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These night shifts have got me tired.
Well, we've got four more hours.
Keep it together. - Yes, sir.
Sorry, it's just, a week of nights and I--
I still can't get my circadian rhythm in line.
And forget about altering my chronotype
to maximize sleep efficiency.
Well, perhaps it's for the best,
seeing as how we're getting back on days
now that I finally paid back everyone
who covered for me while I was gone.
Hm. [door buzzes]
Forgetting anything?
- I don't think so. - You sure?
- 100% sure. - Good.
How about the suspect?
♪ Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ I'm gonna win for you
♪ Like I know you want me to do ♪
[music playing softly]
[door opens]
Hey.
Hi.
Is that a present for me?
Yep. And the beer's for me.
Thank you.
What?
Nothing. I'm--it's just, um,
gift giving isn't really your love language, so...
Oh, yeah.
What is my love language?
Terse nods, mainly.
Okay, well, I'm trying to change things up.
Okay. Well, can I open it now?
Yeah, of course.
Oh, my God.
My killed-in-action radio?
Aww.
That is so sweet.
Well, it gave its life for yours,
so I thought it'd be nice to memorialize your effort
in the Jeff Budny takedown.
Thank you.
Oops. I-I forgot it was date night.
I will hide in my room.
You don't have to do that.
No, it's my bad.
What smells so good? - Paella.
You want me to make you a plate
for your room? [cell phone buzzes]
I would say no, but I'd be lying.
[laughs]
Yep, Bradford.
Who's this?
Understood. I'll be there in 20.
What's going on?
I gotta go, sorry.
- Just wait-- - I can't.
I'll call you when I can.
[ominous music]
What just happened?
I don't know.
Can I do a vodka soda, please?
[upbeat music playing]
Dr. London?
Hi.
Uh-- - It's okay.
I know, uh, seeing a patient in the wild is tricky.
Sorry, I just had a whole semester
of ethics classes flash through my mind.
But if you're okay talking out in the wild...
Totally. May I?
Mm-hmm.
So do you live around here?
No, I actually live on the West Side.
I just got done seeing a movie around the corner,
and, uh, came in here for a little nightcap.
Drinking alone?
Yeah, but, you know, I kind of look at it
as a sign of self-assurance,
not so much a cry for help.
What about you?
I...I got stood up.
Who the hell would stand you up?
I mean, you are a catch and then some.
[laughs]
Sorry, that's inappropriate.
Completely.
But my ego really appreciated it.
Okay. I should go.
Yeah. Or I could buy you a drink.
In a total, like, patient-doctor kind of way.
I really shouldn't.
Right.
One drink.
All right, deal.
What you drinking?
[distant barking]
[door clicks open]
What's up, man? Thanks for coming.
I had no choice.
If Ray's alive, we got a problem.
He is. I'm sure.
How?
They found the tags, his DNA.
We saw the air strike. There's no one who could have
walked away from something like that.
Yeah, that's what I thought too.
But then a few years ago, I started hearing stories,
that he was still alive,
working as a gun for hire around the globe.
So I set up some trip wires just to be sure.
That's Ray coming through LAX yesterday.
What the hell's he doing here?
His mom's dying of cancer.
So she's who we're staking out?
Two houses up on the left. No sign of Ray yet.
So when did Ray give a crap about anybody but himself?
Doesn't matter.
We made a promise.
That was a long time ago.
Time doesn't erase what he did.
Time doesn't bring back our friends that he killed.
And we made a vow that if by some miracle he survived,
we'd kill him.
And I am here to honor that promise.
Most of these men could be my dad, some my grandpa.
But I'm supposed to be some sort of authority figure.
I have cereal for dinner at least three nights a week.
Oh. So do I.
Mine has dehydrated marshmallows.
Okay, see, that is a problem.
[chuckles]
I should go.
Yeah. Uh, time to call an Uber.
I mean, I could give you a ride.
Really?
Yeah, it's not a problem.
Okay.
Cool.
This is me.
[music playing over radio]
Thanks for the ride.
Yeah, no problem.
[door clicks open]
Good night.
[gunshots, sirens wailing]
7-Adam-15, multiple callers report shots fired,
715 Sycamore.
No associated vehicles. I'll attach two more units.
You got here quick.
We were finishing up a call
around the corner, heard the shots.
