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- There he is.
- 7-Adam-07,

show us Code 6 on a
suspected mail theft,

2210 Rosemont.

Sir!

Are those your packages?

- Totally.
- Where you taking them?

My mom's.

You have an ID says you live here?

I forgot my wallet.

How about opening the front door
to prove that's your house?

Uh, I-I locked my keys inside.

But I can jump the fence,
and I can get my hide-a-key.

Sir, put down the packages.
You're under arrest.

Oh, no, this is just gonna
take a second, bro.

- Hey, hey! Stop!
- Give it a second.

Why?

"Beware of dog."

Easy! No! No! N-No!

Get an ambulance!

Ooh. Looking sharp.

Thanks. I kind of missed
wearing a suit.

Liar.

First day back at work.
How you feeling?

- I feel great.
- Great.

Because the couch is getting
a you-shaped dent in it.

Time to get back in the game,
Counselor.

My mom always says "Today's
a great day for a great day."

You got this.

Would somebody please tell me
the difference

between Greyhound and Deep River?

Hey. Can I help you?

Is Barbara here?

Oh, I'm sorry, I think
you have the wrong house.

No, this was my house...

our house.

When Barbara and I were married.

Howard Green.

Oh. John Nolan. Yeah, I just, uh...

- I just bought the place.
- Wow. Looking good.

Barbara always said
the bones were special.

But we could never afford
to do any work.

You're fixing it up yourself?

Yeah. I sure am.

And I don't mean to be rude,
but I do...

I have to get ready for work.

Sure. Uh...

Sorry, uh, to trouble you. Uh...

Everything okay, Howard?

Not really.

Five years ago, I walked out
that door, and never came back.

Barbara gave me an ultimatum...

my family or the drugs.

Ohh.

That's rough.

I'm dying.

Brain cancer.

I just found out.

Maybe it's selfish,

but I want them to know...

that I chose wrong

before I'm gone.

So i-i-if you know...

where they are,

or how I can, uh...

Howard, I'm so sorry.

I bought the house in
foreclosure from the bank.

I don't have any...

contact information for your family.

Okay.

Thank you for your time, and, uh...

good luck with the renovation.

Thank you.

I have to help him, though, right?

That's karma 101... help the dying guy.

What?

Nothing. What's got you
a million miles away?

Nothing.

Judge granted me an overnight
visit with Lila, tomorrow night.

That's great. You must be so happy.

If you equate debilitating anxiety

with happiness, then, sure.

It's been six months

since I spent more than a
couple hours a week with her.

It's just, she's changed so much.

And you're afraid that you've
forgotten how to be a mom?

- No.
- Don't worry.

She's gonna be so excited
just to hang out with you.

You got her room all set up?

Yeah, I'm doing that tonight.

I have a stack of Swedish
furniture to assemble.

Well, if you need a hand...

What, you think because
I'm a girl, I'm not handy?

Not what I said.
I just know how challenging

Allen wrench furniture can be.

Fair point.

Harper, just got a call
from a crime scene.

Some woman was assaulted
in her apartment.

- They took her to the hospital.
- Okay.

Responding officer noticed
a framed photo

on the victim's bookshelf,
thought I should see it.

That's you, right?

Yeah. In an undercover life.

- Crystal?
- Yeah.

Who's the other lady?

It's Eva Ruiz.

We were tight for a while.

I used her to get close
to some bad people.

Haven't seen her in years.

Any word on who beat her up?

No. And she's not talking.

Is there any reason detectives
should proceed carefully

with their investigation?

No, sir.

Eva is squarely in my rearview.

Okay.

You know, if you want,
we can drop by the hospital,

- see how your friend is doing.
- She's not my friend.

She was a means to an end.

Then why are you upset?

- Oh! Excuse me!
- Mm-hmm.

Excuse me. I found this lost dog.

Aww. Aren't you sweet.

Uh, but lost dogs are actually
an Animal Control issue.

Oh, of course.

But I figured all this blood
made it an LAPD issue.

There isn't a scratch on her.

- Where was she?
- Middle of Wilshire Boulevard.

