01x10 - Hard Truths

[bunniefuu]

Previously on Boston Blue...

If I accept this, then that means

I have to retire from the NYPD.

- What's wrong?
- A.D.A. Philip Beakman.

All of his cases could get thrown out.

Dad's k*ller could go free.

JUDGE: It is the ruling of this court

that Ronan Flaherty's conviction
is hereby vacated.

[gavel slams]
I will rebuild these cases.

I'm already looking into
his known associates.

It's half her fault anyway.

You need to stop.
You are not the only one who lost Dad.

- We all did.
- Then why does it feel like

I'm the only person that actually cares?

I don't like what I'm hearing
at the table right now.

Screw this.

- Flaherty!
- Silver.

[grunting]

BPD! Go!

What the hell are you doing, huh?

He k*lled my dad, man!

- Hey.
- What's wrong?

I was supposed to meet Jonah
at Bosco's. He never showed.

He's looking for Ronan Flaherty.
I know it.

- That's his car, right there.
- [g*nshots]

Got to split up.

LENA: Jonah?

LENA [echoing]: Jonah.

Jonah.

[normal voice]: Jonah?

Is that Ronan Flaherty?
The guy that k*lled your dad?

[sighs] Yeah.

Keep an eye out.
[stammering]

I-I tried to save him. I...

- Jonah, quiet.
- Lena, Lena, I didn't do this.

- A guy came in from the other door.
- Hey. Hey.

- He pointed a g*n at him...
- Okay. Shh!

Shh. Stop talking.

- Holster your weapon.
- Okay.

- We got to do things by the book, right?
- Yeah.

Especially because I'm your sister.

So, if I'm gonna protect
you, you have to stop talking.

Okay.

I saw him.

The other guy.

He shot Flaherty and took off,
just like Jonah said.

Okay, Lena's right.

Everyone needs to be quiet.

I'm gonna call this in.

[busy chatter]
[sirens whooping]

Jonah.

- Are you okay?
- I'm fine, Mom.

What were you thinking?

You could've been k*lled here.

I will not let the last words
with my children be in anger.

I love you.

So, given the circumstances,

no one with the last name Silver
is working this case.

I'm gonna need you to step in here.

- Take the lead.
- Okay.

We can work out the paperwork
with the badge later.

For now, it looks like
I'm officially Boston PD.

I'll run lead.

Officer Silver.

Per department policy,
after discharging your service weapon,

I'm gonna have to collect your firearm.

I think it might also be
a good idea to put Sean

- on administrative leave for a few days.
- SEAN: Wait, what?

Given everything that's happened,
I think he could use some time off.

Roger that, Superintendent.

- Wait.
- It's just for a couple of days,

to keep you off the books.

Otherwise, you can't help me
figure this thing out.

You are the only two cops
who I trust on this.

Do whatever you have to do,
find the truth.

We will.

- Walk her out.
- Okay.

Sometimes, as much as it kills us,

when it comes to family,
we have to take a step back.

Believe me, I know
what you're going through.

Thank you, Danny.

I got you.

Okay, Officer Reagan.

What do we got?

Okay.

Based on the blood here and here,

it looks like a through and through.

There should be a b*llet
lying around here somewhere.

And if we can find that...

Then we can prove it wasn't
discharged from Jonah's firearm

and that he didn't sh**t Ronan.

Right, and if he didn't sh**t Ronan,

the b*llet could lead us

- to whoever did.
- Right.

Now, where exactly
was this mystery sh**ter

that you and Jonah saw?

Somewhere over there.

- Somewhere over there?
- Yeah.

Or maybe you just forgot that I've known

how to spot when you're lying
since you were a little kid.

Except this isn't about how much candy
you and your brother ate on Halloween.

- This is serious.
- You don't think I know that?

No, I don't think you do.

Hey. Hey!

When you're a cop, you don't just carry
the weight of a lie on the job.

You carry it to the witness stand.

And a stupid-a*s lie
like you just told could be

the difference between
a k*ller walking free or not.

I get it, okay?

DANNY: You see that?

It looks like the b*llet
we're looking for.

That means it came
from that direction if it is.

Not that one, where you
allegedly saw the sh**ter.

You didn't see jack.

Thankfully, ballistics
can give us something

that we can actually work with,
Officer.

[door opens]

You know I would've been fine
at my own place, right?

