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I hate beach calls.

Getting this close to the water

without being able
to dive in is torture.

Not for me.

It's no surprise there.

Hating one of nature's greatest gifts

is totally on-brand for you.

I don't hate the beach.

I'm just not a fan of the ocean.

You know, - psychologically speaking,

fear of the water equates to a fear

of not being in complete
control of your environment.

Again, on-brand. Uh, you know, also,

good luck dating a lifeguard.

Hey, Ash.

Hey.

Wow. When I called for the cops,

I didn't expect them
to send their best.

And hottest.

Uh, so you called about a...

Yeah. It's right over here.

Did you hear her say "the hottest"?

Washed up an hour ago.

A couple kids found it.

That's why I don't swim in the ocean.

It's a dumping ground
for sewage, narcotics,

and human remains.

Still feel like going in?

You offer French and Mandarin?

Yes, and you don't
have to choose.

If Jack is admitted to Franklin Crest,

he could study both.

He'd be three when he starts here.

This all sounds amazing.

My pre-school was my aunt's apartment,

where she watched me
and seven of my cousins.

That must've been so much fun.

But study after study has shown

that nurturing children's minds

between the ages of three and five

is crucial to a successful
academic career.

And where better to
nurture your child than here?

I can see why they call this place

the Harvard of pre-schools.

We like to think of Harvard

as the Franklin Crest of universities.

And what do you do to keep the kids

from becoming overprivileged monsters?

What are you doing?

I went to schools like
this most of my life.

Most of the kids were awful, entitled.

And rich and successful. Be nice.

I'm sorry. We're having trouble
with the audio on our end.

We were talking about,

- Harvard.
- Right.

80% of our students
attend Ivy League schools.

Oh, and that's a selling point?

The Ivy League is a breeding ground

for even more entitlement.

I went to Harvard.

Well...

What was...

Sorry... Frozen...

You know... call... back.

What the hell are you doing?

Look, I know you are
dying to send Jack here,

but we need to make sure
it's a healthy environment.

I have to get to work.

Call them back,

and reschedule
the rest of the interview.

Sometimes I just
can't believe you.

- Hey!
- Oh, congratulations!

John Nolan,

Union Delegate.

How do you feel?

I feel amazing.

This is incredible guys,

you didn't do this all
yourselves, did you?

Oh, my goodness. No.

Uh, they were just left
at the front desk.

Oh.

"To LAPD's newest union delegate."

"From your friends
at the mayor's office."

Wow.

I am so happy for you.

John, you worked.

really, really hard to get this,

and I think you are gonna do

just an amazing job.

Thank you. That...
That actually means a lot to me.

- Are you okay?
- Uh, yeah.

Uh, it's... it's, uh,

the pregnancy hormones.

They... They make me,
uh, pathologically cheerful.

- Oh.
- So, um...

Seriously, it's the worst thing.

Um, I am gonna go set up the shop,

and I will let you all
deal with this long line.

- What long line?
- Oh, yes.

So, in honor of your first
day as union delegate,

half the cops in the
station want to, um...

well, they, they want to talk to you.

That's what I'm gonna
talk to him about.

They haven't restocked
the vending machine

with cheese puffs in six months.

I need my puffs.

A citizen just filed a complaint.

I need you to represent me.

So, what was the complaint?

I was taking a statement
from a homeowner,

and, well,

I needed to use her bathroom, and,

now she's claiming
that I destroyed her toilet.

I want to use a .44 Magnum

as my duty weapon.

When are we getting
air-conditioned body armor?

I'm just looking to get my
emotional support pig

deputized.

Seriously?

You had this job yesterday.

Already cracking
under the stress, Nolan?

No. I'm just wondering
what you were doing

for the last 12 years as union rep.

It seems like none of these
people's needs were being met.

Yeah, cops always find something
to whine about.

Plus, I told everybody

how eager you are
to hear their problems.

No matter how small.

You're welcome.

Already hard at work, I see.

Yes, sir.

Lieutenant Landon Briggs.

- I'm the Union...
- President, yes, I know.

