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Suspicious death
of Lieutenant Paula Cooke

on a humanitarian ship. She went overboard.
Nobody knows how or why.

I'm taking Naomi
to my parents in Kent.

It's safer
than the other alternatives.

Darin Collinsworth
had financial records

from Eternal Hope's
missions overseas.

My team found evidence
of missing money.

Captain Granger. Welcome aboard.
Nancy McLane.

I'm the medical director for Eternal Hope.

What the hell is this?

That's my
goddaughter, Donna.

I'm keeping an eye on her while
her mother's out of town.

She's a traveling nurse

in New York
helping with the surge.

Three crew members appear
to have COVID, which means

the entire ship was exposed,
including us.

I'll tell you
what I could really use.

A refrigerated truck for the overflow.

I'm on it.
This...

It's the ship of the damned.

Gonna retrace her steps.

You think something's missing?
I wouldn't be surprised.

Anyway, we're stuck here.

What else are we gonna do?

Damn it! It's empty!

Someone! Over here!

I got you!

You good?

Yeah. You?

Like I said,

ship of the damned.

Hey, Gregorio.

You know I'm right.

All right, Captain says they
got this under control.

We should head up now. All right.

What's up with your buddy?

Starting to think

he's the only one on this
ship who makes any sense.

Come on.

Any structural damage
to the ship?

Only cosmetic.

Which means
we're completely safe

except for the murder suspect
and the virus.

What was destroyed in the fire?

Pretty much all of
the soft medical supplies

on the cargo deck:
Gloves, gowns, masks.

Bad time to lose PPE.

Especially since donating them

to first responders
in New Orleans

is the reason Good Hope
turned around

in the first place.

You thinking arson?

I'm trying to avoid
leaping to conclusions.

Well, you don't think someone
set the fire intentionally?

Oh, no, I totally think
someone did it intentionally.

I'm just worried that
I sound paranoid.

It's not paranoia
if it's true.

Ha. You sound like Sebastian.

Lieutenant Cooke was killed
on that ship

to cover up something
having to do with Eternal Hope.

Well, maybe our suspect

was trying to destroy evidence.

Or some crew member was
trying to force you back

so that they could
get off that ship

before they contracted
the coronavirus.

Ship of the damned.

What's that mean? Nothing.

It's my new motto.

Well, it may be very accurate.

Listen, I think
it's too coincidental

that you and Carter were
on your way to the cargo deck

when that fire started.

You think we were the target?

I don't know,
but it goes without saying,

but I'm gonna say it anyway,
be...

Be careful.

I get it.

Please don't tell me that
you've been breaking into

the walk-ins of the restaurants
that closed.

Well, technically,
that's exactly what I've done.

But only with permission.

Rita.

Oh, looks like
I picked the right spot

to wait out the apocalypse.

Well, look, who made it
down here.

Uh, I got tested
before I left,

but I don't have
the results yet. I'm sure you're fine.

No, you want me to be fine,

but you don't know that
and neither do I.

So, for now, let's just

be cautious.

I missed you.

I missed you, too, Dwayne.

How are Jake and Sarah? They're good.

They're hunkering down
with their father. Laurel?

Still in New York.
Still safe.

And Mena?

Saw Mama last week.
She's doing... okay.

But the facility Ison lockdown now,

so I can't visit her
with her Alzheimer's.

But no one's sick there yet,
so...

Thank God.

Let me help you get
your bags upstairs. Oh, uh,

you've got your hands full here, it's okay.

I'll, uh, just drop
my stuff and, um,

and come back to help.

Oh, I cleared out some
drawer sin the bedroom.

Oh, that's so sweet,
but I'll be in the guest room

until I get my results.

And no arguments.

You know I'm right.

Ooh, guest room.

That's a tough break, brother.

Refrigerator truck's
almost full.

Parish is looking for another one.

Oh, man,
they're getting younger.

30 years old.

Unlucky enough to catch COVID
and have asthma.

He didn't go to the hospital

because he didn't have
insurance.

You're exhausted.

I'm angry, Sebastian.

