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Previously on "The Rookie"...

- This is my sister, Genny. - I'm so grateful you're

willing to help out with Dad's house.

- You know Keith Graham? - Yeah, sure.

He revealed that he has recurring

intimate dreams about Angela.

- What are you doing? - Oh, baby, I couldn't wait.

I quit my job. I'm moving to Los Angeles.

I'm the man hunting your ex-husband.

Malvado.

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

Jason is still in LA.

- I left my jacket. - I'll grab it.

Oh, Bailey.

What did you do?

That's not something you see every day.

It's illegal.

And romantic as all get out.

Son, I need you to stop what you're doing right now.

Don't hassle me, man.

I got to control the drip.

Hey, right now.

Oh, come on.

Don't be like that.

This is art, and an expression of my deep and abiding love.

It's vandalism.

Come on, turn around.

Hands behind your back.

Can... can you just hit pause until my girl passes?

She takes this road to work every morning.

See, there she is.

Would you film this for me with my phone?

It's in my pocket.

For Instagram? Please?

Are you blind?

I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.

Stop right there!

Move your car!

What the hell are you doing?

What does it look like I'm doing?

I'm proposing.

What, you never heard of a ring?

I'll get you a ring next payday.

Okay.

Then next payday you can ask me again.

There's your answer. Let's go.

Okay. All right.

All right.

I'll marry you, you nut.

- I love you. - I love you, baby.

I'm the happiest man in the world!

Hey.

I thought you were taking the day off.

I've been hurt enough in life to know

that sometimes walking it off really is the best advice.

You didn't pull a hamstring.

You got hit by a car, which later crashed with you in it.

Who's the EMT here?

I'll be fine.

Don't forget to bring your suit to the station.

My what?

Your blue suit for the charity gala.

I'm meeting you there after work, remember?

Right.

Should we do presents now or later at the hotel?

Presents?

It's Valentine's Day.

Our first one together as a married couple.

Of course. No, uh, after.

I still have to wrap mine.

Okay.

Well, I got to go.

I love you.

Love you.

Happy Valentine's Day.

Not sure why you and I should care, since we're both single.

Because it's the perfect day to turn the page.

I'm ready to get out there and start dating again,

and I need your help.

Okay.

So these baked goods come with strings attached.

I like to think you'd help your baby sister,

even without the sugar and carb-a-licious bribe.

Hmm.

I'll be the judge of that.

Okay, that charity gala tonight...

I want to be your plus one.

No, you don't.

It's being organized by my boss's wife.

It's a work event.

Yes, but for me, your work event means

a bevy of cute single cops in attendance.

Come on.

Be my wingman.

Yeah, okay.

But I want to be home, in bed, and asleep by 11:00.

No problem, party animal.

Valentine's Day.

For most of the world, it means chocolate and greeting cards.

For us, it equals an uptick in shoplifting,

DUIs, and domestic violence.

Which brings me to an idea the captain has proposed.

Turn in your ex day?

Yes.

It's where our fine citizens are encouraged

to snitch on the one that broke their heart for a cash reward.

Waste our time running down false leads brought

to us by vengeful dumpees?

That's correct.

And because Officer Chen's rookie is out sick

and yours has legal training, you two will take point.

Yes, sir. Happy to do it.

Good.

It's nice to see someone with a positive attitude.

Luna.

Hi.

I just want to thank everyone for supporting

tonight's Children of the Fallen charity gala.

As a reminder, the hotel that is hosting us

is offering a deep discount on rooms,

if you want to turn this evening into a staycation.

- Okay. - Yes.

Let's hit the streets.

Be safe out there.

Happy to do it.

#GrumpyCop says what?

I'm never gonna live this down, am I?

Not if I can help it.

Did you book a room for tonight at the hotel?

Yeah, I got one.

Yeah, we're all squared away.

Oh. You don't seem too excited.

No, I am.

We got a view of the city.

Okay. So does your house.

Thank you for helping us get set up.

Of course, ma'am.

Whew.

- Are you okay? - Oh, yeah.

I just, uh, got a little tweak in my back.