Great to finally meet you.

Consider this a welcome present.

But, my small gift
is only the beginning.

You're about to be wined
and dined across this great city.

I've already received a-a few gifts,

but I'm just excited to get started.

I-I'm glad you stopped by.

What's a good e-mail for you

so I can send you a list
of my proposals?

I'm sorry...

- Proposals?
- Yeah.

I, um, campaigned.

on the promise of change.

At the top of the list
is a mental health initiative

that dispatches counselors on all calls

involving mental illness.

Oh, slow down there, son.

Our fight right now isn't about
the people out there.

It's about making sure

our brothers in blue get
everything they deserve...

Uh, paid overtime, benefits.

Eh...

There'll be time for your list later.

The most important thing now,

is to relax.

Enjoy your victory.

Hey.

Heard about that hand
that washed up yesterday.

God, I know. It's super gross, right?

You got any theories?

A couple. I...

At first, I was thinking
maybe human trafficking,

maybe the boat capsized,
took someone's hand off,

but then I realized that
the way the hand was severed

spoke more to some type of torture.

- Ah.
- Sorry, I,

watch a lot of true crime.

Oh, me, too.

I'm actually thinking
it's a "Gone Girl"

gone wrong scenario.

Ooh, I like that.

Yeah, maybe she was, uh,

trying to fake a drowning,

but then got caught
in her boat propeller.

- Exactly, yeah.
- Nice.

- I'll see you around.
- Mm-hmm.

- Hey.
- Hi.

What's that look?

N-Nothing. What?

You wanted to strangle
that guy last week.

- Now you're all sweet on him?
- "Sweet on him"?

What? Did-did we suddenly
just get dropped in the 1950s?

- What?
- All done.

Who knew a dead hand
would require so much paperwork?

Oh, hey, do you have plans tonight?

No. Why?

My friend Olive won four raffle tickets

to this fancy dinner thing,
and she just invited us.

What's a "fancy dinner thing"?

It's called Osia.

It's an exclusive pop-up

on the beach in Malibu, one night only,

12 fusion courses,

wine pairings included.

"An experiment in
molecular gastronomy."

I'll have to think about it.

What's there to think about?

Uh, the control freak in him

doesn't like to try new things, so...

I'm not a control freak.

I would be happy
to go to your dinner thing.

Sergeant Grey?

Lieutenant... Caba-relli?

- It's Cabarelli.
- Ah.

But call me Romeo.

Uh, thank you. Wade.

- And how was your flight?
- Eh, good, I suppose.

A little tight perhaps.

The Carabinie does not pay
for business class.

You're talking to a large man.

- Trust me, I understand.
- Yeah.

So, you're hunting a fugitive.

Tell me about him.

Kai Zullo.

Murdered a woman

in a home invasion in Rome.

Made off with 100,000 Euros
worth of diamonds.

Landed in Los Angeles three days ago.

Does he have any family
or friends here?

No, we believe he wants
to hide in a large city

until he can escape to South America.

He's fluent in many languages.

Well, he came to the right place.

You can hide another city

in this city.

But the LAPD's pretty good
at finding people.

Listen, I don't want to be a burden.

I'm sure you're stretched thin.

I simply need an escorting
officer with a pulse.

Not to sing my own praises,

but I'm an expert lawman.

Look, I have no doubt,

and, I am stretched very thin,

but it would be my honor

to work this case with you.

I can't possibly ask you to do that.

I insist.

I'm always looking for
a way to stretch my legs.

Yeah, I do the same.

So here's your carry permit.

And, you know,

I have a C.I. we can go see.

And you can tell me more
about our suspect on the way.

And when did the break-in
take place, Mr. Swaine?

Around 2:00 a.m.

Okay, what was taken?

I can't say.

I'm... I'm sorry. I don't understand.

Well, if I told you, I'd be revealing

ManMade Labs' trade secrets.

My company works at the forefront

of biotechnological advancement.

You're asking me to reveal
highly confidential information.

Okay, can you at least tell me
who was working at that time?

I'll have to check with
the lawyers on that one.

