Boston Blue

Dawg, what is it with you and Springsteen?

Who doesn't love Springsteen?

I don't know. Anybody under 40?

Nah, you're sleeping

- on Springsteen, man. - I'm not sleeping on anything.

- Excuse me. Ladies. - No, no.

Ladies, ladies, this is -my friend Sean...

Hi, Sean.

Hi.

And we were just having a bit of a debate.

- Hi. - Hi.

We were hoping that you guys could help us settle it.

- What is this, trivia night? - Maybe.

I'm gonna say a name, you tell me the first thing

- that pops into your head. Okay? - Okay.

Bruce Springsteen.

Bruce Springsteen?

Springsteen?

See? Nothin'.

The boss!

- In your face! - The boss!

Well, congratulations,

- but that makes you about 40... - That was a test.

And that's two outta three, so I win.

Well, I'll take the loss, but I gotta know your name.

- My name? - Yeah.

Sophie.

- It's nice to meet you. Sean. - Hi.

- Sean. Sean. - Nice to meet you, Sean.

Reagan. Reagan! Fire! There are people up there.

Look! Right there!

Call 911!

Yo, Jonah, wait!

Hey. You all right?

Is there anybody still up there?

I heard someone scream upstairs.

Let's go.

Hey, everybody stay calm, okay?

We're Boston pd. Get outside, all right?

- Hello? - Help!

Hello? Boston police department!

Stay calm, we're coming for you.

Hurry up, man!

Whoa!

- You all right? - Yeah. Let's go.

Here! Here, here!

- Hey, back there! - Hey! We gotta call

for backup, all right? We're cops, not fd.

Fire won't know the difference.

Go check those offices!

Jonah! There's somebody back there, man!

Ma'am, can you hear me?

Hey. Ma'am.

Hey, we gotta go. Come on...

Sean, we gotta get out of here!

Jonah!

She's dead! Gunshot wounds!

Grab my hand. Come here. Keep your head down.

We gotta get out of here, Sean!

I thought we said, when we stay at my place,

we turn our ringers off.

It's your phone, smart-ass.

Well. Sorry.

Reagan.

What?

Where?

Yeah.

Okay.

Yeah, Boston general. I'm on my way.

What's wrong?

It's Sean.

Is he okay?

I don't know.

I gotta... I gotta go to Boston.

God.

You must be Sean's dad.

Jonah. Right? His buddy from the academy?

Were you with him?

It's not too bad.

Just pulled it trying to get Sean out of there.

I was helping these two women.

And then Sean, he saw one more, and...

She was already dead.

I'm sure you did everything you could to help her.

No, wait, wait. It wasn't from the fire.

She was shot.

You know, the doctors, they... They keep saying

that it's gonna take a miracle for him to wake up today.

Yeah.

Maybe even tomorrow.

Where was the fire?

Stinks in here.

How you doing, O'Brian?

Detective on deck.

Who's that?

Lena silver, bpd.

You made of sugar, detective silver?

What's the matter, detective?

You afraid to get your shoes wet?

Average building fire burns at 1800 degrees, yeah?

Clothing disintegrates at around 600.

Blood boils at 212, DNA is fried at 190.

So I'm thinking the best chance

these csrus have of finding any DNA

or trace evidence is gonna be in the spots

where the fire cooled the fastest...

Puddles you boys are just dragging your knuckles through.

Watch your footwork.

Yeah.

- Back it off. - Yeah.

Died at her desk.

Hope she loved her job.

You figure out what caused the fire yet?

Blue-green shimmer inside this canteen

says kerosine with a turpentine kicker.

Probably several cans of the stuff.

There's heavy burn here,

but the char pattern looks like

someone doused a path of accelerant through the office

and ignited it at door.

You got a theory of the murder already

or should we wait until a sergeant detective gets here?

Ooh. So funny.

I figured you would a had the inside track on that promotion.

Must sting to get passed over.

Sprinkler system was disabled.

Lock on one drawer was picked.

Somebody was looking for something,

and they set the fire to cover their tracks.

Check out the angle of the shots.

Shooter walked right up to her, fired point-blank,

standing over her desk.

This feels personal.

Have the report sent to my desk. Thank you.

This is a standard presser.

They want an update from the police,

not a headline from the district attorney.

The press don't want a headline?

- Who you talkin' to, Sarah? - D.A. Mae silver,

who never misses an opportunity to push for justice.

Please tell me this isn't something

I need to take to the commissioner.

Sweetie, you should be the commissioner.

Mom... please.

Have you seen Jonah yet?

Yeah.

He's okay.

Good.

'Cause I'm gonna kill him.

Good morning.

The victim discovered in last night's downtown crossing fire

was Andrea Decker, ceo of image-stats inc.,

an it company.

Now, it's my obligation to disclose

that the company is under investigation by my office,

as was Andrea Decker.

One at a time. One at... Carla, go ahead.

Image-stats created the facial recognition software

used by Boston pd that has been accused of being biased

toward minorities.

Will this murder affect your investigation?

No.

In fact, with the increased scrutiny

this tragic homicide will bring,

I have filed an emergency ordinance

to require police to use special permission

before taking any action based on image-stats analysis.

- Ms. Silver! - That is the first I'm hearing

of a city ordinance.

Thank you, district attorney silver.

I will take it from here until bpd has gotten up to speed

on the new requirement.

With that, I will leave you

in the superintendent's capable hands.

Ms. Silver, question!

Question! Ms. Silver! Ms. Silver!

One at a time, one at a time. Go ahead.

Crazy what happened?

You work there in the building?

Just lookin' like everybody else.

Except everybody else that's looking is looking for cops.

Maybe to see a body being hauled out.

But not you.

You are really focused in on that office up there.

Why?

Hey!

Come here! Police!

Hold it!

Police! Hold it!

Out of the way!

Boston pd! Stop!

Stop right where you are.

Get down off the fence.

Why'd you run from my crime scene?

I was chasing a suspect.

And I would've got him

if you didn't stop me, detective... Lena silver.

I'm detective Danny Reagan.

My shield is in my front chest pocket.

You mean your badge?