Well, I-I can't do anything
about your anger,

but I can at least remind you
to take a break.

Maybe eat something,
take a nap, get a Xanax.

I don't know.

I've got papers to complete.

Well, look, I'm gonna
take care of him.

Will you please just
take care of yourself?

At least for a few minutes?

Ah...

Excuse me, ma'am.

You're clearly someone
who cannot help me out,

so just get out of my way.
Ma'am. Ma'am!

This is restricted.

You need to listen to me or
I'm gonna freak out here.

Ma'am, I will forcibly remove
you if you don't calm down.

Okay, I don't think any of
that will be necessary, Nigel.

What's going on?
I told this woman

she needs to put on a mask
and wait outside.

I'm not going anywhere
until I find Aaron.

Okay, let's start with this
first: What is your name?

Alyssa Martin.

Okay, Ms. Martin, I am Dr. Wade.

This is Deputy Chase Nigel.

And we are in the midst
of a public health crisis.

So for everyone's safety,
you must wear a mask.

Thank you.

Now, who is Aaron?

My brother.

Aaron Martin.
I don't think we have

anyone with that name
who works here,

but we have a lot of extra
help, and if you would just

wait outside...
He doesn't work here.

I think he might have
been brought here.

I see.

I just need to find my brother.

Okay. I'll, uh,
take it from here.

Do you know when
your brother died, dear?

A few days ago, at St. Tammany.

Oh, St. Tammany. He wouldn't
have been brought here

unless it was
a criminal investigation.

It was the virus.

You should talk to Jerel Milton.

He is the pathologist for St. Tammany...

I already spoke to Dr. Milton.

And the health administrator,
and a dozen other people.

No one knows where
my brother is.

He just had a cough...

a week ago.

But it kept getting worse.

We didn't know what it meant.

He thought he could
muscle through it.

But he couldn't breathe.

So I drove him to the hospital.

He went in, I parked my car,

but they wouldn't let me
go inside with him.

He just disappeared
into the ER, all by himself.

He died alone.

Please...

Please help me find him.

There it is,
right on the ground.

You see how the burn pattern
shoots out? It indicates

some sort of flaring,

like you'd get with
an accelerant.

Also, it looks like
the surface of the fire

was really hot;
That's not typical.

What did you say burned?

Containers of PPE.

Okay, so fabric kindling.
That explains the heat

and why it spread so fast.Yeah.

Your arsonist picked
the spot on purpose.

That's the theory, but why?

A fire on a ship like this
rarely destroys it,

unless explosives are involved.

Could be this was supposed
to force you to shore,

Or hurt you,
or slow the investigation.

Yeah, Pride was worried
about that, too.

And as much as I appreciate
your collective concern,

it's a pretty poor
murder attempt, no?

Okay, but even if you
weren't the target,

tell Carter you guys should
sleep in shifts tonight.

You're a real Sally Sunshine.

Look, I'm just saying, you know,
maybe you guys can have, like,

a Four Horsemen of the
Apocalypse thing going on.

Virus gives you plague.

Anchored at sea,
that could be conquest.No.

Fire is definitely war.
There's only famine left. I'm done now.

Bye, Sebastian.

I was gonna hang up on you.

If you're only gonna
pretend to go to school,

at least do me the courtesy and
hide your screen when I pull up.

I was just taking a break.

You been looking at shoes for an hour.

And you know that because?

'Cause I married your computer to my phone.

Why aren't you in class? What's the point?

The point is learning. I'm not in school.

I'm definitely not learning.

I'm on a computer with teachers

who don't want to be here
any more than me.

At least they show up.

Because they get paid.

What am I getting out of it?

A future. You don't get it.

I been working toward my future
since I was four.

Accelerated classes,
extra credit.

Taking summer school so I could
skip grades, but for what?

To graduate, to go to college...

But there's not gonna be
a graduation,

or a prom, or even a college
to go to next year.

I've sacrificed
everything

for a future that might not
even exist anymore.

Baby, you can't give up.
You gotta keep going.

Even if it look like a lost cause.

You fight.

Even you don't believe that.

Oh, Lord...

She's right.

