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I'm not doing it.

This interview is
with the Ellen Chambers.

Her viewership is unmatched.

Millions of people--

English is your first
language, correct, counselor?

Are you comfortable
in that new single cell?

How about the money that
my firm put on your books?

Because I can
reverse everything,

and you can go back to eating
jail slop three times a day.

English is your first
language too, correct?

I appreciate all you
and your firm have done.

Great.

Now, these questions
Ellen's team sent over--

I refuse to entertain
these lascivious inquiries.

They're inappropriate
and offensive.

This is about telling
your side of the story,

bringing in new sympathizers.

Fine.

Just admit guilt, then.

The prosecutors are
offering a plea deal.

You confess to the kidnapping
of Gabi Mosely

and Lacey Quinn in exchange
for 30 years in prison.

Of course, you'll be an old man
by the time you get out,

if you even survive that long.

What do you want, Hugh?

Gabrielle.

Absolutely not.

This obsession with Gabi
is what got you here

in the first place.

You have to let her go.

I think we're done here.

No, wait.

We both know that Gabi
will never see you in here.

But at trial?

At trial,
she'll have no choice.

So you want me to put
my freedom in your hands?

You trust me, don't you?

Hey.

Thanks for meeting me.

Well, thank you
for reaching out.

You know, as much
as I, uh, prefer this

to me chasing you down
for a statement, I am curious.

What--what, uh--
what changed your mind?

Everyone at M&A
talks about you like

you're this stand-up guy,

even the ones who don't
particularly like you.

I figured that meant
maybe I could trust you.

Well, you're really observant
for your age, you know that?

So, uh, what's on your mind?

I was wondering,
how much time would someone get

for abducting a child?

Well, it depends
on a lot of things,

like if that child at any point

was taken across state lines.

Look, I want
to tell you everything,

but I need you to promise me
this stays between us.

Well, I wish I could, Jamie,

but I'm not a lawyer, you know?

There's no attorney-client
privilege here.

Anything you tell me
that's related to a crime,

I do have to report.

I just don't want
to say the wrong thing

and hurt anyone.

I understand that.

I don't think that I'm ready.

Hey, Jamie.

Jamie.

Look, I--I'm trying
to respect your mom's wishes

and give you time.

But sooner or later,
the people at the top

are going to find out
that you're back,

and they'll demand answers.

At that point,
this will be out of my hands.

And if I don't give answers,
will that make me,

like, an accessory?

You're the victim, Jamie.

Heather.

You don't look
surprised to see me.

There's a plea deal
on the table.

I figured you'd reach out.

But if you're here to tell me
that Sir took the offer,

that could have been
a phone call.

Look, I have a lot
of respect for you, Gabi.

You're an ambitious woman,
like me.

We are nothing alike.

Hugh isn't taking
the plea deal.

I came here
to tell you in person

so that you'd know
what's coming.

On the stand, I'm going to ask
about the farmhouse.

You've already admitted
to going there voluntarily,

but I want to make sure
that's true,

knowing how fallible
a 20-year memory can be.

Why are you doing this?

You don't need this case.

It's not personal.

Everyone's entitled
to a defense, even Hugh Evans.

Besides, this case could
break legal standard

and shatter the glass ceiling
over my head.

What about the fact
that you'd be

setting a monster free,

someone that terrorized me
for 20 years?

No, I can't do it.

Are you OK?

I don't know if
I should have come here, or--

or where I should even start.

How about with a deep breath?

Good.

Now tell me what happened.

I witnessed a kidnapping.

Who was taken?

I don't know.

Apparently Wendy was
on a drive earlier,

trying to clear her head,
and saw a vehicle

cut off a young man
running along GW Parkway.

She said the driver got out

and threw the runner
into the car.

Were there any other
witnesses on the road?

Sounds like it,
but my guess is

no one reacted
fast enough to help.

Before we head in,
you should know that Jamie went

to see Trent this morning.

Did--
did Jamie tell him anything?

No, he backed out.

But this could be a good sign,

that Jamie made the first step.

Seems like he's ready.

He just doesn't know
who to trust.

I should be
that person for him.

But instead, he's protecting
the woman that--

that destroyed me
and my family.

I mean, just the idea that
he is going to see her, it--

We could follow him.

