This is Connor. Leave a message.
Connor, this is Detective Silver. Where are you?
Dispatch, Oscar 803.
Go, 803.
Shots fired, alley off West Broadway and Athens.
Send me a patrol supervisor and some units.
Copy.
Connor.
Oscar 803.
Show me at C Street. One vic,
multiple GSWs. Not conscious, not breathing.
Send H&H.
Suspect heading west in alley towards B.
Redirect units. I'm in pursuit.
I can't believe you say you don't like St. Patrick's Day.
Where's Lena?
She needs to hear this.
You don't like St. Paddy's Day?
I'm not saying that I don't like St. Paddy's Day.
That's not what I'm saying. I'm saying
it's just the parade. It's a nightmare.
Oh, what the hell, Jonah?
I'm overseeing operations this year.
You trying to jinx me?
Of course not. I'm sorry.
That's not what I'm trying to say.
What I mean is, you know how bad the parade
- can get. -How can you say that?
That's like the best part of the holiday.
Yes, even as a native New Yorker, I can admit,
it is the one thing that Boston
actually has over New York
is a great St. Patrick's Day parade.
People come from all over
the world to see your parade.
And that's the problem.
- You people... -"You people"?
- "You people"? - Okay.
-"You people"?
Wait a minute, "You pe--" This is your friend talking.
You know that's not what I meant.
- I didn't mean it like that. -I don't know what you meant.
What I was trying to say
is I'm sick of non-Bostonians,
coming here, like you two
lovely gentlemen, coming to my city
and tearing it up every year.
Okay, so you're saying
two Irishmen don't belong in Boston?
- You've got a point. -Thank you.
- But so does my little brother. - Thank you.
Why do you think our mom schedules her girls' trip
every St. Patrick's Day weekend?
To get away from you people.
Okay, I'm doubling down.
I'm just gonna say it again.
I can settle this. You guys have never had
a proper St. Patrick's celebration. That's the problem.
- That. - Family all together,
Mom's coddle with tripe. She only made it
- St. Patrick's Day. -Yes.
You're eating the cow's stomach. That's-that's disgusting.
- No. - Not when my mom made it.
One year, after she passed,
my aunt tried making the dish,
and, uh,
- that was disgusting. - Wasn't that bad.
Okay, it was
a culinary hate crime, but we can't let cow guts
ruin a wonderful tradition like St. Patrick's Day
in the Reagan family household.
In fact, next year, if you give us the weekend off...
- Don't hold your breath. - I won't hold my breath,
but if you do,
you come down to Brooklyn. I guarantee you,
within two minutes, you'll fall in love
with St. Patrick's Day, and the Reagans' traditions,
and, most of all, the parade.
Lena, when are you gonna get here?
- These Brooklyn boys-- - Yeah, we miss you!
See?
Yeah.
Hold on.
A volunteer on my parade security committee
was just murdered at the staging area.
I'm gonna go there now.
Do me a favor, track down the coordinator,
see if you can find out what the hell
- they were doing out there. - I'm on it.
Thank you.
Hey.
- How you holding up? - I'm fine, thank God.
Except for the whole suspect getting away part.
Connor Fahey.
You knew him?
So, I talked to him a little bit,
after I ran drills for the team last week.
- Mm-hmm. - Asked a million questions,
I gave him my cell.
Is there any reason he would've been out here at this hour?
We don't have another security meeting until tomorrow morning.
- So what happened? - I'm headed to Shabbat,
and he texts me that
there's some emergency down here,
near the parade staging area.
He wants to meet in the alley off of West Broadway.
By the time I arrive, shots are going off.
Hey, Brian Rodgers. The hell happened?
Why is your boyfriend here?
He is not my boyfriend.
Rodgers and I are dating.
It's exclusive but casual.
Yeah, that's called a boyfriend.
Superintendent. Hey.
I heard what happened. You okay?
Yeah, I'm good.
You, uh, come all the way to Southie to ask me that?
Well, yeah. And to see your face.
Hate to interrupt the vibe, but you know,
dead guy in a car.
-Yeah, sorry. - Of course.
Need a pair of, uh, extra hands?
Sure, yeah.
So, two GSWs to the sternum,
one to the lower back.
