Okay, Mr. Fisher. I'll give you a minute.
God.
My boy.
Here. Clean yourself up.
Yeah, where's my son?
You think you get to make demands after holding my daughter hostage?
I should put a bullet in your head!
That's tough talk for a man that kidnaps kids.
Get him up.
So what's happening? Where's Matthew?
I don't know.
I swear to God, if I did, I'd go get him with you.
Yeah, sure you would.
Whatever he wants to talk about,
you gotta ask yourself why.
He's always got an endgame, and it's never what you think.
Look familiar?
Yeah, it's Revere Boardwalk.
Yeah, right down to the Revere Diner there.
Yeah, it took me years to put this together.
Brought stuff in from Atlantic City, Coney Island.
Got the merry-go-round from Venice Beach, California.
Know why I built all this?
No.
When my son, Liam, was little, we used to go to the boardwalk every weekend.
It was his favorite place.
Liam has been dead more than ten years now.
Every time I come here,
my memories of him,
our time together,
it's fresh as the salt in the air.
That's why I brought you here.
Both of you.
Oh, whoa. It's okay. Let him up. It's all right.
You okay?
I'm fine.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
- Okay. - Let's sit.
Yeah.
You know, your old man and me, we go way back.
We both made our bones in the neighborhood.
Yeah, opposite sides of the street, so to speak, but, uh…
Simpler times, wasn't it, Lenny?
- Was he a good father? - Nicky.
Yeah, I'm just asking a question. Was he a good father?
Yeah.
Look up to him?
Yeah, of course you did. Sons look up to their fathers.
Doesn't matter who they are or what they did.
We get to be their first heroes.
There's nothing like it. Nothing can replace it.
Nicky, what the hell's this about?
Are you really gonna sit there and pretend that you don't know? Hmm?
Okay, just…
Easy, easy.
Just tell me what you want.
I want my son back.
But that's not possible, is it, Lenny?
Nah.
You see, ten years ago, Liam got himself into a bar fight.
Some idiot was running his mouth, and that idiot ended up dead.
But my son had his whole life ahead of him.
There were about a dozen people that saw what went down.
But here's the funny thing about witnesses,
their memories get foggy if you give them the right incentive.
The DA was ready to drop all charges.
And then these two detectives show up out of nowhere.
And they decide that my son needs to pay for what he did.
They manufacture evidence,
and that sends him to Massachusetts Correctional…
…where he is murdered.
Your son killed that boy.
My son died in the dirt like a fucking animal
because of you and Phil Mackenzie.
So now, David, you tell me,
what would you do to save your son?
What are you willing to sacrifice?
Anything.
Well, let's find out.
Life of your father for that of your little boy.
Ah!
I need EMPs here now!
Sarah.
Sarah!
Hey.
How are you holding up?
I'm fine.
They were able to get his blood pressure up to finish surgery.
He's not out of the woods yet, but he's stable.
Oh, I'm glad to hear it.
Were they able to find the plane Burroughs was on?
We ran the tail number, pulled the flight plan,
had agents waiting at the tarmac when Nicky's plane landed in Miami,
but it was empty.
You were expecting Nicky Fisher to follow a flight plan?
We need to call every private airport in Florida.
- They had to let them out somewhere. - We are looking into it.
Hold on…
You're benching me.
No one is benching you.
Your partner was shot. You know the protocol.
My father almost died,
and you want to talk to me about protocol.
This is why the Bureau doesn't normally allow families to work together.
This, right here.
Max pulled strings so that you could be his partner.
Not his daughter, his partner. So you need to act like it.
Go home.
Clean up, so you can be here when he wakes up.
Agent Greer.
This is Detective Daniel Müller with the Swiss police.
I received your Interpol request. I'll be arriving in Boston tomorrow.
I need to speak to you.
I have important information about the Matthew Burroughs case.
If you want to see your son again,
you have to make the choice, David.
Nicky, what the fuck?
This doesn't concern you.
Of course it does. We have a deal.
What deal?
I put a hit out on your father and Mackenzie after Liam was killed.
And then this guy shows up at my door with a proposition.
I spare their lives, and he's my guy inside BPD.
And that was a hard decision, letting you live.
But one I had to make peace with. Now, make your choice, David.
I'm not…
I can't… I won't do this.
Then I guess I have my answer. Kill them both.
Put your weapon down now!
I will shoot you, so help me God.
Well, I guess you just can't buy loyalty, huh?
This doesn't have to go down this way.
Yeah.
David, you said you'd do anything.
Anything!
I can't do this.
Wait, David, listen to me.
