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I am angry today, so very angry.

Eddie Rivera was a strong young man, but
not strong enough to stave off the evil

which led to his ultimate demise.

How this fatal evil crept into Eddie's
brief life, I do not know.

He was bright, earnest, capable, caring.

His beautiful girlfriend, seated right
here, can attest to that.

Recently, Eric confided in me that he
intended to ask Mallory to marry him.

I could not have been happier.

She was a very...

Positive presence in a life that seemed
on the one hand destined for good things

and on the other hand seemed destined
for exactly what occurred.

There are consequences, people, for
every decision you make.

Yes, it's true.

Eddie, did not have the kind of parental
leadership that can influence a child

to take the proper path.

But many people don't, and many of these
people succeed mightily. Eddie

had other fine people in his life who

offered him guidance to stay on the
straight and narrow path of

But our young Eduardo always had a
tendency towards the

wildlife, the unbound life. Well, as
much as I

love this young man, I cannot say he
didn't get exactly what he went

searching for.

I don't know if he deserved

This kind of an ending.

But when one makes the kind of life
choices Eddie made, you cannot be

surprised at the outcome.

Mallory, would you like to say a few
words?

I loved you so much.

I worried about you so much when we
weren't together, but I never

thought.

Never thought.

Let's go sit down, baby.

At this point, we would like to ask if
any of Eddie's friends would have any

words to say to come forward.

I'm going to sit while you two talk.

What the fuck is that around your neck,
Sergeant?

Oh, this old pleading?

Seems I'm finally being appreciated for
my contribution to law enforcement.

It's Detective Sergeant, not Lieutenant.

Promotion? You?

I thought you were a man of the streets.

How's your cholo army going to recognize
you without your LAPD blues?

I had an epiphany, Migs.

I decided that you are my new role
model.

You found a way to make your job much
more profitable than your pay grade.

You never did tell me exactly what that
valuable asset was.

The one in that house where all the shit
went down? Where that guy got shot?

What house?

I haven't a clue about any house.

Okay, Lieutenant.

Be that way.

But we both know that Eddie was at that
place.

And now this.

Poor kid is dead.

Ashes in a box.

Yes, the poor kid is dead.

Really think it's smart that she appears
as memorial servant?

What are you really doing here,
Sergeant?

Have you ever read one of those murder
mysteries, Lieutenant?

It's a common trope. Sometimes the
killer shows up at an event just like

Am I right?

You don't really believe that, do you?

I'm here to catch the gal, Captain
Eddie.

We both know who the killer is.

Agreed.

Anything? No, nothing. Just chatter.

That's some sad shit.

He was a young guy.

Yeah.

Too young.

They always are.

Am I overstepping if I ask why you
decided to join me on this takeout?

I'm guessing this hasn't been SOP for
you in years, Captain.

You're a bright girl, Detective.

I'm guessing you already know the
answer.

I was afraid of that.

So you thought this would be the time
and place for that discussion?

haven't been alone together in one place
in a while?

That's the academy, Tracy.

Oh, so it's Tracy now.

It was a big misunderstanding.

I admit it's misunderstanding.

You knew exactly what you were doing. I
swear I didn't.

Come on.

I couldn't have been the first girl you
kissed.

Not the way you kissed me.

I never said you were.

No.

You said I'd be your last.

Because you were going to marry Calvin.

You fucked with me because you knew how
I felt about you.

It wasn't premeditated, Tracy.

I really cared about you.

Well, if you cared about me, how could
you toss me aside and marry Captain

Horowitz? Don't answer.

I already know what you're going to say.

Yes, I was ambitious.

We've already been through this.

Ambitious enough to let something
potentially amazing just get tossed

How cold are you exactly?

How could you marry him? Do you even
like men?

Yes.

I like men.

I loved him.

I wasn't make -believe. I fell in love
with him and we got married.

Oh, you were toying with me then.

I wasn't toying with you.

Everybody isn't as black and white about
these things.

Some of us... Some of us...

We don't know where we are.

