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♪ You live inside my heart ♪

♪ Brown eyes in the line of fire ♪

♪ I get worried when you're gone too long ♪

Sorry, did you say something?

No, you just-- you were making a face.

Everything all right?

Yeah, yeah, totally.

It's just, um--well, Rodge wrote a new song about me.

I mean, he's so talented, and it's so beautiful,

and it's all...

- A little overwhelming? - Yeah.

I wish somebody was writing love songs about me.

The three of you are so happy, and my love life

is as cold as a frosted frog.

You're young, Penn.

There's plenty of time to find true happiness.

Yeah, or learn to love being alone.

All right, let's focus.

Just got out of a meeting with the brass,

and everyone is feeling the pinch.

Recruitment numbers are down. Retirement numbers are up.

Bottom line, prepare to work more OT

while the department manages staffing shortages

and we launch this new recruitment drive.

- Oh! - What's going on?

We won!

- Won what? - The lottery!

Shangri-La has been playing every week for 12 years.

We're rich, bitch!

Smitty out.

When did you say this recruitment drive was?

- ♪ I'm gonna win for you ♪

♪ Like I know you want me to do ♪

You should call in sick, hang out with me on my day off.

That would be a bad look on my first day back.

Oh, it'd be fine.

I mean, do you even have an official job yet?

No, and I'm trying so hard to be Zen about that.

My former position was perfect.

It's my own fault for taking a leave and going to D.C.

Any idea what Captain Fossett's gonna give you?

No, we're talking first thing this morning.

So what are you gonna do today?

I'm gonna find out how many naps is too many naps.

My plan is to do absolutely nothing.

Oh, you were gonna fix the drain in the shower.

Absolutely nothing except fix the drain in the shower.

Okay.

Though I know it's not my hair in there.

What was that?

I said, have a good day out there.

Okay.

I'm confused. I just voted for you.

Why are you two going to work?

Shouldn't you be doing the whole last-minute

campaigning thing? - Uh, Rita wanted him to.

But we talked about it, and--

I'm gonna lose. Badly.

Rita gave us the latest poll numbers and then quit.

So rather than waste another minute on a failed campaign

that neither one of us enjoyed for a second,

we are "first day of the rest of our lives-ing" it.

Okay, well, I can't complain about having

my bestie back on the job.

Hey, why don't we do dinner tonight?

Just the four of us.

You're not gonna watch the returns?

No, there's no point.

I love you, loser.

I love you too.

You would have made an amazing DA.

Thanks.

Bye.

Vivian is gonna fire him the second she wins, isn't she?

- 100%. - Yeah.

All right, I'll be right in.

All right.

- What's up? - Hey.

Um, how would you feel about having a small gathering

at your house tonight?

Oh, what's the occasion?

Wesley tanking the DA race.

Is that cause for celebration?

No, but it is a time for friends

to get together and support each other no matter what.

Also, it needs to be a surprise or else they'll just

try and talk me out of it. - Got it.

Yeah, sure, we can have it here.

Great. I will start a group chat.

All right, do you need me to--

and you hung up.

Here's what I love-- the clear amount of industry

and effort that you've put in.

But?

But it is a little, you know, narrowly focused.

Join the LAPD, be a badass hero, protect the innocent.

It's reflective of your lived experience,

but it's not exactly reflective of the multitude

that is the LAPD.

Yeah.

All right, you're in charge of staffing this up.

What? Hold on, no, that's--

I was not trying to--

Mm.

Fine.

Penn, Juarez, you're on a special assignment today.

- What? Penn's still a rookie. - Exactly.

Who better to give insight to a recruit than someone

going through training?

Guys, get started. The paperwork's inside.

- Hey, how's it going? - Good.

Did the brass send you down here to help me

with the recruitment drive?

In a consulting capacity, and only if you need me.

So say you don't need me so I can go back to work.

Ah! - Whoa, are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.

- Smitty. - What?

You quit.

No.

I took an unscheduled day off while I briefly submitted

my retirement papers.

But that's all done now.

Why? What happened?

Oh, they say I didn't kick in for my share of the ticket,

so I don't get my share of the payout.

But I'm always late with my tenner.

They know I'm good for it.

- Ah! - Oh, God, you are not okay.