Mom wants you here
so she can keep an eye on you.

You have a mild concussion.

Nausea, headache, sensitivity
to light, anything like that,

you have to go back to the hospital.

Don't try to tough this out, okay?

Okay.

I'll be back as soon as I can.

You're leaving?

I need to go by HQ and get ahead
of the questions from the brass,

but I want to prep you before
you give an official statement to I.A.

Do you really think I k*lled this guy?

[sighs]

It's not about that.

Right now, you're emotional
when you should be practical.

Promise me you will not talk
to I.A. before I say so.

Jonah?

Yeah. Yeah, I got it.

[sighs]

How long till we hear from ballistics?

Sarah's gonna have the report expedited.

- REPORTER [on TV]: This just in.
- We'll see.

We have breaking news
involving the corruption

inside District Attorney
Mae Silver's office,

which led to multiple
convictions being overturned.

Tonight, we've learned
that one of those convictions

now impacts the D.A. personally.

Seen here, D.A. Silver's husband,

Judge Ben Silver, was m*rder*d
just over a year ago.

The conviction in that case
was recently overturned.

DANNY: Wait a minute.

We got to see the uncut version
of that footage.

I think the whole thing's
probably on the Internet.

[reporter continues indistinctly]

What kind of sickos watch people
get m*rder*d on the Internet?

You mean other than us?

[g*nshots]

- Rewind that.
- Yeah.

Okay, pause right there.

- Son of a b*tch.
- What?

He's holding the g*n with his left hand.

LENA: We know you were angry.

We were all angry, but...

you know, we got to be smarter
than that anger.

I mean, that badge that you wear...

it connects us to a family
that is much bigger than us.

We have a responsibility.

I knew something was about to go
down, and I called for backup.

"Be in the right place for justice."

Those were your words.
[door opens]

I didn't mean the
right physical place, son.

[door closes]

I meant spiritually.

And, clearly, you're not there yet.

SARAH: Ballistics are in.

The b*llet recovered from the scene

was not fired from Jonah's weapon.

[sighing]

Finally. Everybody happy?

Unfortunately, there's more news.

- What is it?
- Ben's k*ller was left-handed.

Ronan Flaherty was found at the scene

with the g*n in his right hand.

It looks like Ronan Flaherty
did not k*ll Ben.

MAE: Wait a minute.

Flaherty took a plea deal,
so there was no trial.

It gets worse.

The b*llet that k*lled Ronan Flaherty was

fired from the same
weapon that k*lled Dad.

But that revolver was never recovered.

Flaherty said that he tossed it
in the harbor right after the m*rder.

Yeah, well, either somebody
fished it out or he was lying,

because the striation match
belongs to the revolver

- that was used tonight.
- SEAN: That would explain

why there weren't any extra
shell casings at the scene.

So Ronan was k*lled by his own g*n.

Or he was k*lled
by the left-handed sh**ter

in the video of Ben's m*rder.

But why would he go to prison
for a m*rder he didn't commit?

And if Ronan Flaherty didn't
k*ll our dad...

- who did?
- DANNY: I don't know.

But I'm gonna find out.

What's with the face?

[sighs] I got your text.

"Meet me here. Signed, Mr. Miyagi."

I assume there's some
"wax on, wax off" in my future.

Yeah. I can show you the ropes firsthand.

Teach you how to sweep the leg.

That's the bad guy's move.

Why don't you sit down, let's talk.

You want to tell me
what's really bothering you?

Because I know it's not my text.

I don't see how me covering
for Jonah is any different

than what you'd do for your partner.

Exactly, you don't see
how it's any different.

And that's because you got
about ten minutes on the job.

Yeah, and a lifetime of sitting around
the table with you, Grandpa and Pop.

[sighs]

Look.

You don't know it all yet, Sean.

But I have no doubt
that one day you will.

And I know you're worried
about your partner.

If you really want to help Jonah now,

find out who k*lled Ronan Flaherty.

You think that'll lead
to who actually k*lled Ben?

I sure as hell hope it does.

- Hey.
- How you holding up?

Oh, thank you for this.

[softly]: Here.

I don't know.

[sighs]
Look at that.

Oh.

LENA: Grandpa, I should've
known he was hurting.

Out of all of us, Jonah struggled
with Dad's death the most.