How about showing me
where the burglary happened?

That way, we can have TID
dust for prints.

I'm afraid that's not possible.

We have several government clients.

You don't have clearance to go

farther than the lobby.

We can't do our job without access.

Oh, was I... was I not clear?

I don't expect you to.

I-I just need a case number

for insurance purposes.

Sorry I'm late.
I had to yell at my husband.

Detective Angela Lopez.

Devon Swaine, CEO.

I apologize you had to come
all the way down here.

As I was telling this officer,

this matter's extremely sensitive.

We'll be handling it in-house.

You can send over that case number,

whenever you get the chance.

Thanks.

How do you want to handle this?

If they don't want our help,
there's not much we can do.

Just write it up and send it over.

We heard you got a body.

Yeah. He'd already lost a lot of blood

when he got here.

We did everything we could,
but he bled out.

- Stabbing?
- No.

Someone cut off his hand.

How clandestine.

I could be in "Dirty Harry."

American police work.

Is it really how the
movies make it look?

Oh, "Dirty Harry" is pretty outdated.

But, uh... Alright,
here's my guy now.

Flex.

Who's he?

Romeo is an officer of
the Italian Car-a-binieri.

Carabinieri.

- The what?
- He's a cop.

Just do what he tells you.

We're looking for a man
named Kai Zullo.

White, six-foot, Italian... like me.

He's in possession of stolen
jewels from my country...

diamond rings, necklaces, brooches.

He's an international fugitive
wanted on a murder charge.

Finding him is a big deal.

Yeah, I'll do my best.

No guarantees.

Informants.

They're the same everywhere.

Even the shifty eyes.

So, what now?

Let me guess.

We'll "hit the streets
and see who else is talking."

Not exactly.

How about "Reach for the sky"?

Do you still say that?

Have you seen any cop movie

that was made in the past 40 years?

Why are you wasting my
client's time, Detective?

He is a busy CEO.

I just have a few questions.

Which he already told
you he can't answer.

Well, your client.
might want to reconsider

now that one of his employees
turned up dead.

- Who?
- Mark Kilkea.

Someone cut off his hand to get
past the palm scanners

throughout your offices.

They left him for dead,

but he somehow managed
to get himself up,

and stumbled into a hospital

almost 24 hours later.

That's horrible, but my client
has nothing to do with that.

Maybe not,

but, given the company's
high-tech security protocols,

there's no way your client
wasn't aware that Kilkea

palmed his way into the
office right before the robbery.

But you didn't share that, did you?

In fact, according to
Mr. Kilkea's neighbors,

two security officers from your company

showed up at our victim's door
right after the robbery.

As you are well aware,

my client's business
is highly proprietary.

Yep. I looked into that.

According to your website,

the company you founded is a

"pioneering force in
biotechnological engineering,"

"making it possible for
humans to live better lives"

"in our modern world."

What are you guys making over there?

Widgets.

Either you answer my question,

or we will freeze and hold your company

until we can obtain a search warrant,

and you won't sell any widgets
until I say so.

Yeah, I'm not gonna let you do that.

It's a crime scene.

It's my discretion
on how to process it.

Let me help you out.

You created the fastest,
smallest microchip in the world,

and it's about to go to market.

Does that sound about right?

Where did you get that information?

Well, they just don't give
these out to anyone.

What are the chips used for?

To bridge the gap between
technology and biology,

and that's all I'm going to say.

And can you think of anyone

who would cut off a guy's hand

to steal this tech?

Chester Frey.

I fired him about six months ago

for performing experiments off-site,

doing research my
company never approved.

He called me last week,

insisting he was close
to a breakthrough,

begged me to let him access
our lab again.

I told him to lose my number.

And how dangerous would
you say Chester Frey is?

He's the worst kind
of crazy, Detective.

He's a zealot.

So, what's next?

Morning sickness, food cravings?

All of it, if it is a,

pregnancy side effect, I will get it.

But it's just all such
a blessing. Yeah.

Oh.

- John Nolan.
- Officer Nolan.

Elena Gutierrez, district councilwoman.