- This is easy. Easy decision. - No.
Look, I'm not gonna survive the cancer.
This way, I go out on my terms.
And more than that,
I get a chance to make this right.
Oh, now that… that is touching.
But it's gotta be his decision, Lenny.
I gotta hear him say it.
Come on. David, come on. You gotta do it.
What's it gonna be?
Come on.
Okay.
Tell Matthew his glove is at the house.
He's gotta practice.
Sox have a first base problem.
You can put that away, son. It's over.
Sorry, David. I had to be sure.
About what?
That you were innocent, and that your kid is still alive.
If you were willing to let your old man die,
then you must be telling the truth.
You don't have him.
I do not kidnap kids.
Charlie 6-1, I'm outside Rachel Mills's residence. All clear.
Wait a minute.
Is this Davidson Photography?
Great. You shot at a corporate event at Six Flags a few weeks ago
for the Payne Foundation.
I was sent all your photos, but I'm missing three.
and I'm wondering if you could email them to me.
Great.
Uh, it's 110, 111, and 112.
And RMills@Quincy.edu.
Thanks so much.
What a nice surprise. Come in.
Hey.
I stopped by Torretta's.
- Got you a Danish. - Wow.
What'd I do to deserve this honor?
You know there's a cop parked outside, right?
They're looking for David. I haven't seen him since yesterday.
I'm guessing I shouldn't ask about Ronald?
Definitely not.
He's offered to stay at his sister's.
I can't stop looking at this.
I mean, it…
I keep telling myself, it can't be him, right? It's impossible.
But I know his face.
But I don't understand.
The medical examiner confirmed it was him in the bed that night.
Someone had to have altered the blood test in the lab.
I mean, who's gonna do that?
Who would take my son?
That's what David and I have been trying to figure out.
David.
God, I said the most awful things to him at the sentencing.
- I mean, I thought… - Hey, I know.
But when I went to see him,
you were the first thing he asked about.
He wanted to make sure you were okay.
When I told him you were remarried,
he was genuinely happy for you.
Really?
I didn't mention it was to Ronald.
If there's even a chance that Matthew's out there,
I need to do something.
I'm not just gonna sit around and hope.
It doesn't make sense.
You gotta have him.
You got Hilde Winslow to lie on the stand.
Yeah, I did that.
But that's all I did.
After planting evidence that sent my son to prison,
your father turns around and he hides evidence to try and save you.
That's the kind of hypocrisy I cannot let stand.
But since it appears you might be innocent, that changes things.
So what now, Nicky?
Well, now he's free to go.
I hope you find your son. I truly do.
You hope?
What am I supposed to do now?
How do I find the sick bastard that took my son?
Yeah, well,
first, I'd be smart enough not to make that assumption.
You're missing the obvious.
Which is?
This isn't some pedo in a white panel van.
This is planned.
It's meticulous, it's complicated, it's diabolical.
He's right. Matthew was targeted. You need to figure out why.
There's no reason why they'd take my son.
Yeah, there he goes again, missing the obvious.
Yeah, what's that?
He's not just your son.
He's Cheryl's son, as well.
Look, you wanna figure out who would do something this awful?
Start asking yourself questions that you obviously are afraid to ask.
What happened in your past,
in your wife's past,
in your marriage,
that would give someone a reason to do something like this.
Got it?
'Cause I'm betting there's an explanation that makes some kind of sense.
Whether you're willing to admit it or not.
Nicky hit on something, didn't he?
What is it?
I need to talk to Cheryl.
Nicky's plane will take you back.
You'll be in Boston in a few hours.
I'll tell you on the flight.
Lenny's not going with you.
What are you talking about?
Let me guess.
Nicky needs an insurance policy in case this all turns out to be bullshit.
You gotta be kidding me.
Just focus on what matters.
Make sure nothing happens to him.
Always.
It's why I did what I did, David.
To protect them.
And if you see my father,
just…
Hey.
Whatever it is,
he needs to hear it from you.
I mean, I pointed a gun at Nicky Fisher's head.
Generally, you don't get to do that and wake up the next day.
Just tell him I love him.
Yeah, I will.
Bring home my grandson.
Hey, I got the photos. Thank you.
You find anything yet?
No, but I still have a couple hundred more to go through.
Well, I'm on my way over. We can divide and conquer.
You hungry? I can stop and get something on the way.
No, Cheryl was by earlier. She brought me a Danish from Torretta's. How lucky am I?
All right. I'll see you in a minute. Bye.
Charlie 6-1, I have a Code 7 at Rachel Mills's home, and I need backup.
Ms. Mills! BPD!
