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- What are you doing here?

- I just wanted to see
how you're doing.

- Never better.

- Right.

Mind if I come in?
Maybe we could talk.

I heard you've been
skipping physical therapy.

- So?

Why do you care
all of a sudden?

- I've been thinking a lot
over the last few months

about how I handled things
between us,

and I'm ashamed.

My mama, she taught me
how to be the bigger man,

and I fell down.

And I heard you've been trying
to make amends with people

and, well, this is me
doing the same.

With the help of your
favorite breakfast burrito

from El Plato.

- Hey, do we have
any vegan bacon?

- Oh, God, I hope not.

- What?
- Uh, I don't think so.

- I found the "fakon."

The fake bacon.

- Oh, great.

- Well, you don't have
to eat any if you don't want.

- After work...
- Mm-hmm.

- I think we need
to seriously finish unpacking.

And by finish, I mean start.

- Oh. Well, I mean--oh.

- Sorry.
- Sorry.

I think we're making progress,
you know?

Moving in takes time.

- It only takes as much time
as you let it.

I moved constantly
when I was in the Army.

Here's what I learned.

If it's not unpacked
in 48 hours,

it will never be unpacked.

If art sits on the floor
longer than two days,

it lives there now.

- Oh, we're well past that.

- I'm aware.

- This is killing you,
isn't it?

- I think we should buckle down
and get it done.

- OK.

- I'm sorry.

It just--it won't feel like
you've fully moved in

until all the boxes are gone.

- That's nice.

Look, if we rush the process,
we're just gonna make a mistake

that we'll have to go back
and fix later.

So trust me, if we move
slowly and carefully,

then it will be much more
efficient in the long run.

- OK.

- Yeah, the shelters were full
and I just needed

a place to sleep, you know?

I really wasn't hurting anyone.

- Well, it is still illegal
to break into a rec center,

even if it's just
to find a place to sleep.

- Yeah, no, I get it.
- You understand that.

All right.

Over here
for your mug shot, please.

OK.

- Face the camera.
Stand still.

To your right.

- I didn't really break in,
because the door was unlocked.

So it's fine, you know?

I'm--and I'm--I'm sorry.

I just got
really desperate for--

am I, um, going to jail, or--

- You know what,
you're probably gonna cite out

in just a couple of hours.

- Okey-dokey.
Thank you.

Is there any food?

Um, just--
I haven't eaten in a while.

- Uh, not normally,
but I can go

check the break room for you.

- All right. Thank you.
I appreciate that.

- I'd offer you
something to drink,

but both glasses are dirty.

- Oh, I can help with that.

- No.
Hey, no, no, no, no.

That's--that's--that's OK.
You don't have to do that.

- Oh, it's no problem.

You know, a clean space,
it really helps, trust me.

You know, after I blew out
my knee, my place,

it looked like
a tornado tore through a--

a frat house.

I didn't realize
how much it was contributing

to my depression
until my mama came over

and insisted on cleaning.

- That's OK. You're not my mom.
You're not my mom.

I can--I can do that myself.

- What I'm trying to say is,

you know,
I've been where you are.

After my injury, I couldn't see
how anything mattered.

You know, I couldn't
play football again,

so why bother cleaning up--
- Professionally.

You can never do it
again professionally.

- Right.

It's not like I had
a fallback career, man.

Like, I majored in physical--

- Can you please just shut up?

You hurt your knee.

I lost my leg.

- I'm not saying it's the same.

- Yes, you are, Miles.

You didn't go to the NFL.

You lost
your million-dollar contract,

but you can still run.

What happened to you is nothing
like what happened to me.

- I think we started off
on the wrong foot.

I--I didn't mean
anything by that.

You're right.

I don't know
what you're going through.

But I want to.

So how about I stop talking
and I start listening?

- Oh, no.

- What?

- Today is
my wedding anniversary,

and I totally spaced.

- Oh, yeah, that's not great.

But Wesley must have
forgot, too,

if he didn't say anything
this morning, right?

- No, Wesley remembers
everything about us.

- If Wesley
remembers everything,

and he did not say
happy anniversary to you

this morning, then that means--

- It means it was a test,
and I failed.