Now the one thing that I know

I can do to help him is the one thing
I'm not allowed to do: work this case.

[scoffs]

Do you remember
when you were in Girl Scouts?

You wanted to sell your cookies
on Charles Street,

where all the shops are.

Only your troop leader
wouldn't let you have that post

because that other girl in your troop

signed up for it first.

What was your friend's name again?

Katie Cooper was not my friend.
Not when it came to those cookies.

- Uh-uh.
- So you asked Ben

to let you set up shop at the courthouse.

Outsold the entire troop that year.

Yeah, turns out
court makes people stress-eat.

If there's one thing
I know about my granddaughter,

it's you always find a way.

Now, if there's a way to help Jonah

and this case without breaking any rules,
you will find it.

Yeah, just keep me updated
on the situation.

Thanks, Captain.

What was that?

- I'm on desk duty until I can...
- Jonah,

I explicitly told you not to talk
to I.A. until I could brief you.

My g*n wasn't the one that k*lled
Ronan. I didn't do anything wrong.

I just don't understand why I
have to keep explaining myself.

Jonah. Sit down.

And tell me everything
you just told those officers.

You can start with
how you located Ronan Flaherty

in the first place.

Well, I know that Ronan hangs
at a housing project,

the Bromley-Heath.

So I went there at night,
and I safely tailed him.

- Where did he go?
- Bunch of places in Mattapan.

Looked like he was tailing somebody else.

Who?

Some guy in a blue b*mber jacket.

He went into a bunch of places,
came out with thick envelopes.

What? Cash? Like protection payments?

Could be. He-he left a packie
on River Street,

then he went to the old,
abandoned Franklin Hall building,

and-and that's when I saw Ronan
pull his g*n and he went inside.

And it seemed like an armed robbery, so
I called for backup, I followed them in.

And then a third guy, he just
appeared out of nowhere and shot him.

- Did you get a look at him?
- No, he had on a ski mask.

He just shot him and then took off,

and then blue b*mber did the same thing.

I-I jumped in and I did CPR on Ronan,

and then you guys showed up.

So this mystery sh**ter was
deliberately gunning for Ronan

just as this other guy runs off?

- What, like an ambush?
- Yeah. Yeah, it seemed that way.

Okay.

I'm gonna need you to tell me
every single store

that blue b*mber guy went into.

Right now, that's Danny's best lead.

[knocking]

Madam Attorney General.

Thank you for coming.

I've been briefed on what happened.

I'm sorry.

What can I do for you?

Physical evidence has come to light
proving Ronan Flaherty's innocence.

[scoffs]

That's not what I expected.

I'd like the case files
from my husband's m*rder trial.

Come on, Mae.

That's an outright conflict of interest.

It's why the case was

turned over to my office
in the first place.

Flaherty's conviction in Ben's
m*rder was recently overturned.

Due to corruption in your office.

Corruption that may have
tainted Flaherty's case,

but I'm in the discovery phase
of a new case,

whether A.D.A. Beakman
should be prosecuted

for Flaherty's tainted conviction.

Not Ben's m*rder.

Hmm.

Clever work-around.

Discovery only.

No investigating. No probing.

- No depositions.
- No problem.

Hey, bro, what's up?

Still waiting for I.A. to clear me.

What are you doing here?

Shadowing my dad today.

Listen.

I know I should've told you
what I was doing.

I just, I didn't think you'd get it.

Jonah, my mom was k*lled
by Mano Sangriento.

It's a cartel.

You losing your dad to a street
g*ng like the Red Saints?

I might be the only person
in the whole world

who actually does get it.

Thank you for helping me with this.

Well, I'm not sure yet what it gains us.

- Certainly won't bring Dad back.
- No, it won't,

but the person who actually
k*lled him is still out there.

And our family has been living

with a false sense of closure
this entire time.

We need to know what really happened.

I need to know.

Well, whatever happened is
connected to the Red Saints.

And if something was botched,

it certainly didn't happen on BPD's end.

From what I can tell,
we followed procedure.

I can't do this.

I know it's hard, sweetie.

But your dad deserves
the justice that he won

for so many others.

[sighs heavily]

SARAH: Okay, this is strange.

Apparently, when this evidence
file was originally submitted,

it had 148 pages.

But when the A.G.'s office
went to trial, it only had 143.

What happened to those five pages?