Eventually,
he will lead us to her.

No.

No, if Jamie found out
that I betrayed his trust,

I could lose him.

You know, I don't even
think he realizes that

he slipped up on her pronouns.

Jamie needs to be the one
to turn her in.

Otherwise,
that woman becomes a martyr.

And I can't have that.

Let me see if I can
get through to him.

He's interested in our cases.

I could take him under my wing,
involve him, build trust.

If he feels part of something,
maybe he'll open up.

Everything OK?

Go for it with Jamie.

The sooner he feels comfortable
talking about what happened,

the sooner
we'll know who took him,

and then Jamie and I can
put this nightmare to bed.

Can you give us
a description of the car?

- Or the person driving it?

Um, I remember that
the driver was a woman,

but that's it.

OK.

What happened
when you called 911?

I didn't.

Well, I figured one of the
other witnesses called it in.

And then I started
to second-guess everything,

and what if the cops
didn't think

they had enough information,
or didn't take it seriously?

So that's why you came to us.

I couldn't just do nothing.

That poor man.

You did the right thing.

If someone's been kidnapped,
we'll find him.

I promise.

Does she know?

- I don't think so.

I just spoke with Trent.

No abductions of any kind
were reported

on George Washington Parkway.

I--I promise,
the two of you won't be

going through this alone.

- Yeah, we've got you.

All this means
is that bastard won't be

stepping foot outside
those walls again,

unless it's in a body bag.

I appreciate all of you,
but our energy

is best spent elsewhere.

Like on our non-case case?

Come on,
we're hinging this thing

on one eyewitness account,
a witness

who suffers from insomnia.

Without a victim's name
or any concrete details,

what are we investigating?

Sorry, I--I thought I--

Come in, Jamie.

I asked Jamie to come.

We need all hands on deck.

- What if Wendy
exaggerated what she saw?

She did admit to being
an anxious person.

I trust Wendy and her memory.

The cost of not believing
could be someone's life.

At the very least,
Wendy believes what she saw.

That's good enough for me.
We have a location.

Let's start searching there.

Maybe something was left behind
that can fill in the blanks.

- My drone will help
cover more ground.

Lace, maybe you can
swing by and pick it up?

I'm riding with
Margaret, so, uh,

Dhan, you can get it, right?

It's cool of you to let me
help out on this case.

Well, that sketch
you made last time made

a big difference in our case.

You've got an eye for detail.

So what's your process
in an investigation like this?

I mean, where do you
even start?

This one's
a little bit trickier.

Without a victim's name
or any physical evidence,

it's hard to know
what we're looking for.

So we use what we got.

And what's that?

Intuition.

Your first instinct
is usually right.

Follow that impulse.

You really think
it's a good idea having him

this involved with the case?

Dhan.

My FBI contact says

DNA results are
still backed up.

Kid's a walking question mark,
and I still don't trust him.

Trust breeds trust--

if we let him in,
he'll reciprocate.

Or he'll use that access
against us.

Margaret, you find something?

Do you guys see that?

That's blood.

Well, Wendy was right
about one thing--

someone's in trouble.

We did a sweep
of the shoulder

and found tire marks
near the point of interest.

I'm having forensics
examine that

and the blood on the watch,

but the DNA match
could take time.

Tell me about it.

You gonna answer that?

Just spoke with Zeke.

He said a watch that pricey
is bound to have a warranty,

and he's trying
to track down a name.

So what happens now?

We look for other witnesses.

Someone knows something.

It's time to get them talking.

Margaret and I will
round up the press.

No reporters.

We're doing this right here,
right now on social media.

It needs to feel personal.

My money is on
the bystander effect

being the reason
no one has come forward.

Ready?

America, I need your help
to save a life.

Evans!

All human wisdom is
contained in these two words--

wait and hope.

Well, the waiting is over.

Just got a call from my boy.

He aced that essay.

So for the first time,
he thinks his dad's

a genius for helping.

Thank you.

Again, I, uh, couldn't
have done it without you.

No, it was my pleasure.

You know, one of the reasons
I became an English teacher is

because I wanted
to unlock the greats,

so that young minds
could bloom.

Here, I want you to keep it.

You know,
this is my favorite book.

It's easy to imagine
how Edmond felt--

misunderstood, trapped
for a crime he didn't commit.