You don't think
she should fight?

Of course I want her to fight.

But it's hard to argue
the bright side of this.

Donna's the smartest girl
I've ever met.

She's never acted
like this before.

I promised her mama
I'd look after her,

but goodness grief!

Yeah, it's not so easy, right?

Look... parenting is

ten percent knowledge

and 90% determination
just like most things in life.

Aw, damn it. What is it?

Darin Collinsworth died
this morning in ICU.

Oh, there goes
our whistleblower.

And any chance
of questioning him.

Look, I don't mean any
disrespect to the dead, but it's

possible this guy could Bethe
land-based leader of...

what it is we're trying
to get to the bottom of.

Absolutely possible.

Our only way of getting
to the truth is

through the files
he left behind.

You learn anything more?

Mystery cash payments
that turned out

to be bribes
to foreign officials.

And a page of
strange numbers

buried within
the files themselves.

Okay.

What do they mean?

No idea.

Serial numbers or... a code?

How do they connect
to Lieutenant Cooke's death?

I found several of the same
numbers in a cloud account

connected
to Lieutenant Cooke's phone.

So she was in contact
with Collinsworth?

Not directly.

But he did receive
a call from the ship

the night before she died.
Lasted about ten minutes.

I didn't think anything
of it before because

Collinsworth had several calls
from the ship.

What's different
about this one?

This one was made at 4:00 a.m.

I already told
Mr. Martin's sister, I just...

I just don't know
where the body is.

Let's be clear.

It's not just
that you don't know.

You lost him, Jerel.

Just wait a minute...

Look, I understand
you're under stress.

There have been so many deaths

and they just keep coming..

There's no time to process
them all because it's nonstop.

But I took my lunch break,

I went over all the forms,
and he's just not here.

He's there. He died there.

And setting aside
all human decency,

this family is going to sue you

and the hospital.

You have to make this right.

I can barely keep up
with the new bodies.

Yesterday three got dropped
off in the hallway

when I went to give a hand in the ICU.

I understand. It's...

You don't, Loretta.

Folks here who are dying?

We're the ones that call
their families for them.

We put the phone to their
ear just so they can...

Just so they can say goodbye.

Yeah.

You're providing real comfort.

One man asked me to sing him.

"Amazing Grace."

And I... couldn't even
remember the words.

It doesn't matter...
You were there.

That matters.

Tell you what, uh...

Send me a list
of the funeral homes that

picked up from the hospital
since he died.

I'll track down Mr. Martin.

That's not your job.

It hardly matters.

You just take care of yourself,
Jerel.

Yes, ma'am.

And we'll figure
this out.

You be safe, okay?

Darin Collinsworth is dead.

And he was our one link to why
Lieutenant Cooke was murdered.

I'm sorry his death affects
your investigation,

but Darin was a friend.

He has a family
that's grieving his loss.

Yeah, well, Lieutenant Cooke
has a family, too.

And while we're clear
on why Collinsworth died,

it's not so clear who murdered Cooke.

We're as much
in the dark as you.

I'm not so sure about that.

Collinsworth said
that your company was

responsible for Lieutenant
Cooke's murder and others.

He knew something and chose
to come to me about it.

We've given you access
to everything.

Held up our entire operation

during a pandemic to help...
What more do you want?

How about clarity on what these
numbers are for a start?

What are they?

I was hoping
that you would know.

Well, we don't!

All we know is

a ship full of protective gear

we were donating to hospitals

was destroyed and 20 people
on our ship are sick.

Many of them will die.

I got people on that ship, too!

But many more
will die here because

you kept us from docking!

- Jason, that's enough.
- Stop talking.

Look...

we're all on edge.

But we know you're
only doing your job here.

I'm trying.

Send us a copy of those numbers,
and we'll take a look at it.

Full cooperation.

What is this?

Some sort of applicator.

Found at the flashpoint
of the fire.

It's too burned up
to tell what it's for.

Nah,
that's easy.

It's from a bottle of piston lubricant.

That's a bunch of crap!

The only other thing
that comes in a bottle like

that on a ship is ketchup.

You don't know that for sure.

