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And just for safety, place your hands on the hood for me.

[Sighs] Damn.

Do you have any weapons on you?

Anything that's gonna stick me?

Yeah. I got a foldable knife in my back pocket

for self-defense. Alright.

Uh, just keep your hands on the hood for me.

Don't reach for anything, alright?

Yes, sir.

Ah. Thank you.

Oh, uh, and I have a small knife around my neck.

You have a knife around your neck?

In case I can't reach the one in my waistband.

Right.

[Blade scraping]

♪ Look

That's treacherous.

Two there. Got those.

♪ I'm in the city, just livin', you can't control me ♪

♪ Seeing all the phony homies try to hold me ♪

Care... Careful with that one.

[Keys jingling]

♪ This road is lonely, huh

Right.

♪ When you know the code, you gon' need to prevail ♪

Nolan: Anything else I'm missing?

Any more? Oh. Oh, that's my balisong.

That... That one's from the Philippines.

Oh. [Chuckles] Oh, that's... that's... that's a neat one.

It looks like a money clip, but it's actually a...

It's actually a knife.

♪

I hate to ask you what's in your car.

No weapons in there.

♪ I'm-a live my life right

But, uh... But?

[Growling, rattling]

Uh, Nolan? The trunk is growling.

[Growling continues]

♪ Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪

Since the winner of this little contest

gets to pick where we get married,

I'mma just go ahead and call it right now.

We're getting married on the beach right here

in beautiful, sunny Southern California.

Shh, shh. Shh, shh. Listen. Do you hear that?

It's the smell of victory.

Correction. After I win, you'll be smelling beignets

in the French Quarter after our wedding in New Orleans.

[Upbeat music plays]

Oh. Careful. Alright.

Here we go.

♪

Ten to seven. I win.

My stack is clearly higher.

That is not the contest.

Fair enough. You win.

Alright. It is...

20 to 20. We're tied again.

We need another contest.

Bet I can eat mine faster.

Is it possible we're too competitive?

If you want to quit, just say so.

Say you're a quitter.

Fork me.

♪

Ready, set...

W... Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Without syrup? What are we, animals?

Hey. The sitter's available after all.

You still want to go to dinner?

People on television: * ...early in the morning

Wesley?

[Laughter]

Sorry. Um, what was the question?

You're not worried about the deposition, are you?

The defense are just throwing stuff against the wall.

Yeah. Well, the more that they throw,

the more likely something will stick.

And if something sticks, Elijah could walk.

That won't happen.

They can depose me, Grey, half of the Mid-Wilshire station...

it won't change who Elijah Stone is.

I just wish I knew more about the strategy.

I don't even know who his defense attorney is.

And the DA's office has a firewall

between me and anything relating to Elijah Stone.

The RICO case against Elijah is solid.

They're just desperate.

That's what worries me.

RICO means anyone involved in the organization is on the hook.

I was a part of the organization.

Under duress.

And his lawyers can't argue that you were a mob lawyer

without admitting that their client is a mobster.

You're right.

Of course, because you're always right.

I'm going. Think about where you wanna go

for our date night.

[Smooches] Love you.

I love you, too.

[Door opens]

Take my advice... you want to put a tennis racket

in her hand tomorrow.

Oh, I was hoping we had a swimmer on our hands.

Whatever gets her a full ride.

Trust me. You don't want to know what we're paying

for Dominique's tuition.

What happened? Leah okay?

Leah's fine. Hey.

We had a minor accident with the breast milk

you left in the fridge.

Oh, you mean the breast milk that I woke up at 5:00 a.m.

this morning to pump? That breast milk?

Yes. Mm-kay.

Mama is gon' feed her sweet little baby.

[Smooches, laughs]

Daddy... Daddy's gonna wait in the hot car.

One more thing. Uh, and I want to preface this

by saying I'm just the messenger.

What is it?

Lila's best friend, Jenny,

canceled trick or treating tomorrow night.

Why? What happened?

Her mom didn't say,

but she left an awkward message, though.

Okay. You have a theory. What is it?

They may not be comfortable with the whole law-enforcement,

gun-in-the-house thing.

You know, um, just a wild guess.

You... You are on one today.

[Yawns]

Nolan: The hours take some getting used to.

Mm-hmm. My REM cycle's all over the place.

I wasn't like this at the academy.

Yeah, I had something similar when I first started.

I know it's hard, but you got to make sleep a priority.

[Grunts] Man, I'm, like, wide awake

by the time my head hits the pillow.

When Henry was a baby, we tried everything

to get him to sleep... soothing music,

so many road trips I'm sure we single-handedly

destroyed the environment,

and a swaddling technique I can still do in my sleep.

Hmm, I don't think any of this applies to me.