Little cutie was frantic,
almost got herself squashed.

What's the holdup?

We need to swing by a vet,

see if there's a chip in this dog.

She could have come from a crime scene.

Hey!

You're under arrest.

Sir, you should stay in your car.

That was sick.

Whoa. You're Sterling Freeman.

Wh... He's Sterling Freeman.

- Who?
- I'm an actor.

- Good for you.
- Are you kidding?

He's the star of "Hot Suspect."

Sounds like a porno.

It's not, okay? It's the
highest-rated cop show on TV.

- You watch it?
- Oh, yeah.

I mean, every single week.

- It's amazing.
- It's alright.

It's nothing like the work you
do in the real world, Officer...?

West. Jackson.

Jackson.

Well, good to meet you, Jackson.

Maybe you could teach me
that slide sometime.

Sure. Yeah, I'd, uh... I'd be happy to.

Let's go, Hollywood.

Eva was beaten pretty savagely.

They broke her arm and four ribs,

ruptured an eardrum.

Luckily, there were
no internal injuries.

Uh, she told detectives
she didn't remember the beating.

- Is that possible?
- Sure.

Although, medically speaking,

I don't think there was enough
head trauma to explain that.

So, she could be lying.

That's more your department.

You can go in and talk to her,
if you want.

No, I can't blow my cover.

If my real identity got out,
it would put her in jeopardy.

- How so?
- She introduced me

to a lot of bad people.

They would think she was a snitch,

and they would kill her.

So that's it? We just walk away?

Her attacker gets away with it?

There is one person she might talk to.

Does this place have a lost and found?

I hear you had
a brush with fame this morning.

- Sterling Freeman?
- Yes, sir.

Well, you must have made an impression,

'cause Mr. Freeman called in
a favor with the Chief,

asked if you can come be
a technical advisor

on his show today.

- Really?
- He wants a rookie

to tell him how to be a pretend cop?

No wonder Hollywood
always gets it wrong.

Which is why you're going with him.

And before you protest
that you'd rather

- clean the drunk tank...
- With my tongue.

I will let you work
10-hour shifts next week,

if you could please teach these actors

how to properly clear a room...

or at least use their radios.

Luna makes you watch.

Every week.

It's all I can do not to
punch my fist through the TV.

Just... please.

Copy that.

Never hung out with a celebrity before.

You're lucky.

I might need you to get...

- I'll meet you in the shop.
- Okay.

...a few of those to me
by the end of the day.

Whoa. Sorry.

No problem. You just snuck up on me.

Um, I'll send the request when
I get back to the office, okay?

Thank you.

How's it going?

It's like I never left.

Why does that sound like a bad thing?

No, it's fine. I'm just...

trying to do what the doctor said...

take things slow.

- We still on for lunch?
- I can't.

But I'll make it up to you tonight.

- Okay?
- Okay.

Control, show us Code 6 at 819 Rivera.

Police!

We've got your dog.

Police.

Body.

Clear.

This is the police! We're coming in,

so get your hands where I can see them!

Hey, Malcolm,

That was a great hiding spot.

You thought fast,
and you kept yourself safe.

Malcolm, can you tell me
who hurt your mom?

I'll be right back.

He's in shock. We got to get him
to the hospital,

make sure it's not something worse.

Heard there might be a witness.

Malcolm Tucker. But he's unresponsive.

Mother was stabbed
at least a dozen times.

- Not sure what he saw.
- So, a crime of passion.

Fits the history.

I ran a record search.

Between us and social services,
this house was visited

half a dozen times in the last year.

Domestic strife between the victim

and her boyfriend, Carson Gomes.

I sent officers
to his house and jobsite.

Rachel was the caseworker.

We're dating.

Well, good. Give her a call.

Have her meet you at the hospital,

and she can brief you
on the history in person.

There's bound to be something
she left out of her reports.

You're not coming?

No. I still got work to do here first.

You guys will fill me in after.

- Yeah.
- Okay.

You know...

as much as I love a witness,

I just really hope
he didn't see anything.