And what is in them?

[sighs] BOLO printouts, huh?

Welcome to desk duty.

All right, well,
when you're done with those...

What's all that?

If Dad's k*ller is still
out there, we have work to do.

But we're not on the case.

No, we're not on the case officially.

But we can look at other cases.

Like other cases involving
the revolver that k*lled Dad.

You want to track the g*n's history

through b*llet striations?

Exactly.

'Cause the g*n's b*ll*ts
are like fingerprints.

- Right.
- So, surely, we can find

something on that revolver
that connects the g*n

to the murders of Ronan Flaherty and Dad.

Let's do it.

You take this half, I'll take the other.

[Lena sighs]

[rock music playing faintly
over speakers]

[door opens, entry bell chimes]

Wondering if you can help us out.

Guy came in here two nights ago.

- Dark blue b*mber jacket.
- Don't recall.

Well, I'll make it easy on you, then,

charge you as an accessory
and bring you downtown.

He runs with the Bunker Hill
Boys, all right? Goes by Rabbit.

Has he got a government name,
this Rabbit?

- We ain't exactly besties.
- [phone buzzing]

We're gonna need the security footage
from two nights ago.

Yeah, okay.

You ghosting Penny?

Dad, please don't ever say "ghosting."

- What?
- Ever again.

And no, we're just...

We're on a break right now.

Just saw you ignore her call, that's all.

I'm a very good listener, if
you ever want to talk about it.

I'm good, Dad.

Copy of that footage is downloading.

What else can you tell us about Rabbit?

Guy comes by every week or so.

Always cleans me out
of energy drinks and those

- and just takes off.
- Wait.

These ones here?
He always takes these gift cards?

Makes me activate them and never pays.

Do you have
the activation numbers on file?

Mm-hmm.

Okay, good. We're gonna
need those with the footage.

What are you thinking?

Yakuza Assassin.

It's like an online RPG game, right?

- A what?
- It's a role-playing game.

It's like cops and robbers,
but doesn't matter.

If Rabbit's a gamer, I think
I know how we can find him.

Huh.

Starting to think like a Reagan.

SARAH: Thank you for meeting with me.

I was sorry to hear you're no longer with

Attorney General Garner's office.

Can only imagine how tough an
environment that must've been.

I was a good paralegal.

Too good, I guess.

Spencer, did your reassignment
have anything to do

with my dad...
Judge Silver's m*rder trial?

I built a flawless prosecution file.

Everyone was pointing to
Ronan Flaherty for the m*rder.

For the most part,
he did look good for it, but...

But what?

There was additional DNA
recovered at the m*rder scene.

A hair fiber in the sh**ter's ski mask.

It wasn't a match to Ronan.

So, who did it match?

Nobody in the system at the time.

So Cole, the A.G.A. who tried the case,

told me to suppress it.

Said it could've come from someone else
wearing the mask prior,

or even a contaminant at the scene.

You think it's from a different suspect.

Yeah, but in his mind,
it didn't match Ronan,

so it was irrelevant.

Said the evidence
we had against him already

was solid enough for a swift conviction,

which is what A.G. Garner wanted.

- Did she know about this?
- I don't think so.

And when Cole said he wanted me
to suppress evidence,

I tried going over his head.

But before I could speak with her,

I got reassigned as a records clerk.

So there could be DNA from
Judge Silver's actual k*ller

in evidence right now?

Correct.

["Paper Thin" by Lianne La Havas
playing]

♪ Paper thin ♪

♪ God only knows the pain you're in ♪

♪ But the future's bright ♪

♪ You've got God on your side ♪

♪ He's listening ♪

♪ Love yourself ♪

♪ Or else you can't love no one else ♪

♪ I know your pain is real ♪

♪ But you won't let it heal ♪

♪ That's enough ♪

♪ I know you're made of better stuff ♪

♪ Baby, mm. ♪

[door opens, closes]

- SARAH: Mom?
- Yeah, I'm in here.

I found the paralegal

who hid the missing pages
from Dad's m*rder file.

You won't believe what he told me.

Try me.

Garner's office withheld
evidence suggesting someone else

was at the scene of the sh**ting.

The attorney general's office
withheld evidence?

A hair in the ski mask that
doesn't match Ronan Flaherty.

Whose was it?

Wasn't a match in the system then.