Looks like he was being chased to the car when bam,
first hit happens here.
He bleeds all the way to the front seat.
And he must've been pretty bad by then,
'cause he didn't drive off. Suspect arrives,
double taps him, and check out the tight grouping.
They know their way around a gun.
Yep, they sure do.
Let's see what we got.
Looks like the victim's blood on a marker.
It also looks like he left a message
before the suspect landed the kill shots.
"O-S-Z."
- Any idea what that means? -No,
but maybe next of kin will.
I'll handle notification.
Uh, you are definitely the boss,
but... it's me and Danny's case, right?
You know how rowdy
this parade has gotten over the last few years?
Uh-huh.
My mandate is to bring an end to all of that.
How's it look like I'm doing so far?
And I've got people to answer to,
so yes, it is your and Danny's case,
but I'm taking an interest.
Understood.
Well, then you won't mind if, uh,
Danny joins you for the interview?
In the meantime, I'll grab some unis and start canvassing.
I can canvass with you too, if you want.
Okay.
Well, you two enjoy your crime scene date night.
Thank you.
Ma'am.
You're just a hater, bro.
You haven't given me
one good reason why you don't like the St. Paddy's parade.
Okay. Hypocrisy.
Elaborate please.
The parade,
the entire weekend, it's just an excuse
to be a drunken, inconsiderate imbecile.
I mean, you're-you're Catholic. Tell me,
didn't St. Patrick stand for virtue and...
getting the snakes out of Ireland?
Well, the snake thing isn't true.
Oh, right, it was rats.
That's the Pied Piper, and he's not even a real person.
St. Patrick spread Christianity
throughout Ireland and championed modern engineering.
So that is what we should be celebrating. Not leprechauns
and getting your whiskey on.
I mean, I'm a Black Jew in Boston.
It's not easy, so faith and tradition,
they mean something to me, even if they're not my own.
Wow. Gonna have to nominate you for sainthood.
St. Jonah, patron saint of St. Patrick's Day.
I'm serious.
Honoring our holidays honors our history.
You cannot tell me that that parade honors yours.
I didn't know your brother well, but
I can tell he was a good guy.
The best.
When Ma died, I was only 16.
Connor dropped out of college to look out for me.
And now it's your turn to look out for him.
Help us find who did this.
Your brother
said there was an emergency on the parade site,
but nobody on the security committee
knew what he was talking about.
You have any idea what he was talking about?
I don't know, but he was working a case.
What do you mean, "he was working a case"?
Some kind of amateur police investigation?
That was kind of Connor's thing. He loved cops.
Everything about you guys. I mean,
his whole life, all he ever wanted
was to join the Boston PD.
He just couldn't pass the physical,
but he still had that itch,
so sometimes he'd, you know, look into things.
What things? Anything connected to the St. Patrick's Day parade?
All I know
is that Connor had the tail of something big,
Superintendent. And when he got
real proof, he was gonna give it to you.
Before Connor died,
he wrote this. "O-S-Z."
That mean anything to you?
No.
You said your brother was working a case,
doing an investigation.
Do you know if he kept any records, files,
anything that could be helpful to us?
I'm not sure,
but if he did,
it'd be on this.
Do you know his passcode?
Uh, no. I...
I'm gonna get this to the Cyber Crime Unit.
They won't be able to crack the code, but you never know.
You never do.
- Any luck? -Yes.
Rodgers and I found a witness who saw Connor
and some guy yelling at each other in the alley
off of West Broadway around the time of the shooting.
So maybe this guy pulled out a gun
- to end the argument? - Exactly.
He didn't get a good look at him,
but he said he was driving a blue pickup truck.
So you're scrubbing nearby traffic cams looking for it.
Smart. So, maybe Connor knew the shooter.
- Yeah, maybe. - Damn it, if we could only crack
the code of this thing.
You know, about that.
We thought that he was leaving us a message
before he died by writing down
the letters "O-S-Z" on the car seat.
But what if "O-S-Z" is actually numbers
0-5-2, which is part of the incomplete passcode
- to his iPad? It's a theory. -Maybe.
And the passcode has eight digits,
which means we only need the last five.
- I know what it is. - You do?
- He loved Boston PD, right? - Yeah.
He wanted to be one of us.