- Wow.
- What?

- Nolan!

- Yeah, what's up?

- You arrested a guy
this morning, Ezra Kane?

- Uh, well,
that's the name he gave me.

Didn't have any ID, though.

- There was a triple homicide
in Oregon three years ago.

A husband and wife were

brutally murdered
in their home.

Their 15-year-old daughter
was dragged into the woods.

They found her bloody clothes
a week later

but no burial site.

All they had was a fingerprint

that didn't match anything
in the system.

- Until I ran Ezra Kane.

- Yeah.

- The victims were
the Poston family,

Craig, Ava,
and 15-year-old Samantha.

They lived on the edge
of a state park

outside of Portland.

The working theory is,

the killer broke
into their house

in the middle of the night,
killed the father immediately

and then brutalized
and executed the mother.

Samantha most likely was
dragged out into the woods

and killed there.

- So what do we have
on our suspect?

- Literally nothing.

He says his name is Ezra Kane.

That could be an alias.

I caught him trespassing
at the Willoughby Rec Center

in the early morning.

He said he came in
to get out of the cold.

- Any ID?
- No.

He had a little bit
of cash on him

and a bunch of credit cards
under various names.

Haven't run them yet.
We can assume they were stolen.

- Any in the name
of the murdered family?

- No.

So how do you want
to handle this?

- We have a window here.

He doesn't know that we have
connected him to the murders.

He still thinks that he is here
on trespassing charges,

and it's in our best interest
to keep him in the dark.

So you should do the interview.

- Mm-hmm.

- Right.

OK.

Any advice?

- I mean,
you read him his rights.

- Yeah, but not for this.
- That doesn't matter.

As long as he acknowledged,
didn't ask for an attorney,

anything you get
in your questioning,

it's admissible.

- The key is not to push.

Use your famous Nolan empathy
to dig

without seeming to dig, OK?

The second that he suspects
that you are onto the murders,

he's gonna bail.

Got it?
- Got it.

Um, can someone track down
a sandwich?

Give me five or ten
and then bring it in.

- Smart.
Can do.

- Remember, go easy.

The more comfortable he feels,

the better the chance
he slips up.

- Understood.
- Right, but not too easy,

because we don't want him
to feel like

he's being handled
with kid gloves.

- Just Goldilocks this thing.

- Mm-hmm.
- Yeah.

Hey, sorry to keep you waiting.

- Sorry, I thought you said
I was gonna cite out?

- Yeah, um, I know, but I found
some credit cards

when I was going through
your things.

Credit cards
that do not belong to you.

- Yeah, I found them.

Um, not all at the same time.

You know, like, along the way,
people drop them,

people throw them out
by accident.

And I know, you know,
it was wrong to use them.

I just--I get so hungry.

- No, I get it.

But I'm just gonna need
some clarity

before I make a recommendation
to the DA's office.

Right now, your arrest falls
into the wobbler category--

could be a misdemeanor,
could be a felony.

Now, I want to recommend
the former,

but I can't do that unless
you are straight with me.

- No, I'm--

I'm an open book.
- OK.

Well, let's get started.

Uh, sorry, I tend to, uh,

default towards disorganized,

which is why
I'm still in patrol

and not a fancy detective.

Don't get me wrong.

I actually love
working the streets.

But, uh, every day is unique,

and I meet
some fascinating people.

- Like me.

- Yes, we'll see.

OK.

Your name is Ezra Kane,
but you declined to give me

a date of birth
or Social Security number

or basically anything I could
use to confirm your identity.

And if you want
the DA's office to play nice,

that is not gonna fly.

- Would you believe
I don't know the first

and I don't have the second?

- No.
- Yeah.

I didn't get
the best start in life.

Didn't know Dad.

Mom OD'd when I was,
like, a baby.

If I had a birth certificate,

she probably used it
to roll blunts.

I ricocheted
through the foster system

for a decade,

and at some point
somebody just picked a birthday

for me, and, uh, it--

whatever it is,
it can't be right.

- Well, what was it?

- I think it's, like,
January 6th of '82,

or maybe '83.

- OK.
- Yeah.

- And were you born
in Los Angeles?

- No.
Were you?

