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Previously on SWAT...

I really like you.

I know you've taken this job overseas,

but I was wondering if maybe...

I was thinking of turning the job down.

- I'm Heather, by the way.
- I'm David.

Hey, no! Let them go!

Stay down!

Wow, I can't imagine
what would've happened if...

if our paths hadn't crossed
this morning.

Well, right place, right time.

You know, once everything
calms down a bit, I'd...

I'd really love to take you to dinner.

Oh, I-I appreciate that, but...

I'm married.

Mm.

Can't blame a girl for trying.

Right?

Okay, Heather, it's all clear.

Thank you so much, Sergeant Kay.

Don't mention it.
And it's David, please.

So do you have any idea what was taken?

I haven't even looked.

I mean, I just got home
from the gym, saw my place

torn apart. I freaked out, ran outside,

- and called you.
- Yeah, well,

I'm sure it was terrifying.

I'm still shaking.

I mean, I could've walked in on
them while they were still here.

Well, hey, let's thank God
that didn't happen, right?

Tell you what, I'll send patrol over.

They'll take some photos,

dust for prints, and that way then,

you'll have a report
for your insurance company.

Thank you so much, David.

You're a lifesaver. Uh, well, literally.

Well, look, it's not a problem.

I'm just glad you're okay.

Oh, my God, I'm so rude.

I-I dragged you out here so early,

you probably haven't even
eaten or anything.

Please, let me fix you a plate
or at least a coffee.

It's okay. I'm good.
I actually got to head in.

Of course, yeah.

Thank you, really.
Sure, it was, it was nothing.

I'll keep you posted.

Please.

Hey.

- What you looking for?
- Uh, peanut butter for my bagel.

I was gonna toast it,

but I think your toaster oven's busted.

Nah, it's just the breaker.

All right, try that.

Oh.

Oh, yeah, the flickering. It does that.

I just wouldn't plug in
anything valuable,

like your laptop

or anything else, be safe.

Has it always been like this?

I noticed it when I first moved in.

I just figured it's
a pre-war building, you know?

Being a pre-war building, no,
that's not an excuse, Victor.

You're paying rent. Stuff should work.

You know, you have rights.

- I'll look into it.
- Good.

And... here.

So you can lock up on your way out.

My second time at your place,
and I get my own key?

- Oh, I could take it back.
- Mm-mm.

Come on.

Let's go.

Come on, man. Foul. Foul.

Quit crying like a little bitch.
Come on.

Hey, pelón, you saw that, right?

- Come on.
- Y'all be cheating. Come on. Let's go.

- Let's go.
- Hey!

Let's go, Guero!

- Oh, snap.
- Right here, right here.

- Game, homie!
- No, no, no.

- That don't count.
- What do you mean?

Your foot was on the line.

What line?

Y'all be cheating like a mug, though.

Come on, this is
the first game we won in a minute.

Oh, that's 'cause we let y'all.

Otherwise, you and homeboy
would stop coming.

You tripping.

Al rato, Puppet.
Te cuidas.

Hey, y'all get on to school, now.

Oscar Torres.

Aka "Memo."

One of the kids playing ball ID'd Memo

hauling ass from the scene
after the officers were shot.

According to GND,

Memo's a top lieutenant in La Mira.

It's a gang out of NoHo.

Apparently, they're upping
their initiations to including

targeting law enforcement.

Hey. Two of our own
gunned down in broad daylight.

It's hard not to make it personal.

You can be pissed, but this
ain't about our feelings.

We do this the right way.

Understood?

Understood.

Copy you.

- By the book, boss.
- Thousand percent.

Fill the gaps.

Stay liquid.

- LAPD!
- LAPD. Don't move.

Show me your hands! LAPD!

Hands in the air now!
Show me your hands!

Again, bro?

House is clear. Where's Memo?

Hey! Get your ass up.

On your feet, now.

Two handguns inside.

Both registered.

- No drugs or contraband either.
- So, not a trap house.

- Yo, we straight, homie?
- You tell me.

We got a witness putting you
at a crime scene this morning.

Dawg, do I look like
I been up this morning?

