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Previously on "The Rookie"...

Hey, Counselor. Harrison Novak.

They're all wrapped the same. They must be yours.

These aren't mine.

- Thanks for coming right over. - Yeah, of course.

It seems clear that we have

a second serial killer at large.

- And you are? - Her husband.

Oscar and Jason just escaped from prison.

Who's out there?

Show me your hands. - Oh, my God. Don't shoot me.

I got a call from Detroit PD.

They pulled prints from a liquor store robbery

last night... Jason Wyler's.

Who are you?

I'm the man hunting your ex-husband.

- Ahh! - Malvado.

If you hear of Jason's whereabouts, let me know.

What's that?

Oh, a secret note from my secret lover.

Where do you find the energy?

I barely have the strength for one lover.

I know. I've been meaning to talk to you

about putting some more effort in.

That's fair. You working today?

Yep, and I see you're going in early.

Yeah, I'm going to talk to that, uh, detective in Detroit,

see if they have any updates on Jason.

Do you really believe

my psychotic ex-husband is on the run?

Well, it seems like it.

You can't be too careful.

I'm just happy to get some normalcy back in our lives,

where normalcy means, you know, double serial killers.

Well, on the bright side,

at least one of them is already in custody.

Always the optimist.

It's my secret lover's favorite thing about me.

Well, see, that's what separates us.

I could never pick only one favorite thing.

Have a great day.

You too.

Oh, uh, Mrs. Richards?

- That's right. - Hi, I'm Lucy Chen.

Um, I was hoping to talk to you about your former student

Seth Ridley.

I'm his training officer at the LAPD.

- Is he in trouble? - No, not at all.

I was just looking to get some clarity on some things,

and I thought the school guidance counselor

would be the best person to ask.

All right, then.

Well, better come in.

Thank you.

What about you?

Sorry. What?

She asked if you were feeling any more secure in the job.

Oh, totally, totally. I...

Not. Totally not.

Would... would you actually be able to put in a good word

for me with your roommate?

That would... I would owe you big-time.

Hey.

Huh?

Think we'll be end of shift by 8:00 tonight?

Ah, I-I mean, there's a serial killer on the loose.

I wouldn't expect to clock out on time.

There's got to be some kind of work-life balance

eventually, though, right? - Not as a rookie.

I haven't been on a date in three months.

Why? What's at 8:00 p.m.?

He's got a long-distance love with the missus.

- Oh. - We ain't married, all right?

Just exclusive since high school.

Camilla's still in Texas looking for the right time

to move out.

And live in your car.

I'll find a place before then.

She's my angel.

Got with me when I was gonna make football money

and stayed with me when I got hurt and lost it all.

She sacrificed a hell of a lot for me.

Oh, I mean, you must miss her so much.

Yeah. Yeah, I-I do.

All right.

Whoa!

Bad news...

Remy Darden succumbed to his injuries this morning.

So you're the only living witness.

Which means we have jack squat,

because the only description I can give of our serial killer

is white male, unknown age, somewhere near 6 feet,

and somewhere around 175 pounds.

- But it's better than nothing. - Not by much.

Hey, brought you some fresh clothes,

in case you want to change after,

and the appropriate shoes to match.

- Always so thoughtful. - Ah, well-trained.

Are you okay?

My heart hurts.

So much pain before they died.

I knew in my mind such evil exists,

but it always shocks my soul to see it.

- Good morning. - Oh, morning.

How you feeling? - Fine. Day off helped.

I wish I could say I found something helpful

in your absence, but I did not.

- No DNA? - The opposite... too much.

I found trace evidence of literally hundreds of people

contaminating both the murder lab

and the bodies of our serial killer's ten victims.

How is that possible?

Oh, he muddied the scene with a DNA buffet.

He literally collected medical waste...

sharps, latex gloves, discarded bandages...

and he used them to corrupt everything that he touched.

That's kind of brilliant.

Uh, in a pure, evil way.

I mean, even if we can pull his DNA from a victim and match it,

any defense attorney with a pulse

will be able to prove reasonable doubt.