You know, I don't get
a California vibe.

- Oh.

East Coast, Pennsylvania.

- That makes more sense.

I'm from Idaho.

- Gotta think growing up
in Idaho was pretty hard.

I mean, I know what--

- Hi, this is
Detective Angela Lopez,

Los Angeles Police Department.

I need to run
an Idaho records search.

Last name, Kane with a K.
First name, Ezra.

Possible birth date of 1/6/82
or '83, but to be safe,

search birth dates
from '88 to '78.

- Good news.
- Thanks.

- The cold helped
the swelling go down

when I caught a beating.

- Well, I guess
then that's why you moved

to Southern California,
if not so that you could

just warm up a little bit.

When was that?

- I'm sorry, I thought we were
talking about credit cards?

- Yeah, no, listen,
we're getting there.

Establishing hardship
can go a long way

to swaying the DA.

But if you are in a hurry,
I can just recommend felony,

and you can wait in your cell.

- No.
No, no need to be like that.

I--yeah, um, I just--

I'm not used to people
taking an interest.

And I guess it's just
not easy stuff to talk about.

- Right.

Excuse me.

Ah, Jan, thank you very much.

Got you something
more substantive to eat.

- Great.
Thank you.

- OK.

Let's get to the credit cards.

Yeah?

Great, thanks.

We have
the credit card records.

All right, only two cards
have recent activity on them.

One was used two nights ago

at the Hollywood
Premiere Motel,

and the dollar amount suggests
that he still has the room.

- Hot damn.

- It's everyone's
worst nightmare--

waking up in the middle
of the night

to find a psychopath
in your house.

- Yeah.

And yet, it's statistically
the least likely way

to get murdered
by a psychopath.

- I guess we both have
some painful experience there.

- Is there a problem?

- Hi.

Have you seen this man?

- Room 216.

- You know,
we've never really talked

about what happened to you.

Not that we should have.

But, you know, just,
uh, with my sister's case

and everything, you've been
all up in my trauma and--

you know what?
I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have brought it up.

- All right, listen, it's fine.

It's natural to be curious.

I just have no interest
in revisiting

that particular trauma, so...

- Copy.

- Police!

Come out with your hands empty

and keep them
where I can see them.

- Clear.

There's nowhere for you to go.
Come out.

All right, step out.

- No, you need to go.

- Yeah,
we're not gonna do that.

Come out of the tub, please.

I'm fine.

He's gonna come back.

You have to go.

He's going to come back.

You--you have to go.

You have to go, please.

- Is your name Samantha?

- Please, just--

- Samantha.

Samantha, the man who took you,
he's in custody.

He can't hurt you anymore, OK?

I promise.

- It is not fair.

I came clean to everyone.

I've confessed
every lie, every sin,

and nobody's forgiven me
for anything that I've done.

Half the people that I called,
they hang up on me.

My dad--my dad won't
even take my calls.

- You really haven't
changed at all.

- Excuse me?

- You're doing the same thing
you always have.

You're not considering
anyone else's experience.

You lied to everyone
about almost everything,

over and over again.

Now you don't get
to set the bar

on how people react when you
finally tell them the truth.

What you did hurt the people
who cared about you,

and it's gonna take a lot more
than an apology tour

to fix that.

- I suck.

I get it.

Thanks for coming over
to clear that up.

I'll see you never.
Thanks for breakfast.

Get out of here.

- My--my parents.

You have to call my parents.

You have to tell them
that I'm OK.

- Yeah, of course.

The doctors will
take good care of you.

- Please.

- She doesn't know
they're dead.

- I mean, he kept her isolated.

She only knows
what he told her.

- Well, I shouldn't
have said yes.

I--I wasn't thinking.

- Hey, look, it was instinct,
all right?

Try not to beat yourself up.

She's in shock.

It wasn't the moment
to add more trauma.

It'll be fine.
- Yeah.

- You haven't eaten much.
Problem with the sandwich?

- No, no, this is great.

I'm just--you know what it is?

I'm a little claustrophobic.

Spent a lot of nights as a kid
locked up in small spaces.

- Sorry to interrupt.

Can I steal you for a sec?

- Of course.
Excuse me.