Yeah, you--
you're not what I expected.

It's so easy for things
to be misconstrued,

especially in the media.

Why do you think
I didn't take the plea deal?

All I ever wanted
is to help Gabrielle.

Even in my current
predicament, it's--

all I care is that
she's fulfilling her purpose.

That's what gets me
through this isolation,

not unlike Edmond.

Listen, supposedly
she's doing just fine.

Word online,
she's working a new case.

Can you tell us
exactly what you saw

on the road this morning?

Some dude getting shoved
into a dark gray van.

Do you remember what
the attacker looked like?

Were they female?

I didn't catch their face.

But I mean, they had long hair,

so it could have been
a chick, yeah.

It was definitely
a guy driving.

Couldn't tell you
the type of car,

but I remember noticing that
it was from out of state.

The license plate had
a cool design,

but I don't know what state
the car was from.

Do you have
a physical description

of what the man looked like?

Does cute count?

I'd describe the car as small
and, like, a dark brown.

Honestly, I thought
it was a hazing prank.

We were right next
to a college.

Is that why you didn't stop?

I was heading
the opposite direction.

What was I supposed to do?

I mean, cross into
oncoming traffic?

I couldn't be
late for work again.

I couldn't stop.

I had a crying baby
in the back.

That's the last one.

Margaret and Dhan
are grabbing coffee.

Text me your order
if you want one.

Any idea how we make sense
of this conflicting mess?

Look for consistencies
in statements.

Like how multiple people
said the car

didn't have D.C. plates?

Exactly like that.

Means the driver
is likely from out of state.

It's just crazy to think that
this could have been avoided.

All it takes is
someone seeing something

and stepping up, like--

like, um--like Wendy did.

Lace, can you
check in with Trent,

see if forensics
found anything yet?

You know you can talk to me
about anything.

I'm not bound by law
like Trent is,

and I don't have the same
emotional attachment

as your mom.

It's Trent.

He's got a match
on fingerprints off the watch.

Peter Weber.

Finally, a name to go
with the statements.

According to Trent,
he's an EMT.

Matches the name
I got off the warranty.

Seems like Peter
mostly used his socials

to document big milestones.

Looks like he just moved in
with his girlfriend.

This is Peter
and his coworker, Amy.

Seems like a pretty
close coworker.

"Celebrating promotion
with work wifey."

Kind of messed up that
Peter's dedicated

his whole life
to saving people,

and the one time he needed
help, no one was there for him.

Who's that old guy in
all his quality time pics?

Uh, I don't see
any familial traits,

but they do seem close too.

He refers to him as Roy in
some posts, but let me see.

Oh.
- What is it?

Roy passed away
a few weeks ago.

Aortic aneurysm.

The announcement says
he's survived by

his son Mark Parsons,

but there's
no mention of Peter.

Is there any evidence of
Peter's immediate family

on his socials?

Not that I can find.

I'm deep in his profile too.

Uh, it seems like
a lot of his support

comes from the community.

Most of his tagged photos are
praise from former patients.

Not exactly the kind
of guy you imagine

having a target on his back.

Well, something must have
gone down this morning,

because I found
a disciplinary report

on him on the hospital server.

It's encrypted,
so I can't open it yet.

Zeke, as well as the report,
try and access his phone data.

Find out who he was
last in touch with.

Lacey, Margaret,
speak to Diane, the girlfriend.

Dhan and I will talk
to the work wife,

see if she can tell us
anything more about

this disciplinary action.

Jamie, with us.

Hey, everything all right?

Uh, it's--it's Taylor.

She wants to have dinner
with me tonight.

But if I see her, I'll have
to lie to her about Jamie.

It's hard enough that Jamie
still doesn't want me to tell

Darryl or the girls
that he's back, but--

but if I see her, I just--

I just can't lie to her face.

Margaret, your family
has already endured

the worst thing imaginable.

If your relationship
with Taylor

can withstand losing Jamie,
it can handle his return.

Margaret.

Margaret.

Mm.

What?

Hey.

Where--where are the girls?

Off to school.

Francine took them,
since I have to get to work.

What? You're going back?

We can't keep putting
our lives on hold.

I have two kids to feed.

You have three kids.