I must have slept wrong.

Bad enough you're sleeping in your car.

Now you've got your girlfriend crammed in there, too?

Actually, Ms. Luna was kind enough

to get us that special hotel rate for a full week.

But I've been sleeping in my car for so long,

my back doesn't remember what a bed feels like.

Well, are you... are you...

are you looking for an apartment?

That's number one on Camilla's agenda.

Sure is.

Here are those search warrant receipts.

Appreciate it.

Anytime.

Oh, and I struck out on my plus one for tonight

so I got an extra ticket, if either of you wants it.

I am covered, thanks.

James and I are doing a proper date night tonight.

We got a sitter and booked a room.

Girl, same.

But I'll take it off your hands.

Cool. Thanks.

See you later.

Watch me get into trouble.

Hey, babe. What's up?

You know how you hate it when I play

matchmaker for our friends?

Well, only because something inevitably goes sideways,

and then we get blamed for it

and they're not our friends anymore.

Well, I'm thinking of fixing up Keith Graham.

Uh, 'kay.

What's... what's the plan?

Well, I invite Gretchen to the gala tonight.

She's newly single.

I introduce them and see if they hit it off.

- Terrible idea? - Are you kidding?

That's a great idea. I'm all for it.

- You are? - 100%.

Just let me know if I can help in any way.

Um, okay. Bye.

Bye.

He shot you down?

No, he's all in.

Which is really not like him.

Maybe he was touched by the spirit of Saint Valentine.

Everything was perfect, but then he started to change.

He cut his hair, lost weight, started acting secretive.

He stopped sharing his phone location.

Yeah, look, there's nothing illegal about that.

I found women's jewelry in his desk drawer.

I think it was a trophy.

So you think that your ex-boyfriend

is a... is a serial killer?

100%.

And you really can't think of another reason

he might hide things from you?

All I know is, after he left,

they found those bodies in the Sepulveda Basin.

I think he's that killer you're looking for.

Okay, um, ma'am, based off of the evidence

that you've described here, I think it's more likely that...

Your ex-boyfriend was cheating on you.

- What? - Yeah.

Sir.

Ma'am, your ex-boyfriend is not a serial killer.

He's a gaslighter.

You're better off without him.

Take care.

Was that so hard?

Pure agony.

I hear we're getting rain next week,

but I guess we need the water.

I live on a hillside.

All rain means to me is flooding.

Huh?

Remember Scott Wickham?

No.

His dog found that... that leg and helped

- us solve the NoHo Doe case. - Yes.

Yeah. You went on a date with him.

Well, I mean, yeah, several.

And I thought things were going well, but he ghosted me.

Oh. Is that him texting you right now?

Yeah. He's "checking in."

But that's kind of weird, right?

Why check in on Valentine's Day?

Because that is, as the kids like to say,

a low-key booty call.

Should I text him back?

I'll be real casual.

I'm good.

How are you?

Oh, he's already typing again.

7-Adam-15, 4-15 fight in progress.

Hotel Lucerne, room 702.

Control, show us responding Code-3.

Still typing.

- Juarez. - Yes.

Head... head in the game, sir. Yes, sir.

Sorry.

Police! Open up!

Please, we need help.

Calm down and I'll let you go.

Break it up. Break it up.

Come on. Easy.

He came in and got physical with Sally.

I'm just doing my job.

And you are her pimp?

Nah, dude, security.

I'm an independent contractor,

and this gentleman booked an hour

of my time and conversation.

Conversation?

Point being, nothing illegal happened here.

And he can have his money back if he just goes quietly.

Uh, he says his daughter is missing.

Wait, this is about Claudia?

- Hey. - You know her?

I mean, I hired her once to do makeup for a modeling job.

Yeah, but that was two months ago.

I haven't seen her since.

Do you know anyone who might have?

No.

I'm sorry, I...

it was a one-time thing.

Please, help me.

And when I told her the chili tasted funny,

she said it must be the cilantro.

But I don't think it was the cilantro

because I've had cilantro, and this tasted like soap.

Well, you know, for some people,

cilantro does taste like soap.