So his code, 0-5-2-6...
- 1854. - 1854.
What do those numbers mean?
So, if Connor was a superfan...
- Mm-hmm. - ...of the oldest and greatest police force
in these here United States...
Greatest would be the NYPD.
Eh, Boston PD...
...was founded
May 26,
- 1854. -1854.
- Would you look at that? - And look at that.
A video titled,
"The St. Patrick's Day Parade Investigation."
I don't know how you two do it.
When my investigation first began,
I had no idea it would lead to this.
I mean, a terrorist attack
against the St. Patrick's Day parade.
This-this is huge. As soon as I
complete tonight's surveillance, ID the suspects,
I'll bring my findings to Superintendent Silver.
This is the most important thing I've ever done in my life.
That's it?
The most important thing he's ever done in his life,
he hasn't told us one thing about
the terrorist attacks or the mopes who planned it.
They must've caught him snooping around,
getting on to their plans. That's why they shot him.
Any credible terrorist threats in your security briefing?
We've received dozens of threats, which is standard
for an event like this, but each one
was investigated and quickly ruled a hoax.
Well, we can't do that here.
Not with our sole witness lying in the morgue
with three bullet holes.
You know what this means, Sarah.
There's a credible threat
against the St. Patrick's Day parade.
Yeah, and we got less than 48 hours to stop it.
When have I ever needed your help solving a case?
Even when we were partners, you were just
my sidekick. A very pretty sidekick.
I'm kidding, I'm kidding.
I gotta go.
- Thank you. - Flirting with your boyfriend
on company time, doesn't that violate your "no PDA" policy?
Wow.
First of all,
Rodgers is-- Wait, you've been gossiping with my sister.
I would never snitch on your sister.
Well, I will tell you like I told her,
Rodgers is not my boyfriend.
But does he know that?
Yes, of course. We're just dating.
Well, then, sorry I brought it up.
Well, now you gotta spit it out. Come with it.
No, I'm changing the subject now
so I don't get in trouble with you.
Look, Rodgers is happy with us taking things slow.
Well, maybe he's happy that you're happy
taking things slowly.
All right. I heard he showed up at the crime scene last night
for a long time just to catch a few minutes
with you.
I'll meet you all in my office.
Superintendent,
how did the emergency meeting go?
We're beefing up parade security.
A terrorist threat and that's all the top brass came up with?
Watch it, Danny. I still have tactical command,
which includes the nuclear option.
Canceling the parade?
I will if I have to.
You'll be the most hated person in Boston.
I'll live.
And so will everyone else, which is kind of the point.
Let's make sure we don't have to cancel the parade.
Look at that.
Blue pickup truck.
Finally. Let's see what we got.
Registered to a Floyd Conkel.
Multiple arrests.
Two for assault,
one for unregistered firearms.
So, he's one of those sovereign citizens.
He has a lot of anti-government affiliations.
All the makings of a domestic terrorist.
- Go get him. - We're on it.
And last but not least,
brace yourselves for the hell
that is St. Patrick's Day weekend.
Sarge,
with all due respect, other than a few
drunken calls about leprechaun sightings,
how bad can it really be?
Listen, rookie,
it's like the Fourth of July and New Year's Eve
are having a baby
on a Super Bowl Sunday
where the Patriots win.
Is there any chance that we get assigned
to a car wash detail in the motor pool?
No such luck, Silver.
All right, take care of yourselves.
Take care of your partner.
And most important, take care of the people of Boston.
All right? Get outta here.
You know, I almost let all your parade bashing
- get to me last night... - Good.
...until I realized you were wrong.
Because despite the parade's flaws,
okay, it brings people together.
And, yeah, that might make a mess,
but it's worth it.
Sean, I don't know if that's the dumbest thing you've ever said,
but it's definitely top five. It's up there.
Listen, man, I love that holiday.
It's my favorite, and I'm not gonna let you ruin it for me.
It's my first time spending it away from home, okay?
So give this Irishman some grace.
Fine.
It's like that one guy said.
"Everyone is Irish
on the 17th o' March."
Okay.
Hey, love the enthusiasm. Hate the accent.
Never do that again.
Thought it was pretty good.
We're just gonna have a little chat, Mr. Conkel.