I wanted to convey my personal

congratulations on your victory.

Thank you very much, ma'am.

We're a big fan of
the LAPD over here,

so if you ever want
to chat, I'm around.

Well, are you free tonight?

I do have a couple of ideas
I've been kicking around.

Actually, I have a meeting

down the street from
your station this evening.

I can swing by after, around 7:30?

That is perfect. Thank you very much.

I am looking forward.

Me, too.

Wow. Okay. See, this is why I ran.

A chance to talk about real issues.

7-Adam-15, this is Lopez.

I have an ID on our hand-thief
murder suspect.

Chester Frey.

His house is five blocks
from your location.

Sending the address to your box

and additional units to back you up.

Copy that. We are on our way.

And thank you so much for calling.

I know. It's...
It's freaking me out, too.

Police!

God, it's like a
freezer in here.

Chester?

Come on up now. Show me your hands.

Clear upstairs.

Clear.

This place...

Do you hear that?

Police!

Um, Nolan...

And here we have a severed arm,

moving all on its own.

Uh...

I can't stop staring.

I think it's amazing.

I mean, the human body...

this truly is, a miracle.

Is she okay?

Pregnancy hormones.

Cool.

Any sign of our Dr. Frankenstein?

No. He left plenty
of evidence behind...

notebooks, computers.

Hopefully, we can learn

what scientific breakthrough
he thinks he's so close to.

Yeah, and where to look for him next.

- Be right back.
- Yeah.

- Any sign of Chester?
- No.

So, Chester cut off Mark Kilkea's hand,

and now there's a severed arm
in his house.

- That's two victims.
- Afraid there's more.

Harper and Nolan found a freezer

with eight more arms inside.

So, is that four more victims,
or eight?

Six, I think. Four right, two left.

On the initial exam, the ME thinks

they were removed post-mortem.

Two of them had clear signs
of decomposition.

So what? He's a grave robber?

We don't know yet.

Well, tell TID to get
a rush on the prints.

If we can get hits on his victims,

it might tell us where
he got the limbs from

- and who he targets.
- On it.

Detective Lopez.

What do you want, Mr. Karga?

Access to Chester Frey's house.

He stole proprietary property

from my client,
and I need to retrieve it.

That would be a no.

This is. an active crime scene...

I don't think you understand.

If my client's technology is leaked,

it will destroy. a billion
dollars' worth of R&D.

And the LAPD isn't exactly known
for its discretion,

which is why we prefer
to handle everything in-house.

Look, I get it.

But I can't help you.

We're seizing everything
inside this house, Mr. Karga,

and if you even attempt to step
foot inside this perimeter,

you'll spend tonight
inside a jail cell.

Wouldn't want to dirty that nice suit,
would you?

I would love to get
a look at Chester's computer

after TID is done processing it,

you know, try to get into his head.

You think Lopez would let me?

Doesn't hurt to ask.

It's Ash. Hey, Ash.

Hey.

Olive just pulled out
of the dinner thing, so...

Now I have all four tickets.

I was thinking of asking Byron
and his girlfriend...

Yeah, uh...

No. Y-You know what?

Lucy's been pining after
that place all day.

Maybe we ask her.

Osia? Yes. Oh, my gosh. Yes, please.

Cool, does she have a date to bring?

- Hey, Sanford.
- What?

You got plans tonight?

What are you doing?

Lucy needs a date to a fancy dinner.

Uh...

It'll be fun.

Okay. Yeah. I'm in.

Uh, text me the address.

She's good.

Okay.

What?

Don't be such a control freak.

Hey, we gave it our best shot.

Tomorrow's another day.

It always is.

You know, the
architecture in this city,

is ghastly.

Do not bad-mouth my city, Romeo.

Oooh. So sensitive.

- But I will prove it to you.
- Uh...

Come to Rome.

You walk down the streets,

you'll see thousands
of years of history.

That's what a real
city should look like.

I'm serious. Bring
that wife of yours.

Luna has been on me
about traveling more.

Then it's decided.

You will be my guest.