We tied one off last night, for real.

Just got engaged, foo.

You got proof you were here?

On my phone. Check it yourself.

It's the Raidersone, eh.

- Code 6969.
- Really?

Don't trip. Check the cameras
on my security app.

Yo, don't steal my dance moves, either.

Scroll to this morning.

The time checks, Hondo. He was here.

Somebody did something, but not me.

Officers. Cut them loose.

- Yes, sir.
- About time.

Memo's not our shooter.

So, our witness got it wrong.

Or he lied.

Well, either way, we're wasting time

while the actual shooter's
out there somewhere.

Another cop's been shot.

This time in Los Feliz.

That's three cops
gunned down in two hours.

Someone's declaring war on the LAPD.

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Patrol's canvassing the neighborhood

where the first two cops were shot.

Bedrosian's on a vent at Cedars.
Rivera didn't make it.

Family's being notified as we speak.

The third officer, Sergeant
Karl Olenchalk, he's in surgery.

Doesn't look good.

If it's war on police like you
said, every cop on the street's

gonna be jumpy as hell
until we figure out

- whoever's responsible.
- Yeah.

Well, that's why Hicks and
the brass are at command center.

Mayor wants to lower the
temperature on this as soon as possible.

By the way, the, uh,
witness who lied this morning

about what he saw, he's on his way in.

I want you and Alfaro
to get a crack at him.

Yeah. Would love to.

What's this?

Another lead?

No, no. No, this is something else.

Gave my card to a civilian last week.

She had a break-in this morning.

So she called you instead of 911?

Yeah.

No good deed goes unpunished, right?

It's just, something's not adding up.

This is security footage
from a neighbor's camera.

Check out the Volvo.

That the suspect's car?
No, it's the victim's car.

Problem is, she said that
she was at the gym all morning.

Car never moves.

So, maybe she Uber'd or walked.

Yeah, maybe.

You think something else is up?

Well... see, last time
we saw each other,

things got awkward.

She might've been a little flirty.

- Flirty?
- Yeah.

So you think maybe she staged
the break-in this morning

as an excuse to call you?

Deacon, that's nuts.

What're you gonna do?

Our witness is here.

Three cops were ambushed
this morning, Puppet.

Convince us you had nothing
to do with that.

Are you serious?

Not even, man.

Look, me, Bedrosian,
and Rivera, we're tight.

Then why'd you lie to us?

Why'd you send us after Memo
when he had nothing to do

- with the shootings?
- Memo's crew...

They're eyeing my sister, okay?

They're trying to jump her in.

She don't need to be about that life,

so I lied, all right?

We need something real.

You got to give us
something we can work with

or face obstruction charges.

What? Come on, man. Are you...

Look at me.

Rivera didn't make it, bro,

and Bedrosian, she's on life support.

They were always kicking it with us

right before school, you know?

Yeah, good cops.

So help us make it right, man.
What did you see?

Look, man, I was ducking, too,
all right?

But I-I may have seen a Bronco
with a tan top.

I don't know. It-it booked it

around the corner
after I heard the shots.

Did you catch a plate?

Did you catch...

No. I wish I would've.

Hey, is Bedrosian gonna make it?

Hey, I've been looking for connections

between the three officers
who were shot.

- And?
- Bedrosian,

Rivera and Olenchalk are all tied

to the De La Costa High School shooting.

De La Costa?

That was a huge black mark
against the LAPD.

Officers hesitated to make entry.

Bedrosian was a rookie. She
and the others were the first

on scene, but because
of some communication issue

or fear of being outgunned...

They failed to engage the shooter.

By the time backup arrived,

six students and a teacher were dead.

Huge protests followed. Lawsuits.

So, today wasn't a coincidence.
Those cops were targeted.

We need to find out by who and why now.

Let's get a list
of the parents and teachers

and anyone else involved
in that lawsuit.

Potential suspects, roger that.

You know, we should also
put patrol units at the homes

of any of the officers
that were there that day.

I have a feeling our shooter isn't done.

Yeah.

