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So which one of these
is your first choice?

Whichever one I get into.

You mean you have no preference?

Honestly, I just grabbed
a handful of brochures

from the counselor's office.

I really didn't look at them.

Morning, sleepyhead.

- Morning.
- What's all this?

Bailey is helping me
with my college applications

before school.

Isn't it a little late
in the year to be applying?

Yeah.
I have analysis paralysis,

otherwise known as overthinking.

- Right.
- Plus a well-documented

procrastination disorder.

You know, like Elvis, Mozart,

and the "Game of Thrones" guy?

I also like to prioritize other,

more enjoyable interests.

Basically, I've been frozen
with fear about my future,

and now I find myself
up against it

with time almost run out.

When is it due?

- Midnight.
- Midnight tonight?

I also need letters
of recommendation.

Bailey already wrote me one,
but I was kind of hoping

that you would write me one,
too.

By tonight?

Uh, well, I mean, today's gonna
be a little bit hectic.

LAPD is transferring
Heath Everett

from Terminal Island
to the courthouse downtown.

That's the guy who

crashed the plane you were on
and then escaped.

Briefly escaped, yes.

And it's down to us to make
sure he doesn't do it again,

but I think we should
have him round-tripped

by late afternoon.

I can write you a letter then.

You are quite literally
the best.

After Bailey.

That goes without saying.

Wesley.

- I know.
- I mean, seriously?

Contractor promised
that the new offices

would be repainted by Friday.

Which... he also promised
last week.

But Del Monte and I are moving
in on Monday, no matter what.

- Hey.
Good morning.

You know, this is ridiculous.

When I said you could
keep the ring here,

I didn't expect you
to come visit it every day.

It's not every day.

Fine, but I...
I can't keep it at the house

and risk Lucy finding it.

Well, you can't
keep it here anymore

because Emmy found it
and stuck it up her nose.

- What?
- Don't worry, I cleaned it.

- OK, so...
- what do I do with it now?

How about give it to Lucy?

You do have a plan
for the proposal, right?

- I mean, I'm...
I'm cycling through options.

You know, I... I want the moment
to be perfect.

Given that the whole station
knows you're gonna propose,

you got a day, two tops,
before Lucy finds out.

Bomb squad just
finished clearing

all ingress and egress routes
to the courthouse.

And underground access points?

Blocked, searched, and guarded.

How did the
preemptive strikes go?

Metro executed them
early this morning.

We've got 20 of Everett's
known associates in custody.

Hey.

What do you think
prison feels like to a guy

whose whole life was luxury?

I mean, the bathroom
on Everett's yacht's

bigger than his prison cell.

Look, Everett did time
in the Army, OK?

He is not soft.

Plus, I will bet you anything
he does not believe

that he's gonna remain
in prison for long, so.

- Wow.
Lot of lawyers.

And yet,

this is just a fraction
of my legal dream team.

I'm adding new ones every day.

Like this guy.

What's your name?

Malcolm Walsh.

- Right.
Oh, right!

You're the guy who, uh...

you got the serial killer off,
right?

Alleged.

Yes, sir.
Liam Glasser.

I mean, come on.

That doesn't happen.

If I were you guys,

I would pack up my little tents
and just go.

You gotta be kidding me.

I watched you murder a man
in cold blood.

There isn't a legal team on the
planet that's gonna keep you

from spending the rest
of your life in prison...

That's not why we're here.

Today is solely about
your court appearance.

Mm.

In four hours,
you will be escorted

to the courthouse
for a preliminary hearing.

This will be a multi-agency
escort armed to the teeth

and prepared to vigorously deny

any attempts to free you
from custody.

And if anything does go wrong,

the DOJ will immediately
seek to transfer you

to a supermax prison while
the full weight of the DOJ

and the LAPD
will be brought down upon

your entire legal team
for collusion.

Now, I don't expect you
to give a crap about that,

but they sure will.

This is outrageous.

If you think you can intimidate
us with this dog and pony show,

you got another thing coming.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no.

You've mistaken this
conversation for a threat.

It is not a threat,
it is a promise.

Today will go smoothly

or lawyers will start
catching fists.

Oh.

Act accordingly.

See you later.

He's a smug bastard.

Yeah, but is it because
he's up to something

or because
he's just made of privilege?

So I would definitely
bet on the former.

I agree.

Tim, we're gonna go
alpha level on the escort.

- Understood.
I'll set it in motion.

- Everett?
- Yeah.

Day can't be over soon enough.