So I've had it sent
to the lab for retesting.

It can't hurt.

Unbelievable.

Heads should roll
in Garner's office for this.

Do you remember David Laughlin?

What, the real estate developer
who wanted to build

- that mega mall in Mission Hill?
- Mm-hmm.

Well, turns out he was in chambers
the day before your dad was m*rder*d.

How do you know that?

[Sarah gasps]

I know, I know.

We tried to steal that key
so many times when we were kids.

Dad never wanted us to see
anything in his desk

related to his cases.

Only made us want to see 'em more.

You ever hear of a defense
attorney named Julien Singleton?

Julien Singleton of Becker and Wolfe?

Yeah. He's the lawyer for Ronan Flaherty

- and the Red Saints.
- He also reps Laughlin.

He was in that same meeting
with Laughlin and your dad.

When I collared Connell Walsh
on warrant day in Bromley-Heath,

he told me if I wanted
to know more about Dad's k*ller,

I needed to look at the Red Saints.

Now you're telling me
their lawyer also represents

the real estate developer that
Dad was in a legal w*r with?

- Yep.
- Can we connect them?

Singleton is too smart and too
slimy. He's never gonna crack.

If I need to find a link, I
need to go directly to Laughlin.

LENA: Fully cleared for duty.

- How?
- I talked to I.A.

They went over your statement.

Combined with ballistics results...

And because you stepped in.

I keep on telling you, I am a grown man.

I don't need you coming in and just...

Okay, well, then I can
take this back to I.A.

and you can ask
for your sidearm yourself

if that makes you feel more grown.

I'm just wondering
if there will ever come a time

in this family
when you guys stop treating me

like a little kid.

[sighs]

Okay.

You know, Jonah, as your big sister,
there's never gonna be a time

where I don't worry about you ever.

I'm not gonna apologize for that.

You've only been
a police officer for so long,

but you've been my little
brother your entire life.

All right, now, come on.
We got a ballistics hit

from the revolver we've been hunting.

- Really?
- It's from an old unsolved case.

The officer who filed
the report, Seville,

he owes me a favor,
so it's time to cash in.

LAUGHLIN: Look, it's no
secret that your husband and I

had differing opinions
on how best to serve

the Mission Hill community.

You thought it best to force
people out of their homes.

People who worked hard their whole lives

for the little they had.

Ben disagreed.

I argued that it would
provide jobs for the community,

raise the property values of their homes.

- And it has.
- Homes they now have to sell

because they can no longer
afford to live in them.

I tried coming to an agreement
with Judge Silver

at the settlement conference,
which he agreed to.

But he still denied your appeal.

Promises were made.

My investors were furious.

Some of 'em even bailed.

Were your investors
furious enough to hurt Ben?

Seems pretty convenient
that you got a new hearing

after he was gone.

I've come a long way from
Bromley-Heath, where I grew up,

and I can assure you,
Mrs. Silver,

that I left
that kind of dirty business

that you are accusing me of
back on the neighborhood streets

when I left.

In fact, I am offended
by what you are implying.

If you have any other questions,

my assistant can refer you
to my attorney.

Julien Singleton.

I'm sure you know him.

I am sure I do.

SEAN: You sure we got the right spot?

I gave the game card receipts to
the investigator from Digital Crimes,

who passed them on to the gaming company.

They confirmed that the IP address

matches the address of this
house, so yes, I am certain.

I'm just saying,
it's been two hours, and, uh,

no sign of Rabbit.

Well, I'm sorry it's not as fast
as Jacuzzi Assassins,

but in real life,
chasing bad guys takes time.

It's "Yakuza."

Is this how Grandpa taught you?

Yeah.

And he would be very proud

of two generations of Reagans
working a case together.

[tires squealing]

Hey. Is that him right there?

- All right, let's go.
- No, no, no, no.

- Wait.
- What?

We'll wait till he gets out of
the vehicle, then we approach.

[motorcycle engine revving]

Who the hell is that?

Come on.

[motorcycle engine revving]

Get his plate.

Call it in!

I'm on the motorcycle!

Call it in!

[siren wailing]

[tires screech]

Hey.

[grunts] Come on.

[engine revving]

DANNY: This is Oscar-805.

I'm in pursuit of a suspect
on a motorcycle, heading...

...west, uh, toward Bunker Tenements.