I will open my doors for you.

That's very generous. Thank you.

You know, you remind me
of someone I used to know.

A lieutenant.

His name was Santo.

I was only his cadet
when I joined the Carabinieri,

but he took me under his wings.

He showed me. my city through new eyes.

Like you are now.

"Used to know."

What happened?

My second year, he, uh...

He was shot.

I was there.

He died in my arms.

Every day, in here...

I see it.

Yeah, I know a little
something about that.

This is a miserable job sometimes.

That it is.

And sometimes...

The best.

That is true.

What's this?

Ah. Flex just got word.

Kai's meeting the
diamond broker tonight...

Gardner and Beverly.

That is wonderful.

But I don't want to keep you
from the end of your shift.

Why don't you drop me off?
I'll go stake it out.

If he's there, I'll call for backup.

See, I can't let you do that.

Besides, I already told the station

that I'm extending
my shift tonight, so...

You've already put in
so much time on my case.

Go home to your wife.

You know...

Luna has book club tonight.

I'm all yours.

I told a foodie friend

I was coming here, and they flipped.

And they said it sold out in,
like, 30 seconds.

How the hell did you get tickets?

My friend won them in a raffle.

I'm sorry, but who puts
a restaurant on the beach?

I mean, you're just asking
for sand in your food.

I don't get it.

For your first course,

we have Chef Celine Barris'

take on blinis and caviar...

a savory enoki pancake

with fruit of the forest roe,

and smoked Himalayan salt espuma.

Enjoy.

Was any of that English?

Let me translate.

All you need to know is that that

pancake is made of mushroom,

which I know is not your favorite,

- so I'm just...
- Ooh, no, take it. Yeah.

Yeah.

I'm sorry, I didn't know
you don't like mushrooms.

Oh, it's okay.

I'm not the most
adventurous eater, either.

But once on vacation in Jamaica,
I did have curry goat.

Ooh. Was his name Gerald?

God, shut up.

Don't.

- It's nothing.
- No, it's something.

Okay, we had a 2-11 at a petting zoo.

All of the animals got loose.

So, we-we nab our suspect,
we him back to the shop,

- and that's where we find...
- Gerald the goat.

He is so cute.

And he's sitting in Lucy's seat.

Well, because I
forgot that I had rolled

down the-the window, you know.

Who knew goats could jump?

Look, she tries to talk
him out of the shop,

but it's a goat, right?

So, she spends five minutes

making goat noises at this thing.

Yes, he called me "goat
whisperer" for all of last February.

- It was great.
- The darn thing never moved.

So, you know, we finally had
to call animal control.

It's funny.

Thank you so much for
coming, Councilwoman.

Of course. It is my pleasure.

You know, every time
that I've reached out

to one of my district's
union delegates,

they always brush aside
my invitations to talk.

So imagine my surprise
when you actually

seemed excited to talk to me.

Oh, I am. No, I-I campaigned

on the promise of
change, and I meant it.

Some of the best people
you could ever meet

are in the LAPD.

I would like the
institution to reflect that.

How can I help?

I'll be honest, Councilwoman...

- Elena.
- Elena.

Math was never my strong suit.

My brain bleeds, just
looking at my taxes.

But I was going over
our departmental budget,

and even I can see

we're putting a lot of money

in the wrong places.

You won't get an argument from me.

Now, at least 20% of our service calls

are for mental health
or substance-use issues.

Now, these people
don't need to be policed.

They need crisis intervention

and a counselor,
dispatched to the scene.

I've been thinking
about a pilot program,

if you could help me
get an audience with the mayor...

I'm so sorry.
This is, it's my first day.

I'm already overstepping.

No.

Do not apologize.

Your empathy is...

it's genuine, I can tell.

Tell me more about this program,

- please.
- Alright.

Well, people don't like the idea

of experimenting on the dead

for emotional reasons,

but it's an important tool
in the medical field.

Yeah, I'm not arguing that.

All I'm saying is that
turning people into cyborgs,

is how the world is going to end.

So, then, I guess

you haven't volunteered to be
an organ donor when you die?