Take a seat.
You got no authority over me. I'm a sovereign de jure citizen.
No, you're an idiot.
Now sit down before
I slap the cuffs back on you and sit you down myself.
Sit down.
I'm not subject to your laws, all right?
Oh, yeah?
Even murder?
Is that Connor?
After someone put three bullets in him.
No, no, no, I didn't do this.
A witness saw you two having a screaming match in the alley
near where he was gunned down.
- That was a business dispute. - What business is that?
- Plotting domestic terror attacks? - What?
No, no, no, no. Hell no, no.
Look, I'm done talking to you, okay?
Mr. Conkel, you're
a sovereign citizen, but you do realize
you're about to become a citizen
of the Department of Corrections if you don't
start answering her questions.
Okay, look, I don't even know this guy.
He hired me online to set up a couple of surveillance cameras.
You see, that's my job. I'm a security specialist.
Set up cameras where?
In the alley. For 500 bucks.
When the job was done, he only had three.
And, hey, nobody messes with my money.
Really? Sounds like he just gave us motive.
- Yep. -What? No, no, no.
I swear I didn't do this, okay?
Connor was mad because I wouldn't
give him the footage until he paid.
Kept going on and on about this
being a matter of national security or some nonsense.
I don't know, but I'm telling you what I told him.
No money, no footage.
And then, I split.
When I did, he was very much alive.
So what are you saying, someone came up afterward and shot him?
Could be it was one of those guys.
One of what guys?
The ones that Connor wanted video footage of.
He said they kept coming up and down the alley at night
like they were up to something.
We're gonna need to see that footage.
So, Connor believed these guys are planning the attack.
Regardless, they're most likely the ones
that killed him and took shots at me.
Wait a minute.
Zoom in.
What is it?
The crown tattoo, the ghost hand.
That's Mano Sangriento.
Mexican cartel?
Yeah. That's why they executed Connor.
These guys are maniacs.
They will take out anyone who gets in their way
at any time by any means necessary.
Okay, well, how does this track?
Why would they plan an attack during the parade?
I don't know, but
this situation just got a whole lot worse.
Hey, listen up.
I'm pulling in Rodgers to help with this investigation.
I have less than ten hours
to decide if I'm canceling this parade or not.
- We got a Sangriento connection? -Yeah.
Appears to be three cartel members. You recognize them?
Did you run into them in the Narco task force?
Yeah, Miguelito Montes, Gustavo Reyes.
A couple of no-joke heavy-hitters
suspected in five homicides.
- What about him? - No,
I've never seen him before.
In all the surveillance footage,
he seems like the one who's calling the shots.
And is there any reason why Sangriento
would be involved in a mass casualty attack?
It's very odd.
Their business model is usually drug trafficking.
And revenge.
Trust me, I've crossed paths with these guys many times
in New York. I made a lot of noise,
did a lot of damage to their business.
One of their shot-callers had my wife killed.
If I've learned anything about these guys,
it is to never ever underestimate them.
Do you have any snitches in Sangriento?
Yeah, a, uh, bartender.
I'll give him a call.
Danny, I am so sorry.
I had no idea this is how your wife died.
How could you know?
It's not like I advertise it.
Honestly, I didn't even want to bring it up now.
It's just...
we gotta know who we're dealing with here.
- This job. - Yeah.
It takes a toll on us, but, uh, your family, that's...
Yeah. I know.
Doesn't make sense to me, either.
It's like we're pulling weeds sometimes.
You know, we pull, and more weeds just pop up,
and we pull again, and more weeds pop up,
and I wonder if it's even worth it sometimes.
Let your faith be your shield in times of doubt.
Wait, who said that?
St. Patrick.
You're good, Silver.
Real good.
It's from my brother Jamie.
- My nephew. - Oh...
look at little Joey Francis.
He's adorable.
- Yeah. - You Reagans really
go all out for this holiday, huh?
Yeah, we do the corned beef and cabbage
and the soda bread and the whiskey
- with the shamrock. - Oh.
But mostly it's about the times we spend together.
Well, I'm sorry you're missing it this year.
Yeah, well, duty calls.
Hey. Meeting my CI in 30.
Why don't you go with, and I'll...
I'll stay here and talk to the Feds.