Yeah.

So, what do we got?

Crystal?

In the flesh.

Um...

Uh...

Here.

You stole these.

Nah, I d... I did not.

"To the best grandma ever"?

She's in a coma.
She will not miss them.

You're going straight to hell.

I will save you a seat.

So, um... what happened?

Nuh-unh.

You first.

Where the hell you been?
You just ghosted me?

Look, I hit a rough patch.

I had to skip out a moment.

And you couldn't call?

I thought you were dead.

I was...

just about.

For a while.

Look, I only been clean
a few months now,

and, um...

Look, I'm sorry. I-I didn't...
I didn't mean to scare you.

I heard you took a beating,
and so, I, um...

I wanted to come check on you.

Who did it?

Ripper.

He was entry level when
you were crashing with me.

Wilson used him as a runner

at the stash house in Montgomery.

Right. He was that big kid.

He was always playing with that knife.

Yeah. Worked his way up the food
chain real fast after you left.

He thought I was skimming off the take.

'Cause you were?

Not enough to get stomped on like this.

Ripper's always been Old Testament,

but I should've known better.

Did you tell the cops?

- What do you think?
- Look, the enemy of my enemy...

Will get me killed.

You are the same old Eva.

Damn straight.

And I don't need help from nobody.

A'ight, I'm-a bounce, but, um...

I will...

check on you later, so...

Don't bother.

You're still dead,
as far as I'm concerned.

Um...

take care of yourself.

Dr. Lawrence, 5247.

How's Malcolm?

Uh, he's still in shock.

He's lucky it wasn't a lot worse.

I can't believe Julie's dead.

Did Carson do it?

We don't know yet.

Was he abusive?

Uh, not physically,
as far as I could tell.

He has a criminal record,

but honestly, Mom was
the eye of that storm.

I tried to get Malcolm removed,

but I couldn't get a judge to sign off.

What's gonna happen to him now?

Well, once we get clearance
from the doctor,

we'll take him down to the station.

We'll need to get a statement.

I'll meet you.

I have to reach out to family,
see if anyone can take him,

so he doesn't end up in a group home.

Hey, Rachel.

You did what you could.

It wasn't enough.

I mean, I figured I could at least

run a record search, you know,

try to find Howard's family.

When did he move out of the house?

Five years ago.

I'm not sure how long
his family stayed after that.

Let me know if I can help somehow.

I'm just, like, sitting around
at home tonight, so...

My ex took Oliver on a camping trip.

He's gone all week.

I've never been away from him
that long,

and I'm, like,
climbing the walls a little.

Just... It's too quiet, you know?

Yeah. I know the feeling,
but you should embrace that...

just go out, have some fun.

I'm not familiar with that term.

Let's go. I got a name.

- I-I-I... Uh...
- See you later.

I got to go. But do have some fun...

in the name of the law.

Oh, my God.

Wow. "The Maltese Falcon"
was shot here.

So was "Cop Rock."

Jackson. Welcome.

Thank you so much
for taking the time to help out.

Yeah, happy to.

Where's catering?

Behind that set.

Should we wait for her to come back?

I don't think that's happening.

Okay. So, where do we start?

Well, uh...

this is all wrong.

Yeah, the, uh, Taser and the gun

should never be on the same side.

- Got to know what you're going for.
- Right.

- Try to radio for help.
- Uh...

- Radio shouldn't be in back?
- No.

See, I've been wearing this
for 36 episodes,

and this is why we needed
a technical advisor all along.

You know, I would love
for you to tell all this to Jim.

He's directing this episode.

Does he know much about police work?

Thinks he does.

Apparently, directing a handful
of procedurals

makes you an expert.

Wish I had known,
I would've skipped the academy.

Sorry, this... this food
isn't for background.

- What?
- Uh, extras eat someplace else.

O-O-Or you can eat here. I mean...

W... W...

Any... Anywhere.

You got a second?

Yeah. Sure. Come on in.

Hey, um, you ever run across
a banger named Ripper

back at the 77?

Rings a bell.

He used to be a runner for Wilson.