He's got a gun!
- What? - Drive. Drive!
Okay, okay!
Rachel? Hey, what's happening? Are you okay? Rachel. Rachel!
I can't breathe. Pull over. Stop the car.
Yeah, okay, okay.
Hey, what happened? What-- What just happened?
You're okay.
This guy just tried to kill me.
What?
This guy broke into my house and tried to kill me, and then he shot a cop.
- Someone shot a cop? What? - Yeah, he just shot the cop.
He shot a cop who was stationed out front.
What?
Wait, fuck, we have to go back. We can't just stay here.
- We can't go back. Rachel… - I can't just leave him there.
- No, we can't go back. - He tried to help me.
No, we have to call 911. We can't go back there, okay?
Look, we gotta get you on a plane.
Don't worry about passports, clothes, anything.
- I can get you in the air in one hour. - What?
Whoever is coming after you, whoever shot a cop,
they are not going to stop.
Whoever's behind all of this, they are not going to stop.
Rachel, you are being hunted.
Look, I'm not asking you to walk away from finding Matthew.
Look, I'm asking you to be smart about this.
I can hire the best lawyers,
the best investigators to find this person and then to exonerate David.
But none of this is gonna matter if you are dead, okay?
Do you understand?
Come on. Let me keep you safe.
And where would we go?
Wherever you want.
Listen, wherever you want to go.
Okay?
Come on.
Hey, are you okay?
Where are you?
Hey, I'm on a plane back to Boston.
On a plane?
Back from where?
I just met with Nicky Fisher.
He doesn't have Matthew.
- We had it all wrong. - Jesus.
- How can that be? - There's something else.
I'll be landing in Norwood in about 20 minutes. I'll tell you then.
Can you please just tell me what's going on?
Matthew may not be my son.
All right.
Cream, extra sugar, if I remember correctly.
Thanks. You'd think the FBI would make better coffee.
Oh, it's an old law enforcement tactic.
See, nothing will get you talking faster than burnt coffee in a Styrofoam cup.
It worked.
I told him, Philip.
I told him I thought Nicky Fisher took Lenny and that Matthew was alive.
- Yeah. - I just--
You did the right thing.
You did.
Look, if Nicky has him, the FBI's our best shot at getting him back, right?
Hi, Sophie?
Cheryl.
Sorry for just, uh, dropping by like this.
Oh, stop. You're always welcome here.
Good to see you again.
Rachel showed me the photo.
It's him, right? It's…
It's Matthew.
I guess no one's gonna believe any of this based on a photo.
We need to prove the DNA test was altered.
We need to prove that the boy they found in Matthew's bed that night wasn't him.
Well, the original sample of the blood they found that night is in storage.
We just need something with Matthew's DNA to compare it to.
You know, I have a friend at the lab who can run it. Keep it off the books.
From his first haircut.
I thought, well, I didn't think he'd sit still for it.
I thought he was gonna squirm and be a nightmare, but…
he just sat there,
smiling at me in the mirror.
He was so proud of himself.
If Matthew's out there,
I need to find him.
- How's your head? - It's okay.
And you were the first officer on scene, Detective Stavros?
That's right. A Code 7 came across my scanner.
Happened to be close.
Door's open. I draw my weapon, come into the house.
And I find Officer Ramirez on the ground.
I go to check his pulse, and that's when he gets a jump on me.
Who?
David Burroughs.
Hey.
And you thought my cholesterol was gonna kill me.
I'm sorry, Dad.
Kicking Skunk was my call.
Don't beat yourself up.
I mean,
it did work, just not like how we wanted it to, that's all.
So what happened?
The plane touched down in Miami, and Burroughs wasn't on it.
Not that.
You know what I'm talking about. What happened?
Julie is benching me.
And I'm pretty sure Seattle is off the table.
Oh, hell no, it ain't off the table. Listen, tomorrow--
Can we please not talk about this right now, Dad?
I don't wanna talk about Seattle.
I don't really care about Seattle, because honestly, I'm relieved.
Relieved? Why?
Because I probably would never see you again.
What the hell are you talking about?
You and I are close now because we're partners, but…
what happens when we don't see each other every day at work?
How long until we're strangers again? A couple holidays?
Look,
I don't have a time machine, okay?
I can't change the past, and I wish I could, but come on.
I mean, you're being a little dramatic.
We will never, ever be strangers ever again.
How do you know that?
When…
When I divorced your mother…
you were the one that got hurt.
And I hurt you, baby. I hurt my little girl.
And I know-- I know that.
And I would rather have died on that table
than to ever hurt you again.
