN and THIEF: Shut up!

- Detective. - Uh, Superintendent.

- Thanks for meeting me. - Yeah.

I'm back-to-back hearings all morning.

- What's up? - Elena's still not sleeping?

Yeah, she's not, and neither am I.

Since her and Baez got to town,

- I realized how small my apartment actually is. - Mm.

Well, tired or not, you aced your sergeant's exam.

First try.

Okay. Well, I was raised by two commissioners,

so being afraid to not pass the exam

was never why I didn't take the test.

It was really because I needed proper motivation.

- Sean. - Yes.

Danny, there's a promotion available.

It is yours if you want it.

We can work around the patrol requirements,

and you've already gained the respect of the department.

Sergeant Detective, in the Major Case Unit.

Yeah. It's, um, pretty incredible.

Um, did you talk to Lena about this?

Isn't this why you took the exam?

It is. I... I just might need a little more time

to think about it.

What are you not you telling me?

It's Lena.

We caught a homicide.

Dismissed.

So, you doing okay?

I'm fine. Why do you ask?

I'm just saying, trauma like you went through builds up.

You know, it'll sneak up on you,

and it builds, and it builds until the crash,

and then boom, there it is.

Believe it or not, getting shot, almost dying--

it helped me clarify a lot.

I feel this... this lightness, you know?

Like, finally got nothing to prove.

- That's good. - I can just...

- I can just be me. - Good.

But this promotion-- I know Sarah offered it to you.

- I told her I'm thinking on it. - What? Why?

Because I'm thinking on it.

What do we got, Ray-Ray?

Found a vic, uh, inside, asphyxiated.

- Yoga pants? - Yeah.

Wrapped around her neck, just like the others. Up here.

Caucasian female.

License on the dresser says Frannie Swan, 24 years old.

Same M.O. as the strangulation in Beacon Hill.

I know what you're thinking, and if you're right,

somebody is copycatting one of Boston's

- deadliest serial killers. - Right about what?

Look how the body is posed, Ray-Ray.

Pants tied around her neck like a bow.

If I am right, we're up against a new Boston Strangler.

Reagan, check this out.

See what I see?

What's with the winter coat?

- I'm on him. - I'll flank.

Gun!

Get safe!

Hey!

Come here.

- Give me your hand. Give me your hand! - Oh, God.

Geez. Oh. Oh.

Get up.

Get up.

What is this?

It's a directional microphone.

- What are you recording? - You. So is it him?

Is the Boston Strangler really back?

- Who the hell are you? - I'm Jeremy Rinzano. I'm a podcaster.

- How'd you know about all this? - I got a police scanner.

I heard it on the radio. So is it him?

Is the Boston Strangler back in action or what?

Hey, hey, hey.

The Boston Strangler has been dead for decades.

Excuse me.

The city of Boston deserves to know what the hell is going on.

No, the city of Boston would turn itself upside down

if they knew there was a copycat running around.

- We're gonna need that recording. - You can have it.

But I've been live streaming this whole time.

What?

You realize you just told the entire city

there's a new Boston Strangler on the loose?

Not me.

You.

Sir?

Who authorized O.T. at North Point?

Sir, we were playing basketball.

Did you two get approval for overtime without my knowledge?

No, there's a pickup game before work, so, you know,

- basketball... - You two aren't rookies anymore.

But you're damn sure not detectives.

Were you wearing the undercover colors of the day?

Were your badges displayed?

- No, sir. We were hoping... - Year two is when you decide

what kind of cop you're gonna be.

You get too far ahead of yourself, you might go

ass over teakettle.

Sir, we caught our guy. Isn't that what matters?

I'm glad you caught your guy and nobody got hurt.

Didn't have to go that way. You caught a break.

Listen, this is my last week with you two guys.

I don't want to waste my time writing you up.

I'm being transferred to the burbs. E-17.

Hyde Park. Nice.

Get dressed for roll call. Shift starts in ten.

- Let's make it good. - Yes, sir.

Killer's been active

longer than we thought. There are more murders.

How does the whole BPD miss that?

And two were in Boston proper.

The others were in surrounding jurisdictions.

Well, between the years of 1962 and 1964,

the Boston Strangler murdered 13 women,

working in sprees.

It's the Boston Strangler.

Tell me what you know about it, Brooklyn.

Well, technically, I know a lot about it, Beantown.

In fact, I know that Albert DeSalvo,

the alleged Boston Strangler,

was never convicted of any of the murders.