Boston PD, open up.
Boston Police Department!
Open up!
We're responding to a call.
About the noise.
Uh, my bad, Officers. Just one sec.
What was that you said about
the St. Paddy's Day parade bringing people together?
Well, you were right, even underage drinkers.
Stay right there. Stay right there.
Hey, Prince Charming.
Turn off the music.
What the hell is that?
They're making BORGs.
What's a BORG?
"Black Out Rage Gallon."
Gets you drunk superfast so you can be
rushed to the hospital with alcohol poisoning.
We'll be quiet from here on out.
- Where's your parents? - On the Cape.
Yeah, get them on the phone. Everybody, IDs out.
You're all getting cited.
"Happy St. Patrick's BORG."
"Top O' the BORGin' to Ya."
"BORG at the End of the Rainbow."
That one's mine.
All right, so you're all getting summons.
If we see you at the St. Patrick's Day parade
with anything other than water,
you're going straight to jail.
-Hey, we're good, right? -Yeah,
my, uh, informant should be here in a second.
No, no, I, uh...
I'm-I'm talking about us.
- What? - Danny said something earlier.
You're happy with our relationship, right?
With us taking things slow?
- Yes, of course. - Great.
Thank you. That's what I thought.
You've dealt with your fair share of disappointing men.
Okay? Your father, the toxic ex.
Danny, he doesn't get it.
I know what your limits are in a relationship.
What?
You know what my limits are?
- Yeah. - That sounds like
you only want to take things slow to appease me.
- That isn't good. - That's not what I said, okay?
Well, then, why would you say...
- Lena. Don't. Okay. - ...my limits?
I'm good, okay?
Uh, my CI.
What's this? You brought a date?
Shut up.
All right, look, Gabriel, this is
Detective Silver.
You can trust her like you trust me.
It's nice to meet you.
Listen, uh, we got some intel
that Sangriento is gonna attack the parade tomorrow.
You know anything about it?
Look, who's this with Reyes and Montes?
He's never been in the bar.
You serve drinks to these guys all day long.
I'm sure you've heard something.
What have they been whispering about lately?
Nada.
Except that thing in Culiacán.
- Something happened in Mexico? - Some prosecutor
got stupid and put cartel members on trial.
Jefe made an example out of him.
Ordered a hit on his entire family.
Put the fear of God on anyone who even thought
about crossing Mano Sangriento.
But the matóns messed up.
Prosecutor's son got away.
- Where did he go? - Some say he came up here.
To Boston?
Listen, we need you to tell us everything you know
about this kid.
So, this is the Mexican prosecutor's son,
Javier Torres.
So, he escaped the massacre
of his family and he's probably hiding somewhere here in Boston.
Most likely near the parade route.
So, this is what Connor was on to.
He was right about the attack,
just wrong about the target. It's not about the parade,
it's about Javier.
This is Danny.
Hey, Danny, you're on with the team.
Hey, partner, I'm still at the FBI field office.
Their eggheads were able to ID the leader of these guys.
Luis Abarca,
also known as Carnicero.
- "The butcher." - Yeah.
And he's far from home. He's a Mexican national.
That's why no one around here recognized him.
Do the Feds have any intel?
Just that he's Mano Sangriento's most reliable hit man.
Wherever this guy goes, death is not far behind.
So it's up to us.
We have to get to Javier first.
Only how can we when we don't know where this poor kid is?
Photos of these suspects have been distributed.
Make sure your teams are on the lookout.
We're anticipating over a million spectators
at this year's parade, so they will be easy to miss.
Can't just rely on the luck of the Irish for this one, people.
Be vigilant.
We fail unless everyone goes home safe.
Now let's go do our jobs.
Nothing.
How is that possible?
Me, Danny, Rodgers, a bunch of unis
and detectives canvassed every
apartment building and business near that alley, twice.
Nobody has seen Javier or even know who he is.
That doesn't make any sense.
The suspects have been casing that area for days. Why,
if Javier is not in one of these buildings?
I've been thinking about that, Sarah. We're dealing with
a bunch of hardcore sicarios, right?
These folks are bold, brash,
they're afraid of nothing,
- and they want this kid dead. - Yeah.
So what are they waiting for then?