Now, that name, I know.

Ran half the crystal meth
in Southern California

till somebody split him up the middle.

You know, let me check my records.

No comment.

I've been working this way a long time.

Don't trust computers.

Ripper, known to his mama
as "Curtis Danvers."

What you into him on?

Uh, he beat up someone I know.

Yeah, I know a couple of
detectives in my old gang unit

wouldn't mind talking to him
with a little leverage.

- We don't have that.
- Yet.

Victim won't testify...
won't even ID him to us.

Harper managed to get the name,

by approaching her in an
old undercover identity.

Grey approved that?

Never mind. I didn't ask.

Look, I don't have to tell you...

with no testimony, you got no case.

Now, if you wanted
to go back undercover,

and get him to brag about it to you,

that'll hold up in court.

But to do that, you got to go to Grey.

It's a bad idea.

It's the only way Ripper
ends up in bracelets.

It's risking a lot

for someone you said
was just "a means to an end."

Says the guy trying to
locate the family of a rando

who showed up at his front door
with a sob story.

That's different. I'm not judging
you for wanting to help Eva out.

What are you judging me for?

For someone who gave up
undercover work,

you sure do it a lot.

When the situation requires it.

The situation or you?

What, you think I'm looking for
an excuse to go back undercover?

I think you're nervous about your
first overnight with your daughter.

Oh, and this is self-sabotage?

A little, yeah.

Look...

when my marriage was on the rocks,

I hid at work.

I didn't want to do the heavy lifting

it would take to fix things,

and I can see why you'd want
to go down this road.

As dangerous as it is,
it's danger you're good at.

But this is how you lost your
daughter in the first place.

Yeah, I think I was pushing
the envelope with Harper,

but I really think
I got through to her.

Oh. Really?

Then why is she in the roll call room

dressed as Crystal, preparing an op?

And our CI will let us know
when the target's inbound.

Once he lands, our UC will go in,

and attempt to get him talking.

And we're not traveling
anywhere with this guy.

Are we clear?

Surveillance van will be set up
across the street here.

- Don't say a word.
- I wouldn't dream of it.

...here and here.

And, Officer Nolan,
as our uniformed presence,

we need you invisible...
until we don't.

So, hang with us
until we call in for rescue.

- Copy?
- All due respect,

I'd like to stick with my T.O.

I think being by her side until go time

would be a valuable
learning experience.

Fine. You'll go plainclothes.

But you don't make a move
without an order.

- Yes, ma'am.
- Can I have our UC come to the front,

so everyone can see what she's wearing?

Get a good look, people.

If it goes sideways,
do not shoot this person.

Her trouble signs will be hands up,

gun out, or running away.

If you see her doing any of these,

the op is down, and we send in rescue.

Rescue response time is 30 seconds,

so for that long, you're on your own.

Okay.

Unless any of you have any questions,

let's head out.

Hey, listen, if you want to
stay behind, just say the word.

No way. You're my T.O.
I got your back no matter what.

You know, it'd be a lot easier
to hate you

if you weren't so damn honorable.

I know.

- Okay. Go into your stance.
- Okay.

Pull your weapon.

Not your real weapon...
your fake weapon.

- Put it away.
- Okay.

All right, now look
at me for a signal, okay?

I'm gonna say "LAPD. Open up."

I'm gonna kick it in.
You're gonna cross in.

- Ready?
- Yes.

LAPD. Open up!

Nice. Oh.

Sorry. Sorry, ladies.

- One more time.
- Okay.

Hey.

I hear you're a real cop.

Yep.

I'm Mandy Cross.
I'm Sterling's co-star.

I was wondering if
I can ask you something.

Is this about a scene?

'Cause Officer West
is handling that crap.

O-Oh, no. It's, uh... personal.

I think I have a stalker.

And it's kind of freaking me out.

Have you filed a police report?

Not yet.

I just... I don't know if it's something
I should be worried about or not.

I have cards and letters in my trailer.

- Can I show them to you?
- Sure. Let's go.

I started getting them
a few months ago...

all unsigned, without a return address,

one every couple of days.