Hey, Hondo, there's something else

that today's victims have
in common. They all had sessions

with Dr. Wendy during
the internal investigation.

I'll reach out to her.

See what she can give us.

Olivia.

Hey, Victor. I heard what happened.

It's all over the news.

Yeah. Things are pretty tense
around here.

Were you able to lock up okay?

Mm-hmm. Doing it now.

And I think I found the culprit
to your electrical issue,

but with everything going on,
we can just

talk about it later.

I could actually use
a distraction. What's up?

Well, I, um, I went out
for a run earlier,

and on my way back in,

my investigative senses
suddenly perked up.

What do you mean?

As I passed apartment 113,

I heard this humming inside,

like from electrical equipment.

So, I decided to check it out.

But as I got close to the door,
this big guy comes out

with a tiny silver-haired lady.

You know, I played it off, kept going

so that they wouldn't notice me,

but then I doubled back
to follow them outside.

Okay, and?

They got in this badass
Escalade and drove off.

- And that's it?
- Victor, come on, think about it.

Small apartment, expensive ride.

What if it's some kind of
grow-op in your building?

I mean, it would explain
the electrical problems.

Did you get the license plate?

Mm-hmm. Yeah. I'll text it to you.

Okay. I should get back.

Yeah, of course.

Be careful, babe.

Yeah, thanks. I will.

It's open.

Hey. I've been following

what's been going on. How are you guys?

We'll be better once we get
the shooter off the streets.

My door's always open
if you'd like to talk.

- We appreciate that, Dr. Wendy.
- Right now, we were hoping

that you could shed
some light on something.

Of course. Anything I can do to help.

The three officers, their names
haven't been released yet,

but they were all
former patients of yours.

- Of mine?
- Mm-hmm.

Who?

The De La Costa shooting.

They all had mandatory
counseling with you

in order to be cleared for duty.

Bedrosian, Rivera, and Olenchalk.

Sure. I remember them.

I didn't realize those were
the officers shot this morning.

How horrible.

During your sessions,
did they mention anything

that can point us toward their shooter?

Specific stalkers,
people coming after them?

Any particular threats?

Wow. Um, they really had it tough.

Despite the
public condemnation, honestly,

there were a lot harder on themselves.

Throw in the volume of hate mail
and the horrible

depiction in the press.

They really took a beating.

They failed in their duties,
and in the process,

they made it harder
on all of us to do our jobs.

Look, I don't know
of any specific stalkers

or death threats,
but there was one parent

that the officers talked a lot about.

He was the most vocal,

relentlessly critical in the press.

He really got under their skin, I think.

His daughter was class president.

Bright future, if I remember.

Sophia Phillips?
Daughter of Nelson Phillips?

Yeah, that's him. He was
the first to file a lawsuit,

kept it front page news.

Says he also headed

a victims' rights group
with the other parents.

If he's not the shooter,
he might be able to point us

- in the right direction.
- He's worth talking to.

Why choose today to retaliate?

De La Costa was over a year ago.

It's tough to say.
Grief hits when it hits.

Doesn't have a timetable.

Nelson Phillips.

I'm Sergeant Harrelson.

This is Officer Tan. We'd like a word.

- Get bent.
- Okay, relax.

Relax. We just want to talk.

My ass. This is just more
harassment over the lawsuit.

Hondo, his gun.

Okay, put your hands
above your head slowly.

No quick movements.
I have a carry permit.

Just the same. For your safety and ours,

we want to hold onto that
weapon, just while we talk.

I don't have to hand it over.
I know my rights.

As you should.

I just want to dial things down
a little bit here.

Tan.

I used to hate guns.

Trusted L.A.'s finest
would always be there.

Learned the hard way I was wrong.

No one's questioning
your right to bear arms.

Yeah, well, it's not because I want to,

but I still got two kids
in middle school,

and I'll be damned
if we're victims again.

We're both truly sorry about
what happened to your daughter.

Don't you dare.

You mean the daughter
y'all refused to save?

Mr. Phillips,
where were you this morning?

On a Zoom call, working from home. Why?

Three officers involved in the
De La Costa shooting were shot.