Why haven't they kicked in the door
of wherever he's hiding and shot him?
- Because they don't know where he is either. - Exactly.
But I think somehow they've figured out
where he's gonna be during the parade.
Speaking of, I need to get to my command post.
You and your team work out of my office.
And, Lena, find this kid.
What's wrong?
I thought this was your favorite holiday.
It was my mom's, actually.
She loved everything about it.
She'd take, uh, me and my brother,
a bunch of cousins to the New York parade every year.
We kept the tradition going after she died, but, you know.
It's just not the same.
- No. - Yeah.
It's easier when I'm around family,
but up here, it's just, you know...
You've gotta be kidding me.
Hey!
What, you're gonna try to run?
We know where you live. Get over here.
Give me your backpack.
It's not mine.
It's not yours? You're wearing it.
- Let's see what you got in here. - It's a BORG, isn't it?
Yep.
- "Sham-BORG Shake." - That's very clever.
Turn around, you're under arrest.
- Come on, give me a break. - You're under arrest. Turn around.
Dude, you can't be serious.
- Come on, give me a break. - No, man.
It's the parade.
Officers!
Come here.
- It's my puppy. My little puppy. - Sir, sir, calm down.
Calm down. What's wrong?
It's my dog, my... my little puppy.
Uh, he was here. I had him,
and then, I don't know. He wasn't here no more.
Okay, describe the dog for me and I'll put it over the air.
His name is Guinness.
- Really? - What?
I got him in Dublin.
What, you took him to a parade
when you were gonna get hammered drunk?
What the hell did you think was gonna happen?
Hey, hey, partner, partner, what's wrong? Relax.
Dude, this guy's dog's lost
'cause he's an idiot, and the BORG kid?
You're right, it's not supposed to be like this, man.
The parade sucks.
No, don't do that. Do not do that.
You know what? In honor of your mom,
let's redeem this thing.
Huh?
Hey, kid?
How'd you like a "get out of jail free" card?
Uh, yeah.
Your friends still around?
Of course, the Feds struck out on locating Javier.
- Really? - Yeah.
Well, take a look at this.
It's an old newscast from Mexico.
A report on the massacre.
That man in the striped tie and shirt
is Javier's father.
Guy tries to do right, make things better,
and his family gets killed for it.
Pause right there.
The woman on the right, look at her T-shirt.
That's Roxbury Brewhouse.
Yeah, it's a local spot.
Maybe she's Javier's Boston connection.
She probably snuck him over the border,
and hid him from the cartel.
- But who is she? - I don't know.
She could be family or a friend.
Well, whoever she is, she's gotta be a U.S. citizen
or a green card holder.
This is a New Year's Eve photo, yeah?
Maybe she went in for a visit, which means
there would be record of her going over the border.
Yeah, that would be nice,
but, I mean, we got a half million people
traveling between the U.S. and Mexico every day.
Okay, but we can narrow it down
if we just focus on people traveling from Boston
during the week of New Year's Eve.
Only trouble is we gotta get a warrant.
Markowski-- he could hook us up.
- Who? - He's a, uh, detective
that we used to work with. He's in Customs now.
I'll give him a call.
Let's hope he doesn't strike out, too.
Danny, let's go get some coffee.
- I'm good. - Nah, let's, uh,
let's go get coffee.
Okay.
Listen, if this case is hitting too close to home,
you can take a step back.
I'm good, I promise you.
I've just seen what these guys can do and how
they destroy families. We need to save this kid.
That's why we're doing everything possible.
Yeah. Except, shouldn't it be you who's talking to Customs
instead of your not-boyfriend? No offense.
I think Rodgers can handle it.
- Okay. - You know what else he can handle?
Taking our relationship slow.
Oh, so you talked to him?
Mm.
'Cause it seems like
he's more into you than you're into him.
- Really? - Mm-hmm.
I'm just saying, I don't want to see it
turn into a "Grampa clothes dryer" situation.
What?
My grandfather, he had a clothes dryer.
For 50 years, the thing worked like a charm.
Never had a problem.
But then, he got one of those double-stacks
with the washer/dryer, and he gave the old one
to my brother Jamie.
Joey Francis's father.
Joey Francis's father, and the thing broke
within six months.