Tim? No.

He wants to be cremated
and spread over Dodger Field.

I was joking when I said that.

My ashes would screw up
the pH level of the grass.

I can't believe you actually
called and asked.

I like the Dodgers.

Yeah.

And for dessert,

we have a spherical
coconut-mango emulsion

with a dusting of jalapeño essence.

Enjoy.

This is a joke, right?

I mean, people don't actually
enjoy eating this food, do they?

I'm sorry. I-I didn't mean to...

Excuse me, I need to use the restroom.

Whoa.

Wade, please.

I feel bad, making you waste your night

for what's likely a goose chase.

This is my case.

I'll take the burden
for the both of us.

I'm starting to feel like
you're trying to get rid of me.

No.

I'm loving our time together.

It's just that...

It's not good to work all the time.

You need to enjoy life more.

That's one thing I've
learned after Santo died.

- There he is.
- I'll call for backup.

Hey!

Preso, bastardo!

7-Adam-100, shots fired.

Officer needs help.

Suspect is white male,
black jacket, black pants.

Hey. What the hell was that?

He had a gun. You did not see?

No, I didn't see.

Well, he did. He's a
very dangerous man.

If I'd hesitated,
he would have killed me.

Yeah.

Good morning.

Franklin Crest e-mailed.

Their enrollment is suddenly full,

for two years from now.

Okay, I'm sorry, but,

if they are that sensitive,

to questions about
their students, then,

maybe we shouldn't send Jack there.

We should send him to public school.

Says the rich boy
who's never been to one.

Well, you went to public school.

You turned out great.

You're doing it again.

Wait, doing what?

Shoving your privilege
into your back pocket

when you can actually
use it for something good,

like the education of our child.

- That's not fair.
- But it's accurate.

Look, public school can be wonderful.

- Then what's the problem?
- You took away our options.

Even if Jack got into Franklin Crest,

we might not have enrolled him,

but you sabotaged it

and essentially made
a decision without me.

And why did you do it?

Because you have
private school baggage.

Okay.

Fine.

Maybe I do have some...

Baggage.

Maybe I'm afraid that
our son will become

the same poster boy
for entitlement that I was,

until I realized I didn't like myself,

and I set out to become
the man that you love.

Mostly.

I'm just disappointed,

that you didn't have
more faith in us, as parents.

They will record my name in history.

They will parade me through...

- Hey.
- You're here early.

Yeah. I couldn't sleep.

All I could think of was this

disembodied hand
climbing into my bed, so,

I've been here, scrubbing through

Chester's video journals.

You come to any conclusions?

I try not to use
the word "crazy"...

He cut off a guy's hand,

and reanimated a woman's dead arm.

- He's crazy.
- Yeah.

Okay, so, he shot this next video

the day before he cut off
Mark Kilkea's hand,

and used it to break
into ManMade Labs.

I am here, trying to
officiate a marriage

between science and humanity,

and nothing's working.

I know what I have to do.

I've never wanted
to resort to violence,

but this is not the time
to be faint of heart.

I am so close. I am so close!

I will show them my miracles,

then my sins will be forgiven forever.

Okay, so, this next one

is his last video entry,

and it was shot yesterday.

It worked.

Hear that?

Hear it? Hear it?

The wrist is contracting.

The-The, the hand is knocking,

pounding on the doors of immortality!

This changes everything.

Who needs a prosthetic limb,

when you can be made
whole with a reanimated one?

I'm creating life.

I am a god.

Whoo...

Anything in these videos

that can lead us to where he's hiding?

Not that I've seen.

Well, let's keep looking.

What do you need?

Close the door, come here.

I heard you were involved
in a shooting. You alright?

That was my Italian counterpart.

He and I tracked down his fugitive...

Kai Zullo.

But the second Romeo
saw the guy, he opened fire,

claimed he saw a gun.

- But you didn't.
- Correct.

- Did you check your body cam?
- Of course,

but there wasn't a good look.

I phoned Italy last night.

Spoke to one of their inspectors.