Have you ever written
a recommendation letter?

- Nope.
- Never?

Now, there are very few people

I recommend for anything,

and the beauty
of being Tim Bradford is,

people are too scared to ask.

Right.

Is that it?

Yeah.

Can I see?

She's gonna love it.

- You think?
- I do.

Just gonna put it loose
in your pocket like that?

Yeah, that box
is too cumbersome.

And to be honest,
I don't trust the locker room.

- Morning.
Big day, huh?

Every day is a big day
in the LAPD, Penn.

Good morning.

Uh, sorry to just drop by
unannounced.

I don't like that
you know where I live.

May I come in?

I have a business offer that
I think you might appreciate.

Close the door.

New offices will
be ready next week.

Exciting.

Listen.

It's no secret
that my profile has blown up

since I got Glasser off.

In fact, I've just taken on
Heath Everett as a client.

I'm handling the state charges.

- So you came here to brag?
- No.

To make amends.

Deep down,
I know that my success

is based in your misfortune.

And I'd like to try
to balance the scales.

Pass.

But thank you for your concern.

Sergeant Tim Bradford
is claiming that

Everett offered up $10 million
to help him escape.

Yeah, well, he tried
to corrupt the wrong man.

Tim is as straight an arrow
as it comes.

Still, there's no evidence
to support Bradford's account.

And given the scale of
the charges against my client,

attempted bribery
just seems petty.

Everett feels that
Bradford is acting like

a little bitch.

His words.

Well, I think Everett has
more to worry about

than the smallest item
on his charge sheet.

Oh, I don't disagree,
but he's a client.

He wants it dropped.

You are much better positioned
to persuade Bradford than I am.

Why would I say yes?

Lawyers need clients
and law offices aren't cheap.

Look, you and I both know that

Everett is made of money
and not afraid to spend it.

You will be paid handsomely,
regardless of outcome.

Hmm.

In exactly 12 hours,

I will be a graduate
of the FTO program.

I think.

What do you mean, "I think"?

Nobody else has brought it up.

Oh.

- Oh, what?
- Nothing.

- What? Celina, what?
- It's... it...

it's just Nolan spoke to me
about my graduation

multiple times through
the weeks leading up to it.

Well,
he hasn't said a word to me.

And according to my math, the
six-month extension ends today,

so why the radio silence?

It's been crazy around here
the last few weeks.

Maybe it just
fell through the cracks.

Or maybe he knows
I'm gonna fail out

so he's not wasting his time.

Uh, if Nolan wanted to bounce
you, he'd just bounce you.

Unless it's not Nolan
who's planning to bounce me.

- Penn, return your gear.
You're not going out today.

Juarez, you'll be riding with
Nolan in the escort convoy.

Why wouldn't I be going out?

Excuse me.

- Hey.
Uh, why are you grounding Penn?

Uh, I'm not.

I'm reassigning him to help you.

You're the one I'm grounding

by giving you
a temporary promotion.

Oh, so you're taking my
position in the escort convoy?

- What can I say?
Grey wants the Super Shop.

No, seriously,
this has nothing to do with

lack of faith in you.

It's just after
everything that happened

with Everett last time,

we can't risk the task force
being caught by surprise.

OK, I get it.

You're taking everyone capable
and leaving me with the scrubs.

There are no scrubs
in the LAPD, Sergeant Chen.

But I did reassign Penn
to help bolster your roster.

Got a second?

Nope.

Don't be grumpy.

I would talk fast.

So I've been hired
to be a part of, uh,

Everett's legal team.

Just a small part
focusing on the bribery charge.

OK, what about it?

Guy tried to bribe me,
he's being charged with it...

end of story.

Yeah, it's just that
there's no body cam footage

of the proffer,
so it's your word against his.

And Everett is facing

a dozen life sentences
on far more serious crimes.

I just figured we could take
this off everybody's plate.

There's no body cam

because he turned off my feed
when he tried to bribe me.

And I'm fine with this
on my plate,

but if you have too much
on your plate,

maybe you
shouldn't be representing

a literal war criminal.

OK, there's no need
to make this personal.

I'm just doing my job.

No, it is personal,
'cause you were hired

because we're friends
and that friendship just ended.

- Tim.
- No, you know what?

You're not even part
of the DA's office anymore,

so you don't have the
same privileges you once had

when we were
fighting the same fight.

So from here on out,
you're required to go sign in

and get a visitor's badge
like everyone else.

Now get the hell out of here.

Understood.