Two of them are dead,
one's on life support.

All three were named in your lawsuit.

I-I don't know what you want from me.

All right, as I said,
I was on a Zoom call.

Several coworkers can vouch for me.

What about the other parents
who lost a child that day?

We know you're still
in contact with them.

Do you think any one of them is capable

of doing something like this?

Are you seriously asking for my help?

Now, I'm sorry for your loss.

- It sounds like karma's a...
- Get down!

He's hit.

Where'd that shot come from?

Near the corner. Behind the truck.

All right, stay with him. Call a medic.

LAPD! Stop right there!

LAPD! Stop!

Whoa! Hey!

Move! Move!

20-David. Foot pursuit.
White male, jean jacket.

Headed north on Castillo.

Look out!

- You guys okay?
- Yeah. Yeah. Thanks.

Step away from the gun.

Move. Get away!

20-David to dispatch.

I need Patrol and an evidence
tech on my location, ASAP.

Wound is non-life-threatening.

Patrol will follow the ambo,
post at the hospital

till we find the perp.

Mr. Phillips.

Sergeant Harrelson.

We're gonna have someone
outside your home,

looking after your family.

I don't know what to say.

If you hadn't been here...

Your daughter should still
be here. I'm truly sorry.

Shooter got away, but
lost his rifle during the chase.

It's with Forensics now.

He had a clean shot on both
of us and didn't take it.

I'm afraid this isn't
just about cops anymore.

Yeah, but why go after a parent?

Yeah, this is Hondo.

Wait, say that again.

The rifle's one of ours? Are you sure?

Put out a BOLO, now.

The rifle's LAPD?

Not only that. Our gunman's a cop.

Claude Fournier, age 29.
Third generation cop.

Rising star. Worked six years

before his career spiraled after
the De La Costa school shooting.

Cameras along the farmers market

caught his image as Hondo was
chasing him, confirmed his ID.

He also owns an older Bronco.

So, Fournier was the primary officer

on scene at the school
when the attack began,

which means it was his decision
not to engage the shooter.

Says after a second internal audit,

he was finally let go last week,

so that explains the "why now?"

Well, so far, he's the only officer

to lose their job from the whole fiasco.

According to his initial statement,

Fournier reported to his supervisor

that he saw the gunman
enter the high school.

Then why didn't any of them engage?

Because Fournier said
he didn't hear back.

Of course. The supervisor, Olenchalk,

refuted it, throwing Fournier
under the bus.

So, Fournier gets fired,

vents his revenge
by shooting his partner,

Rivera, and Olenchalk,

and then Phillips for
naming him in the lawsuit.

Going down a list of grievances.

And anybody could be next.

I had a patrol unit
outside Fournier's house

when I thought he could be
the next target.

I'll warn dispatch.

I'll be back.

Heather, thanks for coming in.

Th-Thank you for inviting me.

Well?

Did you catch the guys
who broke into my house?

- Um... I got this.
- Yes, sir.

So, uh... Heather, I'm...
I'm gonna be straight with you.

I did some checking, I read the report

from the officers I sent over.

I don't think the break-in
really happened.

What? What-what do you mean? I mean...

you were in my bedroom, David.

You saw the damage.
My kitchen. Broken glass.

The broken glass, right.

See, the officers took photos,
and they showed that

most of the glass was on the outside,

which means that the doors
were broken from the inside.

And I called your gym.

You were never there this morning.

My house gets broken into,
and you end up investigating me.

- Wow, that's... insane.
- All right, look, stop.

Filing a false police report,
that's a crime.

However,

I understand that, sometimes,
these things happen.

These things?

Misplaced feelings.

A week ago,
you suffered a very traumatic event,

and I was in the right place
at the right time

- to help you.
- You did more than help me.

- David, you saved my life.
- I did.

And I realize that-that
situations like that

can-can get people confused.

Make them lose sight of what's real.

And what is real for you?

I'm married.

And I have a family

that I would never
put in any kind of jeopardy

under any circumstances.

Wow, this is so embarrassing. I'm...

...such an idiot. I'm so sorry, David.