Didn't a doctor just pull a bullet out of you?

Like, shouldn't you be resting?

It was an old bullet. I'm fine.

What?

I overheard you talking to Ashley

about picking up some of your things from her place.

So look, if you want to talk about it, we can t...

♪

[Laughter]

Hello. Good morning.

Chen. Sanford.

[Telephones ringing in distance]

What's up with him?

He's just grumpy with everything he's got going on.

Wait. What... What's going on?

Nothing.

What? He's fine. I'm fine.

We're just eager to protect and serve.

Aaron. I have to go. I'm so sorry.

What?

[Police radio chatter]

I, uh... I found this checklist online.

No screens, thermostat at 68, meditation, lavender oil.

No luck.

Red light. Red light. Red light!

[Tires screech]

Sorry.

Dispatcher: 7-Adam-15. Suspicious circumstance

at 12952 South Flower Street.

10-66. Female and a bank transaction.

More to your box.

[Sighs] Copy that. 7-Adam-15, show us responding.

Switch places. I'm driving.

No. I'm good. I'm good.

No. Not good enough.

When you are sleep deprived, both your judgment

and your reflexes are impaired.

It's no better than being intoxicated.

Do you understand?

Yes, sir. We switch.

[Indistinct conversations]

What's the problem?

Oh. Our alert system flagged several bills

this young woman attempted to deposit.

Counterfeit?

No, looks like they're connected to some kind

of law enforcement investigation.

Hi. I-I'm just trying to make a deposit.

What's going on? Uh, may I get your name?

Macy Tomkins.

And do you have any ID?

[Pen clicks]

And where did you get the bills you were trying to deposit?

I had a garage sale over the weekend.

Made $1,000 on a designer handbag.

Should've gotten more, if you want to know the truth.

I don't suppose you got a name or description

of the person who bought it.

Mm, Brentwood housewife. Yoga pants.

Right. Any cameras around where you live?

No.

Okay. I'm just gonna have to get

a little more information from you.

Celina, will you start an FI card? We...

[Snoring]

Nolan: Officer Juarez.

♪

Welcome back.

♪

[Indistinct conversations, telephones ringing]

Monica.

What are you doing here?

Nobody told you?

Told me what?

I'm here for the deposition.

Elijah Stone is my client.

Um... that is a mistake.

You do not want to be in his orbit.

I'm billing him $800 an hour.

It's a nice orbit.

You read all the discovery. You know what he did to me.

I know what you allege he did to you.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

Uh, the court reporter is still setting up inside,

but I could take you back, if you'd like.

Great. I just need to make a quick call

before we get started.

Yeah. Sure.

Excuse me.

[Scoffs]

You know Elijah's attorney?

We went to law school together.

Really? Mm-hmm.

Is there anything in her bag of tricks we should look out for?

She's smart, fairly ruthless,

and God forbid you leave the toilet seat up.

We used to be engaged.

Maybe you should've led with that.

Mm-hmm.

[Police radio chatter]

We're not talking about it.

Look, I'm just saying if you want to talk

about the breakup, I'm here.

I don't. Look, tomorrow's Halloween.

The crazies are gonna be out in full force,

so let's just focus on our job. Alright?

Alright.

Werewolf.

What?

Werewolf.

She looks like she needs a hand. We should stop.

[Vehicles passing, dogs barking]

Morning. Looks like you need some help.

I have to get this prop to set or I'm screwed.

Okay. Well, uh, we'll get your friend here loaded up,

and you'll be on your way in no time.

Thank you.

So, what are you, like, a P.A. or...

I'm a director. I'm shooting a short film,

but I lose my location in an hour.

That is so cool. You hear what she said?

Tim: Hmm. She's a director.

Oh. Yeah. Okay.

Help her get to set. She's losing daylight.

Right.

♪

You know what? I just need a better...

I need a better angle.

[Walkie talkie chirps] 7-Adam-100.

Show us Code 6 at Bronson and Rosewood...

stalled vehicle blocking traffic. [Grunting]

♪

Hang on. Wait, wait. Hold on.

You shouldn't be lifting anything.

I mean, you just had major surgery.

You did? I can handle this.

No, I didn't have major surgery. I-I'm fine.

Lift on three. Okay.

Alright. One, two, three. Yeah.

[Grunting] Lift.

[Grunts] Yeah.

Let's go! Push! I'm pushing!

Do you want me to call someone?

Both: No!

I had back surgery, remember? Oh! My leg. My leg.

Oh! My knee. My knee. My knee. My knee.

[Groans] You good?

[Exhales deeply] Yeah. Thank you. Both of you.

Yeah. Happy to help.

[Cellphone ringing, click]

Yeah. Bradford.

No. I assigned Siega to that.