- Lucy and Celina just found
Samantha Poston

inside Ezra's motel room.

- Is she, uh--
- She's alive

and in no immediate
medical danger,

but beyond that...

- OK, so are you taking
over the interview?

- Not yet.

There's still room for you
to squeeze him

before everything comes out
into the open.

- Go back in there
and turn up the heat.

Tell him we found a few recent
charges on the various cards.

Mention the motel,
but not like we've gone there--

or even that we will--

and let's just see
what happens.

Right.

This changes the profile,
doesn't it?

He kept that girl
for three years.

That--
he's not just a murderer.

- No, he's worse.

- Sorry about that.

- Yeah, everything OK?

- I'm gonna be straight
with you, Ezra.

We ran those credit cards

and we found
some recent charges,

one of them being to a motel
in Thai Town.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold on.

When was the motel, uh, booked?

Because that wasn't me.

I mean, why would I take refuge
in a rec center

if I had a place to sleep?

- So you're telling me
if I went to this motel

with your photograph,
you would not be recognized?

- Absolutely not.
No.

And I don't know why you would
waste your time doing that.

I mean, surely the LAPD has
better things to do

than spend resources
on a wobbler

that's 100% gonna plead out.

Calling my bluff?

- Look, I know
you've got a job to do.

I'm just a guy

trying to make his way
in an unfair world

without hurting anyone.

- Can you explain something
for me?

- Why didn't she leave?
- Yeah.

I mean, I know what they
taught us in the academy.

But, I mean, he left her alone
for at least 12 hours.

- It's the opposite
of fight or flight.

It's freeze and appease.

You saw how scared
she was of him.

That level of fear,
it's her primary motivator,

maybe her only one.

Hey.

I'm sorry.

I wish I could let you rest,
but I--

I need to ask you
some questions

before the detectives conduct
a more formal interview.

- OK.
- OK.

I--I can't imagine
how overwhelming

the last hour has been,
so I'm not gonna assume

that you remember anything,
all right?

The man who took you,
we have him in custody.

Ezra Kane is the name
that he is using.

Is that how you know him?

- I'm not supposed
to talk about him.

- Who said that, him?

Yeah, I get it.

Samantha, you're safe now.

You are.

- Did you talk to my parents?

Are they coming?

- Samantha, I'm very sorry.

But, um, your parents
are deceased.

- No.
No.

- I'm so sorry.
- No.

What happened to them?

Did he kill them?

No! He--no, they're alive.

He said--
they have to be alive.

He said that--

- Did he say he would hurt them
if you didn't cooperate?

Is that the threat he used
to keep you with him?

- Yeah.

- Aamon.

He made me call him Aamon,
the Seventh Spirit,

Marquis of Hell,

who commands 40 legions,

including the police.

And he said
that I was his soul mate.

- None of that is true,
especially the police part.

But it doesn't make
any of that less terrifying.

- Do you remember
the night that he took you?

The screams woke me up.

I thought it was the TV,
so I went out into the hall

just to ask my parents
if they could turn it down.

There--

there was this smell
in the air,

and it just made the hair on
the back of my neck stand up.

So I called out, and that's
when he stepped into the hall.

I couldn't really see him,

but I just--

I knew in my body
that he was evil.

Does that sound crazy?

- No.

No.

- Where did he take you?

- A cabin in the woods,
or at least it used to be.

I mean, I don't think
anyone had lived there

for years, but...

that was my home
for the next eight months.

- Do you remember
why you guys moved?

- Winter came.

He has this thing
about being cold.

And by then--by then,
he knew I wasn't gonna run.

- OK.

I think I have
what I need for now.

Thank you.

I'm gonna let you
get some rest, OK?

- Uh, he--he bought a car
after we got to LA.

I don't--I don't know
if that matters.

- Yeah, no, it sure does.

Do you remember
what kind of car it was?

- Um, it was old,
four doors, black.

- So he would have
taken that car

when he left the motel, then?

- Yeah.

- Did he tell you
where he was going?

- No, he just said
that he may be a while

and that he would punish me

if I wasn't a good girl.

- Did he say something else,
Samantha?

- He said he was
getting ready for after.

- After? After what?