I'm afraid I have more troubling news.

The autopsies revealed that all but one of the victims

were infected with a variety of bloodborne illnesses

before he strangled them to death.

- From the used syringes? - Yeah.

He was literally using them like a science experiment.

But before you panic,

we found the needle he used on you and tested it.

I wouldn't say it was clean,

but there was nothing communicable within.

We'll get you regular testing for the next six months.

But if they didn't find anything in the needle,

you should be okay. - Okay.

But on the good news front,

most of the medical waste was generic,

found in every hospital and doctor's office

around the state, except for these four syringes,

which are trial design,

only used at Saint Stephen Hospital.

You could have led with that.

He's an actor. He likes the drama.

Former actor.

And I like setting realistic expectations.

All right, so, just to be clear,

we're looking for a white male of indeterminate age,

height, weight,

with some form of connection

to Westview Psychiatric Institution

and Saint Stephen Hospital...

places that employ and treat thousands of people a year.

Talk about setting expectations.

And here I was, feeling hopeful.

Sorry.

You know, I've been, uh, really studying my rook book.

I've been burning the midnight oil.

Miles and I are going to go to the range later on,

do some extra shooting.

I visited your high school this morning, Ridley.

Uh, that's cool. Why?

Because I wanted some clarity

about your high school experience.

And?

Why don't you tell me, Ridley?

What... what exactly did I discover?

You found out that I was telling the truth

about my friend who OD'd...

And that she was not my girlfriend.

And I did go on a date with her a couple months

before Rory Hatcher's party.

And I did give her CPR,

but Rory Hatcher's dad actually saved her.

And?

And you discovered that I lied to you and Miles

about the girl who died in a car accident.

And she was not my girlfriend either.

I was actually a freshman when she was a senior,

and I've never met the girl.

Do you want to know why I lied?

I can figure that out for myself.

Well, what if I told you that I was ashamed of what I did

and that I have struggled in the past

using these half-truths to get me out of trouble?

Just... I've sworn to myself that I wasn't going to be

this guy anymore when I joined the LAPD.

But then I threw up in a crime scene on day one,

and I panicked, and I should have owned up to my failures,

but I just...

I should have suffered the consequences.

What are the consequences?

I don't... I don't know yet.

We have an onsite incinerator in the basement.

It's where all of our medical waste is disposed.

- Who has access to it? - Custodial staff.

Plus, we have a dedicated incineration team.

Everyone's passed background checks.

But a few months ago,

our security staff found a patient, Ryan Dearbourne,

wandering around the basement with a medical bag.

At the time, he claimed he was lost.

Couldn't explain the bag.

Back in Texas,

we call that clue "sweeter than stolen honey."

- I like him. - No comment.

Are you seeing anyone?

Because I have a niece who has had it up to here with LA guys.

If she's anywhere near as lovely as you,

I'm sure she'll have her pick of men.

Unfortunately, I am taken. - It's long distance.

He'll be single soon enough.

What do you have against long-distance relationships?

They aren't relationships.

The day-to-day support, the way you weave your lives together,

that's a relationship.

Chatting on Zoom is a friendship at best.

Thank you for the intel.

He and Rachel broke up when she moved to New York.

Ah, I see.

Don't listen to him.

Relationships come in all forms.

- Let's go, Boot. - Nice to meet you.

All right, Ryan Dearbourne

has been a repeat patient at Westview Psychiatric

since he was a teenager.

His most recent stint was 16 months ago.

Schizophrenia,

borderline personality disorder,

drug addiction.

Has he ever crossed paths with Harrison Novak?

He did. At least he could have.

There is a two-month overlap during their teenage years.

Okay. So what do you think?

Whew.

I think it looks like a cautionary tale

for how society fails those with mental health issues.

I mean, what do you think about how we should approach?

Oh, right, well, uh,

I mean, we don't have probable cause to enter.

So...

first step is to try to get the suspect into the open.

We could simply knock on the door,

but due to his history of violence,

it might be better to avoid surprises.

Good. So?