So, uh, what's your short about? Like, werewolves versus zombies?

The lycanthrope is a metaphor

for the patriarchy's assault on bodily autonomy.

Wow.

No, I never got it.

[Engine starts]

So, uh, you know, maybe I can, uh,

take you out for coffee and you can tell me more?

No, thanks.

[Hand taps]

No. No. Don't do anything. I'll be right there.

Let's go.

Dispatcher: 7-Adam-15. Possible arson at Elm and West Sixth.

[Fire crackling, indistinct talking on radio]

Nolan: Just the firefighter I wanted to see!

[Vehicle doors close]

I was thinking... Since we are tied,

how about tonight, we have a little

Lego-building competition?

You were a contractor.

I didn't build houses out of Lego.

I think we should do something intellectual,

like learn a new language

and see who's more fluent at the end of the month.

Oh. Japanese?

You taught English in Kyoto.

[Sighs] I was hoping you wouldn't remember.

I remember everything you tell me.

Uh-huh. What did I ask you to pick up

from the store after work?

Milk. Eggs. Bread?

Pops... Popsicles.

Guys? See? I remember everything.

[Sirens wailing]

Looks like somebody had money to burn.

♪

I'm very tired.

♪

Maybe the money was cursed.

You know, fire is very cleansing.

It's used in all sorts of rituals.

Or it could be something else.

Or someone was trying to hide evidence of an old crime.

Tracking device.

Why old crime?

Well, tracking devices nowadays

are all microchips and GPS.

This thing's got to be at least 10 years old.

I'm guessing... federal. Maybe DEA or FBI.

So the money was part of a law-enforcement sting?

That seems likely.

But why burn it now?

We figure that out by finding out whose tracker this is.

Drive safe. Hey.

Uh, I'm not sure who to talk to.

Yeah. What's the problem?

Um, these cops stopped to help me,

and one of them left his radio behind.

Yeah. I can take that.

Did you happen to catch their name?

One of them looked exactly like that guy

from that murder documentary,

but I think the radio belonged to the broody one. Oh.

The broody...

Tim forgot his radio? Tim Bradford, super cop?

You know, this guy will not let me forget that I was once

three and a half minutes late to roll call.

Can you believe that?

I...guess.

This feels like Christmas. Thank you.

Cool. So you'll get it back to him?

Yeah, I got it. You have a nice day.

[Engine revs]

♪

[Clicks tongue]

♪

How did you become involved in the sting operation

against Elijah Stone?

I raised my concerns about his criminal enterprise

to the LAPD.

Paint me a picture. You went to the front desk

at Mid-Wilshire. And then what?

Well, I didn't go through the front desk.

Oh. I guess I'm confused.

In your own words, describe the first time

you brought up Mr. Stone's alleged crimes to the LAPD.

I raised my concerns with Detective Angela Lopez.

At her desk?

In our living room.

They're married. But you know that already.

Oh. That's right. Mm.

It's in my notes.

Um, and this sting operation was allowed to proceed

despite an obvious and egregious conflict of interest?

Well, we had a mutual interest in the truth.

Is it common for detectives to work cases involving relatives?

No. And why is that?

I think there's a concern that the detectives won't view

the evidence objectively,

but I don't think that's an issue here. Interesting.

Next question... Uh, can I finish...

Moving on.

Let's just move on.

I'm telling you, it's not in the shop.

Well, it didn't just jump off my hip.

[Sighs] Let me check this bag again.

[Plastic crinkling]

[Hand thuds] The werewolf.

I put down my radio to help you lift that dumb prop.

The director must have it.

Did you get her number?

Almost.

[Hand thuds, cellphone chimes]

[Sighs]

♪

What the hell?

What is it?

♪

Who sent that?

Someone who's about to get in a lot of trouble.

You know, uh, you could just file

an incident report and get a new radio, right?

And get written up? That's one day's suspension

without pay.

♪

I think I know where this is. Let's go.

Bailing on Halloween is so passive-aggressive.

I mean, if you have a problem with me being a cop

or having a gun at my house, then just tell me.

Agreed. But if that's the issue,

have James invite them over for dinner tonight.

Show them your gun safe. Everyone loves James.

People love me, too.

For sure. I, for example, adore you.

Most people find you terrifying.

Right back at you.

I know. It's why we're so good together.

[Chuckles] Alright. Fine.

I will have James invite them to dinner.

Uh, hi. Nyla Harper. We spoke on the phone.

This is Angela Lopez.

Xavier. Thanks for diving right in on this.

Of course.

I can't believe we haven't worked together before...

all the LAPD/DEA task forces you were on.

Yeah. I never worked anything that took me to the Midwest.