Maybe you've actually never tried it.

Look, just test the stuff.

I swear she tried to poison me.

That the chili?

No, that's what I threw up afterward.

We're done here.

I mean, thank you for coming by.

You know, you guys are super cute together.

Please tell me you're dating.

Someone deserves to be happy on Valentine's Day.

No, sir.

We're just coworkers.

Oh.

Then you want to go out with me?

You are literally holding a jar of your own vomit.

I will pass, thank you.

You got the warrant for Claudia Hernandez's phone?

Yes, and it answers a few questions

while begging a whole lot more.

Most of her texts were deleted.

Those will take a minute to recover,

but we do have location info.

In the month before she disappeared,

she spent a lot of time at an apartment in Century City.

Most importantly, the day she disappeared,

she arrived at that building at 4:00 p.m.

and was still there when her phone was dead

at 2:00 in the morning.

No more GPS, no more calls or texts.

Any idea what apartment she was in?

No, and there was a couple hundred units.

If I were you, I'd start showing her picture around.

She looks familiar.

Well, what apartment was she visiting?

I can't tell you that. I'm sorry.

It's just they make us sign all kinds of forms

when we start here, NDAs...

All right, look.

This girl has been reported missing,

and we believe she's in danger.

You could be arrested for delaying

and obstructing a police officer.

Thank you.

So are you gentlemen licensed to carry here in Los Angeles?

Yes. We are security.

Security for who?

Anton Petrovich.

He lives in the penthouse?

Why all these questions?

You're right.

I'll save my questions for Mr. Petrovich.

In the meantime, I'm going to have to secure

your weapons temporarily.

You won't like the alternative.

What this is about?

Mr. Petrovich, I'm Officer Nolan.

This is Officer Juarez.

We're looking for this woman.

- I've never seen her before. - Noted.

Now please step aside.

We're gonna search the premises.

This is America.

You need a warrant for that.

Not when I have reasonable suspicion

that this woman is being trafficked

and that she's been to this apartment.

In America we call that exigent circumstances.

If you please.

Clear the couch.

Clear.

Have a seat, gentlemen.

Anyone else in the apartment?

No.

So you see, this girl you're looking for,

she's not here.

Who's this?

This is my daughter, Mila.

She was in town for a visit, but she flew home yesterday.

Her room's a mess, like she left in a hurry.

No, she's simply a slob,

and the maid hasn't been yet.

Well, I'm gonna need Mila's phone number.

It's possible she knows the girl we're looking for.

She doesn't, and I won't have you harassing her.

If you need anything else, you can reach out to my lawyer.

I will.

But if you really have nothing to hide,

you should have your daughter call me.

Anton Petrovich is a very dangerous man.

He was an enforcer in the GRU for a decade,

and he got rewarded with oil leases

that earned him tens of millions.

What about his daughter?

Mila is a rich kid cliché, at least on social media.

Private jets and designer everything.

I mean, she looks like a woman

who would hire a glam squad.

You know, maybe Claudia was doing her makeup.

And saw some kind of criminal activity inside the apartment.

And Petrovich caught her and made her disappear.

Mm.

Should I call Sebastian?

I promised I'd keep him posted.

Everything we've learned would only worry him more.

Better to wait till we have a more positive development.

Or a much worse one.

I say we call it.

It's been 15 minutes since anyone's come by.

Okay.

Oh, not so fast.

- Hi. - Hi.

I'm Brooke Saunders.

I'm here to turn in my ex, Matt Wallace.

He's a loser at love, but he's a top-notch fence.

Do tell.

He is moving something really big today,

and I'm going to help you guys catch him in the act.

Are you sure you want to do this?

'Cause you can't un-ring this bell.

Yeah.

Look, it's over between us.

I mean, he was such an ass to me this morning.

He didn't get me a Valentine's Day gift.

He got mad at me when I brought it up to him.

You know, I don't care how stressed out you are.

You don't put your drama on someone you love.

Matt the fence should be here any time.

Want to take bets on what he's moving?

I'm going with jewelry.

That's such a boring guess.

I heard of a case recently.