All right, well, let me tell
you what I do know for sure.

The sun sets
in the west.

When my left knee throbs,
there's gonna be a storm.

And that is an applicator
for piston grease.

Engineer sauce.

You're out of your mind.

Hey, this isn’t a debate.

'Cause you know I'm right.

These fools

got our ship
grounded with their

sick friends, then tried
to burn us to hell.

Come say it to my face! Gladly!

Hey, take it easy!

No, I don't have that luxury.

I got a wife and kid back home
that I'd like to see again.

And I'm not gonna let these
lower-deck jackals screw it up!

You son of a bitch!
Stay where you are, everyone!

Guys, there's a virus
on this ship!

Keep your damn six feet!

All right, all right, you
can let go now, sweetheart.

Okay. So, is he right?

About the piston lubricant.
That it's like ketchup?

Sure, goes
with everything.

Well, then that means

anyone could've gotten access
to a bottle.

Three days ago, I would've
fought you on the idea

that anyone in my crew had
anything to do with this.

20 years at sea,

never had a crew
as anxious as this.

I wish I could help, Dr. Wade,

but we haven't seen
Aaron Martin here.

Did you talk to Park Haven's?

I believe
they contract regularly

with St. Tammany hospital.Yes.

I tried Emerson'’s, uh,
Brighton and Sons,

Running Springs
and, uh, Winston'’s.

Mr. Martin was never in their care.

These are
extraordinary times and

I must confess we have
not been at our best.

Our crematorium was out
of order for a few days.

Couldn't get it fixed and we
were unable to get the word out.

Clients continued
to arrive and...

needless to say,
the situation was...

very upsetting.

What happened?

An angel came

by the name of Dr. Jones.

He brought a van,

took possession of bodies
not yet registered.

And then?

Found homes for them.

I'm sorry.

You gave them
to a complete stranger?

And does this angel have
a phone number?

Let me get it for you.

I think Patton and I have some insights

on these numbers that
Collinsworth left behind.

How'd you pull that off?

Patton ran the numbers

through an algorithm
and a bunch of other words

I don't understand.

Fair enough.

So these digits scribbled here

in the margins all represent

coding associated with actuarial tables.

All coinciding
with statistical analysis

of cause of deaths in foreign countries.

Cause of death, like murder?

Like freak accidents, uh,
rare diseases, suicides...

Uncommon occurrences,
which led me to wonder

if these other numbers

might be connected

to official documents,
like hospital records.

Or death certificates? Only one

so far... an aid worker

in Equatorial Guinea.

He works for Eternal Hope.

Murdered? Afraid not.

Natural causes is
all we know so far,

but we have an embassy employee
looking for a hard copy,

which actually isn't
as easy as it sounds.

All good?

Uh, yeah, it's...

it's Naomi, she keeps sending me pictures

of the great time she's
having with her grandparents

and I keep smiling and acting
like it's not killing me.

I know you wish
you could be there.

Yeah, but...

I'm not and she's safe
and this is

as good as it's gonna get.

For now, Hannah.

For now.

I'm done being told what to do 24-7.

You're being
absolutely insane...

Still, in these dark days,

it could be worse.

And a future full of consequences.

You could be dealing
with a teenager.

You're being
real ridiculous.

Oh, you're the Genghis Khan
of ridiculous.

Hacking my computer,
micromanaging

every part of my life.

I told your mama
I'd look out for you.

Well, you're doing it wrong.

Why? 'Cause I ain't being
the cool Uncle P?

Buy pizza and
play video games?

This ain't Saturday
night babysitting.

It's not babysitting at all!

I'm not a baby!

And you haven't been cool Uncle P

since I was ten.

You can insult me
all you want!

But you ain't going out
in them streets!

My mom wouldn't have a problem
with what I'm doing.

Long as I keep my GPA,
which I have... just ask her.

I would, but she's busy
saving lives.

She's always busy.

Where you think you going?!

Home!

You're not going home alone!

Then I'll stay with my mom.

Where, in Queens?

Or I'll get my own room, I
really don't care how it works.

Long as it's away from you.