We go with what makes sense.

And at that moment, Mary and Kel made
sense to me.

So this is an apology.

Okay.

You're absolved.

I'm perfectly capable of being
professional.

It's not just an apology.

I mean, it is.

But that's not all that it is. What?

What then?

Come on.

Tracy.

Please don't make me say it.

Not here.

You've got to be fucking kidding me.

Your marriage goes to hell, and now
you're going to tell me that you still

feelings for me? I never stopped
thinking about you.

Oh, my God.

You're playing with me again, just like
at the academy.

Don't fucking play games with me. I am
not a naive little girl anymore.

I am not playing you.

I think my marriage broke up because I
never really resolved my feelings for

you.

I could never give myself completely to
my husband while I knew you were still

out there.

Fuck you, Gretchen.

Did you forget about Carly?

That's right, I have someone at home
now.

Someone I love and who loves me back.
Did you think you could just waltz right

back into my life and I would just
forget everything?

And you're not even sure you like women.

You're right.

I don't know if I like women. I don't
know if I like men, but what I do know

that I love you.

I always have.

The moment we met.

At the time, I was too young and selfish
to admit it to myself.

I'm not anymore.

I appreciate what you've

told me, Captain.

But now I do think we need to focus our
attention.

On the matter at hand, there's some kind
of argument going on between Migs and

Ducimonte. What kind of fucking mind
games are you playing, Emilio?

You don't want to get in a chess match
with me, amigo.

Oh, so now it's amigo.

What, you're going to get all Tarantino
in my ass?

You're a punk bitch, Lieutenant.

I'll sit down at the fucking chessboard
any time I want. I own the fucking

chess. Don't do this.

I'll put your ass away forever. You know
my... Come on, I say that. What the

fuck are you talking about?

You want to do it? Throw it out.

What do you think you're talking about?
Are you two crazy?

There are grieving people here.

I know you deal with this kind of thing
all the time.

But have some respect.

Please.

I'm sorry, ma 'am. I'm sorry.

We just frustrated. We haven't caught
the killer yet.

Yeah, that's right.

I was just asking Lieutenant Megs here
to...

Add some more manpower to put on the
case.

Yeah, we're going to assign more
detectives. We hope to crack it real

I'm sure everyone here appreciates that.

But maybe you can find a more
appropriate place to have this

police station.

Police? What's going on?

Did you find out who killed Eddie?

No, Mal.

They're just talking about next steps in
the investigation.

Do you have any leads?

Well, you seem to know a thing or two,
ma 'am.

Are you on the job?

I used to be.

Now I'm with the DA's office.

Kimberly Greer, ADA.

And you are?

Detective Sergeant Emilio Bustamante,
Deventure Division.

Lieutenant Alexander Niggs, Valley
Homicide Robber.

Niggs.

Niggs, why do I know that name?

Maybe Eddie mentioned you to me.

Me? No, no, no.

I'm just here to see if a person of
interest showed up. I didn't really know

Eddie.

Didn't really know him?

Or didn't know him at all?

Alex?

Alexander?

I think you and I should say our final
goodbye to Eddie and leave these poor

people to their grieving.

Final farewell?

Sounds like you knew him.

What's the problem?

Well, it's just an expression.

You know...

What she meant was, we'll pay our final
respects to the decedent, and that's

all.

You did know, Eddie.

I'll think of it.

I think Miss Greer made an excellent
point there, Lieutenant.

We'll sort all this stuff out at the
station and be in touch.

Please, forgive the interruption.

Did you guys get all that?

Migs is spooked.

Really spooked.

And he has a probable accomplice with
him. A woman.

I'll get the video from Ramirez.

Maybe we can end it here.

It's being recorded, Tracy.

You can listen to it later.

And Bustamante has plenty of backup.

In the other units outside the hall.
Damn it. I'm trying to run an

investigation. A job you asked me to do
that you assigned to me.

We're trying to catch a killer and maybe
a kidnapper too. That's still very much

in play.

