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Your timing is incredible.

Remember when I thought this
job would be cool and sexy?

- Having second thoughts?
- Not really.

Two days ago, we landed
on an aircraft carrier

in the high seas.

But today is not that day.

How are you?
- Good.

Just waking up after
a blissful night of sleep,

uninterrupted by your snoring.

Uh, I am not the one who snores.

Oh, yeah.
That's right.

So no aircraft carriers today?
- No.

Today is back-to-back meetings

about the technical
specifications

for the next-gen
tactical triage kits,

down to the width
of the backpack straps

and the tensile strength
of the zippers.

Very funny.

Call me later?
- I sure will.

It's a date.
Love you.

Love you too.

You don't have clearance
to be here.

- Carl likes me.
- Carl's gonna be writing

parking tickets in hell
after this.

Be mad at me.
Don't take it out on Carl.

You don't get to tell me
how to process this, Luna.

You have the hots
for another guy.

- That is reductionist.
- What is that, an SAT word?

We have been married 20 years.

You cannot tell me
that in all that time,

your eye never wandered.

Not in a way that will result
in you moving into a hotel.

LA is full of pretty girls,
but none of them are you, Luna.

I'm trying
to figure out what to do.

Quit your job.
Never see him again.

Say you're sorry.
I got more if you need them.

I am sorry.

But it's not that simple.

And I will not quit this job.

Then I don't know
what there is to talk about.

All right, let's get started.

So here's what I have to report
from the overnight watch...

nothing.

Here's what I have to report
from the brass...

nothing.

And here's what I have to
report about today's forecast...

nothing.

I'm sorry, if that's the case,

then why are we still
having roll call?

Because the nothingness
of it is alarming.

Yeah, saying things
are too quiet is a cliché,

but like most clichés, there's
a little bit of truth to it.

Jen's right. The odds
of getting no instructions

from up the food chain,

no activity from overnight
that requires follow-up,

and nothing actionable
in today's forecast

feels abnormal,
and we hate abnormal.

This is all I have
for you today.

Keep your heads on
a damn swivel, and stay safe.

That's it.

So y'all are
a superstitious lot.

Except for Nolan.

Is that a problem?
- No, ma'am.

My mama always taught me,
beware of the whistling woman.

I don't know what that means.

- Oh, it means...
- And I don't care.

Go set up the shop.

Yes, ma'am.

- How's training going?
- It's going.

Well, not to speak out of turn,

but Miles is good people,
you know?

He really cares.
- That's nice.

Listen, his issues aren't
character-based.

They're about confidence.

He needs to stop performing it
and start living it.

- Thank you.
- There he is.

Thank you.

- Hey.
- Sorry to just drop by.

- Shouldn't you be in school?
- School is a state of mind.

Today I want to go
to the school of John Nolan.

It's a professional
development day.

Can I go on a ride-along?

Because you're thinking
of becoming a police officer?

That, and I'm making
a short film,

and I need some
dynamic police footage.

Ah. Because you saved
my life, I'm gonna say yes.

But I'm gonna warn you, patrol
work can be unpredictable.

Honestly, we could be
watching grass grow

at the edge
of a crime scene all day.

Or you could be involved
in an epic car chase

throughout the streets
of Los Angeles

with a gritty
"French Connection" vibe,

hopefully at or near sunset
or something equally cinematic.

Careful what you wish for, Dash.

Where's the fun in that?

- You take this.
- Yep.

It's heavy.

Yep.

- Off we go.
- Yep.

It's gonna go great.

By all accounts,

Ryan Dearbourne
has turned his life around.

He's on the right medications,
and he's been clear

and consistent
about what Glasser did to him.

He's a Hail Mary,
and we both know it.

The guy was arrested, hiding
under the floors of his RV.

He confessed
to Glasser's murders,

and he knew details
only the killer could know.

Because Glasser
groomed him inside Westview.

Yeah, but at the end
of the day, it's still going

to come down to whether
the jury believes a man

who has struggled
with severe mental illness

over a family man,
a model citizen.