Us being partners is giving us a second chance.
Do you think that I wanna screw that up? Are you crazy?
So I don't care if it's Seattle or Spain,
we are never gonna be strangers ever again!
What do you mean, Matthew may not be your son?
I don't know how much Cheryl told you,
but when we decided to start a family, we couldn't get pregnant.
Yeah, I remember.
Did she tell you she looked into using a donor?
She said she thought about it.
She did more than think about it.
She went to a fertility clinic behind my back.
Wait, what?
And when I confronted her, she said it was a consultation and that was it, but…
I can't shake this feeling that maybe she lied and she went through with it.
No, I mean, no. Cheryl wouldn't do something like that.
You know her, Rachel.
When it comes to Cheryl, there's no problem that can't be solved.
No, but not that.
She always wanted to be a mom.
So if not getting pregnant is the problem, then maybe the donor is the solution.
And you think the donor kidnapped Matthew?
Yeah, he decided he wanted his kid back.
It's the first explanation that makes any sense.
Thank you so much.
Hey, Sarah.
- What are you doing here? - How's he doing?
He's out of surgery. He's just resting.
What is this?
Got emailed to us by a detective in Geneva.
Concerns the Matthew Burroughs case.
- Said you put out a request on Interpol. - Julie benched me. Is she okay with this?
I highly doubt it.
Thanks, Chopra.
Yeah, I don't know.
I'm just as open-minded as the next guy,
but this Müller, I think he's spiking his hot chocolate.
Look, if the body that night was not Matthew Burroughs,
it had to be someone.
But how does a missing orphan from Geneva end up beaten to death in Boston?
…press conference on the David Burroughs case.
At 10:20 a.m. on Westgate Avenue in Revere,
Officer Danny Ramirez was shot and killed inside the home of Rachel Mills.
We now believe the shooter was David Burroughs.
If BPD finds Burroughs first, he's a dead man.
Lieutenant, tips are flooding in about a black Range Rover
that was spotted leaving Rachel Mills' place
around the time of the shooting.
- Anyone get the license? - Better.
Neighbor's doorbell cam picked them up as they passed.
Vehicle is registered to a Hayden Payne.
Okay, so what's the plan now?
I gotta talk to Cheryl.
No way. It's too dangerous.
After this morning, cops are gonna be all over her.
What? What happened?
A guy broke into my apartment and tried to shoot me.
- Do you know who? - No, but the guy killed a cop.
And the police think it was you.
And even if what you're saying is true,
she wouldn't know the name of the donor, right?
The fertility clinic would.
Okay, do you remember which one?
Berg.
Berg Reproductive?
That's it.
They're a part of Payne Medical Group.
Any chance you can get us the file?
Yeah, I think I can.
Thanks, Pam. 1-1-3-4.
No, no, I just gotta get some paperwork for the board meeting.
- Thank you so much. Okay, bye. - You sure no one will be here?
Yeah, it's the weekend.
My first B&E.
It's not breaking and entering if you own the building.
Fair enough.
Come on. It's this way.
- Cheryl doesn't have a file. - That doesn't make any sense.
She came here. How can she not have a file?
Try using her maiden name.
Nope.
Maybe the donor was able to erase it somehow, cover his tracks.
Unless you work for Berg, how is that even possible?
Holy shit.
Wait, hold on a second.
Five years ago, Berg fired a doctor who they suspected
was impregnating his patients with his own donations.
- What? - Yeah.
What's his name?
Heller. Dr. Jacob Heller.
A fertility doctor impregnating his own patients.
How is that not front page of the news?
Your mother covered it up.
Yeah.
Had Heller step down,
made everybody sign NDAs.
She's nothing if not thorough.
Well, we gotta find Heller. You know where he is?
- No. - Wait, you guys, I found him.
Dr. Jacob Heller.
He works at Boston General with Cheryl.
Dr. Dreason.
Cheryl, did you know there's a police officer
stationed outside your office?
- What's going on? - Nothing.
Sorry, I gotta prep for CDH.
- You sure everything's okay? - Yeah, everything's fine.
- We gotta get to the hospital. - How? There's gonna be cops everywhere.
- Shit. - We gotta go.
How did they find us?
I don't know, but we gotta get out of here.
There's a back door that leads to an alleyway, okay?
- I'll buy you guys some time. - Hayden.
Go! Rachel, go!
Go.
Stop! Hands in the air! Move towards us slowly!
Lay down! Flat on the ground!
Hands behind your head!
Move in. Look for Burroughs.
Jesus.
What are you doing here?
She can no longer protect you.
You need to leave.
Now.