[tires screeching]

[engine revving]

Come on, you son of a...

Oh, you're mine now, buddy.

[tires screeching]

[driver groaning]

[groaning continues]
Damn it.

Hey, hey. It's okay.

Sit back. Sit back. I'm a detective.

I'm gonna get you some help,
all right? Just look at me.

It's okay. You're okay now.

[indistinct police radio chatter]

Guessing Rabbit didn't make it.

[Sean muttering]

You okay?

If you hadn't stopped me right
before the expl*si*n, I, uh...

Can't stop thinking, uh...

I know.

You almost died in a fire yourself.

Mom. I was, uh...

[sniffles]

I was gonna say Mom.

[sighs]

You gonna be all right?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

- Yeah, we got a case to solve.
- Whoa, No, no.

- Slow down. Slow down.
- I'm good.

The worst thing you can do when
you've been through something

is act like you haven't
been through something.

Breathe.

[shuddering]

In for four.

[inhales]

Hold for seven.

Out for eight.
[exhaling]

Okay. Now, talk me through the case.

[shudders, exhales]

Where'd you learn that?

Your great-grandfather taught me.

Now, come on. Talk me through it.

Okay. We know who shot Ronan
wasn't sure how much Rabbit knew,

so he didn't want him talking, either.

Exactly. Mission accomplished.
What else?

We got to figure out
who was on that bike.

Spoken like a detective.

The suspect ran off, but he was injured.

CSRUs are scrubbing the motorcycle

for any DNA they can find.

Come on.

Okay. [sniffles]

LENA: All right, good news first, then.

Danny and Sean found your mystery guy

in the blue b*mber jacket.

Bad news is somebody k*lled him
before they could talk to him.

Are Danny and Sean okay?

Definitely. I should've led with that.

Sorry. But the k*ller did leave a clue
that they are gonna follow up on.

But you been quiet the whole ride back.

What's on your mind?

It's just something
about Officer Seville's story.

What, you don't buy it?

I don't know. It's not that.
It's just...

He said he got into a sh**t-out

with a perp who was trying to set fire

to a bunch of homes
in a Dorchester gated community.

Right.

And that one of the b*ll*ts missed him,
sparked, and caused the would-be arsonist

to catch fire on his left arm.

I'm willing to bet all seven pair
of my vintage Nike Royales

that this guy
was g*ng-affiliated.

You know you got more shoes than
me and Sarah combined, right?

- Yeah.
- So what makes you think

this perp is g*ng-affiliated?

We need to take a look
at my body cam footage.

[grunting]

SEAN: BPD! Move!

- Get back!
- JONAH: Whoa.

[clicks key]
See that?

On his left arm?

I noticed it during the fight.

Now, Officer Seville already confirmed

that the Dorchester perp
had burn marks on his left arm.

And we matched the b*ll*ts at the scene
to the revolver that was involved

in Ronan's m*rder and Dad's.

[sighs]

[g*nshots]
[Lena groans]

JONAH: See that?

LENA: Why didn't anybody
clock this before?

'Cause nobody was looking for it.

This is the guy who m*rder*d Dad.

[jingling softly]

MAE: Thank you, Julia.

Mr. Singleton, I'm sorry
to keep you waiting.

Please have a seat.

These are billable hours.

You're welcome to come
back later. [chuckles]

Well, that won't be necessary.

I just needed to pull
some property records

belonging to David Laughlin's
real estate group.

[clears throat]
Look, Mae...

That's "Madam District Attorney."

[sighs] I'm not sure why you
asked me to come down here,

but if you think I would violate
my client's right to confidentiality...

I'm working on a case that only
your firm can help me with.

Please.

What's the case?

Well, I can't really
give you any details.

You know, confidentially and all that.

If you could tell me about any

real estate deals brokered
within the last 12 months

through this company,
Harbor Holdings.

LENA: So I spoke to
Officer Seville again.

He cannot confirm for us

that the amateur arsonist
from the Dorchester property

was affiliated with the Red Saints g*ng.

It's the same guy.

But how do we prove it?

I had the lab retest the hair
that was in that ski mask.

This time, it came back
with a match to this guy.

Popped for disorderly conduct

in a bar in Bromley-Heath
a few months back.

That's him.
That's the guy from the fight.

Scumbag's name is Doyle O'Keefe.

We just came from the evidence lab.

