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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.

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.