But DNA connected him to the last victim,

so he went to prison for assault.

- Well done. - Yeah.

Trouble is, he died in prison in 1973, so...

- So we are definitely dealing with a copycat. - Yeah.

All right, well, he's killed four women,

all with yoga pants tied around their necks like a bow.

- Why yoga pants? - The original killer used stockings.

And times have changed, so our perp is using athleisure wear,

the new norm.

What is it?

Danny.

The copycat's murders are not just similar

to the original Strangler.

They are exactly the same.

Look at the vics' ages and locations.

At least as close as they can be, 62 years later.

So he's murdering

women the same ages as the original victims

in the same neighborhoods as the original murders?

Yeah, except he's working in reverse.

21-year-old in Beacon Hill, 25-year-old in Lawrence.

52-year-old in Salem, 24-year-old in Chestnut Hill.

So if this is true, two more women would die this week.

And our next vic's gonna be a 25-year-old in West Fenway.

I'll send patrol to the area.

I'll search RMV records,

see if we can't narrow down who it is we're trying to save.

I believe in justice.

That value runs deep in my family.

My late husband was a judge.

And so is your current boyfriend, Judge Eli Robinson.

So it seems to me that

conflict of interest is your type.

I have two daughters and one son,

- all proud Boston Police. - Well, that's great.

But your... your biological daughter,

Lena, now, she was born out of wedlock

while her father was in prison, right?

Talk about weak on crime.

Out of wedlock?

Are we going back in time?

Back in time? I, uh...

And here is a photo of you and your criminal baby daddy

taken just a couple months ago.

How does Judge Eli feel about that?

- Seth. - What?

- "Criminal baby daddy"? - Mae, I'm sorry.

- I'm just trying to replicate... - Really?

He's just doing what you asked him to.

Thad is gonna bait you

exactly the same way, photo and all.

You just... you just walked right into it.

How's it being back?

It's great. Actually, it's great.

Good. But I got bad news.

I cut the podcaster loose.

Mom couldn't charge him.

It is legal to record BPD with or without our knowledge.

- Hilarious. And it figures... - Mm-hmm.

...'cause he didn't know anything in questioning anyway.

- You got news on this blue truck, I see? - Yeah, now that we have

the VIN, we've found some parts around town.

No leads on the driver.

But that's not why you're here.

Did you know Rodgers submitted return papers?

Really?

Thought he was gonna wait.

He met with his doctor.

It's borderline but approved.

Modified duty until the sling comes off.

I just got the request for signature.

Didn't you say he was having nightmares?

Is he still struggling with claustrophobia?

Uh, yeah, but...

...I told you that at Shabbat.

It's supposed to be private.

If his doctor signs off, you should, too.

His surgeon says that he is ready to ride a desk,

but you know how much Rodgers wants

to be out on the street as much as I do.

LENA Yeah, but you can't use what I said against him.

You can't use that to hold him back.

If the surgeon says he's ready, then he...

Yeah, physically, but that's not what I'm worried about,

- and you know it. - You cannot put me

between him and the job that he loves so much.

You cannot do that.

All right, you want to know if Rodgers

is ready to go back to work, you ask him yourself.

...city's on edge, as the Boston Strangler...

That looked contentious. Everything okay?

Sometimes I just hate that my older sister is the boss.

Well, bosses can be frustrating.

Especially when they're family.

Or friends? Yeah?

That's why you need to think about the promotion.

We should focus on this case, okay?

The same way the entire city's focused on it

ever since that podcaster's clip of us went viral.

Well, Boston is America's biggest small town.

Tell me about it.

We've got four dead women,

pissed-off city desperate for answers.

- Where do we look next? - Well, going backwards

from the Boston Strangler's timeline,

the next victim was a 25-year-old from West Fenway.

That entire area is used for university housing.

There are dozens of women in their twenties living there.

We're gonna have to hope patrol can keep that maniac at bay

until we find out who his target is.

Or until we can figure out who he is.

I wish we had access to the old case files.

We may.

Sort of.

Danny-boy.

Always good to hear from you.

- Hey, Gramps. - Is that my favorite Mr. Reagan?

It is! It's so good to see you, Commissioner.

You, too, Lena, but I know why you're calling.

There's a new Boston Strangler, right?

I saw it on the news.

You saw it on the news in New York, too.

- That's great. - Great.