I know that,
but we also have two daughters.

Do you know what the moms
at school are saying?

They're calling you crazy
for sleeping here every night.

I don't care
what they're saying.

Well, you should.

It's impacting our girls,
our family.

Darryl.

Darryl, I have to be here.

I have to, please.

And I have to make sure

our girls have a normal life.

I have to go.

I knew something was wrong.

I felt a little unsettled
when Peter didn't

come home right after his jog.

We found this watch
at the scene.

Do you recognize it?

Yeah.
Peter never takes it off.

It was given to him
by someone special.

- Was that person Roy?
- Yeah.

He was Peter's neighbor
growing up,

but he treated him
more like his son.

After Peter lost his mom to
cancer and his dad to gambling,

Roy stepped up.

He saw that Peter had
a gift for helping people

and he urged him
to go into the medical field,

even paying for his college.

Roy was the closest thing
to family that Peter had.

What was Peter's relationship
like with Roy's son, Mark?

Tense.

Sometimes death brings
people closer together.

Not when your father leaves
everything to the neighbor kid.

Yeah,
Peter was just as shocked.

But he offered to split
Roy's assets with Mark,

and Mark refused.

A couple days later,

Peter got a letter
from Roy's lawyer.

Mark was contesting the will.

He wanted the money
for himself.

What do you mean, abducted?

I just saw him on our
shift this morning.

Which is why
we wanted to talk to you.

How long have you known Peter?

Since he started
working in the capital region,

which I guess was
a little over two years ago.

I remember thinking
it had been a while since

I've seen a kid
with instincts like his.

Peter's good at what he does.

Then why
the disciplinary report

filed against him this morning?

I promise you, we only
want to help find Peter.

And that means
knowing everything

about him, the good and bad.

Peter's been going through
a hard time recently.

He lost someone close
to him, and ever since,

he's been showing up
late to work

and falling asleep on the job.

And I don't judge
how people grieve,

but today it almost cost
a patient's life.

What happened?

We were dispatched
to a residence where

a teenage boy was having
a manic episode.

We got him in the ambulance,
but he was out of control.

And I asked Peter
to give the patient propofol

to calm him down, but he
mixed up the medications,

giving the boy two milligrams
of medical-grade fentanyl.

That's enough
to kill someone.

Luckily, I noticed
and I quickly

administered naloxone
to reverse the overdose.

It saved the patient's life,
but he lost consciousness.

And he's been like that

ever since we left him
at the hospital.

- I'm sorry to hear that.
- Me too.

Grief or not, I couldn't
cover this up for him.

I had to write Peter up.

How did Peter handle
the fallout?

He felt awful.

He tried apologizing
to Greta, the patient's mom.

It didn't go well.

Not well as in--

Greta lunged at Peter.

She told him that
if her son didn't wake up,

that she would kill him.

I didn't do anything
to that boy.

Are you saying you didn't
threaten Peter's life?

That was just talk.

If you're looking for a crime,

how about what he did
to my son, huh?

I called 911 for help,
and now look at Nathan!

I am sorry about
your son, but--

But nothing.

Peter should be arrested
for what he did.

I could give a damn
what happens to him.

Is there anyone to
corroborate your whereabouts

earlier this morning?

If my son was awake,
he would tell you that

I've been by his side all day.

Speaking of, I should be
getting back to him.

Excuse me.

There's something off
about that lady.

The whole overprotective mom
bit feels like a show.

I agree.

Mom, you listening?

Hi.

It's Cathy.

Cathy, right?

Um, this--this is my son.

Have you seen him,
or did you see something?

- No.
- It's--it's OK. It's OK.

You can tell me.

Why--why are you
backing away from me?

You're hiding something.
- No.

Where were you
on Saturday, April 24?

- Get the hell away from me!
- Did you take my son?

- Let go!
- Mom?

Jamie, give me a sec.

Uh, Jamie, I'm sorry.

I'm going to go for a smoke.

You want to go after him?

No.

I'm starting to learn a smoke
means he needs a break from me.

Actually, the whole reason that
I came was to update you two.

Zeke was able to get
into Peter's phone data,

and there were some threatening
messages from Roy's son, Mark.

How threatening?

The "I'll put you
in the ground

personally before
I let you keep my money"

type of threatening.