Suspects got caught moving $125,000 worth of stolen LEGOs.

People go crazy for those kits.

That's your final answer?

LEGO?

No.

I mean, obviously it's jewelry.

Hey, you going to that thing tonight?

Yeah.

Celina and I got a suite for Galentine's.

Um, but she is bringing that guy Scott now,

so who knows what's gonna happen.

Are you... are you going?

Yeah, I got tickets. I didn't get a room.

I mean, that's just an excuse to drink too much

and make an ass out of themselves

- in front of the bosses. - Right.

So you're, um... you're taking a date?

Yeah, I'm going with... blue van just pulled into the lot.

Wait, what?

You have it?

Safe and sound in back.

You got the cash?

Nice doing business with you.

Show us your hands!

Hands in the air now!

Let's go!

Oh, you'll want to go easy on that, boss.

That's not jewelry.

That's a tiger.

- What? - Yeah.

What kind?

Oh, my gosh.

Look, guy wants a giant cat, I get him a giant cat.

I don't ask questions. I just make dreams come true.

Yeah, you're a real saint.

The cat is going to a sanctuary,

and your client is going to jail.

So are you. Let's go.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold up.

How'd you guys find out about the exchange?

- We can't tell you that. - No.

Look, I was extra careful with this job.

I even changed the drop-off location this morning.

Only one other person knew.

Brooke?

Man.

I mean, we had a fight.

I said some stuff, but...

I was gonna apologize.

I was even going to buy her a big-ass Valentine's Day present

with all this tiger money.

I didn't know she was done with me.

Look, relationships are tough.

What am I gonna do without her?

You know, if you have any evidence

of criminality against her,

you might be able to reduce your sentence.

I do, but...

But what?

She already threw you to the lions.

Or tiger. Whatever.

You don't owe her anything.

Don't do it.

You don't have to do this.

Why not? She betrayed him.

- He should totally sell her out. - Really?

Yeah.

Or not.

Yeah, be the bigger person.

Show some kindness.

Even though you could be leaving

a criminal on the streets.

No, I love her too much to hurt her.

Lock me up.

Any update on Claudia Hernandez?

Well, the judge won't give us a warrant

for Anton Petrovich's phones without clear evidence

that Claudia was at his penthouse.

Right.

But given the man's criminal activity,

you know the FBI keeps tabs on him 24/7,

so I reached out to Special Agent Garza.

He agreed to put Claudia's name on the relevance document.

All right. Keep me posted.

Yes, sir.

It's so cool of you guys to invite me.

We should check out the auction items, though.

I'm determined to leave here with some kind of spa vacation.

Uh-huh. Yeah. Good idea.

Hey, you know what, though?

There's Detective Graham. Let's go say hi first.

Come on.

So, um, James tells me that you're a tutor?

Yes. That's how we met.

I kept coming by the community center

to pester him about an after-school study program.

Anita has been an amazing help.

Is that so?

Now I want to launch a summer reading group

- for the older kids. - Right.

Because that's just what every kid wants in the summer...

homework.

James, Nyla, this is my husband, Teddy.

- Hey. - Nice to meet you.

Well, if I am gonna be spending the next three hours

listening to people talk about sad orphans,

I'm gonna need myself an adult beverage.

- You know what I mean? - Mm-hmm.

All right. Well, I got you here.

What are my wingman responsibilities?

None.

I love you, but this is gonna go much better

if I'm flying solo.

Fine by me.

Genny?

Hi.

You look amazing.

So do you.

Doesn't she?

She always does.

Well, hi.

- I'm Celina. - Hi.

Yeah, this is Scott.

- Hey. Hi. How you doing? - Good.

Well, I'm gonna go hit on some hot cops.

- Mm. - You interested?

Oh. No, thank you.

I have learned my lesson about not dating people at work, so...

Okay, and that's my cue to go to the bar.

Yeah, we're gonna go check out the auction items.

Okay.

Yes.

Am I crazy or is there something

going on between those two?

Oh, no, you're not crazy.

I was surprised you texted me this morning

after you ghosted me last year.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

- I'm an idiot. - Hmm.

