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Good morning.

You weren't kidding when you said we were riding in style.

Don't get too excited.

Comfort is not a word used to describe military transport. The good news is

that the hop between Vegas and Los Angeles takes about an hour or so.

That's fine. With Bailey in D.C., there's not a lot to rush home to.

My first wife, she used to say that distance, that's just a test to see how

far love will travel.

That's poetic.

Yeah, I know. Of the three of them, she was my favorite.

Ever give you any grief after I left the takedown?

No. For a master of the universe slash merchant of death, he's been pretty

circumspect about the possibility of life without parole.

Oh, here they come.

Marshal Wilcox? Yes, sir.

FBI Supervisory Special Agent Matthew Garza.

John Nolan from the LAPD. Kip Wilcox. We appreciate the ride.

I'm going to need to check out the aircraft before we start the transfer.

Lead the way.

Captain Will Larson.

Co-pilot, Katrine Chapman. Any weapons on board?

No, sir. We stripped down to the bearish times we'd like to have. What about Wi

-Fi? That we have.

I'm going to need both of you to secure your weapons before the flight.

I'll lock them away and set the free flight checklist.

I can't imagine military aircraft is standard fare for the Marshal Service.

It's not, but this isn't a standard transport.

Toxic mold at the local Supermax forced the Marshal Service to transfer most of

its inmates to other facilities. Today, I am moving the worst of the worst to

California. Why is he filming?

Ah, just for internal training purposes. Don't worry, we'll scrub you out. Bring

him!

Dominic Bozak, otherwise known as Fracture for reasons you can imagine. He

was enforcer for Croatian organized crime.

Killed at least a dozen and has said a word in over a decade.

Geraldine Gage, five years ago, a piece of rebar went through her skull in a car

accident. Destroyed the part of her brain that handles self-control.

She went from a church-going good girl to a monster with literally zero self

-impulse control.

Turns out little Miss Gage had been repressing a hell of a lot of violent

tendencies. Darren Fletcher.

The infamous Captain Cannibal is the host of a popular children's program

until the neighbor's golden retriever dug up a foot in Fletcher's backyard.

Oren Majoke, South Sudanese national, led a crew of bank robbers who blew up

an armored car killing five.

Extended his murderous streak in prison where he killed one inmate and blinded

one guard.

Now show me yours.

Heath Everett, no cute nickname, born into generational wealth.

He played soldier long enough to make all the right connections to launch a

private military force, and he sold his mercenary services to the worst

countries on Earth, where he and they have been accused of multiple war

crimes. I'm assuming there's no caviar service on this flight?

Sorry, I think your caviar days are a little behind you. I'm not so sure about

that. All right, let's get this moving. Hold on, we're waiting on one more.

You weren't the only last minute call.

Escape prison out of California, got nabbed last night trying to rob a gas

station. Oscar something.

Son of a bitch.

Oscar Hutchinson.

Well, damn.

I don't know who looks worse in this moment, John. Me for getting pinched

during a two-bit robbery, or you for losing me in the first place.

Hey,

so I think we should stop taking Kodro to daycare.

Because he wants us to stay here and have a dog walker. He wants a dog

walker. He's fancy.

Really?

He told you that? Yeah. I mean, with his eyes.

With his eyes?

Yeah.

He can't stay home.

Why? None of our things will be safe. He ate my last PlayStation.

He knows how to get your attention.

Jenny said I'm sorry.

For what?

Mom. Hey.

Hey, Timmy.

Oh, it's so good to see you.

Yeah, I thought you were staying with Jenny.

I was, but she was worried that you'd feel left out because I never stay with

you. That was so sweet.

It sure was.

Anyway, she's so wonderful.

My mom.

Hi. Hi.

Who are you?

Oh.

Hi, I'm Lucy Chen. It's so nice to meet you, Mrs. Bradford.

Are you one of Tim's co-workers?

Um, yeah, among other things.

I'm sorry, Lucy and I were dating.

Oh, okay.

That's nice.