They'll believe because
you'll make them believe.

That's sweet, but I do not
have the upper hand here.

Sorry to interrupt.

I just wanted to tell you both
good morning.

- Someone's in high spirits.
- Are you not?

I guess I'm just
a morning person.

Or maybe I'm anticipating
your latest star witness

being another dud.
- Hmm.

I just really love watching
somebody else's train wreck.

Well, see you in there.

Have I mentioned
I don't care for him?

He's a shark
who smells blood in the water.

Can't fault him
for being a little smug.

Sure I can.

Hmm. How do I look?

Like a winner.

Hey.
How are you?

"Fine" is the only
answer I have time for.

Wondering if you can do me
a bit of an odd favor.

Anything to get me
away from these zippers.

Great. Are you alone?

Uh, yes.

Are you gonna ask me
to do something classified?

No. Literally, I'm gonna ask
you to knock on a door

and see who opens it.

Remember the criminal Nolan
and Garza flew back from Vegas?

Everett, right?

The military contractor who
forced the aircraft to crash

and escaped?

Well, briefly escaped.
But, yes.

Something's come up
as we've been digging deeper

into his criminal operation...

an unexplained connection
inside the Pentagon.

Literally, it's an office number

that we can't get clarity on

without making it known
that we're interested.

And you want me
to wander down the hall

and see who's in it?

Obviously, act like
it's the wrong office

if someone opens the door.

Okay, I'll do that
after my next meeting.

What is the, uh, office number?

Lucy.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Uh, do you need me to leave?

No. Actually, maybe.

Look, I just... I really do have
a bad feeling about today.

Tim Bradford listening
to his feelings?

It's almost spiritual.

- Hmm.
- Oh, God forbid.

Look, there is nothing spiritual

about the intuition a cop earns
from years on the job,

or a soldier in the battlefield.

When you've been
in enough dangerous situations,

you know when things feel off.

I completely agree.

You can argue it's experience
over spirituality,

but, I mean, a bad feeling is
a bad feeling.

- Why do I even bother?
- You know why.

Yeah, I do.

Look, I just think maybe
I should ride with you today.

Put Juarez in a solo car.
- What? No.

You have a bunch
of Watch Commander meetings

that you can't miss.

We'll be fine.
- We'll be better than fine.

- Yeah.
- Okay.

I am not in your movie.

Right, sorry.

It's just you have a jawline
that screams "leading man."

Uh-huh.

So what time do things
usually get crazy?

I feel like most criminals
sleep in.

Well, every day is different,

but most of the people we deal
with are not career criminals.

They're just ordinary citizens
who make a bad choice

in a high-stress situation.

Kind of sounds
like my mom's dating history,

although she got better
after she divorced my dad.

Now they're all just losers,

not podcast ads
for toxic masculinity.

Oh, I'm sorry.
That can't be easy.

It's fine.
Sarcasm heals most wounds.

Just want her to be happy,
you know?

7-Lincoln-15, are you
available for a wellness check

out at the old
Westview Hospital facility?

Oh, that sounds boring.
Maybe pass on that. Okay.

I thought Westview
shut down last year.

It did. They've had a
remediation crew working there

for the last six months to
make it safe for demolition.

According to the supervisor,

they haven't had contact
with the crew since yesterday.

They sent another truck
this morning

and haven't heard back
from them either.

This is 7-Adam-11.

Radio and cell traffic at that
site are spotty on a good day.

It was a real issue for us

during the Glasser
investigation.

I can go check it out.

No reason for you
to go back there.

You heard Bradford.

We are being
extra vigilant today.

It's a huge campus.

It's better for two units
to respond.

All right.
I'll see you there.

Hey, you know we don't have
to respond.

There's zero judgment
from this seat.

I appreciate that you think
I care about your judgment

of me.

I was trying to be nice.

And yet that is the one thing

that I am not evaluating you on.

You got something else to say?
- No, ma'am.

Oh, so now you're lying to me.

No, ma'am.

