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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.

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 have some new 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 going to 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 your letter then you are quite literally the best after bailey but that

goes without saying wesley i know i mean seriously the 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, 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 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.

Don't worry, I cleaned it.

Okay, 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 cycling through options. You know, I want the moment to be perfect.

Given that the whole station knows you're going to 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 natural point block searched and guarded out of

the preemptive strike school. 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 is bigger than his prison cell. Look,

Everett did time in the army, okay? He is not soft. Plus, I will bet you

anything, he does not believe that he's going to remain in prison for long,

so... Wow.

A 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.

Oh, right. You're the guy who you got the serial killer of, 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 got to be kidding me.

I watched you murder a man in cold blood. There is an illegal team on the

planet that's going to 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.

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. No, no, no, no, no, no, no. You're mistaking this conversation

for a threat. It is not a threat. It is a promise.

Today will go smoothly or lawyers start catching fists.

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 a privilege?

So I would definitely bet on the former. I agree.

Tim, we're going to go alpha level on that score.

130. No second 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'd 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.

She's 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.

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 estate 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 scale. 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.

I think Everett has more to worry about than the smallest item on his charge

sheet. Well, 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.

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. Or what?

Nothing. What? Kalina, what?

It's just...

Nolan spoke to me about my graduation multiple times for the weeks leading up

to it.

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

And according to my math, the six-month extension is today. It's a wider radio

silence. It's been crazy around you the last few weeks. Maybe you just fell

through the cracks.

Well, maybe he knows I'm going to fail out, so he's not wasting his time.

If Nolan wanted to bounce you, he'd just bounce you. Unless it's not Nolan who's

planning to bounce me. Ben, turn your gear. You're not going out today.

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

Why wouldn't I be going out?

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? Graham

wants a super shot.

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.

Okay, 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 Everett's legal team.

Just a small part, focusing on the bribery charge.

Okay, what about it? Guy tried to bribe me and be in charge of 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. Okay, there's no need to make

this personal. I'm just doing my job. No, it is personal, because you were

hired because we're friends, and that friendship just ended. Damn. 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.

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 going to 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.

Okay.

I appreciate you coming off the injured list to help out today.

I was scheduled to return next week anyway.

Pitching to get back into some trouble. Trouble?

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

Yes, sir.

I know I was skeptical, but this mobile watch command office is pretty damn

sexy. I guess it'll be yours soon enough. The task force ending, I assume

you want your job back.

Closing up the task force is going to take months.

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

I should ask you to step in while you're planning the wedding. In that case, I'm

happy to help out.

Does everyone in the station know I'm going to propose?

I heard only three separate sources.

Great. Which means you've got to pop the question ASAP.

So what's the plan?

There is no plan.

I don't want some big Instagram ready production.

Find the right moment and I'll ask.

Tim, this is the story you're going to 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 because it came from my

crackerjack 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.

Lucy does love the beach.

The waves remind her how we're all interconnected.

Sure. And also, it's pretty at sunset.

Alrighty, almost to the bridge.

Trouble? Maybe.

All you responsible bogey, get me eyes on that plate and run out the horror

hole.

All right, here we go.

Set a perimeter.

Protect the prisoner at all costs.

Yeah, I can do that right now. Yes, sir.

Hey. How did Everett escape? He had half the cops in the city escorting him. 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. Look, no worries. I've got this handle, 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 T.

and it is rapidly becoming standing room only in here.

Okay,

look, stay here, keep everything locked down. Do not call me unless there is a

fire, okay? Literally.

Yes, ma'am. Yes, sir.

Let's go.

I didn't do nothing. Hey, man, calm down.

I got a puker.

A little help here? Where did this man draw?

He's our friend. That's how you found him.

Oh.

All private planes grounded between here and Mexico and put Border Patrol and TSA

on high alert ASAP.

They found the chopper in the van at an empty construction site in Sorrento

Valley, and the two correction officers were hog-tied in the back. Now,

according to them, a dozen identical switch cars came to meet them.

They're playing a shell game. Yeah, which makes the bolo for the making

model useless.

My guess is they had a second set of switch cars waiting nearby.

Hey, I'm gonna... You all right?

Sorry, yeah.

I'll be right back.

Tim. Ah!

Oh, God.

You good? Yeah.

Okay, I just ordered a mandatory emergency call back. I couldn't see

another way to keep patrol running with the search ongoing. That's great. Okay,

what are you doing?