Yeah. I'm going to go get my luggage.

Your luggage, yeah.

You didn't tell your mom about me?

Well, do you know we're not close? I told you that. I don't talk to my

parents at all, but I dropped them a line when I moved in with... Someone? I

was going to tell her. I just haven't gotten around to it yet. We started

seeing each other three years ago, Tim. Yeah, but then we broke up, so I just

didn't want to upset her.

Mom, let me help you with that.

Thank you.

How'd it go?

I don't know anything, but the hearing was very serious, and I feel like the

punishment will be, too.

Again, I'm truly sorry I had to report you. It's fine. I screwed up, Wesley.

Not you.

The threat that I made against Liam Glasser was inappropriate.

And if my words lead to his acquittal and he hurts someone else, then it

doesn't matter what IA does to me. I don't know if I can live with myself.

Well, I've got the perfect activity to help distract you. I don't think

anything. Oscar Hutchinson with Cotton Vegas.

He's being remanded back to L.A. on Nolan's task force flight. Hey, I wanted

to tell her. Sorry. Felt like I needed the win more than you.

Fine. But only because you're the one Oscar stabbed.

We're going to meet them at Elliot and take the worst person in the world back

to prison. Love it. But first, let's get some popcorn.

You call her every other weekend, you know?

How... How did I not come up?

We don't talk about personal things.

Like, at all? Does she know that you and Isabel got divorced?

Yes.

But... I mean...

She's a little sketchy on some of the details.

Which ones?

The drug addiction?

The getting fired?

The cheating on you? The year-long disappearance?

That little thing where she, your wife, got shot in the head?

Yeah, all of those.

What? Tim.

Yeah,

go ahead.

Yes, sir.

Where are you?

Running a little late. What's up? Guards is bringing our latest task force arrest

back on the military transport.

Should land in 90 minutes at LAX. I need whatever assets you can prepare to help

the feds cover the security from there to the federal courthouse. You worried

something might try to set him free?

It's on my mind. The man has his own army.

Well, I'm different than a commercial flight. Yeah, well, military pilots

don't have to worry about customer satisfaction.

What's the matter, John?

Not a fan of roller coasters?

I don't sulk.

Force a guy to dig his own grave one time, he holds it against you forever.

Try making someone eat their own eyeball.

I never cared for eyeballs, but maybe I never found the right recipe.

Hey, Bigfoot, where do you land on munching eyeballs?

I think he likes you, John.

Don't blame him.

You're dreamy. I wish you could choke me for a minute. Everybody shut up.

Now. Better yet, choke that guy into a coma.

I know you.

I doubt it. Oh, we've never met.

But you and your army kid family members of mine in Juba left their bodies to rot

in the front.

The devil is waiting for you.

I just pray I'm the one who sends you to see him.

All right.

It's all hands on deck. Everett's private military is rumored to have

broken two kingpins out of jail.

We'll have to assume they'll pull out all the stops to rescue the boss.

Great. I'll just supervise all of Mithwilshire while you play action hero.

I think what she means is we're happy to help any way we can.

I know what she means.

Hey.

Hey. I know we're not allowed a drink on the job, but after going back to prison,

that calls for champagne.

No, that calls for fireworks and marching band.

I'll get Wesley on it.

Sense a little tension with Tim?

His mom showed up on our doorstep this morning. His mom, who I have never met.

His mom, who clearly didn't even know I existed.

What? That's... I know. No, but seriously, that's... I know.

And somehow, she seemed to have no idea that Tim got divorced because his ex

-wife was a full-blown drug addict at the time and disappeared from his life

for a full year while they were still married.

I mean, we have established his poor communication skills.

Yeah, but this isn't the same as playing things close to the vest, you know? How

do you keep all of those things a secret from your family?

I mean, my mom knows a very curated version of my life, but that's insane.

Curated? Mm-hmm.

When you got photographed on that hijacked bus, you bought every copy of

the L.A. Times within five miles of her house, and you interrupted her Internet

service.