- Okay. - Mm-hmm.
Uh, that's a lovely story.
What point are you making?
The point I'm making is my grandfather took care of it,
he nurtured it, he gave it a once-over every month.
But Jamie didn't put in the work?
No, Jamie never gave the dryer what it wanted or needed,
and... it broke down.
Make sense?
Yeah, it does, except you just compared my dating life
to your grandpa's old appliance.
Lena.
Well, you'll find out.
CROWD Guinness!
Guinness! Guinness!
Guinness! Guinness! Guinness!
Okay, shut it, shut it!
It's not gonna work, man.
No bad attitude when we're trying to perform
a St. Paddy's Day miracle, okay?
Again!
CROWD Guinness! Guinness!
Wait, wait, wait. Is that Guinness?
I thought he said he was a puppy.
Hey, buddy.
You're huge.
We've got Guinness.
I guess you were right.
The parade really does bring people together.
And you doubted me.
Okay, okay. Good boy.
- Go. - Good boy.
Guinness! Daddy's here, baby.
Oh, there he is.
Oh, oh, oh.
It's okay. It's okay, baby.
Over New Year's, 19,000 people
with Boston addresses crossed the Mexican border.
I will remove anyone who doesn't live in Southie.
Remove the men, too. And the women
under 30 and over... 55.
That cap.
I know that crest from somewhere.
I know I do.
That's Massachusetts National Guard.
Remove anybody who didn't serve.
Here we go.
Emily Braga. And her apartment
is off of that alley on the parade route.
- Let's go get Danny. - Good work.
What was I supposed to do?
I'm Javi's godmother. I-I--
I understand, I would've done the same thing, Ms. Braga.
Now, we just need to get you both to a safe house.
But do you have any idea how the cartel found you?
We were so careful, and Javi hasn't left this apartment
since I-I snuck him in here.
Wait, is this Javier's?
Yes.
All right. They might've tracked his computer.
Do you have a personal Wi-Fi router?
- No, we use the building's. - Now this makes sense.
They've been tracking his computer to the Wi-Fi.
That's how they know he is
in this building, but they have no idea which apartment.
They've been casing the place this entire time.
- He's not here. - What?
Of course he is.
No, he's not. We searched every room.
- Where would he go? - I don't know.
He's been complaining
that he wants to go out
and feel normal again,
but he knows the rules.
Guys, he's been on a social media site.
He's been DMing some girl.
You think he was catfished?
I do, and they had plans
to meet today at the parade.
So they lured him out with some
phony pic of a cute girl.
When were they supposed to meet?
Right now.
Great. That means we're too late.
Javier could be anywhere.
Yeah. Maybe we should split up,
cover more ground.
I'm gonna cut across the parade and head to D Street.
All right, I'll do the same and head towards C.
All right, I'm gonna go east.
- Careful. - You, too.
Excuse me. Police.
Step aside. Police.
Come on.
Excuse me.
Excuse me, ladies. Sarah, do you read me?
I got you.
Are you picking me up, boss?
Loud and clear.
Tac vest GPS trackers are online.
Okay, we're searching for Javier now.
Try using facial rec on the crowd.
Great idea, boss.
No sign of Javier or our suspects.
I got nothing on this side of the street.
Have responding officers report to their posts.
I got eyes on Javier.
Northeast corner
of D Street. Excuse me.
Police. Move out of the way.
Pull up CCTV.
Direct responding officers.
Watch out. Move it. Move.
Move! Excuse me. Step aside. Police!
Police. Step back.
I'm too far away.
I can't get through this damn crowd.
Danny, stay on them. I'll guide you from here.
I'm coming your way, Danny.
Lena, no.
Head north on 2nd. You can avoid the crowd
- and flank them. - On it.
Rodgers, I need you at Bolton and E
in case they retreat.
Copy that.
This doesn't make any sense.
It's just Reyes and Montes. Where is Carnicero?
Move out of the way!
Move!
I lost 'em.
Okay, they're heading north on D.
Yep, got eyes on 'em.
Lena, they're heading your way.
They've just turned left into an alley.
Do we have cameras in that alley?
We're blind.
Lena, watch out!
Lena?
Danny?
Report!
We're good.
Send backup. Now.
Lena?