It's just,
when you're in the mood,

you can start a fight
in an empty house.

What is this place?

What remains
of the Westview Hospital.

Back in the 1940s and '50s,
it housed hundreds of patients,

many of them stricken
with polio.

That's not even to mention the
massive mental-hospital complex

that was recently condemned.

- Is it haunted?
- No.

Is that, like, a hard no?

Or is that, like,

a "I don't believe
in that sort of thing, so..."

Okay, look,
I'm not apologizing, per se,

but I could have been

a little more
generous of spirit.

I just...

being back in uniform
and now back here,

I'm not my best self right now.

Thanks.

That means a lot.

You're welcome.

Now let's find these people
and get out of here

before something bad happens.

Is that a dead body?

Control, we got a DB.

Control, this is 7-Lincoln-15.
Do you copy?

Check your phone.

- No service.
- Right. Stay in the car.

- But this is the perfect...
- Stay in the car.

Okay.

See anybody else
on your drive in?

No.
It's a ghost town.

According to dispatch,
the original crew is 20 people.

This could be the guy
they sent in to check on them.

I think they sent more than him.

The passenger doors
are wide open.

- Your cell and radio out too?
- Yeah.

Is that Drone Kid in your car?

Yeah, Dash. He wanted to go
on a ride-along.

And you chose today?

You're in uniform?
I thought you were a detective.

- Story for another time.
- Stay in the car.

What happened to him?

What the hell was that?

Take the kid and drop back
until we find a signal.

Call for backup.
We'll stay with the body.

- Right.
- We... we will?

I mean, yeah, we will.

Look out!

Oh!

Easy, easy.

- What do we do?
- Oh, no, oh, no.

Oh! Oh! Oh, no! Oh!

Come on!

What do we do?
Do we shoot them?

Fall back!

Let's go!

Where's Dash?

Of course not.

Oh!

I-I got to go find him.

If I had to guess, these guys
got exposed to something

causing some kind
of acute neurotoxicity,

turning them
into homicidal maniacs.

Which makes them victims,

no matter their current
psychological state.

That's all well and good,
but are you saying

we let them kill us if we end
up in a fight for our lives?

No, no, just that lethal force

cannot be our first option.

Right now, we have
two priorities...

find and protect the kid
and get a call out for backup.

All right, I'm going after Dash.

We should split up.

Increase the odds of one of us
finding a cell or radio signal.

You know in scary movies,

splitting up is what gets
everyone killed.

Yes, but they are not us.

Unless you're trying to tell me

you can't handle a solo mission.

No, ma'am. I'm a cowboy.
I'm ready to go.

All right, let's get gone.

Oh.

Mr. Dearbourne.

Thanks for coming in.

- I wasn't sure what to wear.
- You look great.

This is Malcolm Walsh.
He represents Liam Glasser.

Oh, I didn't realize...

The law allows me to access
evidence prior to trial

in order to provide
an adequate defense,

which means I can participate
in your deposition.

Okay.
No problem.

But you're not gonna get mad
if I tell the truth

about your client, right?

I promise.

Only if you promise
not to get mad at me

for questioning that truth
with vigor.

- Deal.
- All right.

Do you recall
confessing to the murders

attributed to Liam Glasser?
- Yes.

I was at the police station.

And do you recall
why you confessed?

I was unmedicated at the time,

in the midst
of a mental breakdown.

A part of me believed that
I did those horrible things,

but now I know I didn't.

So why did a part of you believe

that you committed
those murders?

I was coerced into thinking
that I hurt people

during psychotic moments
when I lost time.

- Coerced by who?
- Liam Glasser.

Ah.

And was Mr. Glasser aware
of your psychotic episodes?

Hearsay.

The witness doesn't know
my client's thoughts.

Good point.

Did you tell Mr. Glasser
about your mental illness?

Yes.

He stocked the vending machines
at Westview.

He even knew
Sour Patch was my favorite.

So you two got to know
each other.

No.
He got to know me.