She told me that Romeo

is currently under investigation

for misconduct.

- So he's a dirty cop?
- Seemingly.

I think it's prudent that we

find Kai before Romeo does.

Okay, so what do we
know about Kai so far?

He's in a foreign country.

He appears not to have
friends or family here.

He has to stay under the radar,

so he can't use a
credit card or his ID.

Right, but he is gonna need
a place to stay.

A no-tell motel that accepts cash.

We will start canvassing.

Thanks, I'll keep Romeo
busy while you look.

- Hey.
- Implant the size of...

We got hits on prints

on three of the arms
found in Chester's place.

All three were from
unclaimed or indigent people

whose bodies had been in
storage in the County Morgue.

That's a great way to grab
bodies no one would ever miss.

The County holds onto the
remains of unclaimed individuals

for up to three years,

then they're buried
in a pauper's grave.

That's sad.

D-Does Chester have a
connection to the morgue?

Not that we know of,

but it's possible that
he found an employee

who was willing to sell him body parts.

- We'll check it out.
- Yeah.

Police. Anyone here?

He's here.

It's still wet.

Control, 7-Adam-100.

Can I get backup for a 415?

Male, unknown weapon.

Standby for further.

He's dead.

7-Adam-100, I have a 187
at the County Morgue.

Suspect is Chester Frey.

Still outstanding in the building.

Have an RA stand by
until scene is secure.

Everyone, up against the wall.

Go.

Now! Faster!

- Shut up.
- No.

- Shut up!
- Help me!

Stop crying! Stop crying!

Now!

Okay, no one wants to raise their hand.

Good.

You'll cut here.

I need his arm.

That guy there.

Stop acting dumb.

You're in charge.

You know how to use these instruments.

So go ahead.

Pick it up.

Start cutting.

Why are you waiting?!

It's either this arm or your arm!

So pick one!

Or else I'll blow their head off,
do you hear me?

It's him. He's got hostages.

Faster.

- What are our options?
- Faster!

We could wait until
he gets what he wants,

and then flank him on his way out,

but he might kill the
hostages before he leaves.

Which rules that out as an option.

We could make contact,

bring in a hostage negotiator,

and try to talk him out.

Given the video logs, do you
really think that's an option?

No, clearly, he thinks
he's on a divine mission.

He'll probably shoot his way out
before he surrenders.

So, what's our game plan?

Now the other one.

7-Adam-100, show a Code 4.

Suspect in custody.

Okay, I put feelers out
through the union chat group...

A great way to talk to every cop
in L.A., by the way...

And between them all,
they have informants

at 64 of the 71 no-tell motels

in the greater Los Angeles area.

Of those, one of them has
a possible Kai Zullo sighting.

I say we go get into our civvies,

and we stake it out.

God, I just love
this job so much.

- Maybe I should drive.
- Yeah. Okay.

So you mentioned yesterday that

you had a bit of a history with Kai.

Si, si.

I arrested him when I first started

with the Polizia Municipale di Roma,

and many times since.

He's a...

A repeat offender.

Unh-unh, there's
something about this case

you're not telling me.

I don't know, just...

Seems personal.

All my cases are personal.

Are yours not?

Hmm.

Excuse me.

Yeah?

It's Nolan. We got eyes on Kai.

You want us to move in,
make the arrest?

No, I have a better idea.

He's in room 13.

Harper's in the manager's office,

having the clerk call
all the rooms around,

making sure no one comes out.

- You wanna wait for SWAT?
- Yeah.

Like scared little children?

No, surely, we're men
enough to go arrest him.

It's not about being "men," Romeo.

It's about officer safety.

But I do think we can
handle one armed felon.

Somebody's gonna have to
post up in the alley, though,

make sure he doesn't rabbit.

Allow me.

Okay.

Get in position.

We'll move in when you call.

Drop the gun, Romeo!

Harper and Nolan.
arrested Kai 20 minutes ago.

He confessed to working
with you back in Italy,

but then he killed a homeowner
and fled to America.

And you worried he would
flip on you if he got caught,

so you came to kill him.