- We call him. - Perfect. Do it.

Hi?

Mr. Dearbourne?

This is Officer Celina Juarez with LAPD.

We're outside.

And we're hoping we could speak with you, if you wouldn't mind.

Okay, well, that was disturbing.

7-Adam-15, requesting additional units

and an RA to my location.

Hey, go cover the rear.

In position. No sign of suspect.

Copy that.

I'm at the front door, making entry.

Police.

Mr. Dearbourne, I'm coming inside.

Stand where I can see you

with your hands open and visible.

Sir, I'm gonna need you to step out.

Do it now.

Inside's clear.

Copy that. Maybe he wasn't in there when we called.

Negative. His soup is still steaming.

He must have jumped into the woods the second we pulled up.

No, no, okay.

Nolan, I'm hearing a voice

from underneath the mobile home.

I got a hatch in the floor.

I'm gonna open it now.

- Hey, do you have a second? - Sure.

Uh-oh. - Yeah.

Um, okay, so I have confirmed that Seth lied to me

on two separate occasions about past tragedies.

Not great.

That's it... "not great"?

I mean, a third of the department

routinely lies about their personal life.

Do you honestly think Smitty qualified for the Olympics?

No, but...

There's a difference between lying on the job

and lying about the job.

Look, has he ever lied about a call or on paperwork?

- Not that I know of. - Okay.

Look, the city spent a quarter of a million training Ridley.

The department's currently understaffed

due to a major corruption scandal,

and he was recently lauded as a hero

for saving a hostage's life.

Grey's not going to cut him just because he brags.

Wait, I can't believe

Tim "I Bounce Boots for Breakfast" Bradford

is suggesting letting unethical behavior slide.

I'm not. I'm suggesting you correct it.

It's what we call a "TO problem."

Wow, okay. Thank you.

Mm-hmm.

- Hey. - Hi.

Listen...

I really love this job.

I have never lied about that.

I just... I get panicked sometimes, and I get stressed.

Ridley, being a cop is stressful 24-7.

Being... being cross-examined is just as stressful.

What are you going to do when you're on the stand,

tell the truth or say whatever makes you look good?

The truth. I'm gonna tell the truth, okay?

It's... 100%.

This has been an important wake-up call for me.

I promise you, I'm gonna fly right from here on out.

He said the needles were for his medicine

and that just a quick rinse, and they were "good as new."

That might be the most disgusting thing

I've ever heard.

So what do you think?

Is this the guy you fought in the basement?

I don't know. He feels wrong.

I mean, this guy is literally buzzing with energy.

The killer we're after was calm, fastidious, careful,

and dangerously smart.

I can't imagine this guy making a peanut butter sandwich

without cutting off something important.

Maybe that's what he wants us to think...

laying the groundwork for an insanity plea.

If so he deserves an Oscar.

So do you want to talk to him or lay back?

Lay back.

Okay.

Mr. Dearbourne.

Hi.

I'm Brendon Acres with the FBI. This is Detective Lopez.

I take it you've been apprised of your rights.

Is that correct?

I didn't do anything. I-I-I never do anything.

Can you tell us where you were two nights ago?

Down below, the underneath.

Are you talking about a basement?

It's my happy place.

I want to go to my happy place.

Nice to be home?

So nice, especially now that the threat

of my crazy ex-husband is gone, at least for the moment.

You'll get through this.

We're all here for you, whatever you guys need.

Thank you.

Uh, sorry. I have to get this.

- Of course. Talk to you later. - Yeah.

Hello? - Tell me about Detroit.

I shouldn't be talking to you.

Then why did you text or answer this call?

Tell me about Detroit.

Jason's fingerprints were pulled

from a liquor store he robbed.

Same thing outside Provo, Utah, two days before.

Seems a little sloppy for our boy.

- You think it's a fake out? - I don't know. Maybe not.

People do have a tendency to run for the hills

when they hear that I'm looking for them.

I have my feelers out.

I'll know more soon enough.

I might have something.

So I was going

through Antoinette's initial autopsy reports.