Okay, Smitty, make yourself useful and get the lieutenant

down to Saint Stephen. - No, no.

I can drive myself. - No, you can't.

But I can call an ambulance. - Or your wife?

We can call your wife. - No, no. Definitely not.

Let's go, Smitty.

I do not wanna hear about your lottery situation.

No problem.

But I do have a teletherapy appointment starting in five,

so you might overhear a bit.

Good morning.

Oh, good morning. Come on in.

Thank you for being so understanding.

I know I left you in the lurch when I went to D.C.

All good.

So what do you have in store for me?

Well, obviously, your old job is gone.

But we do have a new class of paramedic recruits,

and I want you to train one.

You're giving me a rookie?

I am.

Oakley!

- Yes, sir? - This is Bailey Nune.

You'll be training with her.

Pleasure to meet you.

I'm eager to get started.

I've read everything there is to read on triage medicine,

not just in the U.S. but as far afield as Mumbai.

They published a fascinating study

12 days ago on emergency medicine

in high-density populations.

I'm can send you a link.

Do you read Hindi, by any chance?

Or do you need the English translation?

Good luck.

Officer in agony here.

Bed 11.

Oh, hell no. I changed my mind.

I'm fine, I'm fine.

Oh, what is going on?

He woke up with a stabbing pain in his lower back.

And it hurts when he pees.

- Smitty! - What?

I could hear you cursing from outside the station bathroom.

Oh, God.

Wait, you're that doctor.

You're the one--oh! - Smitty!

Get out of here, now.

Back to the station.

Yes, sir.

Good luck.

I'm the doctor that what?

Like you don't know.

I really don't, but you know what?

That can wait till we figure out what is going on with you.

No, I want a different doctor.

I am the only one who's free right now.

I'll wait.

- You sure? - Yeah.

Okay.

Please tell me you haven't napped yet,

and that you haven't forgotten to fix the bathroom drain.

No, of course not.

I, uh, just called to see where you were assigned.

I got a rookie.

I knew you secretly wanted to be me.

I've never trained anyone before.

It's my first day back, and this kid is kind of green.

So are you looking for some tips?

Would you come meet us,

give a first-blush eval and maybe a few pointers?

Yes, of course, but it's gonna cost you.

I should hope so.

I gotta go.

All right, looking forward to--

you hung up as well.

A buttload of hemostatic gauze, as requested.

How can I help?

Okay, uh, watch first.

I like things a certain way.

A lot of people put the first-in bag on the gurney,

but I like it in the outside compartment.

That way I can grab the gurney while you grab the bag.

Smart. - Mm.

You know, in early agrarian societies, they used to--

Let's just focus on modern emergency medicine.

Okay. Yeah, of course.

But I find that understanding the history of things

can give context to modern emergency medicine,

and elucidates the reasons why we do things

the way we do today.

Look, you can spot the losers a mile away.

Don't waste any time with anyone

you know won't pass the physical exam

or the psych eval. - Got it.

Have them fill out a questionnaire,

let them know that we follow up with a polygraph

and a background check.

That'll knock out at least a third of the duds.

Okay, just so I can set expectations, I mean,

what ratio of good candidates to losers should we expect?

Does this background check include Florida?

So I have been arrested before, but I wasn't convicted.

Does that count? - Depends.

What was the charge?

Befouling the punch bowl at a company picnic.

And felony murder.

And I thought to myself, why not take this white-hot rage

that I feel every second of every day

and use it for something positive?

Like curb-stomping violent felons?

Okay, try MMA. Next.

Morning.

Heard about the personnel shortage,

and, uh, well, you guys need cops, and I went back in.

So how can we make this happen?

Where did you go to school?

Johns Hopkins for my master's in neuroscience.

Well, actually, it was a double master's

in that and philosophy.

Okay. Well, when we--

And a PhD in molecular biology at UCLA,

and then I spent a year at Oxford doing medical research.

That was around the time I started to think, uh,

maybe I should have some real-life experience.

Well, you've come to the right place.

Rescue-53, respond to 31488 12th Avenue.

Man in distress, unknown description,

unknown injuries.

And there's no better time to start.

Control, this is Rescue-53.

Show us responding.

