Boston Blue

Special thanks to all of the officers who participated

in the Community Compstat meeting last night.

And one last thing:

Today completes

the official transfer of a detective

whose legendary career is short one privilege:

a tour on BPD patrol.

Not bad, Reagan.

Not bad at all.

Detective Danny Reagan,

you will be riding along as part of unit Jake-101.

Officer Sean Reagan, you know today's beat.

Show Danny the ropes, will you?

Take care of each other,

and take care of the city of Boston.

Dismissed.

Not for nothing, but I do not ever remember

the top brass doing roll call in New York.

What? I like to stay plugged-in at the ground level.

Just to be clear, I don't need to recognize

his detective rank today? Like, at all?

Oh, I know better than to tell two Reagans who's in charge.

We'll figure that part out between us.

But seriously, thank you for not making

too big of a deal of it in there.

Means a lot.

- Of course. - Yeah.

Now smile!

Say "Beantown."

- Thank you, partner. Thank you. - Beantown.

You're gonna want these photos one day.

- I want 'em right now, actually. - Yeah.

- Can you send me those? - Coming your way.

Wait, aren't you supposed to be clean-shaven?

Me? No, actually, I got a note from a doctor.

- No, you didn't. - Mm-hmm. - He did.

- It is on my desk. - Yeah.

I still know a few tricks from the old days.

You have a second?

Of course.

- Look at this. - Yeah.

You gonna be okay riding without me today, partner?

Oh, I don't know. Sherlock running the streets

- without Batman? - I know.

- It's gonna be tough on you. - Mm-hmm.

You still planning on going to see your dad?

Yes. In the afternoon, after my tour.

Look, if you want, I can go with you.

You know, for moral support.

I know it's not gonna be easy.

It feels like something I should do on my own, you know?

- Okay. - I got this.

I know you do.

I don't know how y'all do it in Schroeder Plaza,

but down here, when roll call ends,

typically we, uh, walk a beat.

- All right. - Wow.

Wow.

This should be fun.

So, a few weeks ago,

your mom authorized Yancey Wims

to get a wired confession from a gang member, Eric Harper.

- Yancey nearly died. - Yeah.

And to reduce his sentence, Harper gave us some intel

on a pipeline of contraband coming into the prisons.

- Drugs? - And more.

We got booze, cell phones

and even escorts on unapproved conjugals.

Charming. You talk to Warden Davis?

No. Harper claims there's guards involved,

so no telling how high that goes up or who we can trust.

This is beyond Narcotics,

so I was hoping you would approve a Major Crimes assist?

You wouldn't happen to know

Lena is riding solo today, would you?

- Yes, ma'am, I do. - Approved.

Is there something else?

Yeah. Uh...

About eight months ago, I, uh, submitted myself

to an open recruitment call by the DEA.

I, uh, passed the physical, I did the interviews, but...

never heard anything back, so, figured I didn't get it

or they just didn't bother to call.

Got this yesterday.

It's a job offer.

This is an incredible honor.

And well-deserved.

The post is in D.C.

Are you gonna take it?

DEA has always been a dream of mine,

ever since I saw that movie Deep Coveras a kid.

Such a cop thing to say.

- Does Lena know? - No.

And I really want this job.

I just, I don't want to ruin things between us.

And she's meeting her dad tonight,

so I figure it's a bad time to tell her

I want to take the relationship long-distance.

Most of what Lena is feeling right now

comes from being left in the dark.

Hiding this will only make it worse.

Yes, ma'am.

And Rodgers?

Congrats.

Thanks.

I was first on the scene.

When I arrived, I saw a homeless guy hiding near a cooler.

There was no sign of the suspect, but there had been

- a murder. - Objection.

The witness is giving his opinion.

Opinion? There wasa murder.

But upon your arrival, it was a suspected murder.

Mom...

Don't call me "Mom" at the office.

This is official trial prep for your first testimony.

You've got to take it seriously.

The defense is gonna try

and poke holes in your story.

Let's focus on the witness... the cashier, Mr. Fuentes.

Okay. When I arrived, I announced that I was BPD,

and I heard him call out from the back office.

From the back office and not the counter?

- No. - You didn't mention that in your incident report.

Is that a problem?

It's a big problem.

My key witness can't accurately ID the robber

if he wasn't at the front counter like he claimed.

- But we got the right guy. - That won't matter

if you and the witness say different things on the stand.

This was supposed to be a slam dunk.

If we drop the charges, the press

will call you soft on crime.

You've got to start gearing up for an election.

I know that. I know that Thad Longfellow

is just biding time until he announces that he runs.

Gather all the A.D.A.s.

We need to come up with a new plan.

I'm sorry.

No, there's no need to apologize.

This is why we prepare.

Starting from scratch, Charlie.

Yeah.

There's only so many ways

you can sneak contraband into a prison.

Right. Services that require supplies from the outside:

you got cafeteria, laundry, commissary.

Well, have you talked to the guards who were implicated?

They're all protected by the union,

- so we can't get to them. - All right.

So, what about the inmates who do those service jobs?

Tried that, too.

Hard guys doing hard time.

If we find out who's smuggling the contraband

- into prison, then... - Yeah, it'll cut off

their supply to drugs and girls

and whatever else they're into,

so nobody's gonna talk.

So, this prisoner list is useless.

- Hey, uh, Lee, there's something... - Wait,

So, prison is supposed to be rehabilitative.

Right? But what if we can find somebody

who it did work for?

Somebody who got out, who's willing to help us

shut down the contraband pipeline?

Just out of the goodness

of their recently rehabilitated heart?

There is a middle ground between gen pop

and people walking the streets of Boston.

Parole.

Yes.

Call it in.

12-Jake-101, show us responding to the B and E at 79 Grant.

Copy that, Jake-101.

You see that?

Looks like they broke the lock and chain.

Possible point of entry, investigating further.

Copy that, Jake-101.

Proceed with caution.

Grab it all! Take it all!

Grab the whole thing.

Grab the bottles as well.

Make sure you get it all.

Empty it out!

Come on.

Two suspects, one armed.

Ready?

Whoa, whoa. Hold on, rookie.

We fall back, call for backup, wait outside.

Make sure they don't escape.

Okay, fine. Call it in.

12-Jake-101, requesting immediate backup

to 79 Grant.

- Where's the safe? - Okay, please,

- please don't hurt me. - Scratch that. Suspect in immediate danger.

- Now we engage? - Now we engage.

- Boston Police! - BPD! Put your hands up!

Two guys from the B and E.

Stand right there.

One snub nose, two glass pipes,

three baggies of meth and a partridge in a pear tree.