It... it's okay,

as long as it ends right here.

Of course. I get it now,

- I do. I promise.
- Okay.

Good.

I'll get someone to escort you out.

I'll keep you posted. Thanks.

Claude Fournier was your patient.

What is it that we're missing about him?

That's hard to say.

Claude's experience was
more traumatic than the others

probably because of his self-perception.

How he saw himself as a cop?

A legacy cop. He had something to prove

and family expectations.

In his mind,

he was this kick-ass, take names,

- door-kicker.
- Yeah, who hesitated

when it got real,
like the school shooting.

Exactly.

Imagine you're trying to be Superman,

but then you get labeled
a coward when you can't fly.

It created resentments
when no one stood by him.

Okay, but you treated him.

You didn't realize that
he was a threat to others?

He didn't mention it
during our sessions.

All due respect, he was unfit.

Why would you clear him for duty?

It was desk duty, administrative stuff,

something I thought he could handle

while we were working together.

But then, the public pressure came

and the lawsuits,

and became too much for the department,

and they needed a fall guy.

Well, if you ask me, they took
his badge a year too late.

You

know what?

Here are all my notes on Fournier.

You can let me know what I missed.

Dr. Wendy, I'm not trying
to fight with you.

I'm trying to prevent what's next.

He knows we're coming for him.
How does this end?

Ultimately? I think

he wants suicide by cop.

And by the sounds of it,

what are the odds he doesn't get it?

Hold up. You moved out of Luca's
house into someplace janky?

It's not janky. It was convenient.

No, no, I mean, why not
move into a nicer place

with, like, amenities and stuff?
Or, like, from this century?

To be honest, it's just
a temp spot till something

or someone permanent
prompts the next move.

Uh, wait. Does Olivia know it's her?

We got a bingo.

The electricity hog in my
building. The license plate that

Olivia sent is registered
to Vika Horvat,

71 years old with a...

sordid history of scam-related crimes.

Oh, looks like grandma

did some jail time
for cashing bad checks.

Girl even has active warrants.

Damn, Olivia might be right
about a grow-op in the building.

Tan, I need you.

All right, Powell, go ahead.

Hondo had me dive into Dr. Wendy's file

on Claude Fournier

to unpack his relationship
with our victims.

Besides his animosity for the four

he's already targeted,
another name keeps coming up...

his union rep, Dorian Klitschko.

He guided Fournier during the
entire De La Costa investigation.

Since Fournier was the only cop fired,

is it possible he thinks
his union rep sold him out?

That's the impression I get
from Dr. Wendy's notes.

We should call Klitschko.

Get him in here for his own protection.

I already tried his office.
No one picked up.

I'll try his home.

Straight to voicemail.

All right, Tan, grab Hondo,
get to Klitschko's office.

Powell, you, me, and Alfaro
will go to his home.

Door's ajar. Go.

LAPD!

Dorian?

- You in here, buddy?
- In here.

Hey, it's Klitschko.

He's been worked over.

Hey, Dorian, stay with me, buddy.

30-David.
I need paramedics to my location.

I've got one male, Dorian Klitschko,

suffered trauma injuries.

He's LAPD.

- It was Claude.
- Yeah, we know.

- You got to stop him.
- Hey, we're working on it.

Do you have any idea where he's headed?

My files...

He got into my files.

Hey, Deac.

These are all handwritten.

Those are Klitschko's
notes on the De La Costa cops.

There's got to be a file for Fournier.

There was one.

Fournier took it.

That means he's not done.
There's another target.

Hey, check this out.

I pulled up the security cam footage

from the union rep's apartment building.

There's Fournier's Bronco
a couple apartments down.

Then, there's this.

That's Klitschko's Mustang.

Fournier swapped cars.
I'll put out a BOLO.

- How we looking?
- Klitschko's sedated,

heading to surgery.

It'll be a while
before we can talk to him.

Which means we're no closer to
figuring out Fournier's next target.

If Fournier's on a rampage,

is it strange he didn't try
to kill Klitschko?

He must've given up something useful.

Or someone.

Dr. Wendy.

Hondo.