- So, what do we got? - Well, the copycat

is killing women in the same locations

as the original Strangler, so we've sent patrol

- to all the buildings in the areas. - And the original

case files were all destroyed in a flood,

so we're going off public record.

We were hoping, since you worked the original task force,

you may remember something that could help us.

I might have something.

Do you know about the girlfriend?

- Girlfriend? - Well, that's what we...

well, the task force called her.

Back in '64, there was this woman

who had convinced herself

that she was dating the Boston Strangler.

And she fed us a bunch of bogus

information until, well, we finally figured it out.

Well, why is she important now?

Well, maybe she's not, but the thing is,

she was pregnant.

Said it was the Strangler's

baby, his legacy.

It's kind of nutty, but...

- Might be something to that. - Yeah.

- Do you remember her name? - No,

but I could probably find it in one of my old journals.

You're a lifesaver, Gramps. Thank you.

So are you, Reagan.

So go get the bastard.

- We will. - Yes, sir.

All right, listen up.

Two cops per floor on door-knocks.

If you hear anything, you call it in.

He's dangerous.

All right? Heads on swivels.

There's no way the copycat shows his face around here.

- There's, like, a thousand cops. - No, he'd have to be nuts.

Reagan, Silver, something to add?

- No, sir. - Good.

You two patrol the back alley.

Let's make our presence felt to stop this creep from showing up.

Yes, sir.

Hey, Brian.

Um, when you made Sergeant Detective,

you and Lena were partners.

Did things ever get weird with the two of you?

No, no.

- Lena's a great cop. - Yeah.

- We closed cases, we got home safe every night. - Mm-hmm.

- Rank was never an issue. - But something got weird?

I mean, I was in love with her the whole time,

- so that got a little weird. - Ah.

- Yeah, I could see where that would get weird. - Danny?

- Got an answer? - I actually

don't have one yet, boss.

Uh, Lena and I are tracking down a lead, so I got to run.

Sorry. Thank you.

Yeah.

Just coming to see you. You wanted to talk?

Yeah. I have a meeting upstairs. Come with me.

Thank you for coming to see me.

I got your reinstatement papers.

Yeah, look, I know it's fast,

but doc cleared me.

Modified duty until I get out of this sling.

All I need you to do is sign off...

Slow down, Rodgers.

I know you want to get back to work,

but it is my job to determine if that is what is best.

Are you still having the nightmares?

I'm doing the mandated therapy, but what I really need is

- to get back to work. - But if I let you

come back too soon and you're not ready,

you or somebody else could get hurt.

- Are you okay? - No, I'm not.

I want my job back so that I can find the bastard

who did this to me, and I don't know why

I'm getting the third degree.

Look, I'm sorry. All right, please.

Sarah, I need this.

I-I'm ready. I am. All right?

I'll make a decision by the end of the day.

Thanks.

Over here.

Gale, we have visitors.

Oh.

These are the detectives, Mother.

- I told you they were coming. - Mm-hmm.

I'm not sure what you need, but my mother suffers from LBD.

I see.

Um, it's Lewy body dementia.

It's what Baez's mom...

My girlfriend's mom has the same disease.

Sorry. I know it's tough.

It's hard for her to be alone.

I visit every day after work.

Understood. Uh, Mrs. Crawley, can you tell us if you remember

what was going on in the city of Boston back in 1963, '64?

Um, Gale, honey, go fetch some pudding.

Those were special years.

How so?

Well, the Boston Strangler was working.

Now, to the city,

he was a terrifying monster, Gale's father.

To me, he was my sweet, sweet Albert.

Mrs. Crawley,

uh, the city of Boston is terrified again.

Someone is copying Albert's crimes.

That's awful.

Who's Albert?

Who's... um...

Albert was the Boston Strangler.

- Oh. - Can you tell us about him?

Me?

I'm not sure she's gonna be able to help.

Thank you, Mrs. Crawley.

Gale, uh, we didn't have any luck,

but could you tell us anything about your father?

My mom has been sick for a long time.

All she told me was that he was a great man,

- never who he was. - Mm-hmm.

Why are you asking me this?

Gale, did you ever wonder?

No. Not really.

It's always just been me and Mother.

You say you spend time with your mom every day.

Does anyone else ever come to visit that you know of?

No. Just me.

Well, sometimes my son Brad comes along.

Okay.

Oh, and there-there was a nice journalist. Jeremy.

Jeremy Rinzano, the podcaster?

He's doing an oral history of Boston. He interviewed Mother.