But in the last month,
they've been showing up daily,

sometimes twice a day.

What do they say? Are there
any threats of violence?

No. They're actually sweet...

in a disturbing way.

He's in love with me,

or he thinks I'm the greatest
actress he's ever seen.

Something else happened, didn't it?

Yeah.

I think someone broke into my house.

The other morning, I woke up,
and I saw my side door unlocked.

I could swear it was not
like that when I went to bed.

Did you call the police?

No. I felt silly.

There was nothing missing.

I just... got a weird feeling.

Unfortunately,
there's not a lot we can do

without a verifiable threat.

But you should definitely
take this seriously.

Get an alarm system,
try not to go to places alone,

and at the first threat, call 911.

Okay.

I'm officially freaking out now.

Would you mind staying close
to me while you're here?

It'd make me feel better.

Of course.

I know this is painful.

I promise I'll make it
as quick as possible, okay?

Okay.

Did you see what happened?

They had a fight... Mom and Carson.

About what? Do you know?

Hey.

It's okay. Take your time.

About me.

Mom was mad 'cause I left out
the peanut butter.

She yelled at me, sent me to my room.

But we were supposed to play Xbox.

"We" who?

Me and Carson.

Carson was nice to me.

He spent time with me.

He yelled at her,
told her she was being a bitch.

She started screaming.

Had he ever hit her before?

No. Never.

He's never hit her.

O-Okay, tell me more about the fight.

Did you see it or... or just hear it?

I heard it. A door slammed.

My mom threw a plate.

She was so mad when he left.

Uh...

When who left? Carson?

- Yeah.
- Mm.

And she was still alive?

Yeah.

Uh...

And... And did Carson come back?

No, she chased him away.

Did anybody else come over?

Um, w-we should stop.

- Rachel...
- No.

Malcolm needs a lawyer.

Miss Hall, you don't have
standing to make that request.

- Ask for a lawyer.
- Rachel.

- Miss Hall.
- She's right.

Malcolm should have a lawyer,

and we should want him to have one.

It's your right, son.

Do you want a lawyer?

I guess so.

Officer Chen.

Would you take Malcolm
to the break room?

Yes, sir.

This way.

So, you got a lawyer in mind,
Miss Hall,

or are we calling legal aid?

Is there a new ETA on Ripper
from the CI?

Not since the last time
you asked, five minutes ago.

That is so weird.

- What?
- That guy Howard I told you about

who dropped by my place this morning.

I did a records check on his wife.

She seems to have dropped off
the face of the Earth

a couple years ago.

Okay. What could that mean?

Maybe she got remarried,
changed her name legally.

The government doesn't track names.

They track Social Security numbers.

Maybe she stopped working?

Or maybe there's more to the
story than Howard's letting on.

I'd go with that.

Why are you still
pursuing this, anyway?

I told you... good karma.

You know, you're nice,
but you're not that nice.

My dad walked out on us when I was 10,

and my mom used to spin
these wild stories

about where he was.

But the moral to all the stories was

"We're better off without him."

And you didn't think so.

So you thought you'd
give Howard's family

the closure that you never got.

Something like that.

I guess the universe
doesn't work like that.

No. It really doesn't.

That was the best scene
we have ever done on this show,

hands down... all because of you.

So, can you come every day, please?

No.

I had my watch commander
contact North Hollywood police.

They'll have a unit meet you
at your house,

and cruise by your place
every few hours.

Thank you so much.

No problem.

Uh, maybe we can arrange
some sort of private training?

Sure. Yeah, I'd, uh... I'd love
to train you on my off days.

Stay here.

Malcolm didn't do it, he couldn't have.

- I hope you're right.
- But you think I'm wrong.

Wesley. Thanks for coming.

Of course. Where's my client?

Break room with Chen.

She's not questioning him.

No. She knows the rules.

- I'm gonna go talk to him.
- Great.

You can't come with me.

I'm his advocate.

Rachel, you work for the county.
I work for Malcolm.

Sorry, but you're on the outside now.