Oh, I have a quick question

because I didn't see it
in the file.

Did you fingerprint
your body cam?

Just so there's proof that it
was Everett that cut the feed.

Otherwise,
how's the jury gonna know

if this attempted bribe
was offered by him...

or solicited by you

and rejected?

I look forward to
answering all your questions

in deposition, counselor.

Mm-hmm.

OK.

Listen, I appreciate you
coming off the injured list

to help out today.

I was scheduled for return
next week anyway.

Itching to get back into
some sort of trouble.

Trouble?

Let's make sure
we don't find any today, OK?

Yes, sir.

I know I was skeptical,

but this mobile watch command
office is pretty damn sexy.

Guess it'll be yours
soon enough.

The task force ended.

I assume you want your job back.

Closing up the task force
is gonna take months.

After that, I'm not sure
what my next move is.

Unless you're asking me
to step in

while you're planning
the wedding.

In that case,
I'm happy to help out.

OK, does everyone in the
station know I'm gonna propose?

I heard from
three separate sources.

Great.

Which means you gotta
pop the question ASAP.

So what's the plan?

There is no plan.

Look, I don't want some big
Instagram-ready production.

I'll find the right moment
and I'll ask.

Tim, this is a story you're
gonna tell your grandchildren.

You can't wing it
and hope for the best.

How did you propose to Luna?

We were just kids
when we got together.

So I took her to the beach,
gave her a ring so small,

it could have came
from a Cracker Jack box.

- I've seen her ring.
It's huge.

A series of upgrades
over the years, my friend.

The point is,
it doesn't have to be flashy,

but it does
have to be thoughtful.

Well, she does love the beach.

The waves remind her how
we're all interconnected.

Sure.

And also, it's pretty at sunset.

All right,
you're almost to the bridge.

- Trouble?
- Maybe.

All units, possible bogey.

Get me eyes on that plate
and run out the RO.

All right, here we go.

Set a perimeter.

Protect the prisoner
at all costs.

Whoo!

Yep, yeah.

I... I can do that right now
for you, sir.

Yes, sir.
- Hey.

How did Everett escape?

He had half the cops
in the city escorting.

I am not sure on the details.

I think there was
a helicopter involved

and maybe a giant magnet.

A giant magnet?

Yeah. Look, I was planning
to stay here and supervise.

Um...
- Oh, look. No worries.

I've got this handled,
all right?

Good, because the captain
just asked me to figure out

how to coordinate
enough officers to process

a half-mile crime scene with
several hundred shell casings

without taking personnel
off of the Everett manhunt

or leaving the city unpatrolled.

Sounds like I'll be
more of use on the streets.

Nope. You can't be out there
without a TO.

And it is rapidly becoming

standing room only in here...
ugh.

Uh, OK, look, stay...
stay here.

Keep everything locked down.

Do not call me
unless there is a fire, OK?

Literally.
- Yes, ma'am.

- Yes, sir?
- Let's go.

- I can... jeez...
yeah.

- I didn't do nothing!
- Hey, man, calm down!

Ow!

Ow!

I got a puker.

Oh! Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Ugh.
- Little help here?

Oh, what happened
to this guy's drawers?

- This is how I found him.
- That's how you found him?

Yeah.

Oh!

I want all private
planes grounded

between here and Mexico

and put Border Patrol and TSA
on high alert, ASAP.

They found the chopper
and the van

at an empty construction site
in Sorrento Valley

and the two correction officers
were hogtied in the back.

Now according to them,

a dozen identical switch cars
came to meet them.

They're playing a shell game.

Yeah, it makes a BOLO
for the make and model useless.

My guess is they had
a second set of switch cars

waiting nearby.
- Yeah.

Hey, I'm gonna...

You all right?

Sorry, yeah.

I'll be right back.

Tim.

Ah!

- I... oh, God.
You good?

- Yeah.
- OK.

I just ordered
a mandatory emergency callback.

I couldn't see another way

to keep patrol running
with the search ongoing.

- Yeah, that's great.
- OK.

What are you doing?

I thought I dropped something
in the shop.

Something more important
than the international criminal

on the loose?

No, it's nothing.

I-I do have a few calls
that I have to make.

- Oh, OK, OK.
- OK.

- Any news?
- No, not yet.

Listen, I have a favor to ask

and it's a little bit delicate.

Of course.

OK, you know how
I put Lucy's engagement ring

in my pocket this morning?

Yeah, well, I...
I can't find it.

And you think you lost it here?

Well, I'm... I'm hoping.