All of the victims were cross-contaminated

with dirty needles before they were killed, except one...

his very first victim, Grant Nogales.

First kills are often unique...

the thrill of raw violence

before a serial killer hones their style.

Right, and they can also be the most personal.

So I went back into Grant's missing person file.

One of the people the detectives interviewed

was his former employer, Liam Glasser.

Now, Glasser was never a suspect,

but he runs a vending machine supply company

that services facilities all across Los Angeles,

including Westview Psychiatric.

Any connection to Saint Stephen?

Not that I could find.

You should definitely put eyes on Glasser.

See if you recognize him from the other night.

Yeah, but I don't want him to know

that he might be a suspect. - Yeah.

I have an idea.

Glad you could come on such short notice.

Are you kidding me?

I'd give my firstborn to service all the LAPD machines.

You really got that kind of pull with the city?

Oh, yeah. I'm the man.

These all look like pretty standard fare.

I was hoping for more of the, uh, exotics.

Oh, this is just a small sampling of what we carry.

Was there, uh, something specific you had in mind?

There's a New Zealand nut bar

that I could only find at the zoo.

The Kiwi Krispie. I have that.

- No way. - Oh, yeah.

It's not on the truck, but I could land it in slot, uh, 22

first thing in the morning, if that seals the deal.

Smitty, Grey's looking for you.

Sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt.

It's never an interruption

when a woman is as pretty as you.

- Oh, wow. Smooth talker. - Guilty as charged.

But don't let me stop important police business from happening.

I got work to do, too.

I'm gonna go talk to Grey, and I will circle back.

- It was nice meeting you. - You too.

Actually...

you might be able to help me out with something.

Happy to,

unless this is just a ploy to hit on me,

because I am a happily married man.

Who tells random women they're pretty?

- Well, men can look. - Oh.

So what can I do for you, uh...

Uh, Nyla Harper, detective.

It's nice to meet you, Nyla Harper, detective.

I'm Liam Glasser, uh, lord of the vending machines.

Ah, that is actually what I wanted to talk to you about.

Um, okay, so I have this case.

It is a serial murder investigation.

And there are connections to Westview Psychiatric.

Get... get out of here. I-I service Westview.

- You're kidding. - No.

Well, that is small world.

For how long? - Uh, I mean, like, forever.

Uh, it's my dad's company.

I started working with him in high school.

I took it over when he passed, so more than 20 years.

How often are you there?

I average, uh, three or four visits a month.

I mean, the food is terrible there,

so the patients and the staff,

they basically live off the machines.

Okay.

I hate to impose, but there are elements of this case

that date back to over a decade ago.

And talking to someone with institutional knowledge

would be extremely helpful.

The staff has been stonewalling me, trying to cover their ass.

You know how that is. - Oh, yeah, it's human nature.

Exactly.

Um, can you help me?

Well, um, as much as I would love to spend the day

talking to you, I got a schedule to keep.

Please, I promise it won't take that long.

I'd owe you.

Sure. I can... I can spare a few minutes.

Great. I will go grab my file and my notebook.

I think Glasser is my guy. He's the second killer.

Well, that's a surprise,

'cause Ryan Dearbourne is currently confessing.

What?

I couldn't stop.

I needed them to hurt the way I hurt, the way I hurt.

So I jabbed them.

I jabbed them, and I killed them.

Who was the third victim?

Third kill.

M-M-M-M-Michael... Michael.

Skid row.

He helped me find that place right between the toes...

the most painful bone, lots of nerves.

But anywhere you poke, poke, poke too often,

they get used to it.

A-and I always had a lot of needles to poke.

I stole them from the hospital.

But this morning, you told Officer Nolan

that you used those needles in your house for medicine.

Yes, for me

and for them.

Tell us about Remy.

Got away.

Bye-bye.

How did he get away?

What happened the other night when he got away?

Nothing.

Everything.

Danger.

Please, I-I just want it to stop.

I-I need someone to stop me.

Please.

I need to be punished.

I've done such bad things...

such bad things.