I fell hard for you, and it scared me, so I bailed.

But you deserved better,

and I would love the chance to try again.

I thought this was a booty call.

Oh, yeah.

I mean, I'm good with that too.

So I signed the lease on this great place in the hills,

and then the landlord says, "Oh, by the way,

it comes with a cat."

Oh, no.

I don't have to do anything with her.

She just hangs in the yard.

Cut to six months later...

Keith, does this cat live with you?

As soon as I let her inside she's like,

oh, yeah, this is cool.

I think I'll stay.

She hasn't left the house since.

Oh, that's so sweet.

People usually go for dogs,

but I read this article that said

men who prefer the feline personality tend

to be more loving and patient.

Well, that makes sense since cats are

feisty and independent, like us.

Wesley loves dogs.

They're man's best friend.

Look, I'm going to get a drink. Anybody want anything?

Yeah, I'll have another one. Thanks.

Thank you all for coming and for supporting

this wonderful charity.

Please take a look at the auction items

and bid generously.

Every penny goes to a very worthy cause.

You want another drink?

Please.

I'm going to ask the kitchen to make up a plate for Miles

and his girlfriend to take back up to their room.

I envy them.

Ooh.

Because I look forward to being alone with you

in the room later, all right?

After this amazing event, of course.

Nice save.

Hey. Sorry I'm late.

Turns out zipping up this dress was

a little more challenging than I thought.

Well, I told you, you should take it easy today.

I know, and you were right.

Are you happy?

Now, what are we gonna do first,

drool over auction items we can't afford

or binge on mini crab cakes?

Whatever you want.

Is everything okay?

- Sure, why? - I don't know.

You seem a little mad.

And you did this morning too.

I'm fine.

How about we go get some air?

Okay.

Spill it.

There's nothing to say.

No, you don't want to have this conversation here.

Okay.

Well, now I'm really worried.

What's going on with you?

No, it's not with me.

It's with you.

Where did you get this?

From your jacket, at the hospital.

Bailey, you're communicating with a hit man.

How could you?

Who's asking?

My husband or a cop?

Oh.

Hey!

The man who terrorized me for years

escaped from prison, intending to murder me,

so I sent a reckless text.

How could you not understand what was going through my head?

A reckless text?

That's criminal conspiracy.

Bailey, you could be arrested for that.

Not when the only evidence is in a thousand pieces.

How could you keep this from me?

I thought we agreed no more secrets.

Because I was afraid that you would judge me.

But I was hoping that you would still

have my back no matter what.

- Bailey... - No, I'm going home.

Alone.

I had the kitchen box up a little bit of everything.

Oh, you are too kind, Ms. Luna.

Camilla and I do appreciate it.

How is the hunt for a place to live going?

Oh, not well.

Everything is so expensive, and we ain't got no savings.

Honestly, I'm not sure what to do.

She sacrificed so much for me.

I... I hate the idea of failing her.

Well, you're not failing her.

You are building a life together, and that's hard.

I don't care how much money you got in the bank.

What?

I shouldn't say.

You can tell me.

It's just, we... we got together when I was gonna be

a millionaire running back.

And she stayed with me when I threw it all away, so I...

I owe her so much.

But you're not in love with her anymore.

That's hard.

But if that's how you really feel,

then what you owe her is the truth.

Hey, honey.

Oh, thank goodness.

I am starving.

Any new leads on the... on the job front?

Well, I think I can get a job at the local Sonic.

Well, being that the Sweetwater location would

give me high marks.

But the closest one is in Anaheim.

Is that nearby?

No, it... it isn't.

How do y'all live without Sonic?

God.

What?

No, nothing.

Let's eat.

Is something going on with Nolan and Bailey?

I don't know. Why?

Well, she left without him.

- There you go. - Thank you.

Don't do that.

Do what?

Don't look at me like that.

Would you prefer #GrumpyCop?

Oh, my God.

You're really good at that.

Years of experience.

Okay, this is the saddest Valentine's Day party ever.

No eligible men?

Oh, no, a ton.