Look, it's a real bummer
what happened to Peter,

but I'm not sure why
I'm being dragged into this.

Well, threatening
to put someone in the ground,

even via text,
is still a crime.

That's just one of a litany
of texts you sent Peter.

Doesn't sound very brotherly.

That's because
he's not family.

Peter's a charity case
that overstayed his welcome.

When I found out
that he coerced my father

into selling
our family's legacy,

yeah, I was a little mad.

You say legacy,
but I hear payout.

Is money really more important
than your father's wishes?

It's not about the money.

Peter got all of my dad
when he was alive.

Attention.

Praise.

Love.

I won't let him take
what's left.

You're grieving.

I get that.

Pain like that can lead
to desperation,

and desperate people
do crazy things.

You're from out of state, right?

That your Porsche with

the Maine license plates
out front?

Yeah, it's a rental.

Flew in from New York

for the will's
court hearing tomorrow.

Well, that seems like
convenient timing

for Peter to go missing.

He doesn't show up tomorrow,
and Roy's estate goes to you.

It would be

if I hadn't just landed
a couple of hours ago.

I can't be in two places
at once.

You're popular today.

Wendy keeps checking in
to see if there are

any updates on Peter.

It's nice to know
Good Samaritans still exist.

Hey, um, how are you doing?

I, uh, think
we all expected that

Sir would take the plea deal.

Nope, not going there,
especially in a place

where I could be arrested
for my response.

How are you and Heather?

Uh, not going there,
especially in a place

where I could lose my badge
for my response.

Wow, you weren't kidding.

Wendy's persistent.
- It's Jamie.

He says he needs me back
at the hospital ASAP.

Hey, Trent.

A call came through for you
on the main line.

Detective Trent.

Heavy Boots.

What the hell do you want?

No, on the contrary,

I'm calling with a gift.

It'll help you find Peter.

How do you know about--

This place has
its own ecosystem,

and gossip is its currency.

The things prisoners
smuggle in,

deals made on the outside,

trust built
within the hierarchy.

Just recently,
a man was brought in

for running an underground
ring of amateur fighters,

recording their deaths,
and posting them online.

Get to the point.

Peter was taken
near a college.

Kids upload all sorts
of indecent acts

for clicks and likes.

Acts like kidnapping.

You really think
I don't know that?

Letting your pride and ego
come before a life

doesn't sound like you.

I suggest you listen.

There's a site on the dark web.

No, you listen,
you worthless piece of crap.

I have an entire force
at my disposal.

I don't need you.

Gabi doesn't need you.

No one needs you.

You're lying--I know
you did something to Peter.

How dare you accuse me?

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
What is going on?

While I was smoking outside,

I learned from a security guard

that Greta left a few minutes

after Peter did this morning.

She was gone for hours.

You lied to us, Greta?

Everything with Nathan
has been so overwhelming.

I just needed a break.

You've been drinking.

I went to a bar, yes.

I just needed something
to take the edge off.

- Real moms don't need breaks.
- Jamie, enough.

Do you have any idea
of what some women

would give to be mothers?

If you really loved your son,
you wouldn't have left him.

Excuse us for one moment.

She's just going to continue
lying until we arrest her.

We are not cops,
and this is not how

we handle our investigations.

Rule number one of M&A,
we focus on saving our clients.

The bad guys are DCPD's domain.

Wait.

So you get to break the rules
and follow your gut,

but when I do, it's a problem?

I can see right through Greta.

Why can't you?

Your past is
clouding your judgment.

Rule number two, make it about
the victim, not yourself.

You have no idea
what I've been through.

You're right.

I suspect the woman who
took you couldn't have kids.

That's why she held
onto you so tightly.

I understand.

You're confused and angry.

I'm still in therapy,
working through my anger

from Sir, my kidnapping.

But if those things
hadn't happened to me,

M&A might not be here,

along with the countless
lives we save.

I am still learning
how to reconcile with

the darkness I experience
with who I am today.

But I tell you this because
we are not dissimilar.

You can talk to me.

This isn't about me.

You just want
to make things right for her.

It's my fault.

I triggered him,

and now he feels
abandoned by me again.

You took my son! It was you!

Let go of me, crazy!

Somebody call the police.
She took my son!