So did he get anything wrong? Miss any detail?

No, it was a slam dunk confession.

From a guy who is clearly in the throes of mental illness.

I mean, sure, he gave us details,

but he also left a lot of holes.

Those are details only the killer could know.

Or someone helping him.

Listen, I know that my gut is not admissible,

but I am telling you, Glasser is the guy from the basement.

He recognized me in the break room.

He couldn't stop staring at my wounds.

He's still in there with Smitty,

waiting to talk to me.

At least just put eyes on him.

Check my math.

Of course.

The last thing I want to do is charge the wrong guy

or leave an accomplice out there.

- Thank you. - Mm-hmm.

Let's go.

I swear, she'll be right back.

I'm sorry. I got a route to run.

I can't wait any longer.

I am so sorry. Thank you for waiting.

I really got to go.

Just talk to me for two minutes.

That's it. I promise. Your stuff will be safe here.

Thank you.

So, um, do you have any interactions

with the patients at Westview?

No. I don't really stop to chat.

I mean, not that there's anything wrong

with being mentally ill... they can't help it.

But, uh, I'm not really looking to socialize.

So is that a no?

Yes, that is a no.

So you have never talked to someone named Ryan Dearbourne?

Ah, like I said, I do my business, and I get out.

Okay.

Is that the serial killer you mentioned, Dearbourne?

I can't really comment on that.

- Sure. - Yeah.

Sure.

You can almost feel him trying to be casual.

If he is the guy, he's rocking a world-class ego.

It'll make him overconfident.

Well, if there's nothing else...

I really got to go.

Where were you on Tuesday night?

Why?

Oh, I'm sorry.

I meant to ask, um, were you at Westview two nights ago?

Something happened.

Well, I don't work nights. I have a family.

Oh, kids?

Yeah, two.

What about you?

What happened at Westview?

There was an attack.

Our suspect almost killed a cop.

No kidding.

Wow.

Well, like I said, I wasn't there.

Where were you?

Movies maybe.

I'd have to check.

Now I really got to go.

Good luck with your case.

Of course.

Uh, we will be in touch if any follow-up is necessary.

Looking forward to it.

Okay.

I hope you catch the guy.

I mean, you must feel such a weight

being the only person who can...

bring his poor victims closure.

Does it keep you up at night?

It would... it would keep me up at night.

I sleep just fine.

Do you?

Hmm.

Like a baby.

Good job.

- So how's my math? - Solid.

He's definitely giving off some creepy vibes.

Seemed very interested in the case.

I agree... Ryan's involved somehow,

but Glasser is the dominant personality.

But will a jury see it that way?

No, no, they'll see Ryan stealing the syringes

and Ryan confessing to serial murder.

Glasser is just the hardworking family man

who's barely tied to the case.

Ryan's guilt feels genuine.

I think he honestly believes he committed the murders.

What if Glasser convinced him?

You know, spent years feeding him details

until he internalized them?

Well, we know Glasser thinks long-term

from the cross-contamination of the kills he's been doing.

Someone as disturbed as Ryan can easily be manipulated.

If that is true, then Glasser has created the perfect patsy.

So what do we do?

Good news is, he knows we're close.

He won't risk another abduction anytime soon.

Yeah, but we need to be ready when he does.

I need every detail about his work life...

his... his clients, route.

There has to be some connection between him

and the other victims.

And let's pull apart his family.

I need a deep dive on his wife, kids, third cousins, everyone.

Oh, I'm... I'm so sorry to interrupt.

Nolan, Detroit PD is on the phone looking for you.

- Excuse me. - Mm-hmm.

- Yeah? - Jason was never in Detroit.

He paid some meth head to leave his fingerprints

at crime scenes.

Detroit PD just arrested the guy.

Jason is still in LA.

John Nolan.

Hey, what are you doing, man? What are you doing?

Oh, yeah!

Oh, that'll get the juices flowing, huh?

Hey, babe.

Oh, you don't look so good back there.

Oh, damn it.

Oh, I forgot to dump your phone.