After O'Keefe bombed Rabbit's car,
he crashed trying to flee the scene.

But he left fresh blood on his motorcycle
before he ran off.

So we know Doyle O'Keefe k*lled Rabbit

- because his DNA's on the bike.
- Yeah.

Which matches the mystery hair

that doesn't belong to Ronan Flaherty

found in the ski mask at Dad's m*rder.

Well, we also like O'Keefe
for Ronan's m*rder.

- LENA: You do?
- The b*llet used to k*ll Ronan

came from the same g*n
that O'Keefe used to k*ll Ben.

SEAN: But it's also
looking good at tying

the bike back to the Red Saints as well.

- How?
- DANNY: CSRUs were able to find

this little halo-shaped emblem

on the brake caliper
of O'Keefe's motorcycle.

Apparently, all the bikes
in town that have that

come from only one
shop, Crimson Customs.

A Red Saints hangout.

So Ronan was ambushed.

But why exactly would O'Keefe
want to k*ll a member

of his own g*ng, the Red Saints?

- Why would he want Ronan dead?
- SEAN: Yeah.

Why would Ronan take the plea
if O'Keefe k*lled Ben?

g*ng members have been known
to eat bids for each other.

Like an initiation.

My office generated a lot
of heat when Ronan got out.

O'Keefe wanted to make sure he was

gonna stay quiet about Dad's m*rder.

- This is really solid evidence.
- DANNY: Solid evidence

that I could use to head over
to Crimson Customs

and arrest Doyle O'Keefe
for the m*rder of your father.

- Sean, come with me.
- SEAN: All right.

I would be stupid to believe
you're actually gonna stay clear

of where Dad's k*ller is being arrested.

You only observe.

And you make sure that he does.

And, Lena, make sure Danny gets this guy.

Lena, I'm sorry.

About how I've handled all of this.

You made some mistakes.

Jonah, I got to give it to you.

At the end of the day,

you really put some solid pieces
together for this case.

I learned from my big sis.

[both chuckle softly]

Come on.

Where the hell is this guy?

Who was it that talked to me
about cop work and patience?

Was that, uh...

- Was that you?
- Yeah, it was me.

At least you're paying attention.

Which is impressive.

Despite your initial lack of judgment

in lying to me about what you saw.

Yeah.

But impressive.

Can you believe that
smug b*stard Laughlin sat there

and tried to gaslight me?

Now we know how these
Red Saints members

have such high-level representation.

He was protecting them.

And his firm, Becker and Wolfe,

did real estate deals
with Harbor Holdings,

the shell company that Laughlin
does business through.

And the property records show a transfer

from Laughlin to Doyle O'Keefe,

who now owns a chop shop
in Bromley-Heath.

Crimson Customs.

Red Saints' territory.

Danny's there now.

I did some digging, too.

So, that transfer was dated
two days after Dad's death.

No other paper trail.

No bank. No escrow.

No money exchange at all.

I think Laughlin hired Doyle
to k*ll your dad

after he denied his development appeal.

It's my turn
to have a chat with Laughlin.

That's him.

LENA: Danny, I've got
eyes on him. He's coming out.

You got him?

There he is.

I got him. Approaching now.

You sit tight.

And watch my six.

Doyle O'Keefe. A word?

[horn honking]
[tires screech]

[door opens]

He's doubling back.

Whoa.

I'll flank him!
You take the alley!

[takes deep breath]

DOYLE: Drop that.

[g*n drops to ground]

You k*lled my dad.

The judge?

Why?

Wasn't personal. It was just a job.

[g*nsh*t]

[Doyle groaning]

[Doyle drops to ground]

[Doyle continues groaning]

LENA: Jonah!

Hey! Stay down! Lay on the ground!

- Down!
- Get your a*s on the ground.

LENA: Get down!

Give me your hand.

[handcuffs clicking]
[Doyle groaning]

I think that's the revolver
you were looking for.

A lot of bodies on that g*n.

I just want to know about one.
What'd you mean when you said

- my dad was just a job?
- Whoa. Whoa! Hold up.

What'd you mean when you said
my dad was just a job?!

- Huh?! What'd you mean?!
- Jonah. Hey!

[shushing]
[panting]

Breathe in. Breathe in for four. Ready?

[inhales deeply] Come on.

Breathe in. Hold it for seven.
Hold it for seven.