That's different.

I don't want her to worry.

Maybe Tim was saving you from her.

Is his mom a nightmare like Nolan's was?

No.

At least, not that he's told me.

Then again, clearly honesty and mom aren't exactly going hand in hand right

now, so... Call Opus. They're BFFs.

Yeah.

What's up?

Uh, hey.

What do you know about Tim's mom?

Not much. I met her maybe twice. Why?

Tim didn't tell her about Lucy like anything about her or why he and Isabel

split up.

What? That's weird.

Yeah, I know.

Why? I don't know.

I mean, he won't give me a straight answer.

I'm tempted to call her myself.

No, no, no. That's a bad idea. Never get between a man and his mother. I tried

that with Donovan and his mom and we almost got divorced.

Wait, I thought you did get divorced.

Yeah, but not because of that.

Family drama is always thorny, but what we all know is empires will rise and

fall in the time it takes Tim to handle it.

If you don't want to be explaining to your kids why grandma doesn't know their

names, I say you talk to her.

Don't listen to them, Lucy. They live to meddle. Then all of your lives are

better for it.

7 out of 300, I have an in-progress reckless driving near your 20. Gotta go.

Control, you got any more details for us?

from multiple RPs that appears that he's only making left turns.

I'm sorry, left turns?

Affirmative. I traced his route, and it's all left.

Okay. Where exactly is he now?

You sure about this?

Ye of little faith.

Oh, what?

Okay.

Oh!

Driver, shut off the engine. Get out of the car.

Put your hands up.

Center yourself on the vehicle right here.

That's good. You stop right there.

Okay.

Steal the car?

No, I just bought it. Really? You look 12.

That's ages. I'm 18. I just have a baby face.

Okay, well, I'm assuming that your baby face doesn't have a license since you

seem to only be able to turn left.

I have a learner's permit, but I haven't actually taken a driving lesson yet.

But you bought a $200,000 Lambo?

Cash money, hot day.

Sorry, I'm nervous. Driving was super stressful, and now two pretty cops are

chatting me up.

Am I in, like, actual trouble?

Yeah, your body cam wasn't on.

Thanks.

So what's the deal with you and Officer Honk?

Well, we go way back.

I keep trying to get away from him, and fate keeps bringing us back together.

I don't believe in fate.

But then again, as someone with zero self-control, it's hard to believe the

universe is anything but random like me.

I'm bored.

Did you really eat someone?

Hard to multiple someone.

I bit someone's tongue off once.

Terrible kisser. All I tasted was blood.

Problem? Just made a slight course change.

That's probably nothing, but I'm going to check it out anyway.

What's going on? I don't know. Captain just passed out.

We need to put down ASAP.

Breathing impulses flow.

The pupils are dilated. This is some form of narcotic. I need to call the

tower, get permission to divert to Bakersfield. Oh, no, no, that's a

negative. We are 30 minutes out of LAX. She can make it. It's not an OD. What

are you, a doctor? She needs medical attention.

This flight is full of highly dangerous prisoners, okay? So we are not deviating

from the flight plan for any reason. This is my aircraft. If I say we land,

we're landing. What is going on here, huh?

Why are you so upset?

What's really going on? Nothing.

She needs help.

If you don't understand, I have to land at Bakersfield. Everett's people got to

you, didn't they?

No. Yes, they did. What did they do, huh? Buy you off, huh? Or did they

threaten you in some... They have my family.

Okay, listen to me. I understand your situation, okay?

But I'm going to be straight with you. Your family is dead without my help.

There's no way that Everett's going to let you walk away from this, okay? So

just give me the gun so I can help get your family rescued, okay? I can't.

Everett's connections run deep inside the military.

He has ears and eyes everywhere.

Yeah, but he doesn't have ears and eyes inside the LAPD. Now give me the gun

before it's too late to save your family.

Give me the gun, Captain, now!

I'm sorry. I didn't know what else to do. Save your sorries for later.

Hey, everything okay?