All right, this is as far as you go.
We'll stage here until you Code 4 it.
Be safe. - Right.
Follow me.
All right, be alert.
I know you're tired.
Well, not anymore.
Adrenaline is flowing.
Good. Let's do this.
[tense music]
♪
Juarez.
Go.
♪
What happened here?
Control, 7-Adam-15, two victims, gunshot wounds.
Still clearing house.
[breathing heavily]
I'll take left. Go.
♪
- [gurgles] - Officer Nolan!
Hey, ambulance is right outside.
Stay with me.
7-Adam-15, residence is cleared.
Code 4 for fire.
One gunshot wound victim is unconscious but breathing.
How is she? - Her pulse is weak.
She could bleed out.
- John? - Back here.
She's the only one left alive.
[loud thud]
You didn't clear the closet?
Uh, no.
Police. Come out now.
♪
[whimpers]
Oh. Hey.
What are you doing in here?
Come here. Come here, little one.
[sirens wailing, helicopter whirring]
What are you doing?
Yeah, I'm sorry. Hey, look at this.
You don't need to see that, okay?
- How's the mother? - Still in surgery.
They're checking in on the little girl.
No visible injuries.
Yeah, her first name is Anna, last name Hughes.
Remi's the mom, Ellis the dad,
and the older woman in the dining room was Grandma Debra.
You think the girl saw what happened?
Oh, I hope not.
She still hasn't said a word.
I've been in contact with CPS.
They are searching for a family member to come to the hospital
and take custody of Anna once she's cleared.
You know, we still have a whole lot of paperwork to do.
We'll probably stick around, see how the surgery goes.
Of course. I'll let you know if anything changes.
Thank you.
Keep me updated to the minute on this.
A family murdered in the middle of the night
is gonna keep a lot of people on edge.
Yes, sir.
Now, about you not searching the closet.
There's no excuse, sir. I-I saw the injured woman,
and I put her as a priority
before I finished clearing the room.
It won't happen again.
See that it doesn't.
If that was the shooter in there instead of a child,
we'd both be dead.
[somber music]
♪
[line trills]
It's Bradford. You know what to do.
Hey, it's me.
Um, no idea where you are right now,
but, uh, I'm here if you need me.
So just call me when you can.
[cell phone buzzes]
♪
[sighs]
Yeah, there's a back door, but you gotta go
through the neighbor's yard to get to it.
And there's no way to see if Ray's inside.
And--and if he is? Then what?
We hog-tie him and dump him in deep water?
Well, I was thinking landfill,
but if you got a boat-- - This isn't funny.
Just talking about this is criminal conspiracy.
I never would have thought the Reaper would go soft on me.
I ain't going soft.
That pact was made a long time ago
in the anger and fog of war.
But now...[sighs]
I'm a cop.
You're an army lawyer.
We've built lives.
Yeah, well, what about Henderson and Coyle?
They never got to build their lives 'cause of Ray.
They deserve justice.
And we owe that to them.
You okay?
I wasn't much older when my dad died.
Do you think she knows?
I-I don't know.
Do you think she'd even understand?
- I don't know. - Ah.
Her mother's out of surgery.
She flatlined on the table,
but they were able to get her back.
She's still very much in the woods.
Any luck finding a relative?
There's no immediate family in Los Angeles,
but CPS is gonna widen the search in the morning.
So what happens to her now?
And please don't say children's shelter.
For the short term, yes.
And if there's no relative found, then foster care.
Those shelters can be grim.
They're chaotic, underfunded, understaffed.
I agree.
Not the most ideal place for a toddler
who just lived through her family getting slaughtered.
Give me a second.
I got him. I'll get him.
Oh, he landed on his butt.
There we go.
He's all better.
Got him? Here you go.
What do you think?
About what?
I'll be right back.
What about Anna staying with us tonight?
We aren't registered foster parents.
It's a process.
I'm aware, but we're first responders.
I'm sure CPS would sign off on it.
Anything's better than those children's shelters.
I don't know about that.
It would be for one night, or until they find a relative
or a temporary foster situation.
But...[sighs]
But what?
Nothing.
You're right.
You won't regret this.
Luna.
What about Anna coming home with us tonight?
I don't see why not.
I'll go start making some calls,
see if we can make it happen.
Just like the good old days, huh?