It should be pretty
easy to spot.

It's... it's pretty shiny.

Yeah, so is the 12 pounds
of broken glass

scattered everywhere.

Oh, right.

OK, but, uh, if it's here,
I... I will find it.

Um, question, though.

Uh, technically,

if I find the ring
on the ground at a crime scene,

does that not make it,
then, evidence

that needs to be
bagged and tagged?

- I mean, I...
I'd say it's a gray area.

It's not really part
of the criminality

that had transpired,

but if it ends up
in that evidence locker,

it'll be there for months,
if not years.

- Right.
Uh, OK, how about this?

If I find...

when I find it,
I will document everything

with a whole bunch
of photographs.

That way,
if it becomes an issue later,

we are at least covered.

Perfect.

Listen, I...
I really appreciate this.

You got it.

Oh, um, can I bring Celina
in the fold?

That would make the search
a lot easier.

- Yeah. Yeah, of course.
Do what you gotta do.

Just let me know
the second you find it.

Will do.

- What's going on?
- Uh, funny story.

I can't help you.

Were I in any way complicit

with Mr. Everett's actions
this morning,

I'd be subject to disbarment
and criminal charges,

and I'm too smart for that.

If you're trying
to get me to violate

attorney-client privilege

by betraying
protected conversations,

well, I'm gonna need
a record of that.

This is Malcolm Walsh
informing Detective Lopez

and Agent Garza that I am now
recording this conversation.

That way,
when I file my lawsuit,

neither of them
would be able to walk away

with either their badge
or their pension.

Mutually assured destruction.

And what does that mean?

It means that
I've been chatting with the FBI

about the Ryan Dearborn
incident.

I already told you.

I had nothing to do
with his breakdown.

He's a very sick man.

Who I believe was made sicker
by you,

the same way I believed
you leaked information

about Glasser's killings
to Harrison Novak

so he could falsely confess
those crimes.

And now that Detective Lopez

has brought these
very serious allegations

to the Bureau's attention,
I have a duty to investigate,

and I promise you that
I will use every resource

at my disposal and the disposal
of the Justice Department

to get to the truth, and ooh,
will that be so very public.

Which will knock you right
back down to the minor leagues

of defense lawyers.

Or...

you could help us find Everett.

I deny wholeheartedly

that there's any truth to
the detective's allegations.

Demetrius.

Who's that?

After this morning's meeting
at the prison,

I heard Mr. Everett's
lead counsel reference the name

on a phone call, specifically

whether Demetrius was ready.

That's all I know.

And now, I'm leaving.

10 bucks, he just pulled
that name out of his ass.

- I don't know.
He's... he's rattled.

There's a chance
he might be for real.

Come on.

Gun!

Gun!

- You got him?
- Yeah, yeah.

Gun!

Got the gun?
- Got the gun!

Got it!

Requesting RAs to
Mid-Wilshire station.

Multiple GSW victims.

Penn, are you OK?

- Yes, ma'am.
- OK, good.

Want to tell me
how the hell a gun got in here?

Uh...

Was Tim upset
we didn't find the ring?

Yeah, but once I told him
we found a piece of Everett's

surveillance drone,

he agreed getting it to
tech squad was the priority.

Ah.

Hey.

I have not written the
recommendation letter yet.

- Oh, it's fine.
I saw the news

and you're kind of living in a
Dwayne Johnson movie right now,

so I took the liberty
of writing it myself.

All you have to do is sign it.

Oh, I don't know
if I'm comfortable with that.

I mean, it's my letter.
I should write it.

Are you sure?

'Cause drone magnet helicopter
escape is trending right now.

- You know what?
Speaking of,

can you confirm that
these are pieces of a drone?

Uh, yeah, that's the guts.

It's flight controls,
image stabilizer, GPS.

Can we use that to figure out
where it launched from?

That's kind of what GPS is for.

All right, you know what?

Your hurtful sarcasm
is going to be noted

in my recommendation letter.

You're too sensitive.

Remember, at midnight,

my college career
turns into a pumpkin.

Good luck.
- Got it.

Every criminal that
passes through that door

needs to be thoroughly searched
for contraband and weapons

first by the arresting officer,
and then by processing.

- I know.
And I did.

So then how did Bledsoe
end up with a gun

inside a holding cell?

Did you deviate from
normal pat-down procedures?

- No.
But he was combative.

It took two of us
to control him.

So it's possible
you missed a gun?

No.

I searched him thoroughly
after he was restrained.