Control, this is Rescue-53,

on scene with the distressed male at 12th Avenue.

Thought we'd be doing this over coffee.

What better way to evaluate him than seeing him in action?

- Seeing who in action? - Exactly.

Jace, this is my husband, John.

He's off-duty LAPD.

Nice to meet you.

He looks way more than distressed.

Let's flip him over.

Grab his head and keep him stable.

On three.

One, two, three.

He's alive but unconscious.

Probably from heavy blood loss.

Oh. - Gunshot wounds.

That explains the heavy blood loss.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Easy, easy, easy.

- I'm pushing ketamine. - Relax.

We're trying to help you.

Let's get him to Saint Stephen.

All right. I'll mobilize LAPD.

Radio's in the car.

Oh. - Oh-ho.

Get away from him.

- Weapon? - With the radio.

Please don't hurt us.

Get up, traitor!

He can't answer you. I gave him a sedative.

Then wake him back up.

That's not how medicine works.

And who the hell are you, huh?

I'm a doctor. I'm just doing a ride-along.

We can't stay here.

- Get Isak in the car. - You can't do that.

That'll kill him.

Then get him in the ambulance.

You're gonna keep him alive till we get what we need.

I'm on it.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey. Back up.

They got it.

What do you wanna do with this guy?

I need him. I'm just a paramedic.

He's a doctor.

All right, search him, then let's get going.

Meet us back at the office.

Hands up.

Let's go.

Come on, come on, come on, come on.

Get in.

You know, the history of battlefield medicine

is truly fascinating.

Until about 50 years ago, most major wounds

were guaranteed fatal.

- Hey, do you wanna die? - No, not particularly.

Then shut up and drive.

What did this guy do to you, anyway?

He stole our money.

Isak here was in charge of keeping it safe.

We were supposed to meet, divvy it up.

Now he's stashed it somewhere, trying to keep it

all for himself, but that's not gonna happen.

So this money he stole, I'm assuming you recently

stole it from someone else?

Brink's truck? A bank? What?

You ask a lot of questions, Doc.

Yeah, shut up.

The only answer I care about is,

what exactly is your plan here?

Three steps-- wake the traitor up,

get him to tell us where the money is, kill him.

This man is barely stable.

What happens if the third step comes first?

Then you're dying in this ambulance along with him.

I knew Seth still had dreams of being a cop,

but I did not think he would try again at Mid-Wilshire.

Yeah, well, he thinks he's catching us

at a vulnerable moment.

He's right-- we need cops on the street now,

not in six months after the applicants finish training.

Technically, all he has to do is pass his physical

and he's back in uniform.

The physical is not my concern.

It is everything else.

Listen, Seth has changed.

I know it's hard to believe,

but he's committed to a different path.

You are biased, Penn, because he saved your life.

Guilty as charged, but...

he deserves a second chance.

Hey.

Okay, I'm ready.

Whatever you guys need.

The only way I'll even consider

recommending you for reinstatement

is if you pass a polygraph.

Okay.

Let's do it.

Why are you refusing treatment?

I'm not.

I just saw a doctor who told me I have kidney stones.

Major ones. - I'm sorry.

I heard that pain is excruciating.

Well, while you are being treated,

I am your patient advocate.

So is there anything that you would like me to advocate for?

Yes.

I was severely mistreated by Dr. Ashton.

I want him fired. - Wade.

Hey, you asked.

I will check on you in a little bit.

Luna.

Uh, look, can I talk to you?

Did you and your husband separate because of me?

What? No.

You were something of a catalyst.

Um, I'll admit to enjoying some harmless flirting,

but if I ever gave you the impression that

I wanted anything more--

You absolutely gave me that impression.

If I had suggested over dinner that we check into a hotel,

you wouldn't have said no.

Probably not.

You tell yourself that it's harmless.

But what it is, is selfish.

It doesn't matter to you what the fallout could be,

because you can just walk away.

Thank God I came to my senses.

Okay, we're gonna start with some easy questions.

Please restrict your answers to either a yes or a no.

Is your name Seth William Ridley?

Yes.

Do you live at 3200 Blix Street?

- Yes. - Are you 25 years old?

- Yes. - Okay.

Now, to establish a proper baseline,

I'm gonna ask you the same questions,

but this time, I want you to lie.

