Boston Blue

-* I want to be praising him * -* I'm gonna be praising him *

-* Praising him. * -(song ends)

There wasn't a dry eye in the house

during your sermon today, Reverend.

Oh, thank you.

The message always resonates

when the words come from the heart.

I care deeply about suicide prevention.

You know, it wasn't that long ago when taking your own life

-was seen as a grave sin by the Church. -Mm.

Finally come to the notion that a true believer

can't lose their salvation.

Ephesians 1:13-14.

Once saved, always saved.

Oh, you know your Scripture.

Well, years of Catholic school and catechism class

baked into this brain.

I know you haven't chose a parish yet,

but my door is open until you do.

DANNY (chuckles): I could probably use a few hours of confession.

You know, we Baptists, we confess directly to God.

-Ah, yes. Right. -There's no middleman,

but I'm always here if you want to get something off your chest.

I appreciate that.

You pile any more food on that plate,

this charity breakfast might be a net loss for the congregation.

You gonna eat all that?

Well, I'm gonna try.

I don't know why it's a thing to invite Rodgers for Shabbat.

We all know him.

He was your partner before he was your boyfriend.

Yes, but a relationship is not there yet, Mom.

I want to take it slow.

I just think you don't want to trust anybody again.

But I don't see you giving relationship advice

to Sarah or Jonah.

Just instilling my wisdom.

Well, maybe she's leaving her options open

with so many eligible bachelors around.

Right, Danny?

-Me and Danny? -(phone dings)

I would smother him with a pillow on our honeymoon.

-(laughs) -Well, at least that means

you would've said yes to the proposal.

Body in Hyde Park.

-We got to roll. -Excuse me.

Sorry about that.

Love you both.

Okay, I think she's done throwing up.

It's mostly dry heaves now.

She dressed and ready to go?

She is in no shape to go to school, Seth.

Well, she should have thought about that last night

while she was pounding wine coolers at Amber's house.

Hugging the toilet will be more of a lesson

than anything she's gonna learn at high school today.

No. She's going.

And there will be more consequences,

not the least of which is a week without screens.

You got that, Phoebe?

Dad, come on. You're not serious.

That's exactly what I said when I heard you sneak into the house

at 2:00 a.m. Let's go.

-Dad, I don't feel good. -Go!

Don't even get me started on your rinky-dink tunnels, okay?

We got the Lincoln, Midtown, Holland, we got Battery.

-Tunnels? -Yeah.

Dude, that's a weird flex.

You don't think architecture's cool?

Do you hear these questions before you ask them,

-or do you just... -(horn blaring)

Did that just happen?

Central, show Jake-101 responding to a crash.

Sir!

Sir, are you injured?

: The friggin' guy came out of nowhere. He cut me off.

Sir, we saw the whole thing. Nobody cut you off.

Ah, go back to your car.

Go... go get some doughnuts,

catch some real criminals or something.

Sir, we need you to step out of the vehicle.

I don't got to do jack.

Sir, if you're not gonna get out of the vehicle,

we're gonna have to pull you out.

Okay, come on.

-Hey, don't touch my car! -Come on.

-Come on. -Back down! -Hey, sir!

Hands behind your back!

-Come on! -Hey, get your hands off me!

-Get down! -No!

-You can't do this! -Behind your back!

-Hands behind your back! -What are you doing?!

I'm-a have you hanging off the back of a garbage truck...

Sir, you're resisting! -...by next week!

-(handcuffs clicking) -Sean.

Don't you put those cuffs on me. Don't you put those cuffs on me!

What are you looking at?!

But I thought things were going good with you and Rodgers.

They are, just not up to my mom's standards, I guess.

-I didn't really ask her opinion. -Please. Sorry, sir, sorry.

Excuse us.

Look, I'm not taking your mom's side,

but I'm just saying, when it's your kid,

-it's hard to bite your tongue. -(chuckles)

See? That's why I would smother you with a pillow, right there.

You know, you didn't have to laugh that hard

at your grandpa's joke.

It's not like I'm Quasimodo or something.

You even know who that is?

Yeah, he played football for Notre Dame.

He's one of the Four Horsemen,

the one with the hunchback, right?

Oh. Guess not.

It's okay, baby.

* *

: We were visiting my friend Miriam. It's her birthday.

We rang the bell to get buzzed in,

and a man came in behind us.

He wore a mask and a hoodie.

I-I don't remember his face.

It's okay. Take your time.

Tell me what happened next.

He pointed the gun at Matt's head, asking for money, and...

Matt got scared, so he dropped the flowers,

and he went to take his wallet out.

Matt was fumbling, and...

He shot him in the head!

He just shot him!

Y-You said you rang the bell. Did your friend buzz you in?

No, she never came.

I just grabbed Curtis, and I-I held him tight,

and I-I closed my eyes to pray,

and when I opened them, he was gone.

I'm gonna have the paramedics take a look at you

and make sure everything's okay, all right?

-We'll talk later on, all right? -(sniffles)

-I want to see my son. -Go ahead. Go ahead.

What's going on here? -(sighs)

That's my son!

: Let me see my son!

Hey! Hey, take it easy. -Let me go!

-Let me... -Hey, take it easy.

-Take it, take it easy. -(crying)

I need to see my boy!

It's best you don't see him like this, okay?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. Come on.

My... my son!

These officers are gonna take care of you.

My son! I-I just want to say goodbye.

You okay?

-(sighs) I don't know. Please. Please let me see him.

I can't leave him like this.

*

-You with me, Reagan? -Yeah, yeah. What do we got?

$200 pair of glasses on the console.

Those wouldn't have lasted ten minutes in this place

-with that broken window. -Agreed.

So, the car break-in just happened.

Likely interrupted by the murder.

Maybe we have a good witness.

Or a scumbag who went from jacking a car to taking a life.

We got to find this guy.

* *

-(sirens wailing) -Yo, yo, talk to these guys.

Oh, you really stepped in it this time.

Sir, we had no choice, okay?

We had the cuffs on before we knew he was Boston Fire.

Come around. Reagan, come around.

In delicate situations like this, we use extreme discretion.

Now, that did not happen here,

so now we do damage control.

The way I see it,

an exhausted fireman returning home from a long shift

fell asleep at the wheel, has an accident, no injuries.

No injuries? He punched my partner in the face.

And he wasn't exhausted.

-Are you... -He was wasted.

Are you lecturing me?

Sir. -No, sir.

We're not trying to be disrespectful, okay?

Oh, hey, did you hear that, everybody?

Probationary Officer Reagan wasn't being disrespectful.

Room! Attention!

At ease.

I understand we have a member of

the fire department under arrest.

Uh, yes, ma'am. We're... we're sorting that out.

I've been briefed. Seems cut-and-dry.

Aggravated OUI, assault and resisting arrest.

What's to sort?

Nothing, ma'am.

Nothing to sort out.

Excellent.

You two, walk with me. I need a word.

Well, that was embarrassing.

Not as embarrassing as having "Iron Jim" Kavanaugh

pound you like a chicken cutlet from Contessa's

in front of the entire station.

I don't need my big sister to come