Staking out a potential target, hours and hours of nothing.
Just your bad jokes.
Hey, those jokes were me training to be a dad.
I got two now, Scott and Nancy.
Best kids ever.
Yeah, must take after their mother.
[chuckles]
We got movement.
Was that Ray or his mom?
Let's go find out.
Hey, you think that's a good idea?
[door closes]
[tense music]
[knocks on door]
♪
What do you want?
Mrs. Watkins, I'm Sergeant Tim Bradford.
This is Major Mark Greer.
We'd like to talk to you about your son.
Well, he's dead.
What else do you need to know?
Do you mind if we come inside for a second to talk?
I do mind.
We served with Ray, ma'am.
We just need a moment of your time.
Ugh.
Well, make it quick.
I'm not long for this life,
and I don't want to waste what's left with you two.
I'm so sorry to hear about
what you've been going through, ma'am.
I lost my mom to cancer.
Trust me, she's better off.
Would you mind if I use the bathroom?
Down the hall.
Thanks.
[tense music]
♪
Bradford, you don't need that.
That, uh-- - [exhales]
What's wrong?
You look like you've seen a ghost.
Yo, Greer.
My God, man, you got old.
I just told them you were dead.
Now you made me look like an idiot.
Calm down.
You don't look like an idiot.
Mom, why don't you, um, give us a minute, huh?
You're gonna cry when I die.
We'll see.
[sighs] So...
what are you two doing at a dead guy's house, huh?
Bring you to justice.
Oh, yeah? For what?
For starters, being AWOL,
faking your own death, felony grand theft.
You stole at least $1/2 million from the U.S. government.
Can you blame me? I mean, the CIA was giving away
backpacks of cash.
No one was gonna miss it.
You called in an air strike
on your own guys when we came for you.
There wasn't enough of Coyle and Henderson
to fit in a shoebox.
That sounds really bad.
But I know that's not true. Do you know how I know that?
Because I read the after action report
that was signed by the two of you.
The only reason the report reads that way
is so that your wife and daughter
could get your death benefits.
[knife clatters]
I never asked for that.
You knew she was about a month away from "Dear John"-ing me.
But thanks to your bleeding hearts,
I'm now untouchable.
I mean, you bring me in right now,
you've got to tell Uncle Sam about your big lie, right?
And you'll, what, be retroactively
dishonorably discharged and most likely
get fired from your current jobs.
So you can arrest me, it's okay.
Come on.
Here I am.
No? Yeah, that's what I thought.
I'm gonna be here to watch the old lady croak,
and then get back to what I was doing.
And we are never going to see each other again.
How does that sound?
Sweet.
[laughs]
Been really great catching up with my old war buddies.
Greer.
You really do look old as hell.
That go how you thought it would, Reaper?
All we accomplished was letting that guy know
we're coming for him.
Gonna be twice as hard to take him out now.
It has been a long time since I've tucked in a toddler.
- How'd it feel? - Wonderful.
I do think I tweaked my back just a little bit.
Oh, no.
All right, we are gonna need to make a list.
Yes, we are.
We need diapers, baby wipes.
Food--Cheerios.
Henry loved Cheerios.
Milk--we're out of milk.
And we need some baby toys, probably?
Yeah, definitely toys.
And we need to do some babyproofing,
'cause this is dangerous.
Yeah, okay.
Anything big should be pulled down.
Uh, these corners are really sharp.
Pointy things, for sure.
I'm regretting those succulents now.
How bad do you think this is gonna screw the kid up?
[camera shutter clicking]
Depends on what you saw and where she goes from here.
Lila was older than Anna when she saw me get attacked,
but I always wonder how much of that stayed with her.
She's one of the most well-adjusted kids
I've ever met. You got no worries there.
Any clarity on the parents?
Mom had a suspended sentence for possession.
Went through a diversion program successfully
and seems to have been clean.
Father was in and out of jail.
Couple drug cases, one assault charge.
Is this their past coming back?
Maybe. Although they seemed
to turn things around since Anna arrived.
Both parents were employed, kept their noses clean.
All right, we should dig into their financials.
Things might have gotten tight with the kid in the picture.
Maybe the dad had to reach back out
to some of his friends in the drug business.
Oh, uh, what's that?
Oh, it's Blair's jacket.
She left it in my car last night.