I thought I'd drop something in the shop.

Something more important than the international criminal on the loose?

No.

I do have a few calls that I have to make. Okay, okay.

Any news?

No, not yet. Listen, I have a favor to ask, and it's a little bit delicate.

Of course.

Okay, you know how I put Lucy's engagement ring in my pocket this

morning? Yeah, well, I can't find it. And you think you lost it here?

I'm hoping. It should be pretty easy to spot. It's pretty shiny. Yeah, so is the

12 pounds of broken glass scattered everywhere.

Right. Okay, but if it's here, I will find it.

Question, though.

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'd say it's a gray area. It's not really part of the criminality that

it's inspired, but if it ends up in that evidence locker, it'll be there for

months, if not years.

Right.

Okay, how about this? If I find it, 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 really appreciate this. You got it. Oh, um, can I bring Selena 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

her. Will do.

What's going on? Uh, funny story.

I can't help you. Were I in any way completely with Mr. Evers' 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 an attorney-client privilege by betraying

and protecting 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 will be able to walk

away with either their badge or their pension.

Mutually assured destruction.

And what's 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 you 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.

Ken Buxey just pulled that name out of his ass.

I don't know. He's rattled.

There's a chance he might be for real.

Come on.

Guns? Yeah.

Guns!

Got the gun?

Got the gun!

Got it!

Requesting R.A. to midwilter station.

Multiple GSW victims.

Ken, are you okay? Yes, ma'am. Okay, good.

You 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 Everest surveillance drone, he

agreed getting it to Tech Squad was the priority.

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? Because 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 gut. It's flight controls, image stabilizer, GPS.

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

Kind of what you'd guess, Spork.

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 Blesso shot?

Hall is in surgery, and the prisoner died in the ambulance.

All right, everybody, listen up.

GPS from the drone that Nolan and Watt has 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.

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 about astern, 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 annoyed.

What are you doing here?

Coming with. You're going to need a medic, and I'm not taking no for an

answer.

Now, let's 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 going

to 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.

This doesn't seem real.

But it is. The situation might be unique.

But the moves are the same. It's a tactical infill. 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?

Non-existent.

You really aren't that glass-half-full kind of guy, are you?

I'm a realist.

Okay, realist.

What are the odds we even pull this thing off?

Let's get going.

Why can't you just lie?

Thank you. Thank you.

Just be careful.

I will.

We'll make up.

No effort.

Yeah, I got yours.

Oh, all right.

autographed

Don't move. Get on the ground.

Get on the ground. Do it now. Keep your hands where I can see them. Where's

Everett? Hands on your head.

Where's Everett?

Found the nest, but it's empty.

I got eyes on the prize.

See, Dad, he's got about seven unfriendlies with him. I need backup.

Copy. Moving to you.

Hey!

It's only your hands.

Down. Get to 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.

Make your way out the starboard pilot door.

Copy that. Be back now.

Clear. Copy. You got it now.

Go. You sure? I got it.

We'll be right back. We'll be

right back.

We'll be right

back.

Officer coming in.

So, what's the verdict?

Sit down.

So, scrub 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 stick-up 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 with 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. What about me?

You are in the clear.

Is that it?

What, you want an apology or something?

I'm out.

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 I 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 appreciate it, Detective Harper.

Dash?

What? Oh.

Hey.

Sorry, I must have fallen asleep. 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.

Well, 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, it felt really nice.

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

Funny.

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 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 a man's heart on an

empty stomach.

Yeah, that sounds right. Thanks.

Who are you guys?

Covert Ops?

Romantic Escapade?

Fight Club?

A little bit of each.

Yeah. You do lead an exciting life. Yeah, a little too exciting.

You know what? It kind of just breaks my brain sometimes when I think about the

guy I used to be back in Foxburg.

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 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 run that one more

time? Yeah.

What was the first part?

I started listening at sexy better.

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. Sam?

Go. Now.

Who are you talking to?

Mailman.

Did he give you some mail?

That's what we were talking about.

What? Listen, you know, 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. Let me get you. Okay.

No.

I really take for granted how close we lived to all of that.

Yeah, I was surprised you suggested it.

I thought you hated the beach.

What?

Well, 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.

You have healed me in places I didn't even know were broken.

And 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?

Thank you.

What?

Keith Everett says

payback is a bitch.

Damn it.