- Honey.
- You took--

- Honey, it wasn't Cathy.
- What?

She only started working
a week ago.

It wasn't Cathy.

It's OK.

OK, everyone, show's over.

Show's over.
- Oh, God, Carrie.

You know, I came by today
to see if you could use

some help passing out flyers,
but I think

what you really need
is a friend.

I just need him to come home.

Damn it!

Hey, what happened?

Is it the case?

No, uh, it's personal.

Lace, I'm--

I'm just going to say it.

When are we going to stop
tiptoeing around each other?

If anyone's guilty
of tiptoeing, it's me.

Look, I know now
isn't the time,

but we should probably
talk about the kiss.

What's going on?

What is it?

Oh my God, my--my algorithm
finally picked up a video

somebody posted online.

Help!

Somebody help me!

Some college kid
posted the video

on a clickbait forum
called shockvid.net.

Hate that we've become
the kind of society

where people have time
to pull out their phones

and record someone
in trouble but not help.

This video doesn't show us
anything new.

It just corroborates what
most of the witnesses said.

Wait, the witnesses.

Um, Zeke,
can you rewind the clip

and then zoom in
on the back left window?

Wasn't one of the witnesses
from Texas?

But honestly, I thought
it was a hazing prank.

We were right next
to a college.

Owen had the same emblem
on his baseball cap.

And his statement varied
significantly from the rest.

That can't be a coincidence.

Could be he was trying
to throw us off track.

Maybe Owen wasn't just
a witness to the crime,

but the one committing it--
but why?

What is his connection
to Peter?

All right.
I'll get his photo to Dhan,

see if anyone at the hospital
saw him with Peter.

I'll arrange surveillance
at his place.

No one will go in
without my order.

Great. In the meantime,

Zeke, I need you to pull up

everything that you have on--
- Already done.

It looks like Owen
recently deleted

some photos from his socials.

Lucky us, the internet
never forgets.

Wait, that's Amy,
the work wife.

At least now we know
Owen's connection to Peter.

Dhan.

Greta's son just woke up.

He said Amy was the one

who administered the fentanyl,
not Peter.

So the story she told
about Peter's

inability to handle the job
was her story, not his.

After she accidentally
OD'd the patient,

Peter probably threatened
to write her up.

She couldn't afford
to lose the job,

so she enlisted the help of her
boyfriend to get rid of him.

Either she was banking
on Nathan never waking up

or figured nobody would believe
him because of his condition.

No one except us.

Zeke, text me Amy's address.
- OK.

DCPD! Hands up!

Wendy,
what are you doing here?

Mom, don't say anything.

- Mom?
- Mom?

I--I'm sorry.

This was just supposed to be

a nice weekend visit
with my son.

I didn't expect
any of this to happen.

So you playing
the concerned citizen

was just a ruse to make sure
we weren't on your son's trail?

No, I thought I was doing
the right thing coming to you.

You went to them?

You triggered all of this?

Well, what choice did I have?

You called my son
early in the morning,

begging him to help you
get rid of a coworker

because of a mistake you made.

Stop talking. Shut up!

Oh, you could do that,
but you'll likely

land in a cell
with both of them.

Wait, no.
I--I wasn't involved.

I eavesdropped
on their conversation

and heard Amy talking about

an abduction
and a jogging route.

I couldn't let you ruin
my son's life

or hurt an innocent man.

Please, I was just trying
to help my boy.

She's the one
that manipulated him.

It's not his fault.

Your son is a grown-ass man

and needs to take
accountability for his actions.

All of you do.

Look, you're all under arrest

for obstruction of justice

and the kidnapping
of Peter Weber.

You have about two seconds
to tell us where Peter is.

Where the hell is he?

It looks like
he might have escaped.

Propofol.

If Peter has this much
in his system,

he won't be thinking straight.

We need a search party. Now.

If anyone comes in that
matches Peter's description,

will you please let me know?

Thank you.

Figured you could use
one of these.

Thank you.

I thought you'd be home
by now, getting some rest.

My new place is too far
from the search site,

so I just came back here
for a quick catnap.

I'm headed back out
to join them.

That's the beauty
of Zeke's place, right?

Close to everything?

Oh, there it is again--

that slight blush
when I mention Zeke's name.

What?

That's--it's whatever.