Oh, do you mind if we, um, stop by her office to drop it off?
Who's Blair?
My therapist.
You went out with your therapist last night?
No, we ran into each other. It was just a drink.
Totally innocent.
Although I was picking up some vibes.
That crosses so many lines.
You--you know that you're not supposed to go out
with your therapist, right?
Well, me and Lil' Gurkin used to hang out
with Dr. Shrink all the time.
Lil'--D-- so wait, wait, wait, what?
Dr. Shrink. That was my last therapist.
That's just what we called him. - Okay.
And was this therapist licensed?
[quirky percussive music]
- No. - What? [chuckles]
Hey, you think Blair left her jacket in my car on purpose?
Like, to have an excuse to see me again?
She does have an excuse to see you again.
Therapy.
Yeah. [engine turns over]
She is adorable.
She really is.
You know, when your child grows up and leaves,
you don't just miss them.
You miss all the versions of them
like they're all these separate individual people.
You miss the-- the infant version,
the toddler version, the skinny 10-year-old version.
And then the man that Henry's become.
That's why people keep having kids,
to get back to those versions they miss.
[knock on door] - Oh.
They should develop a time machine.
It'd certainly make things simpler.
Mm. And cheaper.
And cheaper.
Ah, it's Luna. - Mm.
- Hey. Nice to see ya. - Hey.
What's--what's wrong?
Anna's mom, Remi, she died a little while ago.
[bouncy kids' music playing]
- [exhales heavily] - [coos]
So what happens now?
We don't have great options.
She'll end up at a shelter for a week or two
until we can find a foster family
that will take her in.
Unless-- - Unless what?
Unless you would be willing to keep her
until we can place her with a family.
What do you think about that?
I think that's a bad idea.
Would you give us a minute, please?
Of course.
- What's going on? - Nothing.
No, not nothing.
Any other day, you are generous to a fault.
Well, it's-- it's not about that.
I-I want what's best for Anna.
And I think bonding with us for a few weeks is only gonna
damage her further on the back end
when, you know, they pull her away from us.
Okay. Maybe.
But that's not really why you're hesitating, is it?
When I was 15, I was babysitting
for my four-year-old neighbor, Ryan.
I got distracted for a second.
And when I turned around, he was in the pool.
I jumped in. I pulled him out.
He was fine.
But ever since then...
I was almost the reason my neighbors lost their son.
I'm not mom material.
Okay. Um, I disagree.
But I understand.
Let's just say goodbye to Anna.
Wait.
Okay. - Are you sure?
I don't want to do this if you're not comfortable.
How can I make this about me
after everything she's been through?
Luna, we will take Anna until you find a family member
or a good foster home. - That's amazing.
[cell phone buzzes] You're amazing for doing this.
Oh, sorry, this is Wesley.
I'm just gonna grab this. - Yeah.
Hey, what's up?
Uh, "what's up?"
it's your deposition today, Oscar's lawsuit.
Wesley, I completely forgot. I am so sorry.
Okay, I need you to start putting these things
in your calendar. - I am.
I did. I have.
It's--it is. I just--
I-I have so much going on.
Look, it's clearly a frivolous case,
but until I can get it dismissed,
you need to take this seriously.
No, you're absolutely right.
I-I am on my way.
Crap.
Oscar's deposition, I forgot.
It should only take a couple of hours.
I'm so sorry to leave you.
- It's fine. It's fine. - Are you sure?
I could try to take her with me.
Yeah, don't be silly. We'll be fine.
And I really want this Oscar situation behind us.
You and me both.
Thorsen, Chen, what's happenin'?
Smitty, I'm pretty sure you're not supposed
to be getting in therapy while you're on shift.
Oh, I'm not a patient here.
It's where I come to take my breaks.
Plus, they got top-notch snackage
and the mood is super zen.
Yeah, pretty sure that's not okay either.
Tomato, to-mah-to.
Snackage. [laughs]
- That's a new one. - Yeah, I know.
Officer Thorsen?
I don't have an appointment with you today, do I?
No, I just, uh, brought you your jacket.
Oh, you didn't have to do that.
You could have just brought it to our next session.
Thought you might need it.
Never know, it might be your favorite jacket.
[chuckles dryly] Thanks.
That was nice of you.
[door closes]
Okay. Well, back to work.