- Hmm. - Okay. Thank you for your time.

- Mm. - Thank you, Gale.

Jeremy didn't tell us that he spoke to Lynn.

Yeah, seems like there's a whole lot he didn't tell us.

Let's go talk to him.

DISPATCHER All units in West Fenway area,

suspicious person reported, Boylston and Jersey...

- Excuse me. - Ah.

You guys gonna hassle me, too?

Look, I already answered all your buddy's questions inside.

- You the super here? - Yeah.

Just trying to do my job.

Look, I, uh, hope you catch the bastard.

There we go. We good here?

- Yeah. - Yeah, we're good.

Good luck.

Help me! Help me!

Help me!

Help me, please! He was here.

He was, he was, he was choking me,

and he saw the cops out the window.

- Okay, who was it? - What did he look like? - I mean, he honestly...

I thought he worked for the building.

- He was in a green uniform. - Go.

Okay.

Let's take a deep breath, all right? Okay? To four.

He's gone!

Thank you.

Hey, fellas. What's going on?

Well, we were, um...

We were doing some research

for debate prep, and we-we found something.

June 4, 1985.

How did you find that date?

Is it true?

I can explain, but not here.

There's no campaign work on public property.

Come on, Mae. It's a cop-out.

Tell me what happened.

Uh, if-if we found it,

then Thad could as well.

I appreciate your concern.

This conversation is over. I have work to do.

You could have come to me.

I hope your next sergeant knows what to do with you!

Get out!

Open or closed? Sarge?

Out!

We just let the killer go.

Sergeant Karim said we're supposed to figure out

what kind of police officers we want to be.

Are we gonna be the kind of cops who let other people

- fix our mistakes? - I don't think this is what he meant.

Or are we gonna be the kind of cops

who figure out how to clean up our own messes?

At this point, I'm afraid to even ask. Can we just...

So, the killer-- he was pretending

to be a building super

so that people would let him into their apartments, right?

Okay.

Except his keys were actually working on the locks.

Those are the keys to our apartment.

I know. Read them, please.

"Do not duplicate." That's right.

It's illegal to get these copied.

And to get a whole ring of them made,

he would've had to go to a super-shady locksmith.

Find the right locksmith, we might find the killer.

JEREMY The other thing about the BPD,

I mean, they are so inept.

- He's in there. - They're a bunch of goofs.

- They couldn't find their... - It's locked.

Hey! Open the door, Jeremy, now.

Look who it is. Riggs and Murtaugh.

The police have come to shut me down because

- they don't want you to know the truth. - Hey!

Shut it down. Open the door.

I will not let you bury the truth,

because the city of Boston is under siege.

Open the door, or I'm gonna knock it down!

What the hell is wrong with you?

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. This is police brutality. - What's wrong with you?

Hey! Hey, how do you shut that off?

I will never shut it off because the truth is our salvation!

Oh.

Come on.

That was good stuff there. We had a...

Knock it off. People are dying out there!

How do you know Lynn Crawley?

- Who? - The original Strangler's fangirl in the nursing home.

Nobody knew about her but the cops, Jeremy.

I don't, I don't know who you mean.

Okay, Boston is out for blood.

So how about we put your face on the news

as our prime suspect and, uh, see what happens?

- Good. Let's go. - Okay, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

I-I got a tip on my true crime tip line.

I was gonna save it for the podcast,

but if you want, I can play it for you.

Go ahead, play it.

And don't do anything stupid.

I love your podcast, man. I just...

Oh, I have to tell somebody.

I was so alone, so small, then I realized who I am.

Fear is power, and I'm not small anymore.

It-It's in my blood.

I can own the whole city just by being me.

The Boston Strangler.

I traced the call to that nursing home,

- and I interviewed the old lady. - Hmm.

'Cause you thought you hit the true crime podcast jackpot?

While you're screwing around trying to make a buck,

two ladies were killed.

Danny.

We're gonna need that.

What are you thinking?

He said it was in his blood to be the Boston Strangler.

Didn't Gale say that her son visits the nursing home?

- Yeah. - Wouldn't he be about the right age

as the Strangler's grandson?

So, maybe with her dementia,

she told her grandson who she thinks he is?

And he believed her.

I'm just saying, this is, like, the third shady locksmith

we've tried, man. Maybe it's just a dumb idea.

Partner, there are no dumb ideas,

just ideas that aren't smart yet.

What does that even mean?

Well, I'm trying to encourage us.

We've been to three...