She's moving south on La Cienega.

7-Adam-15, Bailey's partner just called 911.

Jason took her.

Celina.

I know. I'm punching it.

Stupid! Stupid!

All right. All right. All right. All right.

Do I just pull over or wait for the switch car?

Pull over and let me the hell out!

Shut up! Nobody's asking you!

I am way past taking orders from you, Jason.

You don't scare me anymore.

I said shut up.

Ahh! Bitch!

Ugh!

- Do you have her? - Yeah.

One minute out. Get ready.

I'm so ready, baby. Get here.

Another life you're ruining.

You're the one that ruined a life... mine.

Oh, boo-hoo.

Jason, you're not the hero of this story.

You're not even the villain.

You're Sideshow Bob,

stepping on an infinite number of rakes.

Look, I would really not provoke me right now.

Why? Are you gonna make it hurt more?

Such a big man, torturing a woman a third of your size.

Shut up!

Augh!

Ahh!

Oh, my God!

They stopped, two blocks up around the corner.

[groans

Oh, my God! Baby, are you okay?

- Do I look okay? - Don't yell at me!

I'm freaking out here! - Come on, we got to go.

- Is she dead? - I don't know.

You got to make sure.

Otherwise, you'll never rest easy,

and you'll never be all mine. - Yeah.

Oh, God.

She broke my arm!

Come on, we don't have time. We got to move.

We won't make it to your car. Come on, we... we got to go.

- Where are you going? - Come on!

There she is.

I'm here. I'm here.

Easy.

How bad are you hurt? - I don't know.

But he's hurt worse.

He just ran off down the alley with a woman.

Um, blonde, uh, pink sweatshirt.

Control, suspect Jason Wyler is on foot,

heading west towards the 101... he is armed and dangerous.

Second suspect... blonde female, pink sweatshirt.

Mobilize backup, airship,

and a supervisor to set up a search grid.

You're gonna be all right. Ambulance is on the way.

How did you know to find me?

Detroit PD called.

Jason paid someone to plant his fingerprints.

I know.

I mean, I-I knew we shouldn't have trusted him.

Oh, Jason's phone... he left that before he ran off.

Over here! Quick!

Easy. Nice and easy. - I'm okay.

Multiple contusions, possible concussion,

slight whiplash, and some injury to my ribs.

It's either fractured or sprained... I'm not sure.

- How's Bailey? - Bailey is pissed.

Ah, I'm gonna go to the hospital with her.

- Of course. - Uh, this is Jason's phone.

He called the woman he ran off with

right before we crashed.

Hey, I-I need a name and trace

on this phone number right now.

I'll have all the units in the area lock down the grid.

We're not gonna let Jason get away again.

All right, it's registered to Drew Davis...

uh, 28, female, lives in La Cañada.

I know her.

No, she... she pretended she was drunk.

She broke into the yard.

She said she was looking for a friend's house.

She must have been trying to test out

your security system for Jason. - That's his move.

Make some poor young woman think he's in love with her

and then ruin her life. - Trace came in.

It's a few blocks from here, headed west on Sixth.

Control, suspect's heading west on Sixth Street

toward Anderson... code 3.

Go.

- You sure? - Go. Catch him.

Okay.

Oh, my God.

What are we going to do? - We... we got to get a car.

- Well, can't we just hide? - No, no, no.

They're gonna have this whole place locked down.

Oh, no.

Your phone. - What?

- They're tracking us. - They know who I am?

Why would they know who I am? You said that I was fine!

It doesn't matter! Come here.

All right.

Okay, look, hey, you got to go stop that car.

I'm gonna come out with a gun, and we're gonna jack it.

Go. Go!

Hi.

Her phone's at the end of the block.

Oh, Nolan. - I see her.

7-Adam-15, we have eyes on one suspect.

Gunshot, possibly deceased.

No sign of Jason yet.

- Did Jason shoot her? - I don't know.

Let's move.

I got eyes on Jason. South side of the street.

Jason! Show me your hands!

I give up!

Step out!

I can't. Malvado... he's all over me.