- I thought he meant--

I thought he meant after me.

- You felt like he was
getting ready to kill you?

Part of me was
really relieved, because--

because at least
it would finally be over.

- Hey, just got to the motel.

- Lucy called.

She interviewed Samantha.
Our guy's got a car.

- Make and model?
- Black four-door sedan, old.

- That's not
particularly helpful.

- Find any trophies
in the room?

- Not yet.
I'm waiting for TID to land

before I started digging
through Ezra's stuff.

But, you know, I did find
some drawings

that had me freaked out
a little.

- Freaked you out?
This I gotta see.

- Yeah, hold on.

- Yeah, that's not OK.

Look what Tim found
in Ezra's stuff.

- Oh, yeah.
No, that's not OK.

- No, but according to Lucy,
it tracks.

Ezra believes
he's a demon named Aamon,

one of the marquis of Hell.

- Everything OK?

- No.

I was wrong.

This is taking too long,

which means you did send
somebody to the motel.

Why would you waste your time
with a transient

who stole a bunch
of credit cards?

- Oh, this started
long before we found out

about the motel, Ezra.

- Fingerprints.

Credit where credit's due.

You've got that aw-shucks,
everyman cop thing down pat,

and I bought it for too long.
That's on me.

But I bet that there are cops

way up higher on the food chain
behind that mirror

that are just dying
to get in here, little pigs.

Little pigs,
get your asses in here.

I've enjoyed my time
with Officer Appetizer.

I'm ready for the main course.

There they are.

You must be the prosecutor.
- Wesley Evers.

- I'm Detective Lopez.
This is Detective Harper.

- Is it OK if we call you Ezra,
or do you prefer Aamon?

- Someone's been talking
out of school.

- I'm gonna readvise you
of your rights,

including the right
to have an attorney present.

- Not necessary yet.

I'll let you know.

- Can I have a moment?
- Yeah.

- What, no goodbye?

- I'm gonna go check out
the rec center

where I found him.

Something isn't adding up.
- Agreed.

But before you go, any insights
that you might have

from sitting two feet from him
that might not have translated

to us through the window?
- Yeah.

When he was talking about
the cold of his childhood,

that was real.

You want to get him unsettled,
crank the AC.

- Love it.
Thank you.

- All right, janitor locked up
just after 10:00 last night.

The place was empty after that.

- Well, this place is huge.

There's no chance
anybody saw or heard

anything from the road.

All right,
this is about where I saw him.

He heard me coming,
and then he took off

that way through those doors.

Got it.

Car key.

Must have ditched it
when he heard me coming.

- To what end?

Only reason to ditch the key
is so you didn't find the car.

But why?
- I don't know.

Like I said,
there were no cars here

when I got here this morning.

I scrubbed body cam.
I scrubbed dash cam.

No black sedan.

Whoa.
I got blood.

There were no visible cuts
on Ezra when I processed him.

- Have you always known
you were one

of the devil's minions,

or was that
a later-in-life revelation?

Oh, your--your--
your disbelief in my truth,

it makes no difference.

As long as Samantha believes,
that's all that matters.

- Yeah, that won't last.

You don't control her anymore.

- Hmm, how little you know.

I'm gonna be with her
until the day she dies,

which was gonna be today.

You know why?

It's the real reason I was
trespassing this morning.

- Nolan.

- I have found a new soul mate.

- He's got another girl.

- All right, Julie Reed was
reported missing at 4:00 AM

after she failed to come home
from a friend's house.

According to her parents,
she was back and forth

between the two homes
all the time,

and her route took her
right past the rec center.

- Sounds like he'd been
watching her for a while,

planning the perfect time
and place to make his move.

- If the suspect car was gone

when Officer Nolan arrived
this morning,

Ezra must have left
and came back.

Why would he do that?

- My best guess is that he left
something at the scene,

most likely
his makeshift wallet.

He only realized it
after he left

but went back for it
because he knew

it would connect him
to the abduction.

- But with a wounded girl
in the trunk,

he was faced with a problem.

It would have been quicker
to run back to the center

and run inside.

- But that would have put him
at a greater risk.

Because if Julie was conscious
and screaming her head off,

it would draw
a lot of attention.