I did.
- So then how did this happen?

I don't know.

I can pull the security footage.

- No.
Harper's handling that.

You're sidelined
until we get this sorted out.

Yes, ma'am.

Any word on Hall?

And the prisoner Bledsoe shot?

Hall is in surgery.

And...

and the prisoner died
in the ambulance.

All right, everybody, listen up.

GPS from the drone that Nolan
and Juarez found on the bridge

shows that it launched
from the Port of Los Angeles.

Now we've connected it

to an international maritime
company, Demetrius, LLC.

They have a fleet
of three dozen boats

currently operating
on the West Coast.

One of which

is a decommissioned
military transport ship

that is departing imminently
from the Port of San Diego.

Now we believe that
Heath Everett is on that boat.

Satellite imagery shows at least

three dozen private soldiers
along with equipment,

vehicles and weaponry
have been loaded on board

in the last hour.

Now given Everett's deep ties
inside the DOD,

we have to assume
that any effort

to go through normal channels
to coordinate a larger raid

would risk alerting them.

Therefore,
we are going it alone.

Small strike force will gain
covert access onto the boat,

locate, recapture Everett,

and then
get the hell out of there.

Without starting a shooting
war with a superior force.

Exactly.

How big is the boat?

Bigger than I'd like.

She's 800 feet, bow to stern.

Has four cargo decks,
three crew decks,

a bridge, and an engine room,

so it'll take a while to search.

But on the plus side,
it'll spread out their manpower

in case our little
stealth mission gets noisy.

What are you doing here?

- Coming with.
You're gonna need a medic

and I'm not taking no
for an answer.

Now best guess, Everett will
be staying here, level three.

It's on the upper deck.

It's where the
captain's quarters are located.

But he could be
in the officer's dining room

two decks below.

Bottom line,

we need to be prepared
to search multiple areas,

so we'll split into three teams.

Team one will
cover the top decks,

team two, the cargo decks,

team three will head
to the engine room

to disable the ship.

So they can't come after us
once we leave.

- Correct.
Now, I wish I had

better operational intel
to give you,

but if we don't get going right
now, we're gonna lose him.

Given his infinite resources,

we may never get another
opportunity to get him back.

So any last questions?
- Yeah.

Who's buying beers
when we're done?

You know, real men
don't need their wives

to do their camo makeup.

Oh, shush.

- Hey.
This doesn't seem real.

But it is.

The situation might be unique,
but the moves are the same.

It's tactical infil.

We search and clear rooms
the exact same way.

Communicate and coordinate
every action we take.

What are the odds
we find Everett

in the first place we look?

Nonexistent.

You really aren't
a glass-half-full kind of guy,

are you?

I'm a realist.

OK, realist.

What are the odds
we even pull this thing off?

Let's get going.

Why can't you just lie?

Please be careful.

I will.

Little make-up.

No Everett.

Go.
Get down.

On the ground. Now.

Down, down, down.

- Don't move.
- Get on the ground!

Get on the ground. Do it now.

Keep your hands where
I can see them.

- Hey, where's Everett?
- Hands on your head.

Where's Everett?

Found the nest, but it's empty.

Sir.

I got eyes on the prize.

C deck. He's got about
seven unfriendlies with him.

Need backup.

- Copy.
Moving to you.

- Hands!
Show me your hands.

- Down.
You two, now.

Everyone,
face-down on the ground.

Do it now.

Except you, Everett.

You're coming with us.

Like hell I am.

Don't do it.

Pilot door.

Should be right above our boats.

You move, you die.

We have the prize.

Making our way out
to starboard pilot door,

top deck... evac now.

- Top clear. Copy.
Evac-ing now.

- Go.
- Are you sure?

I got it.

Thank God.

Female officer coming in.

So what's the verdict?

Sit down.

So I scrubbed through 32 hours
of security video.

I can tell you for a fact
that the gun in question

belonged to one Moses Foley.

Who's Moses Foley?

A small-time stickup man.

Officer Wingate from night shift

brought him in for trespassing.

Both he and Officer Samuels
in processing claim

that they searched Foley,

but both of them failed
to find a weapon in his boot.

He didn't want to get
pinched at the courthouse

for his arraignment, so
he ditched the gun in the cell.

And that is where
Bledsoe found it

and made a bad decision
to use it to try and escape.

Both officers are
on administrative leave,

pending a full investigation.

Wait, w-what about me?

You are in the clear.

Is... is that it?

What, you want an apology
or something?

No, ma'am.