I told him how I'd lose track
of time,

the voices I sometimes hear,

the people I sometimes see
who aren't there.

Over the course
of the next two years,

he began to fill my head
with details of murders

he said I committed.
- Yeah.

Whenever I would waver,
he'd threaten me.

Are you saying that you made
a false confession

because he made you believe

that you committed those crimes,

or because you were afraid of
what he would do if you didn't?

A bit of both.

You have to understand,
the voices I hear,

the faces I see...

they can be scary.

But nothing terrified me
as much as Liam Glasser.

The look in his eyes
when he told me what he did,

as he described in minute detail

what it felt like
to carve a person up...

It made my own demons
pale in comparison.

We should take a break.

It's creepy in here.

We didn't have none of this
in Sugar Land.

Hello. Hello.

Can you hear me?

Oh, that is not okay.

Not today, playboy.

Hello?
Testing, testing.

Dispatch.

Come on, signal.

Oh, you got to be kidding me.

Oh, come on.

That was badass.

And I got it on camera.
- Here.

Sweet. Thanks.

Here, cuff him.

You okay?

I wish I'd stretched first,
but, uh, not bad.

From now on, try to stay
with the group.

Well, it wasn't exactly
on purpose, but...

I'll do my best.

Where's everybody else?
- Exactly.

Come on.
- Okay.

Come on, come on.

Oh, come on, come on.

Oh, thank God.

- Are you hurt?
- No, just terrified.

Were you in the truck that
came to check on the main crew?

Yeah, with Hank and Gayle.

But the crazies got him the
second he got out of the truck.

Just kept beating
and tearing at him.

I don't know
what happened to Gayle.

I started running.
But I'm safe now.

- Yeah, safe-ish.
- That's...

Thanks.
There's not many of us here.

And we can't get a signal out
to call for backup.

How is that safe at all?

Because when the LAPD
doesn't hear from us,

they will send more people.

I just have to keep
you safe until then.

I got him.

Let's get out of here.

This way!

Move.

Faster!
Faster, faster, faster!

- Can I help you?
- Oh, hi.

Yeah, I was looking
for a Colonel Radcliff.

I was told his office was here.

- No.
- Okay.

There's no name on the signage,
so who exactly are you?

Sorry. Um, I'm just looking
for a little help here.

Have you been
in the office long?

Maybe he used to be here?

I can't help you.

Okay, no problem.

7-Adam-300, I requested
a security check

on two units with no response,

7-Lincoln-15 and 7-Adam-11.

Last known was
at Westview Hospital campus.

Should I start another unit?

I mean, coverage is terrible
out there.

It's probably nothing.

- Yeah.
- You're worried.

No, but we're gonna go
take a look.

Control, show us responding.

What happened to them?

Something overloaded
their limbic systems,

forcing their bodies
to produce massive amounts

of stress chemistry...
cortisol, histamine, cytokines.

But they're wearing
hazmat suits.

Yeah, at the cleanup site,

where we've been remediating
the Project Ultra chemicals,

but I heard they just discovered

it wasn't the only area on
campus that was contaminated.

Where our crew was staging
was also compromised,

possibly with thallium
and iofetamine.

If they were exposed
to both of those

in high doses over time...

You manage to get a call out?

I got a brief signal next
door, but my phone got smashed.

- Where's Miles?
- I don't know.

I hope he got out.

Let's move.

Move.

Oh, jeez!

Go! I got your back!

- You manage to get a call out?
- No.

But by this point,
dispatch would have started

additional units
when we didn't check in, right?

Right?

Control, 7-Adam-300

arriving
at Westview Hospital campus.

No sign of responding units.

Who's missing?
I've been in meetings.

It's Harper, Miles, and Nolan.

Plus, he's got
a ride-along with him.

Repeat.
You're breaking up.

Oh.

Hold on.
We got movement.

- Did you see the blood?
- Yeah.

We're code 6 to investigate.
Something's going on here.

We got a dead body.

We need backup.

Hey, look out!

Stay right there, sir.
Just stay where you are.