No. You got someone you can trust in the state police?

Yeah, Kate Mackey's good people. What's up?

It needs to be close hold. There is a team of black-off mercs stationed

somewhere outside of Meadowsfield Airport.

Everett compromised our pilot to get him to put down there, but before Sadie's

going to make a move, I need you to mobilize SWAT to rescue our pilot's

family who are currently being held hostage in Monterey Park, okay? Send me

the details. I'll have Bradford put it together.

He'll keep it neat to know. Good. We knew Everett had resources, but for his

people to be able to turn all this around in eight hours. I know. It's

sobering. And it's clear that he's got a plan B ready and waiting, okay? So we

need to double our security presence at LAX. On it.

7 Lincoln 100, go to channel 21.

Go for Bradford.

You in the shop?

Head to LAX. You asked for personnel.

Figured I'd send you the best.

I need you to reroute and coordinate with Metro.

We have an active hostage situation in Monterey Park.

It's connected to the current office?

Yeah, Pilots family. So it needs to happen ASAP and be kept very quiet.

Details to follow.

Your family's safe.

Oh, thank God.

Everything okay?

No.

Everett leveraged our pilot.

Metro just rescued his family, who was being held hostage. And I got state

police chasing down a team that Everett had staged from Bakersfield.

All right, look, a gun is a recipe for disaster with these guys, all right?

Give me that. I'll lock it up. How long until we land at LAX? Uh, 20 minutes.

Is she okay? Yeah, I just... He drugged her coffee with the sedatives. She'll

wake up in an hour or so. What am I going to do with the pilot?

He still needs to help us land this thing. And I have faith that Captain

Larson here is going to do the right thing by us, right? Now that his family

is safe, right?

Yes, sir.

Good.

We got this.

Everything good?

The pilot's been compromised. Book ours to handle it. We land in 20.

Problem?

Nothing we can't handle.

Love the confidence.

Okay, that was not cool.

I know. I'm sorry. I just couldn't handle her constant judgment of my

parenting. And you thought sending her to me was the solution?

Well, why not?

It's been ages.

Plus, in her mind. You are the handsome, successful son, and I am the daughter

who can't get her life together.

Because I set boundaries.

You set a barbed wire fence in front of a field of landmines in front of a moat.

Come on, you know how mom is. When you told her about your divorce, she

couldn't get out of bed for a week.

Look, there have been a lot of upsetting things in my life she doesn't need to

know about. Yeah, but a lot of good things, too.

Ah, mom's calling.

I don't have time for this.

If you have time to talk to me, you have time to talk to her.

Answer it.

Hey, mom.

I'm working. Everything OK?

Yes, yes.

Just a quick question. I was tidying up around the house, doing some laundry.

And I couldn't help but notice the girl that you're seeing, Linda.

Lucy. Lucy.

Does she live here?

Yeah, she does.

So this is serious.

Very.

Why didn't you tell me?

Mom, I'm sorry, but I got to go. We'll talk tonight.

So how exactly does an 18-year-old afford a Lamborghini?

I'm a businessman.

I am.

I provide IT services for my dumbass neighbors.

One of them pulled me out the bed yesterday, desperate to have me set up a

Bitcoin wallet for them. Had a huge payday coming in last minute.

Sounds super legal.

What do I care? He offered me 10%. Of how much?

Five mil.

Why don't you tell us more about this neighbor of yours?

Hey, South Sudan.

Say that little prayer now.

Be time later.

Not a good time.

Hey, somebody on your plane is dirty.

Yeah, we know.

Pilot, we got it handled. No, no, it's the U.S. Marshal, Kip Wilcock. He just

received a massive thick point transfer this morning.

Wilcock!

Where's the gun stay? In the back!

We're going down. I repeat, we are going down.

That's a prayer.

Let's move.

Hey, dumbass.

You should let us go.

Shoot him. Think about it.

The entire law enforcement community is about to descend on this place.

You really want them all chasing you?

Or would you rather release a bunch of chaos agents, help split their focus?