Do you understand? All right.

Is your name Seth William Ridley?

No.

Do you live at 3200 Blix Street?

No.

Okay, let's start.

Did you ever tell me that your high school girlfriend

died from a drug overdose?

- Yes. - Was that a lie?

Yes.

Were you in love with Tamara Colins?

- Yeah, I wanted to marry her. - A simple yes or no, Ridley.

Sorry, yes.

Yes.

One year ago, did you have cancer?

I did not, no.

During that time, did you ever believe you were sick?

No.

On the day of the canyon wildfire,

did the National Weather Service call you

about the fire spreading across Eagle Rock Road?

- Do we really-- - Answer the question.

Did you receive a call from the Weather Service?

Yes.

Did you relay that information

to the officers in the field?

He means us.

Did you try to tell us?

No.

- On purpose? - No.

I got distracted, and it was too late to warn you.

I knew that you were pinned down.

That was my fault.

I'm sorry.

But I--I was too afraid to say anything.

No, you lied to cover up your mistake, like you always do.

Yes.

No. Mm-mm.

Not anymore.

He's crashing.

His pulse is weak. He has a pneumothorax.

The pressure is building in his chest cavity.

Hold him steady.

I'm gonna puncture his chest.

If you won't take us to a hospital,

I need to be someplace not moving.

- You need to listen to her. - Aren't you the doctor?

Why is she doing everything?

I'm a radiologist.

We don't have time for résumés.

We need to stop the ambulance.

How long till we get to the office?

We're landing now.

Come on, come on.

I'll get the boss.

Let's get Isak on the table.

Clear it off.

- How's he doing? - Not well.

All the fluid I transfused into him

just keeps coming right back out.

He's running out of time.

How long before your dispatch realizes you're missing?

A few hours.

Firefighters aren't as worried about random violence as cops.

Perhaps it's time to revisit that policy.

I'm dying to know why you brought these randos

to the office and not my money.

Isak took the cash and ran.

We only caught up to him after he hid it,

and he started shooting.

And you shot back?

Before you got my money?

Well, Helms got a little excited.

Hey, we all emptied a clip.

- I told you to call-- - Shut up!

You're making my head hurt.

How bad is our boy?

Critical. He needs a hospital.

Not happening. Wake him up.

Give him the "Pulp Fiction" shot right in the heart.

That shot, epinephrine, would kill him.

No!

I'm only gonna say this once.

You got ten minutes to wake him up so I can find my money,

or I shoot this man next.

Don't. No.

I have to help him or he's gonna die.

That's why I shot him.

Get him talking, now.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey!

Let me triage my rookie, or I cut your guy's carotid,

and you'll never find your money.

Check out "Bourne Identity" Barbie.

What about the Hippocratic Oath?

That's for doctors, not paramedics.

Okay, how about this?

You let her resurrect Isak,

and you let me treat Jace.

Is that okay?

Fine. Viggo, watch him.

If he tries to be a hero, cap 'em both.

Hey, I got you.

You all right?

You know, not really.

Oh, God, that's a lot of blood. - Yeah.

I'm--I'm gonna need some hemostatic gauze on there.

Right, you and me, we're gonna need to work together,

so slow breaths, okay?

All right, you're gonna apply some serious pressure on there.

I might make some noise.

Right. Ready?

Okay. Uh-huh. Uh, I'm gonna pass out now.

All right.

Hey, hey. Forget about the bleeding.

Boss said wake him up.

He's in hypovolemic shock.

His blood pressure has cratered.

He's about to die.

If he dies, we are screwed, man.

If he's bleeding out, give him more blood.

I don't have any.

So unless one of you is O-negative,

the universal blood donor, we're out of luck.

Yeah, no, that's me.

I needed a transfusion after I took one in the leg

on the Long Beach job, okay? They told me I was O-negative.

Perfect. Roll up your sleeve.

- Hi. - Hi.

- I'm here to join the LAPD. - What? Are you serious?

Oh, God, no. I'd make a terrible cop.

Aw.

I came by to say hi, and to see if

you'd had time to listen to the song.

I did. I did.

Oh, I'm gonna go grab a soda. You want anything?

- No, I'm good. - I'll take a chocolate milk.