Hey, sir?

Code alpha, Westview Hospital.

Repeat... all units, code alpha,
Westview Hospital.

Oh, God.

Aah!

Where's Lucy?

Lucy?

Here.

I'm over here.

Are you hurt?

Lucy.
- No. I...

He's... he's dead.
I couldn't... I...

- I know.
- Oh!

Officer Chen, I'm gonna have
to ask you a few questions,

and then we will get you
to the hospital, okay?

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

Did you fire any shots?

No.

Did you use deadly force
against anyone else?

Is there anyone
still outstanding?

No, it's... it's just him.

We got separated.

Stop. This isn't
a conversation, okay?

I have to do this by the book.

Because you used deadly force,
I'm gonna have to take

your duty belt
and any other weapons

you might have on you
and book them into evidence.

I wouldn't speak to anyone

until you've spoken to your
attorney and your union rep.

Do you understand?
- Yeah, yeah.

Oh, is... is Nolan and Harp...

Oh!

No, hey, they're banged up,
but they're fine.

Campus is secured.

We're code 4.
- Okay.

Now, I'm gonna put you
into an ambulance.

We'll get you to the hospital
so you can get checked out

before I take you
to the station,

where your clothes
will be bagged

and you'll be photographed
in front and back.

I know all of this.

But you've never been
through this before.

You're in shock.

Come on.

Hey, it's gonna be okay.

Okay.

I'm sorry.
It's gonna be okay.

I know. I know. It's late.
I'm finishing up now.

You're not in trouble.
It's crazy over here too.

There was some kind of riot
at Westview earlier.

Harper was involved,
but she's okay.

A riot? How could there be
a riot? It's closed.

I don't know. I don't have
all the facts yet.

Something to do with a cleanup
crew that got poisoned.

But that's not why I'm calling.

What could be more pressing
than that?

Dispatch alerted me
to a call that came in.

A caregiver from
Hillwood Supportive Housing

called 911 half an hour ago.

Ryan Dearbourne had an incident.

- What kind of incident?
- It's not clear.

His room was trashed.
There was blood.

He might have hurt himself
during some kind of episode.

And now he's missing.
- Angela.

- I know.
- He was doing so well.

His testimony was strong.

I mean, the deposition today
was the first time

that I felt hope since I learned

what Harper said to Glasser.

I know, but try not to panic.

We don't know what happened yet.

Look, whatever happened,
Malcolm Walsh will use it

to undermine Ryan's testimony
on the stand.

And I will be back
at square one on this case.

Wesley?

What's wrong?

Wesley.
- He's here.

Who?

Ryan?

Are you in danger?

I don't know what to do.

That's okay with me.
You don't have to do anything.

- Wesley, get out of there.
- Hey, Ryan, Ryan.

You're safe here, Ryan,
so why don't you put

the broken glass down?
- No, no, no.

I need every available unit
to the DA's office,

6th floor, code 3.

- I'm never safe.
- Okay.

They're in my head.

I thought they were gone,
but they're back!

They're back.
- Okay.

I-I can't imagine
how you feel, Ryan...

the nightmare
that you've gone through,

that you're still going through.

I need it to stop.

Okay.
I understand.

I-I want to help you.

Nobody can help me.

Nobody!

I know you must feel
that way right now.

And I know how exhausted
you must be.

But you deserve more than this.

You can have more than this.

You are more than this.

But I need you to put
that broken glass down

and let me help you, please.

Just put it down.

It's okay.

Hey, it's okay.
We're okay.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

Good, 'cause I'm gonna kill you.

Angela.

You don't try to reason
with someone

who's in the throes
of a psychotic episode.

And when your wife says,
get out of there,

you get out of there.
- I'll do better next time.

It's not funny.

I was scared.

Do they know
what happened to him?

Not fully.

Doctor said that Ryan's
pupils are massively dilated,

like he did a huge dose
of amphetamines,

which would induce psychosis
in a healthy patient.