All right, do it. Come on. Let's go. Let's go.

Bye John.

I hope I never see you again.

Pilots, you're back? No.

Come on, let's get off this thing. Come on.

Let's go, let's go. Come on, come on.

Watch this way. Watch out.

How

bad

is Nolan?

I don't know yet.

Pilots managed to put it down in the river, but I'm not sure what the

casualty rate is.

Thank God. You two okay?

We'll live.

But there are five dead on that plane and multiple prisoners on the loose,

freed by Everest mercenaries. They got away in two black SUVs, so clearly

they're going to switch cars at some place somewhere.

Okay, who are the other escaped prisoners?

Croatian enforcement named Bozak, Captain Cannibal, Geraldine Gage, and...

Don't say Oscar.

And Oscar.

Luckily enough, all the prisoners were outfitted with a GPS wristband. Which

they immediately took off. Absolutely.

But at least the data should give us the direction of escape before they did.

Attention all units, this is a citywide tactical alert.

Garza, I need an immediate federal command center set up to coordinate a

manhunt. Okay, should we hit the streets and freelance or focus on individual

prisoners? I mean, I say we do both. Every unit, choose an inmate to become

an expert on maintaining flexibility.

Agreed. We'll take the Croatian enforcer, have a good CI on the inside.

We'll take Geraldine. All right, I'll take Captain Cannibal and Oscar.

You sure you're up for it?

100%. All right, you'll ride with me if I can keep an eye on you. Plus, I need

someone to drive while I coordinate the response.

Garza and I will keep our focus on Everett.

Over here.

Tim, one last thing.

I want you to put your military hat back on for me, okay?

How does Everett play this thing out?

Well, it's a binary decision.

Run or hide. I mean, clearly he's got almost infinite resources, which

strongly suggests he'll run, get out of town as fast as he can. But that comes

with extensive risk, given the massive amount of state and federal resources

mobilized to catch him. You think he'll go to ground?

It's the unexpected play.

I have to imagine he has a safe house in L.A. he can use. What do you think? I

think he's never believed himself to be the smartest guy in every room. So,

yeah, he's going to get a big kick out of lying low in style while hundreds of

cops run around in the hot sun looking for him. It's a good call.

Hey, lovies. It's your girl, Micah.

First of all, I really appreciate all of the feedback about some of my content

coming across as privileged or out of touch.

And that's why today during my hydrafacial, I held space in my heart

for all of the people who don't have access to facials.

And now I'm grabbing a bite to eat.

Wait. Ew. Oh, my God. Look at this feral woman.

She looks so ridiculous. I can't believe she's out in public like this.

Oh, my God. Give me your sweatshirt.

I'm sorry. Are you High Key DeLulu?

This is an exclusive collab.

And they didn't pay Uggo Normies to wear it. They paid me to wear it. So, you

guys. Oh, my God.

I love rainbows. Are you talking to all these people?

Yes, they're my followers.

What are you doing?

I want followers.

Will you be my followers?

You are crazy. She's crazy.

I was found mentally competent to stand trial.

Don't please.

Oh, my God.

Are you kidding me? She's so crazy. I found Geraldine.

She snatched a girl's phone during a live stream.

Oh, can you tell where they are?

Looks like the...

Rice Balls of Fire food truck? You know that one? Yeah. See if you can find out

where exactly they're parked today.

Oscar's GPS bracelet was cut off five minutes ago, ten blocks from here. And

Captain Cannibal's was cut off in the same place.

They're traveling together and they're headed our way.

7 Adam 100 reports of two men in orange jumpsuits stealing clothes on East 12th

and Maple.

That's gotta be them.

All right. Control, we're five blocks away. Shows responding.

Some days are lucky.

For me, I mean.

You seem to be having quite the unlucky streak, John.

The lock gate.

We'll have it opened.

You'll be in cause.

Well, that may be so, but you guys have bigger fish to fry.

Captain Cannibal just went in that church over there.

You seem kind of hungry.