Montes is down!
Roger that.
Reyes is down.
I don't have a shot.
Me, neither.
Don't let them hurt Javier.
Lena? Danny?
All suspects down.
You got him?
Yeah, I got him.
Hey.
Hey, come with me.
Come this way.
Hey, you hurt?
We got you.
Thank you.
So, Javier and his godmother are going into WITSEC.
Cartel won't be able to find them now.
But after everything that kid has been through,
he has a long, hard road ahead of him.
Let's not forget the good news, too.
The parade was a huge success...
- thanks to you. - No.
- No, no, no. - Mm-hmm.
No, thanks to everyone in this department.
And one other person.
You know, Connor may not be able to earn a badge
or become a cop,
but he served his city well.
You know what?
I'm gonna give him the Citizen of the Year award.
Hang his photo right here in HQ.
Hold up, Brian.
Hey.
- Hey. - You know, if we, uh,
work one more case together,
I'm gonna start to think we're partners again.
We're not partners, though,
anymore, huh?
We're something else.
You were lying to me earlier, weren't you?
When you said you were okay with taking things slow?
Yes. I want more out of this,
and it's been frustrating.
But, you know, it beats the alternative,
us not being together.
See, that's not okay. That's not okay.
I don't want this to turn into
a 50-year-old clothes dryer crisis.
Sorry, what now?
Uh, Danny told me a story. Um...
I don't want this to be a situation
where only one person's needs are being met.
- I'm not okay with that. - Okay, I know.
Wh-What are you doing, Lee?
- What, are you breaking up with me? - No.
No.
I'm kicking myself
'cause I haven't been honest about how I feel about you,
and about us, and I actually do
want to put in the work.
I want to do the maintenance,
I want to clean the gaskets,
I want to change out the filters, I want to do--
Okay, I-I am so confused right now.
I'm sorry. I like you.
I want to see how far this can go.
What do you have in mind?
♪ Through summers longing... ♪
What're you doing here?
I got a text from Lena,
said she needed help with something. You?
I got the same text from Jonah.
- Really? - I got here five minutes ago.
He said to wait till you arrived.
Silvers, what are you up to?
One sec!
How was your St. Paddy's?
Uh, it was good but, you know, not like home.
No, not quite.
How're you doin' there, boyo?
What's the craic?
Seriously, dude, what'd I say about the accent?
Why did your partner just turn into a pirate?
I thought it was great.
Thank you.
What's going on, Lena?
Why don't you come and find out, Irishman.
Ah, Irishman.
Let's go, aye!
- Happy St. Patrick's Day! - Happy St. Patrick's Day!
- Wow. -Yeah.
We got corned beef, we got soda bread,
we got whiskey with shamrocks.
And, uh, I even got your mom's coddle with tripe
recipe from your aunt.
Full disclosure,
I did a terrible job. It's disgusting.
Almost inedible, but it's here, so...
Yeah. Wow.
God, I would say something,
but honestly, I'm gonna get emotional if I do.
Just thank you all.
Here's an Irish blessing that we got from your aunt.
Now, as Reagans, we should
have this memorized. Son, I trust
- you remember it. - Yeah.
All right, why don't you kick it off?
May the road rise to meet you.
"May the wind always be at your back."
"May the sun shine warm upon your face."
LENA and BRIAN: "May the rain
fall soft upon your fields."
And until we meet again, may God hold you
in the palm of His hands.
Ah.
- Oof. - Oh, yeah.
Silvers, I gotta say,
you're batting a thousand so far.
There we go.
Oh, we're throwing garnishes
in my mother's house. Okay.
Well, it's what you do on St. Paddy's Day.
It's called drowning the shamrock.
Well, maybe in Ireland,
but not in a Black woman's dining room.
- It's tradition, Lena. - I'm all for tradition.
- There you go. - Yeah.
-All right. - You know what?
Mom's not here.
- Oh. - Okay.
Okay.
When in Boston.
Oh!
I knew I liked him.
- Now, you don't have to do it. - Mm-hmm.
Of course, it is bad luck if you don't do it,
but you don't have to.
Right. Okay.
- Come on. - All right, all right, all right.
Just don't tell Mom, okay?
Hey!
Happy St. Patrick's Day.
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