Please.

Please.

Let me do my job.

Okay?

Now who's the ambitious one?

You turned out to be a great cop, Tracy.

Detective.

I'll catch a ride back with one of the
other units.

Have a transcribed report on my desk
first thing in the morning.

I'll meet with you and Bustamante after
that for next steps.

Fiona? Fiona?

Talk to me, dear.

You're starting to worry me.

Why don't you tell me what's really
going on here, Jackie?

Something's not right.

I'm sure.

Those were gunshots I heard the other
day.

And why don't I ever see any other
patients around here?

What is this place?

You remember, sweetie?

You're part of an experimental treatment
for extreme Alzheimer's cases.

I told you that when we got here.

Part of the therapy is isolation. There
are other patients, but they're...

Well, isolated.

What therapy?

The doctor hardly speaks to me.

Oh, and he does. He doesn't sound like
any doctor I've ever met.

Where is he, anyway?

He's with some of the other patients.

They're in the same program as you.

And the progress they're making... Did
you know he went to Johns Hopkins?

That's the best medical school in the
world.

He'll be out of here in no time.

No time?

Exactly how long is no time, Jackie?

What does that even mean?

I don't even know how long a day is
anymore.

How long have I been away from my
family?

My son?

Kevin?

Has it been a week?

A year?

Oh, my God.

Look,

think good thoughts, okay, Fiona?

Be positive.

They call it positivity.

It's part of the program.

I don't have any good thoughts right
now, Jackie.

You know what you've never told me?

How you met Kevin.

That'd be a good story.

Tell me how you met Kevin.

I know he loves you.

A lot.

He had just come back from Iraq.

After the war.

The first one.

He came to see me for treatment.

For treatment?

What do you mean, treatment?

I'm a psychologist, Jackie.

I must have told you that.

We're both medical professionals, you
and me.

Um, yes.

That's right, of course.

Please continue.

I had just started taking on a few
patients assigned from the VA.

Overflow.

Those guys really needed help.

And Kevin walked in.

And Kevin walked in.

To my life.

No. No, I'm not in the army anymore. You
can... Kevin is fine.

Thanks so much for coming in today.

So... How long have you been back?

Um, maybe six weeks.

You're having a tough time readjusting?

You might say that.

Well, tell me what's been going on.

What have you been doing?

I can tell you what I haven't been
doing.

Sleeping.

Night, Parrot.

It's so real.

So vivid.

At least in the daytime I can sometimes
make it stop.

Before they all... Before they all...
Well, you get it.

Was it one particular event?

Or a few different engagements?

That's okay, Kevin.

If you don't want to talk about it now,
that's fine.

When you're ready, you let me know.

Mind if I ask you about something else?

Uh, yeah, sure.

And if it gets uncomfortable, just ask
me to stop.

You were a little older than most of the
other recruits.

College educated, good job, married.

Why in the...

I'd like to say that it was because I
thought my country needed me.

But actually, I just

needed to get away from it all.

Get away?

From what?

Kevin, what did you have to get away
from?

What did your wife think?

You had a baby at home?

What did you have to get away from?

That's just it.

I didn't have anybody at home.

Not anymore.

But...

You were married with the baby. That's
all right here.

Kevin, did something happen?

What happened?

Please tell me.

It was a... It was a car

accident. The car ran a red light.

Full speed.

Drunk driver.

And broadsided Janelle's little car.

I should have bought her a bigger car.

The baby was in the back.

In the car seat.

But it didn't matter.

It didn't matter. There was a huge
explosion.

A fireball, that's what they said.

Everything was burned beyond
recognition.

My wife and my baby girl.

I couldn't protect them.

I couldn't protect them.

And I wanted to be with them.

So I joined

up.

And I went to Iraq.

Hoping I wouldn't come back.

But I did.

I did.

I don't know how I did.

I was in the middle of the shit all the
time. There were bodies everywhere.

I wanted to be one of them.

But it never happened.

What do I do now Dr.

Donnelly?

What do I do now?