Except as soon as they find out I'm Tim Bradford's sister,

they make an excuse and bail.

I think they're afraid of you.

So I called Rachel, and we're gonna get a drink.

Do you want to come?

Oh, wow, my sister and my two exes out on the town.

What could possibly go wrong?

No, I should pass.

I have an early shift.

And Celina and I got a Galentine's suite, so...

I think your Galentine's suite is about to become

a hookup suite pretty soon.

Oh, my God.

I'll see you later.

Bye.

Well, I am headed out.

If anyone needs a room tonight, they can have that one.

Well, okay, hold on.

Is everything okay?

Not really, no.

What's going on?

Celina, what's this about?

He went to the station for an update,

and someone told him we were all at a party.

Tell him Claudia is our priority.

Look, LAPD never closes.

I'll take him back to his hotel.

Okay, well, I should go with you.

No, no, no. My night's ruined already.

No sense in ruining yours.

Tell him I'll give him a ride.

Sure. Right this way.

So are we ready to call it?

Oh, more than ready.

Let's go up to our room and peel off these fancy clothes.

- Oh. - Yeah, about that...

I gave Graham our room key.

Well, he and Gretchen were hitting it off.

They wanted somewhere to hang out.

So you gave them my hotel bed?

They're single people who live alone.

They can go anywhere.

Uh, you wanted them to hook up.

I was simply being a good partner in crime.

He has got you there.

Mm-hmm.

Come on.

I don't want to go home.

I'm not finished with my drink, Anita.

I know, but you said you were...

Is there a problem here?

Ain't no problem.

Why don't you mind your damn business?

Oh, sir, you have had so much to drink.

You're in a room full of cops.

- So? - So bring it down a notch.

Why don't you bring it down a notch, huh?

Teddy!

- I don't... - Oh, my God!

Teddy, no!

Call dispatch.

And get a unit over here to take him in.

Oh, wow.

They can cite him on a 6-47-F when he's sobered up.

Anita, you better go straight home.

And when I call, you better answer.

I am so sorry.

He gets angry when he drinks.

- He doesn't mean it. - Okay.

Well, he just attacked a cop, so he's going to have

to sleep it off in custody.

You can pick him up in the morning.

Yeah.

Listen, we will walk you out. Come on.

- Thank you. - Mm-hmm.

- Are you all right? - Yeah.

- Yeah, I'll be fine. - Hold on.

You've got a cut on the back of your neck.

I'll send a first aid kit up to your room.

What's the number?

Uh, it's 503.

I'll come up and help you.

- I'll manage. - What? No.

It's on the back of your neck.

You can't even see it.

Okay.

Take your shirt off so I can see if the glass

cut you anywhere else.

Ooh.

You okay, tough guy?

- Yeah. - Okay.

All right, what's the prognosis?

Am I gonna live?

Unfortunately, yes.

- Thanks. - You're welcome.

We shouldn't.

I know.

I'm awake.

Right.

Of course you are.

Up at 5:00, like a rooster.

I remember.

So you want to talk now or order coffee first?

Do we need to talk?

I mean, this just feels like a classic case

of Valentine's Day ex-sex, right?

Yeah.

Yeah, totally.

Just a singular moment in time,

aided by alcohol and shirtless triage.

Right.

Yeah, and now it's in our rearview,

and we can go back to normal.

Great.

Great.

Okay, well, I am gonna finish getting ready

in my own room.

Hopefully Scott has already cleared out, so...

okay.

Uh, Lucy.

I'll see you at the station.

See you at the station.

That guest room is arctic.

Why has no one told me?

Bailey.

Bailey, we really need to talk.

I have nothing to add to what I said last night.

When you're ready to apologize,

I'll listen.

You know, the fact that you are mad at me

kind of blows my mind.

The fact that you are judging me

instead of empathizing is blowing mine.

Tech found Claudia's deleted texts last night,

and the ones with Anton Petrovich's daughter

are very enlightening.

Got to go.

I... I'm sorry.

Am I interrupting something?

Yeah, but go ahead.

Mila is basically a bird in a gilded cage.