- So he parked the car
somewhere else.

Somewhere no one could
hear her screaming.

Went back on foot.

- Right, but how far would
he be comfortable walking?

10 minutes? 20?

- The average walking pace
of a healthy male

is probably 2 1/2,
3 miles an hour.

Any faster might draw
unwanted attention.

- OK, so to be safe,
let's say 3 1/2 miles per hour

for a 20-minute walk.

- Which means we are looking

at almost a square mile
search radius.

- It's clear from the volume
of blood at the scene

that she was badly wounded,

she was left
on her own somewhere

over eight hours ago.

Every further minute
that passes

reduces the likelihood
we will find her alive.

- Where's Julie Reed?

- Oh, is that her name?

No, 'cause we were--we were
never properly introduced.

And can you please turn
the AC off?

It's like a freezer in here.
- No problem.

Just as soon as you tell us
where she is.

- Hmm.

You think I would trade
my comfort for her?

After all you've seen
of my sacrifice?

- No, no, I guess not.

But what would you trade
for her?

- Now that's
an interesting question.

Let's see--I would say
a reduced sentence,

but we all know that would be
a hollow promise,

after all that I've done.

Mm.

I would love to say a proper
goodbye to fair Samantha.

- Not a chance in hell.

- That is a nonstarter.

There is no way we would ever
let you retraumatize that girl.

- I don't think
you have a choice.

I think you kind of have
to ask her.

- No, we don't.
- Oh, yeah, no, I think--

I think
Samantha would disagree.

Think about it.

How is Samantha gonna feel when
Julie dies before you tell her,

and Samantha realizes she could
have saved that poor girl?

Huh.

How about this?
Let's give this a shot.

Tell Samantha that Julie
is near the red place,

and if she just talks to me
for one more minute,

I will tell you where that is.

- Sorry to interrupt.

I just need to borrow
Sergeant Chen.

- Wait, did something happen?

- No, no, no,
I just need her for a second.

- I'll be just outside, OK?

I'm right here.

- Ezra took another girl
before he was arrested.

He says he'll tell us
where she is

if we let him talk to Samantha.

- No. Forget that.

He doesn't want to help us.

He just wants to keep
traumatizing her.

- I agree.
So do Lopez and Harper.

But he says that the girl's
being held near the red place,

and if we told that
to Samantha,

that she'd agree to talk.
- No.

We're not saying that
to her, OK?

It's a trick.

Samantha, open the door!

- What happened?
- The red place.

It's got to be
some sort of trigger phrase.

He spent three years
convincing her

that the police were
in league with him,

and she just heard us
using his language.

- It's OK.

- No!

Let me do it!

- We need medical attention!

- Let's go.
- I can't!

No, please!

I can't do it.

I need it to end.

I need it to end.

I--I need--

- 7-Adam-20.

No sign of suspect vehicle
at 1900 Hawthorne.

- 7-Adam-4.

Construction site at 801
Mercury is empty of vehicles.

- 7-Lincoln-15.

First five levels of Wilshire
office complex garage

are clear.

Moving to lower level.

- Julie, you in there?

- 7-Lincoln-15.
I have her.

Lower level of the garage.
Send an ambulance now.

Hey!

Hey, Julie.

I'm Officer Nolan.
I'm here to help you.

Now, I'm gonna have to put
some pressure on that wound

to stop the bleeding, OK,
but it is going to hurt.

I am so sorry.

- Thank you.
- Easy.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I know, I know.

You're doing great.
You're doing great.

She's right here.

She just passed out.

She's lost a lot of blood.

- Her pulse is weak.

She's in hypovolemic shock.

We gotta get her out of here.

Nolan.

- Hey.
- Are you all right?

- Yeah.

Julie just got out of surgery.

They lost her on the table

for a minute,
but she pulled through

and she's recovering
in the ICU.

- Thank God.

- Can I talk to her
when she's ready?

- Uh, I'll ask.

You know, we wouldn't have
found her without you.

You gave us the car.

- I said it had wheels.

- And that it was black
and old.

I meant it.

She is alive because of you.

- Samantha's been
incredibly brave today.

- I'll, uh--

I'll come talk
to you guys later.