Okay, I'm confused. [clears throat]
Are you sure she was flirting with you last night?
I thought she was.
Were you drinking?
I only had one.
Oh.
Oh, no.
Am I that guy? - What?
The one that thinks every girl is hitting on him?
You know who we could ask?
- Who? - Celina.
- Funny. - I know.
- Yeah, funny. - I'm hilarious.
Bye, Smitty.
We're not killing him.
You are looking at this all wrong.
Ray is already dead.
We're just making sure he stays that way.
You can hide behind that idea all you want,
but we both know it'll give you no comfort
when the nightmares come.
So what?
We let him get away with it?
No.
We come clean-- about everything.
Not a chance. Ray is right.
We say anything, it'll blow up our lives.
I will lose my career, my family.
I wouldn't let that happen. I'll take the fall.
I was squad leader. It'll all be on me.
I signed those after action reports too.
I'll say I made you sign 'em.
No one will buy it!
All right, you are gonna lose everything,
destroy my life, and then Ray will still be out there.
There is only one way out of this.
I can't.
And I won't let you.
You would arrest me for killing that scumbag?
[tense music]
Yes.
♪
Okay.
Then I'm out.
And whatever death and destruction Ray causes next,
that's on you.
♪
[exhales heavily] [car door closes]
Well, it's undisputed that Officer Nolan wanted
to inflict pain on Oscar Hutchinson.
Untrue.
It is very much in dispute.
Are we keeping you up, Officer Nolan?
Is my client's life not important to you?
Sorry, no.
I've been pulling doubles lately, and last night,
we took home a little girl whose family had been murdered.
Please strike that from the record.
Officer Nolan is clearly trying to paint himself
in a positive light for the court.
Not at all, though I can understand
how any act of generosity you would see as manipulative.
Let's get back on track.
Yes. Let's.
Officer Nolan, would you read the highlighted text exchange
from the day of the attack on Oscar Hutchinson?
[sighs]
"Why can't this guy just get shanked in prison?"
And who did you send that text to?
My girlfriend at the time, Bailey Nune.
And who were you referring to?
Who do you wish to see, quote,
"Shanked in prison"?
I don't wish to see anyone--
Just answer the question.
Who were you referring to in the text?
Oscar Hutchinson.
But this was taken out of context.
Under what context do you wish to see my client dead?
And to what lengths were you willing to go
to make sure that happened?
This is just a man venting his frustration
about work to his wife.
Nothing more. - Mm.
Let's move on to the second text,
shall we, Officer Nolan, if you please?
- Oh, wow. - Oh, yes.
This is a cool fort, don't you think?
- Yes. - And we can feel
really safe in here, huh?
[gasps] I love seeing you smile.
You can line 'em all up.
[kids' music playing]
Yes. Oh, I would love to sit closer.
It's pretty cool in here, huh?
Yeah.
[keys jangle, door opens]
Oh, good, you're not dead.
- I'm sorry. - Not good enough.
I've spent the last 36 hours imagining you bleeding out
at a variety of Los Angeles landmarks.
I would have called you if I could.
Telling me you're alive is not optional.
What the hell are you into that's making you so crazy?
- I can't tell you. - Why?
Because even knowing about it would put you at risk
with the department.
You committed a crime?
No.
I mean, no, not-- not technically.
But you've done something that I would be compelled
to report, and if I didn't, I would get disciplined?
I'm not gonna have my drama infect you.
Then what are you doing here?
[soft dramatic music]
I-I came to see you.
And what?
Order take-in? Watch TV?
Pretend like nothing's going on?
No. I--
If you are not here to tell me the truth...
♪
I need you to leave.
Understood.
♪
Hey, how are we doing on the multiple homicides?
Yeah, we're coming up empty so far.
No eyewitnesses, not a lot of doorbell cameras
in that neighborhood. - Yeah, and we talked
to some coworkers, and they did confirm
that they had turned their lives around.
[device beeps]
Now a dead end on ballistics.
No match.
No hits on any of the prints.
We should expand the canvassing area.
I'll add some units, widen the grid.
Wait, uh,
it looks like the Hughes got a payment
every third of the month for $300
like clockwork.
Drug payments?
Maybe the dad got back in the game.
You know a lot of junkies on a payment plan?
So... what?
Rent check?