Smart. Undercover gets a whole lot more uncomfortable

when it's negative 20 out. [Knock on door]

Hi. Sorry to interrupt. You wanted to see us?

Uh, yes. Officers Nolan and Juarez.

They found the burned cash and your old tracker.

Thank you. You don't know what it means to finally have a lead.

We're happy to help. A lead on what, exactly?

Ten years ago, my partner, Robert Buckley, set up a buy

with a mid-level trafficker named Winslow Harris.

Rob had been deep undercover for months,

and this was a big break...

a chance to get real intel on Harris' operation.

It sounds like it didn't go as planned.

To this day... I'm not sure what happened.

We found Rob's body a week later.

The tracker failed, the money disappeared,

and no one's heard from Harris since.

[Quietly] Huh. The money is cursed.

I'm sorry. What? It's nothing.

Fast-forward to today, when money from the old sting

set off alarms at a local bank.

Okay. Wait. The dumpster fire

and garage-sale chick are connected?

Macy Tomkins. I ran info on her...

spotty employment history, a few overdue parking tickets.

No criminal record.

It can't be a coincidence that the bills were flagged

at the bank and the rest of them were burned an hour later.

It seems clear Macy was lying about where she got the money.

Question is, how does she connect to Winslow?

Let's go ask her.

Man, this is one sketchy-ass looking coffee truck.

This is where I get my coffee every morning.

No Oat Milk Mafia hipsters rewriting screenplays.

Buck for coffee and you go to work.

You sound like the old dude from "Up."

Hey, Johnnie. Johnnie: Hi.

Anyone drop off this radio?

Nope. No. Alright. Thank you.

[Cellphone chimes]

♪

Damn it.

They're running us all over town.

♪

Okay. So, like, what's the point?

I mean, they haven't asked for money or anything,

and if they really wanted to screw with the police,

they could do a whole lot more with that radio.

I don't know. We got to figure out

which studio lot that is.

[Police radio chatter]

Must have been hard, all those years

not knowing what happened to your partner.

Yeah.

He wasn't just your partner. You loved him.

What? Celina.

I'm sorry if I overstepped. You're just so sad.

We met in intelligence.

Once he finished undercover school,

we both ended up in organized crime.

After-work beers turned into dinners...

turned into... more.

No one we worked with knew.

It was a different time.

But... we had each other.

That was enough.

Then he was gone.

[Car horns honking distantly]

[Police radio chatter]

[Indistinct conversations]

Seems a little upscale for Macy's income bracket.

Seriously. I can't even afford to park here.

[Knock on door]

Ms. Tomkins? It's Officer Nolan.

We met at the bank earlier.

Security says she hasn't left the building.

♪

Door's open.

♪

Police! We're coming in!

♪

She's dead.

♪

And we're sure the money's not cursed?

♪

[Camera shutter clicks, zipper closes]

[Indistinct conversations]

I scrubbed through the lobby security footage,

and this guy stood out.

Came in about two hours ago, stayed for 20 minutes,

and then left in a hurry.

Not much to go on. Does it feel like Winslow?

I don't know. Could be. I can't see his face.

St. Brendan medal.

Patron saint of sailors.

Winslow smuggled drugs up the coast.

Spent half his life on a boat.

He wore a necklace just like this 10 years ago.

Clasp is broken.

She probably ripped it off

as she was fighting for her life.

We'll get that checked for DNA.

It's gonna come back to Harris. I know it.

Okay. Let's say it does.

What's his relationship with Macy?

If she lied to us in the bank about where she got the money,

then it's safe to assume she was covering for him.

Or she stole it from him.

Either way, when he found out the money was flagged,

he panicked and burned the rest.

Then came here and killed her.

Macy's the key.

We need to tear her life apart to find him.

[Water splashing]

Now, this is my kind of coffee.

Wait, wait, wait.

My favorite movie was shot right here on this lot.

♪

Wait. Your favorite coffee place.

Your favorite movie.

Whoever's doing this knows you really well.

♪

Chen.

Who is Arthur Andrews?

Arthur Andrews witnessed a murder

committed by one of Elijah Stone's relatives.

And you represented this relative

as a favor to Mr. Stone. Is that right?

If by "favor," you mean your client threatened

to hurt me if I refused, then yeah.

Now, you could have questioned Mr. Andrews in your office,

but you chose to do it in his home.

Why?

That was more convenient for him.

Or you were trying to intimidate him

and you didn't want any witnesses.

No. No.

I went there after your client ordered me

to find a way to undermine Mr. Andrews' credibility.

He said, "Either you make this witness go away or Moreno will."

And for the record, Moreno is one of Elijah Stone's enforcers

who is currently in prison,

awaiting trial on several charges,

including the attempted murder of police officers.

Alleged enforcer.