Reason over, Oscar.

No problem.

I got him to knock.

All right, I have to focus now, which is kind of hard for me, but...

Check the feed.

Thanks.

I owe you big time.

Bozak's been in jail for so long, most of his crews have been killed or

imprisoned, but there's an old safe house still operating in West Adams.

Let's go check it out.

You can't beat yourself up. No?

Watch me.

We knew, right? We knew that Everett had almost infinite resources.

went the extra mile on every aspect of our security protocols.

Sometimes you just get outspent and out-hustle. The only thing that matters

is running him down quickly before anyone else gets hurt.

I assume you're monitoring the phone network? Of course.

But if we use it to grab Everett, we are going to risk burning it as a resource.

Isn't that tomorrow's problem? No, not when tomorrow we might be able to use it

to thwart a terrorist attack or stop an assassination. No. Then we figure a way

to cooperate the information we get from it. We could have gotten it from any

alternative source.

We got to try.

Elena, I want real-time surveillance on the network, okay?

Focus it on Everett.

No, I know, I know, I know. Just do what I say, okay?

Show us code 6 at 27th and 10 Wood.

Angela,

are you okay?

I will be once we get this beast in handcuffs.

Senator Bozak, in custody code four.

Send additional units and an RA.

We're landing in position now, Lynn, okay? Wait on my call.

Is everyone in place?

Yeah.

You sure this is going to work?

If we have to go in and get him, it's going to be a bloodbath. It'll work.

What Elena's going to do is reach out to confirm that address is one owned by a

shell company. We know every controls. Once that happens, you're going to get a

heads up. They'll all bug out, assuming we're miles away from here.

True, but they are all armed for war and willing to fight.

That's why we brought the sound cannon.

Elena, make the call.

Hands where I can see them. Damn.

Okay. Okay, no need to shoot. I give up. So get up here.

Get in front of the truck. Get your hands on the hood.

Didn't think we knew about the tunnel to connect the building, huh?

Relax, relax. I just want to make you an offer I don't think you're going to want

anyone else to hear.

Save your breath.

I don't take bribes.

Ten grand is a bribe.

Ten million is a lifestyle.

And ten million more if I'm still free in a year.

Not interested.

You really should think a little before you speak, Sergeant.

This is untraceable money in a Cayman Island account. All you have to do is

let me walk out of here.

You tell them I got the better of you and escaped, and then you go from

Sergeant Bradford, poor person, to George Clooney on the Amalfi Coast.

And I can trust you'll just pay me after I let you go?

That's insulting how stupid you think I am.

No, what's insulting is that you think 10 million means anything to me. That's

a parking ticket.

I'm worth billions.

What means something to me is my word.

That you can take to the bank.

Along with the 10 million.

Here's the thing I've written.

I'm a simple guy.

I like where I live and what I do.

I don't need that kind of money. I don't even want it.

I'm maintaining my integrity.

That's priceless.

You're making a mistake.

I make them every day.

Yeah, well, trust me.

This mistake will come back to haunt you.

You have my word on that.

Where are you building, Geraldine?

My friend Marsha's house.

It's where I wished I lived when I was little. Why?

My house was small and noisy.

I got punished a lot.

Control, we're code six at home. We park.

Eyes on fugitive Geraldine Gates. I'm back up.

She has a knife. Yeah, no, we see it. We're not going to let her use it, I

promise. Hey, can everybody get back, please? Yeah,

we're going to do this really carefully.

I can ask my mommy if you can come over and go in our pool. We have a slide and

a diving board.

No one likes to show off, Riley.

I haven't been swimming in forever.

Oh, hey, sorry, we're not actually here for you. We're here to take the girls

for ice cream.

Yeah!

I want ice cream.

Oh, I'm sorry. You can't come with us because you're holding that knife.

Hands behind your back.

I really wanted that ice cream.

Uh, you know, maybe we'll stop by a drive-thru on the way to the station.

Aw, thanks.

You want to ride in the back with me and make out?