You need keys cut, Officers?

- We're looking for a guy. - Hey, look, it's my break time.

- Whoa. Whoa. - No, no, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

We're not trying to jam you up, man.

There's a serial killer on the loose.

We're just trying to set things straight

and catch him before he kills somebody else.

Yeah, my mother-in-law's scared half to death. She lives alone.

Wants to stay with me until this creep is caught.

So how can I help?

We think the killer's using illegally copied keys

to break into his victims' apartments.

He's copying keys?

Specifically, building master keys,

stamped "Do not duplicate."

He's white, early 30s, short brown hair.

Probably has copies of 25, 30 keys on his ring.

You know what? I know a guy like that.

He comes in here all the time.

He parks out front.

Let me see if...

I can get anything on... the cameras.

That's him.

This our backup already?

No way they got here this fast.

Hey. What are you two doing here?

We think the Strangler copycat's driving a car

registered to an old lady who lives here.

And since "old lady" doesn't fit the description of the killer,

- we figured we'd check it out before calling it in. - Well,

the suspect is Brad Crawley. He lives with his mom.

She said that he came to visit his grandma just now here.

- Must be her car. - He's here now?

- Yeah. - What do you want to do?

We're gonna catch a killer, put an end to this thing.

Let's go.

What did you tell them? What did you tell them, huh?!

They want to steal my power.

- Hey, let her go, Brad! - Boston Police!

I will snap her neck. I didn't have to be alone.

My whole life, I didn't know I was special.

- Brad, listen to me. - Help me.

None of this is true.

Your grandma is very sick.

You are not the Boston Strangler's grandson.

No, you just want to make me small.

And I was so weak

until she told me who I am, and I didn't have to be anymore.

Help me.

Brad, she doesn't know what she's talking about.

Okay?

She wasn't his girlfriend.

It's all just in her head.

No. Fear is power, and my grandpa knew that.

And he was the most powerful man in Boston.

Brad, none of this is true.

None of this is true.

You have to let her go. You need help.

- No. You're all the same. - Help me.

Let us help you.

You're just a bunch of liars!

- I got her. I got her. - You okay? Okay, I'm on him.

- Face the ground! Face the ground! - No!

- Hands behind your back. - Let go!

You have the right to remain silent.

- Hands behind your back. - Anything you say can and will be used

- against you in a court of law. - My face!

You have the right to an attorney.

If you cannot afford an attorney,

one will be provided for you.

All right, let's get him up.

You two did great.

You're not rookies anymore.

Year two is when you chart the course

of the rest of your careers, so well done.

Sergeant Karim said this is when we choose

what kind of cops we're gonna be.

He's right, so choose wisely.

- What? - Well, Lena told us about the promotion.

What kind of cop are you gonna be, huh?

Ah, that is my cue.

We got to get changed for Shabbat.

I'll see you in the car?

- See you later. - See ya.

Why haven't you accepted the promotion, huh?

Well, you said you were gonna climb the ladder.

- Like Grandpa and Pop. - I will.

Eventually. I just... I don't know.

I got a good thing going with Lena.

I don't want to screw it up becoming a boss.

Couldn't even if you tried, Danny.

You didn't want to tell me she was coming up behind me?

- I could have, but I didn't. - Yeah.

I'll see you at Shabbat.

- Yeah. - See you, Sean.

- All right. - Yeah.

Let's talk about it.

- Hmm. - You got to take the promotion.

Sarah said you'd still be in Major Case unit.

- We'll still ride together. - Yeah, but I'll be a boss.

Yeah, and you should be.

No, I'll be your boss.

I know how much you wanted this promotion last time.

Oh.

Well, thank you for considering me.

But, Danny, I didn't put in for this promotion.

You didn't?

Nope. Sarah was surprised, too.

Hmm.

I didn't put in for it because I don't want it.

I'm finally happy right where I am.

I'm enjoying every single moment I can.

Hmm.

But for you, Reagan, it's time.

This is about legacy.

And you're the most experienced detective in this entire MCU.

And you know what?

The fact that you'd be willing to give it up for me

and our partnership

is all the more reason why you deserve it.

Take it.

Okay.

Sarah, he said yes!

Yes!

Thanks, boss.

Mae.

We need to talk about what we found.

I could have helped.

We would have figured something out.

How did you find out I was at the family planning clinic

back in 1985?

Because somebody saw you going into the clinic.

Your license plate was recorded by an anti-abortion activist.