I'm guessing I'm on the outside
with you, too, huh?

Not with me personally.

He's just a traumatized kid, Tim.

Yeah.

So, here's where we stand, Malcolm.

You admitted that you saw your mother

after her boyfriend, Carson,
left the house.

Did you get into a fight with her, too?

You don't have to answer that.

She said she was done with him.

It wasn't fair.

Are you mad at me,
for insisting on a lawyer?

You gave the kid time
to think, strategize,

get his story straight.

If he killed her, and we can't convict,

it's on you.

He's a child.

And kids can't be monsters?

Hey.

How's he doing?

Wesley? Oh, he's fighting
the good fight.

You recognize this knife, Malcolm?

You don't have to answer that.

He's right. You don't.

But I think you want to.

I think the truth is eating at you.

And you need to let it out.

Do you recognize this?

It's from the kitchen.

Let's go back to what we know, okay?

Carson leaves the house.
It's just you and your mother.

Then, what?

She... left the room.

- And I grabbed it.
- The knife?

I picked it up, and followed her.

She was yelling about how it was over.

Carson was gone.
We'd never see him again.

I started crying.

And she laughed at me.

She laughed at me.

What'd you do to make her stop?

- Malcolm...
- I hit her with the knife.

You hit her with the knife?

You mean you stabbed her?

Yeah? Where?

- Her back.
- Then what?

- She turned to me.
- Uh-huh.

Not even mad.

Like she didn't even feel it.

- Did she cry out?
- Get an ambulance!

- I guess so.
- You guess so?

- Which hand did you use?
- Right.

How many times did you stab her?

Okay, that's enough.
We're done for now, okay?

- Do you need a break?
- No. I just want it over.

Okay, you stab her in the back.

She turns and looks at you.

Then what?

I stabbed her again... in the front.

And then, I couldn't stop.

Wesley.

- Baby, are you okay?
- Mnh-mnh.

Just breathe.

In through your nose,
out through your mouth.

Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

What's going on?

I just need a minute.

Let's call it a night, okay? It's late.

We'll get Malcolm squared away
in a juvenile facility.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Word is, Ripper's not coming tonight.

Word could be wrong.

We should sit tight.

Detective.

Shift's over.

Alright. Let's call it.

But we are back here first thing.

Howard?

Howard?

What are you doing here?

I put everything I had
into buying this house.

I drained my savings,

worked two jobs.

But they took it all for granted.

They took me for granted.

The ingrates!

Howard...

you need help.

So, we're gonna call someone
who can help you.

No!

Okay. Okay.

We don't have to do that.

She said they were afraid of me.

Me.

So afraid, they went into hiding.

Where are they?

- Come on, Howard.
- Where are they?

I don't know where your family is.

I don't even know your family.

Where are they?!

Howard.

Easy. Easy. Easy.

Easy.

So, how did the bed building
go last night?

Pretty good. Not sure if the
bourbon helped or hurt, but...

How's your, uh, house crasher?

You heard about that?

When units go Code 3 to a cop's house,

they wake up the Chief.

Yeah. This is the part
where you say "I told you so."

Harper would say that.

But I'm Crystal.

Our forensic team dusted
your house for prints,

and Threat Management went through
all your cards and letters.

Mostly what you expect...

an escalating pattern of obsession.

But there were several mentions of
someone "keeping you two apart."

- Are you dating anyone?
- Only on TV.

- Knock, knock.
- You're back.

Yeah, just until the
reinforcements arrive.

How's Mandy?

Safe, with my T.O.

Cool.

Yeah.

So, uh, what are you up to
this weekend?

The... private training thing. Right.

Yeah, uh, this weekend could work.

Great.

But also... we should eat.

Can't learn on an empty stomach.

Right. Yeah.

And I... guess,
since we have to eat anyway,

we... might as well pick a nice spot.

Yeah... And...

I have so much to learn.

You have so much to teach me.

We should probably
block out several hours.

All night, even.

Come in.

Hey. Uh, they need him on set?

Oh! Jackson!

You can't have her.

- Wait.
- She's mine!