There is... Nothing like a day in the job to remind you how quickly life can

change. Seriously.

I mean, Geraldine became a completely different person in the blink of an eye.

I mean, I'd say she became her true self, you know, without all the filters

and restraints that we all put on.

Sure, but those filters and restraints are necessary.

Society falls apart without them. I agree, but you can't tell me that most

of those restraints aren't driven by a sense of fear.

You know, fear of being judged.

fear of failure.

I don't know. Maybe the world would be a better place if more of us stood up and

spoke out.

Some of us.

If some of us spoke out.

Like your boyfriend.

Oh, I totally forgot about that.

His mom is in our house.

What are you going to do?

I should let Tim handle it.

I know, I know.

I can't believe Oscar got away.

I don't want to talk about it.

Papa.

You got a minute?

This is it, isn't it? IA's decision came down.

Yeah, we should probably go somewhere private.

Nope, just tell me now. Am I out?

No.

Thank God.

But you have been removed from the detective bureau.

What? Starting tomorrow, you're back on patrol duty.

For how long?

Tell Fred to notice.

Is this a demotion? No, no. No, you're still a detective. You'll just be back

in uniform.

Hey, this is a test.

Keep your head down, and I mean way down.

Don't give him an opportunity to kick you off the force for good.

I understand.

I'm sorry.

He's right.

You'll get through this.

I'll help you.

Does that mean you'll get back in a uniform with me?

God, no.

Let's get cleaned up and find the fanciest restaurant in town to drown our

sorrows in so the husbands can watch the kids.

Timmy, is that you?

Um, no, Mrs. Crawford, it's me.

Tim is still finishing up at the office. It's been a busy day.

It's all the news. Is everyone okay?

Mostly, yeah.

Can I help in here?

Yes, please.

You can help me chop those vegetables. Yeah. Please call me Joy.

Okay, I will.

You know, I'm glad that it's just the two of us.

Yeah?

Yeah, because I want to apologize for this morning.

That was fully Tim's fault.

Oh, I don't think so.

You know about Tim's father.

Yeah, I do.

I'm so sorry. That must have been awful.

Even worse for Tim.

It's interesting. Even as a child, he was a protector.

And the first people he would protect would be me and his sister, right? And

sometimes Tim would jump in, literally.

And he'd force his father to take all that anger and turn it toward him.

And more often than not, I would let him.

You were being abused. You were terrified. That is not your fault.

No, I should have been the protector.

It was my job, not his.

And that's why he doesn't tell me things.

Because he doesn't think I can handle any drama.

So he keeps me from it.

And, you know, I want to know my son so badly.

A mother should be someone you feel safe to talk to. Someone that you want to go

to because you know they'll make things better.

Yeah.

You know, I really think it's possible for you guys to have that relationship

still. But maybe the first step could be, you know, telling him how you feel.

Hey. Sorry I'm late. Should we order?

Oh. Hey.

Hey.

Everything all right?

Yeah, yeah, no, it will be. I'm just gonna... I'm gonna get changed before

dinner, okay?

Yeah.

What happened?

Oh, Timmy.

I would love to talk.

You're gonna get such a kick out of it.

I'm in no mood, Oscar, but thank you for giving me a phone number to track.

Come on, John.

We both know I'm not gonna be anywhere near this phone by the time you get a

warrant and start dragging my location, so... Yes.

Well, I'm hoping you're in hell being flayed alive by cockroaches made of

razor blades.

Wow.

Well, that's both creative and super dark.

No. I'm in the trunk of a car heading into the great unknown.

Remember? Like the one I put you in back in the desert?

Man, in my head, this was a far more satisfying conversation.

Why are you calling me, Oscar?

Well, I just... Are we serious right now?

Is it that today's events have really put things in perspective for me? I

don't like the feeling of shackles on my wrists.

So going forward, I'm going to be a lot more careful now.

Now that I've been reminded how much freedom means to me.

I learned my lesson, John.

You can count on that.

Jim...