Oh.

Something happened.

OK.

Um, maybe we kissed.

Once.

And?

And--and nothing.

I don't know.

Everything's complicated,
you know?

All I know is, I don't want
to lose my best friend.

Speaking of
awkward conversations,

did you talk to Taylor?

Not yet.

No time like the present.

All right.

Hi, Taylor.

No. No, no.

Nothing's wrong.

I'm just, uh--I'm good.

I'm just busy, honey.

I--I'm sorry that
I missed dinner last night.

It's just, we're--
we're mid-case, and it just--

it took a weird turn.

Peter is likely hurt out
there somewhere and can't move.

I'm going to take
a quick shower

and I'll meet you back
at the search, Dhan.

Peter?

Peter! Peter.

Peter.

Peter, honey.

Peter. Peter!

I need help.

Thank you.

♪ I see fire and I see ash ♪

♪ Always rising
from the dust ♪

♪ I know
when I make it through ♪

Thank you for finding him.

How are you feeling?

Confused and a little sore,
but I'm mostly grateful.

You saved my life.

And you saved Nathan's.

Roy would be proud.

Now Amy can't hurt
anyone anymore.

I still can't believe
she was capable of all this.

I've covered for her
so many times,

and I thought we were family.

People can surprise you.

What do you remember
from the last 24 hours?

Not much.

The last clear memory I have
is waking up and seeing you.

Everything else is a blur.

So your phone does work.

Why haven't you returned
any of my calls or texts?

What is there to talk about?

You made it pretty clear
where we stand

when you took on Hugh
as a client.

Is this really about
me representing Hugh,

or that you're still
in love with Gabi

and trying to protect her?

This is about me being
on the witness stand,

and you painting me as a liar.

He broke into my house
and stole my gun.

He had you shot with it.

How can you stand by
and defend that?

He's an asset,
pure and simple.

And if you took your
personal feelings out of it

you know damn well
he could be valuable

to you and the DCPD too.

Not a chance.

Does Gabi know that
he offered to give you

information that
could have helped find

her missing person sooner?

That, that right there,
is the fundamental difference

between the two of us.

See, you care about
career and status.

I care about my integrity.

Gabi breaks the law
all the time.

Where's your integrity then?

It's interesting, isn't it,

what you're willing
to put on the line for Gabi,

and what you're not willing
to put on the line for me?

Gabi protects the innocent.

You are protecting a monster.

I can't be with
someone like that.

It's over, Heather.

all: Welcome home.

Maybe we should talk about--

Peter is safe.

We don't have to worry
about the how tonight.

Um, Jamie says he needs
to take care of something,

and he'll see me later.

At least
he's letting you know

before he goes off-grid.

I'd say that's progress.

Yeah.

Yeah, I, um--I think
I'm gonna head home.

Everyone should.

It's been a long
couple of days.

I found these
outside of my house.

That's the brand
Jamie smokes.

But why would they be there?

Maybe he has
been stalking me.

Maybe he was working up
the nerve to plant Peter.

All the theories I come up with
don't end well for him.

Look, you found
Peter in the basement.

Jamie doesn't know about Sir.

We don't know what he knows.

He's a smart kid
with a hell of a temper.

Maybe this is him retaliating

after our argument
at the hospital.

OK.

So I'll follow him.

I know what
we promised Margaret,

but this affects all of us.

I won't risk losing
my family again.

Not when I just got you back.

And the cold
of an empty bottle ♪

Do what you have to do.

♪ Drunk on a song
of a lie gone wrong ♪

♪ You only find
when you hit the bottom ♪

♪ Keep them going down now,
let them drown ♪

♪ Keep them going down now ♪

♪ Let them drown ♪

♪ Keep them going down now ♪

♪ Let them drown ♪

♪ Bury them down,
bury them down ♪

♪ Keep them going down now ♪

When they told me
I had a visitor,

I didn't recognize the name.

But I recognized the face.

♪ Keep them going down now ♪

♪ Let them drown ♪

♪ Bury them down,
bury them down ♪

♪ Keep them going down now ♪

♪ Let them drown ♪

Nice to see you, Jamie.

♪ Keep them going down now ♪

♪ Let them drown ♪

♪ Bury them down,
bury them down ♪

Greg, move your head.