But what we know for a fact is that you called in a tip

about an illegal firearm in Mr. Andrews' home.

Yeah. And that tip saved his life.

According to you, yes.

But your client, a man accused of murder,

went free because you damaged the reputation... [Laughs]

...of the only witness against him.

[Chuckles] Yeah. No. It's a good argument. It is.

And if I was on the other side of that table,

I would be making it myself.

But it's B.S., and you know it! Wes.

I know no such thing.

You just can't admit that I'm outarguing you.

Yes, if you ignore the truth!

Wesley, let it go.

You never won an argument in the five years we were together.

What makes you think now is going to be any different?

Uh-huh.

Why... Why don't we pick this up tomorrow?

Yeah. No. That's a great idea.

That's perfect. Of course.

[Indistinct conversations, telephones ringing]

Hey. Wes. Hey. Hold up.

You can't let her rattle you like that.

Yeah, sorry. Just lost focus.

Won't happen again.

Okay. Well, the facts are on our side,

so just focus on that.

Yeah. Right.

I have to ask you this... how did it end between you two?

Are you asking if I'm still hung up on her?

Or she on you. I don't know.

I just need to know where this thing could go.

Alright. Look. Monica and I wanted very different lives.

Right out of law school, she targeted

the most powerful law firms.

I rented a space next to an aquarium-supply store.

Hm. It was never gonna work.

Just took us two years to figure that out.

Okay.

Look, take the rest of the day,

but tomorrow, you come in with your game face on, yeah?

Yeah.

Tim: Where's my radio?

Did something happen to your radio?

Oh, you know what? Halloween is tomorrow.

Maybe a vengeful spirit took it.

Why are you doing this?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Is holding my radio hostage payback for how tough

I was on you as a rookie?

Were you? Gosh, I hadn't noticed.

Okay. But again, I don't know what you're talking about,

but I might be able to help you look for your radio

if you tell me what's going on.

Nothing is going on with me.

Please. I rode with you long enough

to know when you are being you and when you're upset.

I mean, are you okay?

[Indistinct conversations]

It's nothing. I'm fine.

Then I don't know where your radio is.

Lopez: You were right about Macy's finances.

Forensics got into her laptop and found this.

"SugarBeaus.com. Opportunities await."

Lind: "Anastasia Kennedy."

Macy had a sugar daddy.

Daddies... plural.

Warrant's in process of getting their names.

That explains how she paid for the nice apartment.

You think that's how she met Harris?

Maybe.

Let me get a look at pictures as soon as you have a list.

After staring at his face for the past decade,

I could spot that guy from space.

♪ You know I want it

[Cellphone chimes]

♪ I want it all now

[Cellphone clicks]

♪

I think we need more tombstones.

Uh, no, I think we're good.

[Chuckles]

♪

What's wrong?

The Reeds have declined our dinner invitation.

What, first trick or treating, now this?

What... These people really have a problem with me being a cop?

That's not why they're avoiding us.

Honey, did... did Jenny say something to you?

♪

[Sighs] Her parents told her it's not safe here

'cause you hang out with criminals.

Criminals.

M-Meaning my... my friends from the community center?

Lately at school, Jenny's been repeating

stuff her parents say about "those people."

And worse.

Okay. Which house is Jenny's?

I-I-I don't think confronting them

is going to be constructive.

Oh, you can screw constructive.

Mom, it's okay. Just 'cause we live close by

doesn't mean we have to hang out with her.

[Sighs]

Alright. Honey, I'm sorry. I know...

I know Jenny was your friend.

Was.

I'm gonna go inside, okay?

Okay. But listen, you can talk to us

about anything, right?

Okay.

[Smooches, sniffs] Hm.

♪

It's not right. It's not.

♪

Thirsty?

I'm fine.

Mm. I'm just saying...

130,000 is a lot of Scovilles.

You realize I've literally been on fire before.

♪

[Inhales deeply]

♪

[Grunts] Mm! Mm! Hm!

Yes!

Bailey 22, Nolan 21.

I've made a terrible mistake.

I'm thinking a wedding in May.

We'll miss Mardi Gras, but the weather will be nice,

and we'll have plenty of time to get out save-the-dates.

You still have to win by 2.

I think you should quit while you're behind.

[Knocking on door] Mm.

[Knocking continues]

[Exhales deeply]

I can't sleep. As soon as I close my eyes,

all I could think about is you warning me

how dangerous it is for me to be on duty half asleep.

And I can't... I-I don't know what else to do.

What do I do?

Uh... Hey, come here.

There is no training that could prep you

for the amount of stress we are put under day after day.

It'll take some time, but your body will adapt.

Okay? Why don't you go sit on the couch?

Okay. How about some tea?

Yeah. Okay.