I read through your file on Fournier.

You were thorough. I owe you an apology

for how I came at you earlier.

You're trying to stop a cop killer.

Everyone's on edge. I get it.

Especially me.

And I should've known that.

I keep beating myself up,

thinking about what
I could've done differently.

No, no, no. Don't do that.

I run that same loop in my head
almost every day on this job.

You got to trust your instincts,

make sure you come from the right place.

There was something in your notes

on Fournier,
something you wanted to ask him

but you never did.

You wanted him to explain
the real reason he became a cop.

Yeah, I had a hunch about that. I...

I didn't think he even really
wanted to wear the badge,

not deep down.

I knew guys in the military like that.

They tended to overcompensate
for a life they couldn't handle.

Or didn't want.

Not everyone's meant to serve.

When you take an oath to defend,
to protect people,

lives depend on you.

- That's something you can't walk back.
- Hmm.

Hondo, wait. It's him.

It's Fournier.

They fired me, Dr. Wendy.

I heard, Claude.

I am so sorry.

Miko, trace this call. It's Fournier.

He didn't hide his number?
I think he wants us to find him.

It shouldn't have come to this.

Now they made me a monster.

Wait for it.

There.

Parking structure in Sylmar.

All right, have Patrol
block it off, set a perimeter.

- Copy you.
- Claude, are you there?

I gave the department everything.

After all this, today is on them.

Claude, listen.
This has gone long enough.

No one else needs to get hurt.

No one wants me alive.

I do.

I know this isn't you.
I can vouch for that.

They're tracing this, aren't they?

Yes. They need to find you.
The shootings have to stop.

Get everyone to gear up. We're
rolling in the Chargers, ASAP.

On it.

But it doesn't have to end
the way you think.

Let me help you.

Claude?

- Are you there? Claude?
- All right.

I'll turn myself in,

but only to you.

- No. No way. No.
- Hondo, you know what he wants.

He doesn't have to die today,
not if I'm there.

Powell, get Dr. Wendy

behind the perimeter, stay with her.

- The rest of you, on me.
- Claude,

we're all here now.
I'm gonna talk you through this,

okay?

My family won't ever forgive me.

When the officers get there,

just follow their instructions.

I never wanted any of this,
you know that.

Of course.

And we'll have plenty of time
to talk about it, okay?

Hey, Claude, talk to me.

24-David. Fournier just hung up.

We lost comms with him.

Why would he drop off now?

Could be he means to harm himself.

Hey, Claude, this is Sergeant
Harrelson. We need to talk, man.

Claude, can you hear me?

Deacon, Tan, go deeper.

Tan, can you get a thermal reading?

No.

I need to get closer.

Damn it, Claude, pick up.

Come on.

Get down. Get down.

Who's got a visual?

It's coming
from the southwest stairwell.

Deacon, Tan, stay with the Mustang.

Miko, move.

Powell, secure Dr. Wendy

and block the southwest stairwell exit.

Roger that. Flying in. Move.

Get in passenger seat.

Stay down.

What the hell is that?

It's our shooter.

It's flares and ammo.

Heat set it off.

20-David. There is no shooter

in the stairwell. It's a diversion.

30-David. Moving on the Mustang. Go.

Hondo, the Mustang's empty.
Fournier isn't here.

Hello, Dr. Wendy.

Claude.

You know where we are, don't you?

De La Costa.

Beginning of the end.

Claude, it doesn't have to end this way.

Yeah, but it will.

And you get to be a part of it.

Bedrosian. You know I trained her?

I'm why she made it through as a rookie.

And Rivera...

Backstabber.

He wasn't even there
when I called the shooter in

to Olenchalk.

Did Rivera deserve to die?

God put him on the street
with Bedrosian this morning,

not me.

God doesn't work that way, Claude.

You're shifting blame again.

As you did with your supervisor,

and with Nelson Phillips.

- Phillips singled me out!
- I know.

But then you attacked your union rep.

Wasn't he loyal?

If you call keeping
the truth from me loyal.

What did he keep from you?

His notes about you.

I read them.

What did they say?