- You didn't like it. - Are you kidding?

It made me cry the first ten times I listened to it.

But it's a lot of pressure, you know?

Imagine how Mona Lisa felt when Da Vinci painted her.

I mean, everyone constantly judging

whether she was worthy of being memorialized like that.

Wow, yeah, I never thought about it like that.

Thank you for comparing me to Da Vinci.

That's an ego boost for sure.

Okay, I can change it up.

I can add a line about your morning breath

or how you kick me in your sleep.

Okay, I do not. Do I?

No. - Hey! Hi.

I'm here to sign up for a cop job.

You are in the right place.

What drew you to law enforcement?

My boyfriend's a cop, and we don't get to spend much time

together, so I thought this way,

we could see each other every day.

Oh, that's amazing.

You probably know him-- Franklin Rose.

Franklin Rose?

Doesn't ring a bell,

but you've been here longer than me, so...

Well, I don't know him.

But, I mean, it's a big building.

I'll show you a picture.

- Uh, is this recent? - Yeah.

I took it of him last week before he went to work.

Do you mind if I take a picture?

Great. This will help me find him.

Oh, you know, here's an application.

Why don't you fill it out over there while I track him down?

- Okay, thanks. - Yeah.

What's wrong?

The badge is all wrong.

Yeah, this thing is from the 1970s.

Maybe he was just trying to impress his girlfriend.

By committing a felony?

You know, I have heard rumors about low-level dealers getting

ripped off by cops who confiscate their drugs

and let them off with a warning.

Classic dope rip.

All right, I'm gonna need to talk to her.

Not a problem, she's still outside.

We'll go get her.

Hey, did you get everything?

Boy, did I.

You really think he's gonna appreciate us

paying your demotion party forward?

If not, we will get him drunk enough that

he forgets it ever happened.

All right, I gotta go. I love you.

I love you too.

Hey. - Hey.

- Your ears must be burning. - Oh, yeah?

Why?

Oh, well, uh, just, uh--

I was watching a news story about the election.

What's up?

Do you remember, like, a thousand years ago,

when this all started, we talked about doing

an announcement speech to lay out

my full progressive agenda?

Yeah, before you chickened out.

Well, if I'm gonna concede this election,

I want to go out swinging.

I want everyone to know exactly what I believe.

Can you give me an assist?

My speechwriter quit. - Sure.

Yeah, I--I sure can.

You know, how about you follow me into my office?

Step in over here. - Yeah.

What kind of things are you thinking about changing?

I really liked what we did the first time around.

I just didn't get to nail it, you know?

Oh, right.

So what's the verdict?

Well, according to the polygraph,

you told the truth about everything.

Which was unexpected, and proves that

you've made a real effort to change.

Okay, great.

No? It's--no?

Look, the fact that you knowingly

let us drive into danger, failed to do anything about it,

and then lied to protect yourself,

is unforgivable to the department.

Even though I sacrificed myself to save Nolan's life?

What about that?

Does my loss count for anything?

Honestly, it's not enough.

Even if you were to reapply to the FTO program,

I would have to share those test results

with Internal Affairs.

Wait.

So this--this whole thing's a setup, a catch-22?

I lie about the fire, and I fail the test.

I tell the truth and then you're gonna use it against me?

I thought you were giving me a fair shot here.

Look, I'm sorry.

I can see that you are genuinely

trying to be a better person, but there is no coming back

from what you did, not here.

Okay, I understand.

Thank you for giving me the opportunity to tell the truth.

I know that could not have been easy,

given what I put you through.

Oh, man, I thought it would be enough for me

to come in here and to say I'm sorry

and to do the work and not be that guy anymore, but...

I guess I finally understand that there are simply things

I just don't get to have anymore.

There are doors that I closed that--

that I'm never gonna reopen.

Thank you.

Appreciate everything you taught me, I really do.

Good luck, Ridley.

You walk out of here knowing you finally took responsibility

for your actions, and in my book,

that counts for something.

Thank you.

Bad news--there's no cop in the LAPD

with your boyfriend's name.

Check again. He's closed massive cases.

The mayor gave him an award.

I'm so sorry, but none of that is true.

Well, if he's lying, why is his boss on your wall?