Chamomile knocks me out.

So does music.

Uh, actually, valerian root works better,

and don't play music.

That'll keep her up. She wants white noise.

How is static gonna help her get to sleep?

Not static. Science.

You want to bet, Professor?

Whoever can get Celina to fall asleep first wins.

How is that even a contest?

Well, we take turns, and if she falls asleep

on your turn, you win.

Yeah, but you can't separate out the cause.

I mean, what if she gets sleepy listening to white noise

but doesn't fall asleep until she hears music?

Sounds like you're afraid my way might be better.

I'm not afraid.

You sound afraid.

Okay. I see what you're trying to do here.

I see you. Mm-hmm.

She's trying to...

[Insects chirping]

[Quietly] We'll call it a tie.

Yeah.

[Indistinct conversations, mid-tempo music playing]

♪

Hey.

♪

Hey.

Whiskey?

When did you start drinking whiskey?

I went to Vegas for the weekend, and when I came back,

my fiancée had cleared her things out.

Mm.

Maybe she was mad that you cheated on her.

Oh. Is that why you took this case?

To get back at me?

Wow. The narcissism.

I did not miss that.

Oh, I'm the narcissist?

Wesley, you think it's your mission to personally save

all the downtrodden of Los Angeles.

Mm-hmm. Well, at least I'm trying instead of selling

my soul for $800 an hour.

Okay. Some of us have to work for a living.

I don't have a trust fund to fall back on.

I didn't say don't make money.

I'm saying Elijah is dangerous.

I can handle him.

No, you can't.

He is a manipulator, and he is always 10 steps ahead.

So whatever control you think you have, that is an illusion.

And the second you stop doing his bidding,

he will threaten the people you love.

You'll live in terror, and you will compromise

every principle you hold dear

until you don't even recognize yourself.

♪

Principles always were your thing.

Hi.

♪

Oh. Detective Lopez.

It's a pleasure to finally meet you.

And you are?

♪

Oh, she doesn't know. Uh, well, then,

I should definitely get going.

You two have some things to, uh, talk about.

I'll see you at your deposition tomorrow.

♪

Um, I'm gonna need another one of these.

You're probably gonna want one, too.

[Clears throat] Wesley?

It's not a big deal. Um, I just found out

that she's the lawyer representing Elijah

this morning. I was gonna tell you at dinner.

♪

We, um, used to date.

♪

It was more than that.

We were engaged for about a year.

But we were bad for each other,

and I blew it up by cheating on her with a co-worker.

[Glass thuds]

So much for date night.

Good morning. Morning.

Thanks for letting me crash.

I, um... you know, I felt right at home.

My parents would bicker back and forth,

just like you guys.

It always put me right to sleep.

Oh, I don't know that I would call

what Bailey and I do bickering.

More like... spirited debates.

Speaking of spirits, I was just telling Bailey about my dream.

And here we go.

I dreamt Winslow was a showgirl wearing a diamond bra.

We were dancing the tango, and when I realized who he was,

he ran off.

And I tried to stop him, but all of a sudden,

I was so thirsty, like, I couldn't move.

And then I woke up.

So, what do you think it means?

Me? Are we... Are we are we really doing this?

Well, the tango is the forbidden dance.

So it could represent doing something

you're not supposed to do.

Like drug trafficking or murder.

Okay. What about the diamonds?

Diamonds are hard and unchanging.

Clearly, that means Winslow hasn't changed his ways.

And you dreamed you were thirsty

because you think he's near the water.

[Snaps fingers] Yes.

♪

Is this really how you solve crimes?

I guess we'll find out.

♪

My neighbors are trash.

That is something the home inspection does not tell you.

And I wouldn't care, but now they're dragging Lila

into the middle of their narrow-minded B.S.

I'm sorry.

Wesley used to be engaged to Elijah's new attorney.

You're kidding.

No. And it ended because he cheated on her.

Oh, I did not know he had that in him.

Neither did I.

And now I'm pissed because he never told me

I have to go sit across from his ex in a deposition

where she's gonna do everything she can to get under my skin.

Uh, maybe leave your gun here.

Maybe not.

I looked at every sugar daddy Macy's had.

None of them are Harris.

Well, the DNA from the necklace was a match to Winslow.

I've gone to bed every night for the past 10 years

wondering, "Did I screw up?

Am I the reason my partner got made?"

Look, you have only ever been on the outside

of an undercover op.

I have lived for years on the inside.

And trust me, what happened wasn't your fault.

Guys, Celina had an out-of-the-box idea

that we did our due diligence on,

and I think it's worth pursuing.

From Macy's credit-card statements, I mean,

you can tell she spent time down in the marina district

during the last six months.

But none of her sugar daddy clients are based there.