She has no license, no friends, or any freedom at all.

She tried to run away back in 2020,

but when her father caught her, he had her committed

to a Russian insane asylum for ten months.

So Claudia saw how she was being treated

and tried to help her?

It's more than that.

They're in love.

Yeah, Claudia deleted her texts and turned off her phone,

because she and Mila were gonna run away,

but they were terrified Mila's father would come after them.

So it's possible Claudia is still alive.

- John Nolan. - Officer Nolan,

it's Brett, the doorman from yesterday.

Mr. Petrovich's guys just brought in

his daughter and the girl you were looking for.

They were all beat up.

7-Adam-100.

I need an RA for a male victim with a head injury.

What happened?

This guy came in yelling at me in Spanish about Claudia.

He hit me with a crowbar when I told him

I couldn't let him upstairs.

- Claudia's father. - How long ago?

Less than a minute.

Claudia!

Papa!

No!

Hey.

7-Adam-100.

Shots fired, two down. Code-4.

Send additional RAs.

Is he gonna be all right?

Yeah, it looks like a clean shot through and through.

Ambulance is on the way.

He's not going to get in trouble for this, is he?

No, no.

Given the circumstances, no.

They're getting married.

Oh.

It's like a happy ending, like a storybook.

Yeah, but in the storybooks there's a lot less blood.

Things all squared away at the hospital?

Uh, yep. Sebastian's surgery went well.

Claudia has barely left his side.

She feels guilty for texting him and asking him for help.

But he should be discharged

in a day or so.

How did the debrief go with Mila?

Well, the feds swooped in.

She told them where the figurative bodies were buried,

and a few literal ones.

By the time she was done, Garza could not quit smiling.

Mm.

He promised her she'd never have to worry

about her father again.

Do you need to get that?

No, it's... it's Scott.

I told him I'm working, but he won't quit texting me.

Oh. So your simple booty call

has turned complicated.

I might have to ghost the guy.

Speaking of ghosts...

How are things with my wife?

No.

The answer is, I have no idea.

Are you ready to go?

Almost.

So Graham and Gretchen really hit it off.

She's posted, like, nine pictures with him

from last night.

Why do you care so much?

You know, I don't.

He's figured it out.

Wait, figured what out?

That Graham has a crush on me.

Wait, what?

If you knew, why didn't you shut him down?

Because he does her scut work.

He's eager to please, so yes,

sometimes I use it to my advantage.

This morning he organized my search warrant receipts.

Mm. I wish I had a work husband.

Well, now he's with Gretchen and I've lost my helper,

so I can't go home until I've updated

my own case status reports.

Well, I'm going with "worth it."

Hey.

Hey, you know we don't have to check out till the morning.

Yeah, I know.

But, um...

I'm leaving tonight.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

What?

Come on, Miles.

I'm not stupid.

I've never seen you as serious about anything

as you are about this job.

Except you.

Including me.

Being a cop,

being out here in LA,

this is your dream, not mine.

And I could tell from the second

that I saw you at the station, I didn't fit in.

You're right.

Football came too easy.

I took it for granted.

I threw it all away 'cause I didn't respect it.

But this...

I didn't realize how important this job was

until I started it,

until I started working with people who cared

about it in such a way I didn't care about nothing

before in my life.

I just hate that I'm breaking your heart

after you sacrificed so much for me.

It wasn't a sacrifice.

But over the last six months, while you've been here,

I've been thinking a lot.

And I don't want to leave Texas,

leave my friends and my family for your dream.

I deserve my own.

Yes.

You do.

I do love you, Camilla.

I love you too, Miles.

I'm not sorry about last night.

Oh, me neither.

But it can never happen again.

I know.

For a million reasons.

I mean, I'm in your chain of command, for one.

Exactly.

Plus, I'm #GrumpyCop.

Yeah, that too.

Wasn't grumpy last night.

No, you definitely were not.

Hey, I'm gonna stay at the firehouse tonight.

Maybe longer.

I don't know.

For you not to understand why, and to judge me like that,

I just...

I don't know how we fix this.

Please fix this.

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