I mean, they have had money problems.
And that back room felt different
than the rest of the house.
There were no personal items,
and it had a dead bolt on it.
Maybe they took on a tenant.
A tenant that disappears
after an entire family is slaughtered.
Looks like we have a suspect.
Hey, I need your help
figuring out what's going on with Tim.
- Good morning. - Morning.
Hi, how are you? I'm fine. Thanks.
Um, that's a lie.
Okay, so two nights ago,
Tim got this crazy phone call and then he disappeared.
Then he called in sick.
And now he says that if he tells me what's going on,
I could get fired.
Well, then I-- I guess it's a good thing
he didn't tell you.
Would you accept that reasoning from Bailey?
- No. - Look, if I knew what was
going on, maybe I could help-- we could help.
Right. But if he won't tell you,
I don't see what choice you have.
[car door closes]
What's going on? - We ID'd the guy renting
the back bedroom from the Hughes.
Midnight shift brought him in.
- Uh, I have to-- - N-no, of course.
Good luck. - Okay, you too.
And I'm here if you need me.
All right, we got warm milk, sound machine.
We are ready for nap.
Anna?
[unsettling music]
Sweetie? Come on out, sweetie.
We're not playing hide-and-seek.
♪
Anna?
[breathing heavily]
Anna?
Anna. Honey.
[groans]
Oh, my God.
Where's John?
[line trills]
Hi, it's John Nolan.
Leave a message at the beep.
[voicemail beeps]
Anna, sweetie.
- [coos] - [gasps]
Oh, sweetie.
You had me so scared.
Oh, come here.
Oh, sweetie, I was so scared.
Okay.
Oh, it's kind of nice in here.
I actually get why you like it.
Where were you night before last?
Uh, I was at home with my wife.
You can call her. She'll tell you.
What's your relationship to the Hughes?
Ellis and I go way back.
Uh, I work in Brentwood, live in Victorville.
It's about a two-hour drive on a good day.
I rent a room from them on the nights that I work late.
But I swear, I would never hurt them.
You know what happened?
It's all over the news.
Is Anna okay?
She's safe.
Look, I--I know I should have came forward
and said something, but, look,
I saw what he did to them, and I was scared.
He?
Yeah, Bad Rod.
[sighs]
Ellis won a lottery ticket a couple days ago,
was bragging how he hit big, and Rod seemed real interested.
[intriguing music]
I couldn't find her.
And suddenly, I was 15 again,
and that little boy was face down in the pool.
I can't believe I ever thought I could do this.
I understand how that trauma could imprint on you.
But that little boy was okay,
and so is Anna.
I am terrified I'm gonna fail her.
We all are.
One time, I accidentally slammed Dominique's finger
in the sliding glass door.
I can still hear her scream. - Mm.
You don't have to be perfect
to take care of this little girl.
You just have to care enough
to get through the scary moments.
But I can take her with me, if you want.
No judgment whatsoever.
No. Let her sleep.
You got this.
A lottery ticket?
That's why he killed that little girl's family?
Not even a lottery ticket, a scratch-off for $1,500.
If he's willing to kill three people for $1,500,
what's he gonna do to stay out of prison?
All right, Nolan, Juarez, you two cover the back.
You three take the front.
If he doesn't go quietly, we hold the perimeter
and let SWAT do their thing.
All right, go.
Mom's probably been searched a dozen times,
tired of having a gun stuck in her face.
You wanna low-key this?
All right, we're gonna low-key this.
Roderick may not be home, and we don't want to traumatize
this woman any more than we have to.
Roger that. We're in position.
No movement in the house.
LAPD. Mrs. Eaves?
We have a search warrant for this house
and an arrest warrant for Roderick Eaves.
He's not here.
That's what that sign says.
I haven't seen or heard from him in months.
So don't go tearing up my house.
A search warrant isn't a choice, ma'am.
Please step outside.
[floorboards creak]
Uh, floor gets creaky after I vacuum.
Yeah, that's not a thing.
Come here.
We have movement inside.
Perimeter hold. We are making entry.
[thunderous gunshots]
What the hell is he shooting?
High-velocity slug rounds.
Control, we have a barricaded suspect
with some type of long gun.
Send SWAT to our location.
[gunshots continue]
[car alarms blaring, dogs barking]
I got an open window. You want tear gas?