- Yeah.

Do you mind if I sit
with you for a bit?

- OK.

- What was the, um--

the red place?

- There was this house
that we stayed at early on.

They had painted
the bathroom red.

So when I was bad,

he would take me in there
to punish me.

- I know you're not ready
to hear this,

but when it's time,
the first step of your recovery

will be to stop
blaming yourself.

- Sure.

On it.

- I know, I know,
it's easier said than done.

But I know
what I'm talking about.

I want to share something
with you,

something that happened to me,
if that's OK.

- OK.

- So my rookie year as a cop,
I met this guy,

and he loved dogs,
and he was cute,

and he seemed great.

We went on a date, and he--

he kidnapped me.

The details are a lot,
but the short version

is that I thought
I was going to die.

I mean, another five minutes
and I probably would have.

For months afterwards,
I'd just obsessed

about every second with him
before he drugged me,

how I should have
seen through him,

how I should have been faster,
smarter.

I wanted to believe
that I was in control,

but I wasn't.

So eventually, I stopped
focusing on the things

that I didn't do, and I focused
on the thing that I did.

I survived.

You survived.

Samantha, you're here.

I know that you don't see
how brave

and powerful you are, OK?

But I do.

I really, really do.

- Hey, uh, sorry to interrupt.

I spoke to your aunt Sarah.

She is rushing back
from her vacation in London,

but her plane won't get here
until tomorrow afternoon.

- It's OK.
Don't worry, all right?

You're not gonna be alone.

Every female cop
at Mid-Wilshire

has volunteered
to keep you company

in the coming days and weeks.

- Yeah, we have your back,
Samantha.

For however long you need,
until you feel safe.

- Hey.

- Seth's here.

I'll be in my room.

- It's good to see you too.

Just another fan.

- Poor you.

- Look, you're right, man.

The self-pity has got to stop.

I want to do better,

but clearly,
I don't know how to.

And you are the best guy
I know,

so will you help me?

- I would need radical honesty.

One tiny white lie,
and I'm out.

- In that case, you are
one of the best guys know.

- Still has a sense of humor.

You might make it
through this after all.

All right, no lies,
no woe-is-me.

Just head down,
do the work, be grateful.

Deal?

- Deal.

- Come here, buddy.

- Surprise!

- Hey, thanks.

Uh, you do know
it's not my birthday, right?

- You did forget.

- Uh, no.

It's definitely
not my birthday.

- No, it's a different
special day.

- Uh, wait.
No, it's--

oh, my God.

It's our anniversary.

- It is.

You forgot, and I remembered.

Did you?

- Totally.

- Congrats, grad!

Fine, I forgot.

But I had to pull
this together fast!

But I remembered
before you did,

and that's what's important.

- Winning.
- Yeah.

And you know what else
is super important?

- No, what?

- The kids are with my mom.

- Oh. Mm.

- Hi.
- Hey, honey.

- How's it going?
- Oh, I missed you.

Oh, God, what a day.

- How'd it go at the hospital?
- It was fine.

Samantha's asleep right now,
so I'll go in

and check in with her tomorrow.

Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

- Do I smell dinner?

- Don't get too excited.

I ordered Italian.

It's in the oven, keeping warm.

- Oh, my hero.

- Oh, God. OK.

So I need to say something,
and I--

I need you to respond
with kindness, OK?

- OK.

- After the day that I've had,

I really need this place
to feel like a refuge

and not a UPS sorting facility.

We need to get
these damn boxes out of here.

- I--

I agree.

- No time like the present.
Let's do it.

- Wait, hold on.

I'm tired.

I'm--I'm very tired.

I thought maybe we could have
dinner, and then I would--

I could--
I could sit here and--

and supervise.

- I mean, how can I refuse
that offer?

- You can't.

- All right, I'll get dinner.

- Thank you.
- Yep.

- Good work today,
Officer Nolan.

- Thanks.

How come I don't
feel better about it?

- I think you know the answer.

- Yeah.

- Listen, we can't change
what already happened.

All we can do is stop it
from happening again.

And you did that today,
in a big way.

Which means someone ought
to buy you a drink.

- You volunteering?

- I am.

- Damn it.