They used to stake out the clinics.

But, Mae, I kept digging...

If Thad finds out,

he will destroy me with the religious voters.

I lose the church, I lose the election.

Why didn't you come to me for help?

I'm sorry.

What's done is done.

Why didn't you tell him that it wasn't you?

Like I said, I kept digging,

and I came across a record of an oral exam

that you had taken at school that afternoon.

There is no way that you could've done that

if you had just had an abortion hours before.

It's better if he believes it was me.

But why let your dad believe that?

The rev deserves to know that his daughter didn't...

It was your sister Jill.

I drove Jill to the clinic that day.

That's why my plate was in the log.

She put her life back together,

and I will not let this affect that.

- But, Mae, your campaign... - I'll handle my campaign.

I won't let Jill be hurt by this all over again.

It's time for dinner.

♪ Was a long Monday ♪

♪ Tuesday gone ♪

Here we go.

♪ Wrote it down in a song ♪

♪ Paradise lost, but paradise found ♪

♪ It all comes back around ♪

♪ You'll go on, on, on ♪

♪ Just like the river, you'll go on ♪

♪ And you'll go on, on, on... ♪

I hear congratulations is in order,

Sergeant Detective Reagan.

All right.

Thank you. Thank you.

So where's Maria?

Maria is in New York, and she doesn't know yet,

- so don't spoil it. - I won't.

And thank you, all of you, especially you, boss.

What about Brian? Where is he at?

You know you were wrong, Sarah.

It was the right call.

Was it? Really?

- Yes. - What happened?

Sarah denied Brian's reinstatement.

He wasn't ready to come back yet.

- The doctor said he was, and it's... - We talked about this.

- That's not... - Is it your call really,

- or is it the doctor's call? - Ladies, enough, enough. Enough, ladies.

Enough. This is Shabbat.

It's time to take a pause and reflect and reconnect.

We talk about work at the dinner table all the time.

We can also try to honor our traditions,

put our troubles aside,

take this moment

to embrace and enjoy our family.

- Yes, Mom. - Yes, Mom.

So, how did, uh, debate prep go today?

It was good. It was good. Uh, we did good work.

Why are you being weird?

- No. Sorry. - Very weird.

All right. She did great.

That's good.

Definitely can't take Thad lightly.

You can never trust a guy named Thad.

Not after he leaked

the photo of you and Lena's dad at The Hawke.

That's right.

That photo was taken at The Hawke restaurant.

I just said that, didn't I?

I've been in that file all day.

The truck that hit Rodgers was parked for an hour

outside of 67 Hawkes Point Drive that day.

That is right outside The Hawke restaurant.

Maybe that's who took the picture of Mom and Chris.

So Thad Longfellow is somehow connected

with this blue truck?

- Where are you going? - Well... - Hold on, partner.

- We don't know anything for sure yet. - We do know

that Thad leaked the photo that was taken by the driver

- of the same blue truck that almost killed Brian. - Mm-hmm.

So if Thad paid for that photo, then doesn't it track

that maybe he also paid for the attempted murder?

- It does. - I got to go.

Excuse me.

And with harsher sentences,

things like this Strangler copycat would never happen.

That's right.

First, I'm gonna get the city back on track,

and then we'll try to do something about the Pats.

Thank you. Thank you for coming.

Hey. Just shaking the tree. Go easy.

- Yep. - I'll deal with security. Go ahead.

Police. Excuse me.

Okay, go ahead. Wand me.

Thad Longfellow!

Detective Silver. What a surprise.

Why did you try to kill Detective Brian Rodgers?

Okay. Why don't we go somewhere a little more private?

Why don't we?

Excuse me.

- What are you talking about? - You know exactly

what I'm talking about.

'Cause the same blue truck that took the photos

that you leaked, it rammed Detective Rodgers' truck

into the Boston Harbor.

Someone sent that photo to me

claiming to be "a friend of the cause."

Yes, of course, I back-traced where that email came from.

Figured one of you Silvers might do something like this.

- Who was it? - That photo is from Eastborough.

- Isn't that where your new daddy lives? - You trying to say

this has something to do with Chief Chris Williams?

Someone is coming for your family.

Is it you?

'Cause if someone's coming for my family,

they're gonna have to come through me.

Wh-Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

You, back up.

It's time to go, Detective.

Let's go.

Come on.

Lena. Lena, wait a minute.

What was that? What are you doing?

I'm doing the same thing you would.

Protecting your family?

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