But what you didn't foresee

is that you would get paired

with the best cop in the city.

A man who believed in me

when I didn't even believe in myself.

Seriously, how much longer you
gonna be like this?

Let's go.

Romeo on his way to the Towers?

Yeah, and, um,

Kai is on his way back to Italy,

with two U.S. Marshals.

Thanks for everything you did today.

Of course.

You okay?

Yeah. It's just...

I liked the guy.

You liked who he was pretending to be.

Yeah.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Can't wait.

Hey. Uh,

I wanted to talk to you.

Have to be honest...

I-I wasn't really feeling last night,

hanging with Ashley and Tim.

I am so sorry.

Tim and I spend so much time together

on the jobs, we...

we have a shorthand.

No, no, it's fine.

I just don't think our first date

should've been a double date.

So, how about a do-over?

I was hoping you'd say that.

Yeah?

Um, but look,

me and my wallet might
not be able to outdo Osia.

Oh, my gosh. I don't
even care about that.

Uh, what's your favorite restaurant?

Oh. Pink's Hot Dogs.

I know, not the most romantic...

No, no, no, no. I love Pink's.

- Yeah?
- Yes.

Well, are you... you hungry now?

Yes. Yes. Let's go.

Let's go.

Hey.

Hey.

So, I called Franklin Crest today,

and apologized to the Dean.

Jack's in.

- For real?
- Yep.

In two years' time,
our child will officially

be enrolled in the Harvard
of pre-schools.

Unless we send him.
to the new charter school

that just opened up.

What?

Don't look at me like that.

I just want every option
available for him

when it comes time for us to decide.

And just so we

can avoid these sorts of arguments

in the future,

I made up a parenting chart

for us to fill out.

I broke everything
down into categories.

First, let's start with...

Discipline.

Do you believe in grounding?

I'm sorry.

Are you really murder-boarding
our child's future?

I'm... I'm sorry.

For what?

For last night.

My whole attitude about trying
something new with you.

Look, I'm flexible.

I get every relationship
is a compromise.

But you acted like you were

doing me a favor,

and then you spent the
whole night talking to Lucy.

It didn't feel good.

I know. You're right.

Look, it's just that the thing is,

every job I've had has been

wall-to-wall unpredictability.

You know, being ready for anything,

no matter how crazy or dangerous.

So, when I'm off the clock...

You like your creature comforts.

But life can't just be about

watching Rams games on the couch

and talking about the
job with your partner.

She is not my partner, okay?
I'm her sergeant.

And...

That is not the point.

The point is,

you deserve someone who tries,

and I want to be that for you.

I want that, too.

Okay.

So, here's what I'm thinking.

We get on the freeway,

and we go anywhere,

and you take me to do
anything you want, okay?

I'll even call in sick
tomorrow if you want me to.

- Really?
- Yeah.

And we can do anything?

Hey.

Nolan.

Lieutenant Briggs.

What did I tell you,

about not getting ahead of yourself?

I'm sorry, I don't know
what we're talking about.

I am president of the police union.

I had no idea about this.

Do you know how foolish
that makes me look?

I-I swear to you, sir,

that's going to be as good
for us as it is for the public.

The public? That's not
your job to worry about.

You put your brothers
and sisters first.

That's your job!

Um, respectfully, sir,

I disagree.

You know what the best part
about being union president is?

Power.

The power to help the people I like,

and hurt the people I don't.

So enjoy your free martinis
and dinners, Officer Nolan.

I've got a feeling you're not
gonna be a delegate for long.

Because I did
something to help the city

a-and cops sent out on calls

they haven't been properly trained for?

Come on, sir.

You can't honestly be saying you'd

try to push me out of office for that?

Watch me.

- Yikes.
- Really?

When I need Detective
Happy Pants the most,

I get "yikes"?

Oh, you don't need me for that.

You are the most positive
person I have ever met.

You certainly are not gonna let

a guy like Briggs get in your way.

- You know, you're right.
- Mm-hmm.

No matter what happens next,

I said I was gonna bring
change to the Department,

and I'm doing that.