Do it.
[dramatic music]
♪
Cover me.
♪
[gunshot]
♪
[groaning]
Clear.
Control, Code 4.
We have suspect in custody.
Mobilize an RA unit for a GSW.
All right. Everyone okay?
All in one piece.
Hey, hey. You okay?
Heard it got a little dicey out there today.
Oh, yeah. A bit of a soup sandwich,
but we all came out all right.
All over a scratch-off ticket?
- Yeah. - [chuckles]
Oh, hey, I got some good news for you.
Oscar died?
You have to stop joking like that.
Even though he stabbed you?
Yeah, fair enough.
A judge granted the motion to dismiss.
- So it's over? - For you.
The judge said you had the lowest tier of culpability.
The sheriff stationed outside the hospital room
was primarily responsible for Oscar's safety.
- Wesley, that is great. - Yeah.
- Thank you. - I'd say get some sleep,
but I know you got a toddler
at your house, so-- - Oh, yeah, no.
Sleep is out the window. - Ooh, yeah.
I need to clear the air on something.
Um, look, the other night--
Totally my fault.
I should never have said yes to that drink.
It was a violation of our professional relationships,
and I could get into a lot of trouble.
T-trust me, you won't. I would never narc you out.
I know that, but I never should have
put you in a position to make that choice.
I understand if you want to switch therapists.
No.
No, not at all.
Look, you are the first person
that I've ever felt comfortable opening up to,
and I can't lose that.
You know, so no matter the--
the physical attraction we felt--
Aaron.
I need to make this very clear.
There was and is no attraction on my end.
I need you to understand that.
Understood. Yeah.
Uh, glad we cleared the air on that.
[clears throat] See you next session.
Have a good week.
Thank you. You too.
[door opens and closes]
[Mallrat's "Teeth"]
[camera beeps]
♪
What are you doing?
Nothing. I am not calling,
not searching, not stalking.
I'm just being a good girlfriend and trusting my man.
Worst country song ever.
Still no word?
I mean, we talked last night.
That's good.
More like I got heated and he just stood there,
so I don't know.
I'm at a loss. - I've got an idea.
Let's put a tracker on his truck.
You--you are a bad influence.
No. You're just a really good teacher.
Wh-what?
You think I haven't learned a thing or two
living with a cop who aced undercover school?
Okay. What have you learned?
Never hold your coffee with your gun hand.
Yes, that is actually very useful.
However, you do not have a gun.
So what else?
Keep your head on a swivel.
What is this?
- Oh, balance. - [laughs]
Good.
♪
♪ In my prayer, I don't speak ♪
♪ But with my hands and on my knees ♪
♪ When I ask, I receive
♪ Don't play fair, don't be sweet ♪
♪ It's in the air that I breathe ♪
♪ Understand it's up my sleeve ♪
♪ Well, in my head, it's in my sleep ♪
♪ With my hands, in my teeth
Oh, my gosh.
I love what you've done here.
I see a pig, but I also see a cat.
More of a pig-cat.
Kind of brilliant.
She's brilliant.
Okay.
Pardon me.
Let's do it.
- Do what? - Foster her.
I know we decided not to have kids,
but this feels like fate.
Yeah. No, it does.
Are y--are you sure you're all right with this?
Yeah. I-I-I mean, I'm terrified,
but I can run into burning buildings.
[knock on door] I can do this.
Of course you can. This is gonna be great.
- Yes. - This is gonna be so great.
Yes.
both: Hi. - Come in.
Hi. - Great news.
John, Bailey, this is Don Hughes,
Anna's uncle from Tampa.
- Oh, great to meet you. - Nice to meet you.
He's gonna take Anna to live with him.
That's--that's fantastic.
Yeah.
Thank you so much for taking care of her.
Oh, no, of course. Yeah.
- She's amazing. - Yeah, she's been great.
♪
Hey, sweetheart.
How you doing?
- Aw. - Aw. Fantastic.
This is goodbye, so high fives, little one.
Bye, sweetie.
Yeah. [laughs softly]
Let me get her settled in the rental.
I'm gonna head right to the airport.
- Okay. - Come on.
- [chuckles] - Ready?
♪
You both did an amazing job.
I can't thank you enough.
[somber music]
♪
You okay?
No.
Yeah, me too.
Damn it.