You sure that's him?

Yeah, Captain Jennings.

Okay, well, that is problematic

in a whole different way.

Howard Jennings doesn't work here either.

He retired eight years ago.

Keep pumping.

It needs to flow, or it'll coagulate.

Damn, bro, the human body is so cool.

He's stabilizing.

Uh, you might wanna take a look at this.

I think his femoral hyperglobus is exfoliating.

As soon as they find out where the money is,

they're gonna kill us. We need a way out.

Well, you're the forgotten man right now.

So if you see a move to make, do it, and I'll jump in.

Mm.

Hey, Sleeping Beauty.

- Where am I? - You're in hell, bitch.

- Where's my money? - Screw you.

Come on, Isak. You can't take it with you.

Okay, I'll tell you. Come here.

I'll tell you.

I hid it--come here.

Just give him a second.

He's still coming out of sedation.

He's never gonna tell us.

He's just gonna screw us and then die.

I hope it hurts, man.

I hope you're in so much pain

you're praying for the sweet mercy of death,

because it's coming, man.

I don't feel good.

Can you unhook me?

Hey, lady, you might wanna tighten that tourniquet.

- Whoa, whoa, don't! - No!

Where's my money?

You tell me or I'll take a foot!

Hey, what's that mean?

His heart stopped!

Get him back, now!

You yell at him after shooting him,

then you chop his arm off?

What the hell's wrong with you?

I'm getting my money.

I spent six months planning this job.

Yeah, from the safety of this office, while we're the ones

sticking our necks out! - Can we bring him back?

- No. - Then we're out of time.

- Yeah. - Hey, stop arguing!

Get over here and help me. - With what?

To fix your boss's mistake!

I need you to pinch off this artery so I can

give him a shot of adrenaline. - Do it.

Hey!

Get down, honey.

He's a cop!

Stay down!

Did we win?

Yes, we did, because of you.

911, what's your emergency?

This is Officer John Nolan.

I need three units and an ambulance.

Code three, multiple assailants and one

critically wounded paramedic.

Great job, honey.

Uh, I appreciate you coming in

on such short notice, Captain. - Oh, are you kidding me?

The Margaret Hoffman case is the one I can never forget.

If you've got a fresh lead,

I'll move heaven and Earth to help you

bring her killer to justice.

We've got our old files laid out in here.

Let's do it.

Captain, I am Detective Nyla Harper.

This is Detective Angela Lopez.

This isn't about Margaret Hoffman?

No, sir.

I'll leave you to it.

Think you can intimidate me with your little,

uh, setup here?

No, sir. You're a legendary tough guy.

Who inspired loyalty in his men and fear in his enemies.

Who the hell are you to mock me?

Your worst nightmare

is the first thing that springs to mind, but I don't know.

It sounds a little cringey when I say it out loud, huh?

- We'll workshop it later. - Okay.

Right now, we're dying to know what happened to you.

Why cross over to the dark side?

I have no idea what you're talking about, and I'm leaving.

I guess we'll just have to get our answers

from Franklin Rose.

Or the other two felons that you recruited,

Marcus Kennedy and Jeremiah Gomez.

And what crimes do you think these men have been doing?

Well, robbing drug dealers so you can

sell the product yourself. - Hmm.

And before you protest that you've never heard of them,

we have Jeremiah and Marcus in custody.

And they dropped your name the second the cuffs came out.

It's over, sir.

We will be placing you under arrest.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used

against you in a court of law.

You have the right to an attorney.

If you cannot afford an attorney,

one will be provided for you.

Do you understand?

Yeah.

Yeah, I understand.

My entire career, I never once crossed the line.

I was as straight an arrow as you could be.

But my personal life was a bit, uh, more chaotic.

Three wives, six kids?

- Seven. - Oof.

Got expensive.

Got ridiculous.

Credit cards were all maxed out.

I was behind on everything.

You spend your entire career cleaning up messes

desperate people made, feeling superior.

Turns out, we all have a tipping point.

I was just gonna do the dope rips

until I got caught up financially.

I thought, who the hell am I hurting?

Drug dealers?

They'd shoot their mother for a Trans Am.

I gave my life to the job.

I did way more good for this city than the wrong I did now.

Let's go. Come on.