For a schizophrenic, it's
like sending a-a wrecking ball

through their brain.
- That doesn't make sense.

He's in a managed-care
situation at the halfway house.

A nurse administers his meds.

They could have made a mistake.

And gave him speed?
No way.

Wesley.

You okay?
I came as soon as I heard.

I'm fine. Thanks.

It's tragic.
He was doing so well today.

Which wasn't good
for your client.

I don't know
why that's relevant right now.

- Sure, you do.
- Angela.

All I'm saying is that
Ryan Dearbourne's misfortune

is Liam Glasser's blessing.

If you're implying I had
something to do with this...

I'm not implying anything.
I'm putting you on notice.

I will find out exactly
what happened with Ryan.

And if you had anything
to do with it...

I didn't.

And I'd advise your wife
to be very careful

about making wild accusations
in these litigious times.

And I would advise you
that the quickest way

to end up in one of these beds
is to disrespect her.

Thanks for coming by.

Of course.

And, again,
I'm glad you're doing okay,

even if your case isn't.

- He did this.
- Maybe.

But he's not wrong.

We need ironclad evidence,
or he will sue us into poverty.

- If it exists, I will find it.
- I have no doubt.

So what exactly happened
at Westview?

Zombies, apparently.

Oh.

Thank you very much.

Well, I hope you were
satisfied with your ride-along.

No offense, but I can't exactly

give you five stars.
- That's fair.

You sure you don't want me
to call your mom?

And spoil the look on her face

when I show her this footage?

Listen, what you
went through today

could haunt you for a bit.

I'm happy to recommend a trauma
therapist if you need one.

I appreciate that.

And, hey, thanks for putting
my life in jeopardy

and then immediately saving it.
- I guess that makes us even.

- Totally.
- I'll check on you tomorrow.

Looking forward to it.

And, hey, man,
I'm telling you, jawline.

Detective Harper said
that I proved myself today.

- Really?
- I did not.

I said that he
did not embarrass himself.

Ah, well, it was almost six
months before she told me that.

You, um, heard about Lucy?
- Yeah.

Lopez said she saw her
at the hospital.

Said she's still
pretty out of it.

She's on her way here.

She's gonna need her union rep
to look out for her.

- I'll have her back.
- Everyone all right?

In the most basic sense, yes.

Although I am officially over

this whole "back in uniform"
thing.

I will push IA
first thing in the morning

to end it.

Given your heroics today,
it should be an easy call.

Does that mean I'll be able
to go back to short sleeves?

We'll see.

Your wife is calling me.
I asked her to do me a thing.

No need to tell her
about my day.

I don't want to worry her.
- No problem.

Go get cleaned up.
Chen should be here in 20.

Right.

Hey.
What'd you find out?

Honestly, I don't know.

The office has
no occupants listed.

A very unfriendly woman
answered the door,

which set off my Spidey sense.

I couldn't get a name,
but I did see

a Special Operations tattoo
with the phrase Ego inimicus.

It's Latin
for "I am the enemy."

I made a drawing.
I'll send it to you.

- Great. I owe you.
- No, you don't.

I hope things are okay
with Luna.

Yeah, thanks.

Okay. Bye.

Nolan.

I'm sorry.
Did you say something?

I did.

But it's okay.
We can go over it again later.

- Time is doing funny things.
- I know.

It did that for me too.

It'll get better
when you get some sleep.

Is there something I need
to do right now?

IA is on the way.

The public information officer

will need to put out
a statement.

If there's anyone you wanna call

before this hits the news,
now's the time.

My parents, I guess.

I don't want to deal
with their judgment right now.

I just...
- I can call 'em for you.

Thank you.

Wait, John, um,
do you know his name?

I...

I don't know his name.

It's Martin.

His name was Martin.

Tea's ready.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

You ready for bed?

- Yeah.
- Come on.

No.

I think I'm just gonna
stay up for a little bit.

All right.

You know, listen,
Celina's right.

It's gonna be okay.

I know.

I'll be in in a bit.

All right.

Damn it.