You think she was meeting Winslow?

It makes sense. I mean, he lived his life around boats.

Maybe he got back into drug smuggling.

I'd have heard if he got back in the game.

I mean, catching him has been my obsession.

Well, then maybe he found a legit job in the marina,

and that's where they met and fell in love.

Love? How'd you get there?

I felt it.

Uh, but... but a-a romantic relationship

would explain how Macy got close enough to Winslow

to try to deposit that money.

And how he got into her apartment to kill her.

Either way, the marina is a big place,

and we are running out of time.

He could be getting ready to sail to Mexico.

Well, Macy's credit card had a bunch of charges

at parking meters near Pier 9.

Okay. I will call the Port Police

and have them meet you there.

Let's go.

[Sighs] Detective Lopez.

I hope you and Wesley had a lovely date night.

It was great. Thank you.

Let's dig in, shall we?

Mid-Wilshire station logs shows your husband visited

a suspect in custody by the name of Aiden Merritt.

If that's what's in the logs.

What's not in the logs is the fact that the next day,

Merritt was found dead in his cell at the Twin Towers.

He'd been shanked by a fellow inmate.

Were you aware that your husband represented this inmate

that killed Merritt?

I don't keep tabs on my husband's clients.

I'd keep a close eye on him if I were you.

I don't have to. I trust him.

Here's the thing...

Merritt's killer is prepared to testify

that Wesley paid him to commit the murder.

Lopez: That didn't happen.

How can you be certain?

Maybe you don't know your husband

as well as you think you do. I know my husband is not a killer.

Elijah is.

Let me tell you what it looks like to me.

It looks like your husband tried to coerce Merritt

into pointing the finger at my client,

and when he refused, your husband had him killed.

I've dealt with a lot of shady lawyers in my day,

but you are next level. Please. The personal attacks

are so unprofessional. [Laughs] Okay.

It's... Unprofessional?

You're paying one of Wesley's clients to give

false testimony. I did nothing of the sort.

Then Elijah did. It doesn't matter.

What matters is what a jury will believe.

And the slipshod way you ran this investigation

has provided ample reasonable doubt.

Honestly, if Elijah goes free, it will not be because of me,

it'll be because of you.

Okay. Let's just take a break here, hmm?

Let's.

Great idea. You and I should talk.

[Folder closes]

I get what you were trying to do in there,

and that was clever,

but the fact of the matter is, we caught your client

in a warehouse filled with illegal narcotics.

My client was just as shocked as the LAPD.

Elijah Stone is an upstanding member of his community.

The only crime here is that one of the people

he took under his wing betrayed his trust,

exploiting my client's goodwill

to further their own criminal endeavors.

Do you really expect anyone to believe that Elijah Stone

was oblivious to a massive drug-smuggling operation

going on right under his nose?

It won't matter.

Okay. We'll see about that.

Honestly...

the optics of your case are a hot mess.

If you take this to trial, I will drag the LAPD

and the DA's office through five miles of mud.

You and your boss will be lucky to survive the scandal

with your jobs.

So... do yourself a favor.

Walk away while you still can.

♪

Hey. Hi.

What the hell is going on with Tim?

Well, he lost his radio.

I will give you his radio

if you tell me what's bothering him.

Honestly, I don't know.

He won't tell me either.

What? Yeah.

Ready to roll?

Mm-hmm.

Hi. Good morning.

Morning.

Still missing your radio?

No. It's in the shop.

Dispatcher: 7-Adam-100, officers on event.

7-99 are calling for a supervisor.

♪

Copy. Show me en route.

Where is your standard issue?

This is it.

That hasn't been standard since the '60s.

Let's roll, Thorsen.

Well, wait. Let me get a photo of you with it first.

[Window whirring, door closes]

♪

[Echoing] 7-Adam-100, can I get a radio check, please?

[Static crackles]

7-Adam-100, do you copy?

♪

Where's the guard?

Harper said he'd meet us here.

God, this place is massive. I mean,

Harris could be anywhere.

Or he could be casting off right now.

♪

[Grunts] Let's split up. Go that way.

♪

Wesley: I was a different person back then.

I was trying to follow in my father's footsteps...

the white-shoe law firm, events at the country club,

Christmas in Mustique.

[Sighs] And I was miserable.

This wasn't about Monica or her co-worker.

It was a selfish and stupid way to blow up a life

that was making me unhappy.

But I would never cheat on you.

I know, 'cause you're afraid of me.

Because I'm in love with you.

[Knock on door]

Hey.

Uh... we're dropping the case against Elijah.

What? You can't be serious.

I'm afraid I am. There's just too much risk

in trying to take this thing to trial.

I put my family in danger going after this guy.

Look, I get it's upsetting,

but we're just playing the hand that you dealt us.