That's Franklin.

Hi.

- Hey, baby. - I hope it's okay.

I wanted to surprise you.

Boy, did you.

They were having a recruitment drive

and I thought, wouldn't it be fun

if you and me worked together?

It would. Yeah, it sure would.

But listen, baby, you haven't actually gone inside

and talked to anybody yet, have you?

No, I waited like you asked me to.

Great. Oh, that is so great.

Listen, so I do have a couple errands I have to run.

Why don't you come with me? - No.

No! Help! - Hey, hey! Hands!

Show me your hands!

Turn around and walk to the glass, now.

- All right. - Turn around!

All right.

Franklin Rose, you're under arrest for felony robbery.

Guys, just let me call my boss.

No need, my man.

Captain Jennings is already in holding.

Let's move.

Kitty. Kitty, are you serious?

I've really got a golden gut, huh?

I wouldn't know a decent guy if he came up to me and said--

Hey, you weren't kidding when you said

you had to go do a thing before we could drown my sorrows, huh?

Mm-hmm.

- Hi. - Hi.

Kitty Adams.

Seth Ridley. Nice to meet you, Kitty.

You, uh, new to town?

You don't really have a big city vibe going on.

In a good way.

Uh, Kitty, I don't think you should--

Why don't you blow off your friends

and have a drink with me instead?

I'll tell you my life story.

Go for it, dude.

Okay.

- What? - Nothing.

Maybe it's such a bad idea, it's actually good.

Detectives from the Pacific Division

have connected our kidnappers

to a bank robbery in Santa Monica.

They made off with over $2 million.

Well, that explains why they were so desperate to find it.

And why Isak was so determined not to tell them.

Well, he took that secret to the grave.

Which means that money's still out there.

Hmm.

Treasure hunt later?

Well, we'd just have to give it back.

Right, that's less fun.

- Less fun. - Mm.

The good news is that I'm alive.

What's the bad news?

Well, all things considered, there is none.

The surgery was straightforward.

And the bullet missed all your major organs.

Oh, thank God.

But this leaves us with the outstanding question--

is this a life lesson or a cautionary tale?

Something tells me you already know

the answer to that.

Oh, cautionary tale all day.

I'm definitely a thinker and not a doer.

Well, personally, I think you would have made

an excellent paramedic.

You have more brain power than this entire hospital

and just the right amount of bravery.

That means a lot coming from the legend that is Bailey Nune.

And your husband's pretty cool too.

- I told you. - I'll keep him.

You know, this reminds me of a fun allegory from Plato.

It's much more compelling in the original ancient Greek--

Shh. I think you should rest.

I'm fine. I'll just catch an Uber.

You will not.

I will drive you to your hotel.

Plus, you promised me that we would have the chance

to really talk, so I am going to

take you hostage until we do.

That's my girl.

For what it's worth,

I slammed the door in Ashton's face today.

Figuratively.

Disappointing.

[Madeleine Roger's "Love Only Grows"

Like I told you before, he was just a temptation,

nothing more.

But it did shake me up a bit.

You have to admit that our marriage has been

pretty static the last few years.

I would have said solid, but I understand what you mean.

I also understand now

that this was more than just a new job for you.

It was the beginning of something.

But my question is, does our marriage have

a part in this new beginning?

Yes.

I just got my head turned around,

and I made a mess of things.

I want us to be healthy again.

I know we can't just click our heels together

and make that happen.

We can if we do it in therapy.

Yes, I think that's exactly where we should do it.

Look, how about if I take you home?

You can sleep in the guest room if you want,

but we can keep talking.

Okay, I'd like that.

You're not getting none tonight.

- I'm just being your crutch. - I'm just saying.

♪ Doesn't know what to do about you ♪

Come here to celebrate the death of Shangri-La?

Not at all.

It's been a challenging day all around.

I wanted to make sure you're doing okay.

Well, thanks, kid.

That's a lot more thoughtful than my traitorous

lottery neighbors have been.

They couldn't wait to get out of here.

I mean, it looks like they bought you

a few things on the way out, though.

Oh, if they think they can talk me out of suing

by buying me barbecues and ice makers,

they are sadly mistaken.

Does that mean that they're up for grabs?

No, I'm not an idiot.