In the end, he knew the department

would use your words against me.

You knew that, too.

You're the reason I was fired.

It wasn't supposed to be like that.

You knew they would track
the patrol car, didn't you?

Took them long enough.

I'm gonna try and make contact.

Claude, this is Sergeant
Harrelson with the LAPD.

I need you to let Dr. Wendy go!

Dr. Wendy did nothing

Wrong man!

Wait, what is that?

That echo?

Show me your hands.

Now!

Put him on speaker.

Welcome to the chat, Sergeant.

Claude, I know what
you want, but listen to me.

You got a lot of people angry,

and there's more
attention coming our way.

Claude, right now,
I can control this narrative.

But as more cops show up,
we're gonna lose that objective.

- So shoot me.
- If that happens,

what they say about you will be true.

You calling me a coward?!

Not at all.

You let Dr. Wendy go, and you and me

can have some real talk.

Real talk about what?

How you never wanted to be a cop.

Everybody steady.

Claude, in your heart
of hearts, this was never

the job for you, man, and you know that.

You didn't want to let your family down.

You should've never been at that school.

Let her go, Claude.

Claude?

I-I wrote what I wrote
in my final assessment

to keep you safe,

to keep you from making
the same mistake again,

God forbid, in the event something
like that should ever happen...

I didn't think you could survive it.

I asked them to protect you.

They promised.

So I signed it.

Moving.

Step out of the vehicle, keep
your hands above your head.

Walk backwards towards my voice.

Turn and face the vehicle.

Dr. Wendy, you can step out now.

20-David.

We're Code 4.

Suspect in custody.

Hostage is unharmed.

Um,

just-just leave them on the table.

I'll-I'll be home soon.

Unbelievable!

Hey. You all right?

You're not gonna believe this.

You know Heather,

- the-the woman with the fake break-in?
- Yeah.

She dropped roses off at my house.

Roses?

Well, how did she get your address?

I have no clue.

But Annie was home.

She thought the flowers were for her.

But the card was to me.

Thanking me for everything
I've done for her.

Deac, this is way past weird.

Shut it down.

Seriously.

I'd even consider getting
a restraining order.

The last thing you want to do
is make it worse.

Wait, me make it worse?

She's the one who's crossed
the line here, Powell.

A hundred percent.

She's only gonna go further

across that line without the order.

Trust me, I've been there.

I'm glad to hear
Bedrosian's gonna make it.

And Union Rep Klitschko.

Sorry about Rivera and Olenchalk.

The funerals, the families,

it's never easy.

I'm sorry about what
happened to you today.

- I really am.
- Well...

fortunately, therapists have therapists.

We all need someone to talk to
from time to time, right?

Yes, we do.

Mm.

And that's the inside of the unit?

Yeah, my boy with the FBI said

they confiscated over 200
phones, and a wall of servers.

All this for a Medicare scam.

- Granny Vika was getting paid.
- Yeah, she was.

Uh, not a grow-op, but you
helped stop a big-time scammer.

Mm, and now you can make coffee for me

in the morning without,
you know, a power outage.

Oh, does that mean you're
spending the night again?

- I think you'd like me to.
- Yeah.

I would, while we still can.

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, it turns out Vika is
my landlord's mother.

When the rest of her family finds out

I'm the reason she was arrested...

You're gonna need another place to live.

Yeah, unfortunately.

Okay, well, I'll just have
to help you find a new one.

Or we could find a place together.

Mm-hmm, we could do that.

Yeah, let's do it.

David, hey.

I don't know what game you're playing,

or what the hell you think you're doing,

but let's get this straight right here,

and right now.

- Wait, what?
- You stay

away from my family.

- Is everything okay with Annie?
- You don't even say her name.

Get this through your head.

I have no romantic feelings
for you whatsoever.

Do you understand?

Then why are you here?

Why am I here?!

This could've been a phone call, David.

But you're here.

You wanted to see me, come on.

Are you kidding me?

You came to my emotional rescue
this morning.

You invited me to your place of work.

And now here you are,

at night on my doorstep.

Well?

Don't come near me

ever again.

Or what?