Hold it for seven. Okay.

Okay, now breathe out for eight.
Breathe out.

Breathe out. Breathe in for four.
[inhales deeply]

Hold it. Hold it for seven, okay?

Breathe out for eight.
[exhales]

Breathe in. Okay?
[panting]

You good?

I'm good.

DANNY: Doyle O'Keefe,

you're under arrest for the
m*rder of Ronan Flaherty

and Bryan "Rabbit" Flynn.

And once we process this revolver,

for the m*rder of Judge Ben Silver.

He's all yours.

Why don't you two get him out of here.

LENA: Let's go.

You okay?

Yeah.

That's how you help your partner.

That's my first time firing my weapon.

I know.

Take a minute with it. You'll be okay.

You were a damn good cop today, son.

[sighs]

So, we need to get back
to him tomorrow, okay?

Officers.

How can I help you?

You can start by explaining

your association with Doyle O'Keefe.

Let's move this into my office,
Miss, um...?

Superintendent Sarah Silver.

And, no, we're fine right here.

Your mother is still grieving.

Now, I don't know
what she's told you, but...

I did my own digging.

You and Doyle's dad came up
together in Bromley-Heath.

Before he got life in federal
prison for running g*ns.

Maybe he left
a vintage revolver to his son?

[scoffs]

Last time I checked,

there's no law against coming up
in a rough neighborhood.

No, but there are laws against m*rder.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

You were snatching up
all the land around Boston

before my dad handed you
your a*s in court.

I'm guessing that Crimson Customs

was part of Doyle's payment
for murdering Judge Silver?

Lawyer.

Ordering a hit on a judge
was dumb enough.

Ordering a hit on a father

fiercely loved by his family of cops...

biggest mistake of your life.

David Laughlin, you are
under arrest for conspiracy

and the m*rder for hire
of Judge Ben Silver.

["If You Got a Problem"
by Joy Oladokun playing]

So, you found a way to be helpful.

I did.

Not only that... Jonah helped me, too.

He helped all of us.

Ah.

Look at you two.

Making a way in the wilderness.

[laughing]: Amen.

♪ When the light is gone ♪

♪ And you're on your own ♪

♪ You've been trying,
but the fight never goes away ♪

♪ And you don't know when ♪

♪ The sun will shine again ♪

♪ All you got to do is look my way ♪

♪ If you got a problem ♪

♪ I got a problem, too ♪

♪ I don't know it all ♪

♪ But I know how it feels to fall ♪

♪ With a helping hand ♪

♪ You'll find your feet ♪

♪ If you got a problem ♪

♪ I got a problem, too ♪

♪ If you're standing at the bottom ♪

♪ I'll reach out for you ♪

♪ If you got a problem... ♪
[door closes]

- Glad you're here.
- Thank you.

Hope we're not imposing on you guys.

Oh, of course not.

Anybody who helped solved Dad's case,

officially or otherwise...
[chuckles softly]

- ...is welcome here tonight.
- SEAN: How you doing?

- Thank you.
- JONAH: I'm good. I'm good.

DANNY: I'm just glad we
could help the family out.

Man, what you did for me in that alley...

Jonah.

I always got your back, bro.

Is that Dad's 20-year-old
Macallan whisky?

Yes, it is.

Every time Ben won a case,

we would sit right over there
on that sofa and snuggle up,

and we would raise a glass
of this lovely Macallan

- and celebrate his win.
- Thanks.

And I'd say we all got a win today.

LENA: Mm.

I raise a glass with infinite
gratitude for the love we had,

the family we built...

...and friends we met along the way.

To Ben, the love of my life.

We honor his life and entrust
him to God's eternal peace.

Amen.

OTHERS: Amen.

Oh, yeah.

Ooh-wee.

That badge looks good on you, Danny.

Oh, thank you.

Hey, I can't call you
"Brooklyn" anymore, huh?

No, you can still call me
"Brooklyn," Beantown.

- [Lena laughs]
- But, uh, it does feel nice

to wear the same badge as my son.

And my partner.

- LENA: Hmm.
- SEAN: Now there's always

another Reagan on the force
to watch your back.

Well, it's not just Reagans.

Counts for us Silvers, too.

To the Reagans and the Silvers.

Our little Beantown family.
[laughs]

[glasses clinking]

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