I already sold them on eBay for a buttload.

- Okay. - Since you're both here, uh,

I'm way past due with flushing the septic system on the RV,

and it takes at least three hands.

Oh, we got that--we--

- With the--we gotta-- - We got other plans.

That thing. - That thing.

The thing, yes. - Yeah, that thing. Yep, yep.

Yeah.

You have yourself a good night, okay?

- Mm-hmm. - Okay.

Bye, Mr. Smitty.

Hey, guys.

Thank you.

Early returns are coming in.

Good news?

No, we're getting crushed.

- Hey. - Okay.

So my concession speech is prerecorded,

ready to be released into the world

just as soon as I officially lose.

It's soon, babe.

They're ready to call it. - Mm.

Listen, let us take you to dinner.

We know this great Mexican spot up in the Valley.

Oh, is it Nolan and Bailey's place?

You told.

He saw all the decorations.

What, you wanted me to lie? - Yes.

It's fine.

I can think of no better place to celebrate my failures

than with all of my friends.

♪ You made it to the finish line ♪

♪ And fell down on your face ♪

♪ While everybody watched ♪

♪ You lost the race you tried to win ♪

♪ And you can't even argue ♪

♪ 'Cause you lost by a lot ♪

I did.

♪ You tried your best and you got wrecked ♪

♪ And now you're looking all depressed, oh ♪

♪ You made a new mistake, you feel ashamed ♪

♪ You don't have to lie awake ♪

♪ If you think you're on your own, just come home ♪

♪ We'll be waiting ♪

♪ When you don't know what to do anymore ♪

♪ That's what we're here for ♪

Yeah!

♪ That's what we're here for ♪

Get me a piece to eat.

This just feels weird.

Oh, okay.

Just--well, that's my--okay. - Yeah.

There. - Well, thank you.

They're about to play your speech.

You wanna turn on the news?

No.

No, I think that's in our rearview mirror now.

Well, Vivian was gonna fire you anyways.

Might as well speak your truth.

It felt so good to cut through the noise--

you know, stop playing politics.

It also made me realize how little I'd accomplished

at the DA's office.

I mean, I tried to change the system from within.

But without being the boss, without having that power,

it's a losing battle.

So I think I'm gonna go back

to being a defense lawyer.

I figured.

But there are a lot of cops who are gonna feel betrayed,

like you're siding with the enemy.

Well, there's only one cop whose opinion I care about.

- Oh. - Yeah.

I'm all for it.

Our sex life was unreal when we were on opposite sides.

Yes, it was.

Oh. - Okay.

Mmm.

Okay. Okay.

Here's the thing--

I wrote the song because I think you're incredible,

and because I got really excited

when I realized that Celina rhymes with zebra and subpoena.

Does it, though?

Close enough for art.

Look, I'm sorry that it made you feel self-conscious,

but a song is not a statement of truth.

It's an opinion.

I think you're the most beautiful woman in the world.

That does not objectively make you that.

Okay, well, in case you haven't noticed,

I am a painfully humble person.

I mean, how can I not be?

I'm surrounded by the most amazing people on the daily.

I mean, seriously, take a look at that group

of badass overachievers, every single one of them

a unicorn in their own way.

And you belong right there with them.

I won't be taking any arguments at this time.

Oh, the speech.

Uh, everyone, if you'd gather around, it is official.

Sadly, Wesley will not be the new district attorney.

That's okay.

But, Wesley, clearly everybody in this room

is fiercely proud of you for putting yourself out there

and shining a light on what is wrong with our system

and the ways in which it could be fixed

if we were only collectively brave enough to try.

So we raise our glasses to you.

To Wesley. - Whoo!

To Wesley! - Thank you.

I can't say that it was an enjoyable experience.

But man was it memorable.

We've all gone through so much together this year,

and sometimes it felt like it was more than we could handle.

But it wasn't, because we had each other.

It's safe to say that I have no idea what the future

has in store, but I do know one thing--

we won't be going through it alone,

because we're a family.

So thank you. - Hear, hear.

- Yeah! - Whoo!

- Let's eat. - Please.

♪ When you don't know what to do anymore ♪

♪ That's what we're here for ♪

♪ That's what we're here for ♪

Damn it.