He killed Drew. You got to protect me.

Step out and show me your hands.

Damn it, he's got a rifle!

7-Adam-15, shots fired. Suspect is down.

We have a sniper, 600 block of Anderson...

precise location unknown.

Nyla Harper, detective.

Now, I told you, I'm a happily married man.

Yes, you did, but that was a lie,

just like everything else you have told me was a lie.

See, I know you're used

to being the smartest guy in the room.

And, honestly, you have mostly been right.

You have played this thing perfectly so far.

Oh, I have no idea what you're talking about.

Oh, you don't have to pretend.

I'm not wearing a wire.

I'm not here to trick you into confessing

or threaten you

that Ryan Dearbourne has flipped on you.

Like I said, you're smarter than that.

But I also know that you can't help what you are.

You'll be disciplined for a while,

but then you won't be able to stop yourself.

And you will take another victim.

And we will be there.

"We"?

My friends on patrol,

who will make driving by your home and work

part of every shift.

And my other friends...

My undercover friends, who will always be out there,

only you won't know who, and you won't know when.

You see, you've gotten away with everything

because you moved in the shadows.

But now you are in the spotlight.

And you will stay there

until I find a way to hang these murders around your neck

and lock you away forever.

I'm back.

I believe I only asked for a drink.

Yes, I have that right here.

Don't open it right away. I dropped it.

Mm-hmm. And... and the rest of all this?

Oh, this isn't from me.

No, I definitely did not impulse-buy half the gift shop.

Ah, it must have been my secret lover.

Yeah, and if you ask me, that guy is really needy.

Well, maybe he's just worried

because I'm completely in love with you.

To be honest, I've never been more scared in my life.

Me too.

Jason has been a part of my life for so long.

Even when he was in prison,

there was always this part of me that was worried...

what he was planning, when would he strike?

A-and now...

And now you don't have to worry anymore.

Now, is there anything else you want?

I just want to go home.

I will go see if I can help Luna with that paperwork.

Hang tight. - Yeah.

♪ Mama said I will always be ♪

♪ Faith is stronger, my love is weak ♪

Hey, I guess you missed your 8:00 Zoom date.

Yeah. It's all right. Camilla gets it.

- Mm. When is she moving out? - I don't know.

It's kind of hard to picture her here, you know?

The life we were planning together was very Texas.

Mm, 5,000-square-foot house

for half of what I pay for rent?

Exactly... marriage, three kids, the whole thing.

- And now? - I don't know.

I've changed a lot since I've been here, you know?

And speak of the devil.

Hey, I'm... I'm gonna take this here

so I don't lose her in the elevator.

Oh, yeah. No worries. I'll see you tomorrow.

Yeah, see you tomorrow.

Hey, beautiful. You're up late.

Yeah, I know,

but it's the only flight that I could get.

"Flight"?

Wait, what? Where are you?

Surprise!

Hey, what are you doing here?

Oh, baby, I couldn't wait! I quit my job!

I'm moving to Los Angeles!

- Oh, all right. - Come here!

So I've been thinking about the Seth situation.

It's been a long day.

I know this is my problem. I'm the TO.

So I made a decision. He can't stay.

The stakes are way too high,

and the only way to fix this is to cut him from the program.

Okay. Let's talk to Grey.

Wait, you're not gonna talk me out of it?

No, it's your call.

Just know this whole station is going to be behind you

every step of the way. - Thank you, sir.

What's... what's going on?

It's your news to share.

I finally got my lab results, and my cancer is back,

but we caught it early, and the doctor says

that I should still be able to work.

And, uh, I just... I just...

I wanted to let you know that I am ready,

I am willing, and able to complete my training,

if you will still have me.

Yeah, of course.

- I am gonna sleep for a week. - Yes, you always say that.

And then you always pick up three new hobbies

with your time off.

- This is different. - Mm-hmm.

Oh, uh, I left my jacket.

I'll grab it. Hang on.

There we go.

- Did you find it? - Yeah.

Oh, Bailey.

What did you do?

Damn it.