I guess I'm...

I'm just relieved

none of this was my fault.

Correct.

Good job handling
a dangerous situation.

Now go home.

Tomorrow's another day.

As a rookie?

The thing is I thought
this was my graduation day.

I counted the
six-month probation and...

Did you count the time

that you were
in specialized training

for crisis management
and de-escalation?

No, I thought that
all went towards...

It does not.

You still have about
three weeks left as a rookie.

Although given how
you handled yourself today,

I might just put in
a recommendation

to Sergeant Bradford that
your timeline be accelerated.

- Yes, ma'am.
Thank you.

I... I appreciate it,
Detective Harper.

Dash?

- What?
Oh.

Hey.

Um, sorry,
I must have fallen asleep.

Uh, I was coming
to bring you guys

a thank-you bottle of champagne,

but you guys weren't home,
so I figured I'd wait.

Oh, that is so sweet of you,
but completely unnecessary.

I just wanted
to thank you guys in person.

Not just for actually
writing the letters on time,

but for all the nice things
that you said in them.

I've been feeling kind of...

anxious and off my game,

but reading all those nice
things that you wrote about me

when you could have just signed
the letter that I gave you is...

it felt really nice.

Well, my young friend,
I meant almost every word.

Funny.

Um, but I've been thinking,
and...

I don't think
I really want to go to college.

Not yet, at least.

I want to take a year,

maybe two,

and become an indie film god.

Make the kind of reckless
movies that only an 18-year-old

who isn't afraid of the world
can make.

Well, I...

I think that's a great idea.

Awesome.

Do you want to help me
tell my mom?

Oh, no. No, you're on
your own with that one.

Why don't I make us some food
before you go?

You can't break your mother's
heart on an empty stomach.

- Yeah, sounds great.
Thanks.

Where were you guys?
Covert ops?

Romantic escapade?

Fight club?

- Uh...
Little bit of each?

Yeah.

Yeah, you do lead
an exciting life.

Yeah, a little too exciting.

You know what? It, uh...

God, it just breaks
my brain sometimes when I think

about the guy I used to be
back in Foxburg, though.

The sheer normalcy of that
first chapter of my life

compared to this.

I feel a life lesson coming on.

No, not at all.

It's...

It's just that
without that foundation

of my old life,

none of this,

the crazy job,
the beautiful house,

the sexy badass I get to spend
the rest of my life with,

none of it would exist.

So no matter what you do,

movies, college,

food industry,
none of it will define you.

There will always be
a path to reinvention.

I'm living proof.

Oh, I should have recorded
that for the mom convo.

Can you... can you run that
one more time?

Yeah, um...

oh, what was the first part?

I started listening
at "sexy badass."

Hey.

If you're here
to plead Wesley's case...

I'm not.

But he only took
Everett on as a client

so he could secretly
investigate Malcolm.

Didn't bother to tell
anyone that, of course,

but that's for another day.

I'm here now because
I found your ring.

What?

Where?
- In the Super Shop.

You should have asked for
my help in the first place.

I spend my days searching my car

for lost LEGOs
and miniature dinosaurs.

I owe you big time.

No, you don't.

Tim?

Go, now.

Hey.

Who are you talking to?
- Ah, mailman.

Did he give you some mail?

That's what
we were talking about.

- What?
- So weird.

Listen, you know what?

It is a beautiful day out
and I was thinking,

how do you feel about going
for a walk on the beach?

- That sounds nice. Yeah.
- Yeah?

- Yeah. Let me get changed.
- OK.

You know,

I really take for granted

how close we live to all this.

Yeah, I was surprised
you suggested it.

I thought you hated the beach.

- What?
- What?

Just 'cause I don't like
the sand doesn't mean

I can't be out here
appreciating the time with you.

Oh, wow.

Do you ever have that feeling
where a moment is so perfect,

you're trying to memorize it
while you're experiencing it?

Yeah.

Yeah, I do.

When we met,

I had come to believe that the
world was a really dark place.

And for the last eight years,

you've shown me just how
much light there really is.

I mean, you...
you have healed me

in places
I didn't even know were broken.

And I... I promise you,

I promise
to spend the rest of our lives

doing everything I can
to be worthy of that love.

So Lucy Chen...

Will you marry me?

Yes.

Yes, yes.

Oh.

- You like it?
- Yes, I like it.

Aw.

It's perfect.

Mm.

Hey, congrats.

Thank you.

What?

Heath Everett says
payback is a bitch.

Damn it.