So you're just gonna let him walk?

It became clear after these depositions

that this case is a loser.

Look, take a few days, you know,

get your head on right.

We'll talk about what's next for you here.

♪

[Exhales deeply]

♪

Winslow!

♪

Police! Show us your hands!

[Gunshots]

♪

7-Adam-15. Shots fired at 221 Whaling Way.

Suspect is fugitive Winslow Harris...

Latino male, black shirt, dark jeans.

Armed with a handgun. Requesting airship and backup.

You got no move here, Winslow! It's over!

Nolan: You okay? Celina: I'm good.

Move. Move.

♪

You're finally gonna pay for what you did.

You could just walk away.

That the deal you gave Macy Tomkins?

[Sighs] That wasn't supposed to happen.

She wasn't supposed to find out! We were happy!

Tell it to her family.

Tell it to the family of my partner

and the people who loved him.

Winslow: You won't believe me, but I'm-a tell you this anyway.

The night at that deal...

the gun went off. It just...

It went off in my hand.

I didn't know he was a cop!

None of that matters now.

♪

There are no second chances, are there?

Not for you.

But I'm living one right now.

♪

Nolan: Drop the gun. Do it now.

♪

[Grunts]

[Gun clatters]

♪

[Groans] You're under arrest

for the murders of Macy Tomkins...

...and Robert Buckley.

♪

So, how'd the debrief go?

To be honest, I checked out after the words "Winslow Harris"

and "consecutive life sentences."

I can't tell you what it means to me,

knowing his killer is behind bars,

what it means to finally have answers

about those last moments.

Thank you.

Oh, it was our pleasure.

♪ It's okay if we lose track of time ♪

Hey, happy Halloween. You got any plans tonight?

Or should I just assume you're gonna be inside,

hiding with the lights out?

I don't hide.

I leave a bowl of candy on the porch.

Oh. Hey.

Um... here.

I thought torturing you would be more fun,

and getting your mind off

of whatever's been bothering you.

But I should know better than trying to get

into your personal business.

♪

Good night.

♪

Ashley and I, uh, broke up.

♪

Well, I guess technically, she broke up with me.

♪

I'm sorry. Thanks.

Look, and just so you know, I-I did appreciate

your whole radio gag... a little.

♪

It took my mind off things.

Well, good.

♪

Lucy. Ready to go?

Uh, yeah. D... Uh, do you want to join us?

We're gonna go grab a bite to eat.

Oh, no, no. I'm good.

I'm g... I'm... I'm beat. [Chuckles]

You two have fun.

Mediterranean sound good?

Yeah. That sounds great.

♪

[Children shouting "Trick or treat" in distance]

Sweetie, I know that trick-or-treating

with your parents isn't cool,

but I happen to think that our outfits are amazing.

They are.

And I'm actually having fun with you guys.

Are you, now? [Chuckles]

Oh, my God. Someone TP'ed Jenny's house.

Constructive, huh?

[Sucks teeth]

Trick or treat.

[Chuckles]

Bye! Happy Halloween! Girl: What'd you get?

You just have to admit I wear it better.

Yeah, you wear everything better.

No one's arguing that.

I didn't agree to compete over this. [Knock on door]

Both: Hey!

Happy Halloween!

Oh, that is a brilliant costume, young man.

You too, slightly older man.

I don't see many Philly fans this side of the, uh, Rockies.

You from there?

Uh, Foxburg, actually. Just moved here a few years ago.

God, you look remarkably like that fella from CNN.

What's his name?

Jake Tapper.

No, that's not it.

Yeah, it is.

Here. You guys want some candy?

Thank the nice people.

Thank you. Roger that.

Have a great night.

See you, guys! You too!

Celina: Hey, yo, hey, yo.

Hey!

Can I, uh, sleep over again?

I don't know that that's a great idea.

Didn't you say quality sleep is important

for good police work?

Yeah, but I don't sound like that, do I?

And you want your rookie to do good police work.

Obviously.

Great. Come on in. You can sleep here tonight.

I will get the chamomile.

Okay. But this is the last time.

Mm-hmm. And didn't we agree that valerian root

was better for sleep?

Chamomile is easier on the stomach.

Where did you hear that?

[Exhales deeply]

♪

Wesley Evers, attorney at law.

♪

I told you.

I always win.

♪

Oh, you really think this is over?

Are you kidding? You messed up my case so bad

that no one's gonna want to touch me.

I figure I got a two-year free pass.

You know, coming after me before then would be unseemly,

given how compromised you and your LAPD buddies look.

I wouldn't count on that.

Well, I think I'm pretty untouchable.

♪

I have some business to take care of, but, uh...

I'll be seeing you, Counselor.

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