Jackson!

Are you okay?

Jackson!

Vest caught it.

Thank God.

Are you okay?

Ow.

That hurt.

Look alive. Ripper's here.

Test, test, 1, 2.

Good to go.

Uh, Harper.

You know, you don't have to do this.

Relax, 5%. This is what I do.

- What do you want?
- Ripper.

You know me.

No, I don't. Get lost, junkie.

Dude, hey! We used to hang out

at the stash house on Montgomery
back in the day.

Dude... Crystal.

- Long time.
- Too true.

So, what do you want?

I hear you're the man now.

Now, look, I-I'm down for anything.

- Anything, huh?
- Mm-hmm.

Alright.

Come on.

Who are your friends?

Trust me, you don't want
to know these guys.

Hey, uh... you used to hang
with Eva, right?

- Yeah, for a minute.
- Hmm.

Because she stole from me, you know.

You here to steal from me, too?

Look, I told you,
I-I haven't seen Eva in years.

Eh... We... We ended ugly.

- We got to get in there.
- We won't get there in time.

She's got to get herself out of this.

You say she stole from you.

- Rescue detail, stand by.
- I will make her pay

I'll cut her face off with a razor.

You say the word.

You always were hard-core.

Anyway, Eva already caught her beating.

But since you're feeling so generous,

I do have a job you could help with.

Sure, sure. Anything.

Cool. Let's take a ride.

What is she doing?
You said no traveling.

He's not giving her a choice.

But her survival odds
go way down inside a car.

We roll in strong,
they'll just kill her.

What's wrong? Don't you want to come?

Nah, nah. I'm cool.

Sarge, what do you want us to do, here?

Sarge.

Did Harper demonstrate
any of the trouble signs?

Negative, but she was given orders

not to travel with the subject.

Can you engage without further
jeopardizing her safety?

Negative.

Do I engage rescue?

Not yet.

But put a follow car on them,
and stay alert.

Hey... What are you doing?!

Whoa!

Where you goin'?!

Yo! Don't touch the ride!

Crystal, you told me to wait for you.

- Where you goin'?
- Yo, you know this fool?

Uh, that's my old man.

"Old" is right.

Yo... walk away.

Yo, make me.

Crystal, let's go.

Let her out.

See you around.

You, too.

You got a death wish, Boot?

I get it from you.

Here.

You want to talk about anything?

No.

We're gonna get through this.

Yeah, I know.

It's not your fault.

There has to be something
I could've done differently.

Tragedies happen,

no matter how hard we try to stop them.

Doesn't mean you give up.

But you have to accept the fact,

that some things,

really are out of our control.

All we can do is cherish
the small victories.

That was... almost inspirational.

Well, stick around.

I'm full of surprises.

You're... He's...

Yeah, way to not make it weird.

Yeah, Sterling, this is Lucy.

Lucy. So nice to meet you.

Yeah. H-Hi.

- Would you like some wine?
- Yes!

Jackson was just telling me
how awesome you are.

Hmm. Well, that... that is true.

Get a glass. Come on.

Okay.

Thank you.

So? What do you think?

It's awesome.

Uh...

How about we... read a book?

Okay.

Let's see.

"Chapter one..."

Oh, my God!

Ah, Grace!

Hey! What are you doing here?

Well, there is a new
photography exhibit at LACMA.

There is a midnight showing
of "Candyman"

- on a rooftop in Koreatown.
- Whoa.

And there is an Armenian
festival in Echo Park.

I got you a ticket to all three.

You're gonna find fun at
at least one of them.

- That is very sweet.
- I agree.

- But I don't want to go alone.
- I'm so glad you said that.

I say we start at the Armenian
festival for some fasulye,

we hit the exhibit, wrap it up
with the midnight show.

- Isn't that a little ambitious?
- Not at all!

It's actually... super ambitious.

- So, really, we should go.
- Okay.

- Lead the way.
- Excellent.

Is... Is this a date?

Uh...

well, do we have to name it?

No.

I-I guess we don't.

Good.

What the hell is fasulye?