Liquid soap!

Three boxes, 24 bottles each.

This doesn't look like it
came from restaurants.

Oh, no, we expanded our reach.

Rita figured we'd contact
the supply company directly.

Paper goods and disinfectant,
personal hygiene products.

I would kiss you
if it was authorized.

Well, don't let me stop you.

Results came in?

Never been so happy
to fail a test.

Ah...

So the suppliers donated all this?

No, but we got it at cost.

Rita's a monster negotiator.

I knew my lifetime
as a litigator

would pay off someday.

You make yourself indispensable,

I won't let you go back to D.C.

Well, what if I didn't?

Well, I figure the Justice
Department would track you down.

They got whole agencies
dedicated to finding people.

I, um... I resigned, Dwayne.

When you invited me
to shelter here,

I decided not to put in
for a vacation,

and just quit.

So don't freak out.

No, I'm not freaking out. I just...

You-You're giving up
your career?

My career has been pushing
paper for the last two years.

I mean, I felt more useful this
morning than I have in months.

And I'm not saying I'm gonna
stay in NOLA forever.

That's, um,

that's a you and me, um,

conversation. Kind of a quick

conversation...
Oh, Rita!

I heard you were back.

Hi.Welcome.

It's-it's nice to see you,
Hannah.

Yeah. I'm negative.Oh.

Hey.

I interrupt something?

Maybe.

Whatcha got?

Six death certificates
from that list of numbers.

All from countries
Eternal Hope ran missions.

All medical professionals
who died from the very disease

their ships were sent in
to deal with.

Well, frontline workers
are always at high risk.

What makes these deaths different?

Those actuarial tables
I told you about...

Statistically speaking, these
people should not be dead.

Eternal Hope
provided them

with top-of-the-line
PPE and equipment,

yet they died at five times
the rate of baseline.

Almost like the equipment
wasn't working.

Maybe that fire on Good Hope
was set to destroy evidence.

And Lieutenant Cooke was killed
because she found it first.

The people at
Eternal Hope died

from respiratory illness,
like MERS and TB.

The fire in the cargo deck
started in the N95 storage area.

We thought it was just highly flammable,

but maybe the masks
themselves were the target.

Can you check the manifest and
the lot numbers on those masks?

Yeah. You got an angle?

Darin Collinsworth had a box
of N95 masks

in his apartment.

I thought
he might be stockpiling them.

Maybe he was holding themas evidence,

proof of bad product.

Sebastian is examining
those masks.

If they're faulty,
he'll find out.

All right.
Let us know when you know.

It'll give us a reason
to leave our berth.

I bet you're going a little stir crazy.

Nah, it's all right.

Carter here is a
dreamy roommate.

He's quiet, polite.

Complete opposite of Sebastian.

I won't say a word.
No, please, tell him.

I miss making fun of that
little googly-eyed teddy bear.

Why are you not
in the house?

Forgot my keys.

What's that grin about?

You've been on your own
for two hours,

and you can't get
in your own house?

You here to give me
another pep talk?

Some single-serve
wisdom, tell me about

faking it till I make it
or stiff upper lip?

No, Donna.

I'm gonna keep it
real with you.

You're right.

The world sucks right now.

Everybody's finding it hard
to deal with.

I have plenty of practice

being upset
with the way the world works.

But dwelling on it never
helped me sleep at night

or get up in the morning.

So I don't.

That's it?

That's the wisdom?

That...

and your keys.

Left 'em on my desk.

Oh, man. You know,
I remember when you was born.

How cute you were.

I couldn't believe your mother asked me

to be your godfather.

I had nothing to offer.

But all I can do now
is make sure you know

you are not alone.

Be good.

Dr. Jones?

Who's asking? I'm...

Dr. Loretta Wade.
I'm the coroner

from Jefferson Parish.

Didn't mean to
startle you.

I'm-I'm just tired.

Too much coffee.

I'm Larry Jones.

Old habit.

How can I help you, Dr. Wade?

Do you... do you have
bodies you need help with?

No. Looking for one.

Well, that's new.Yes. The family's suffered

a great deal wondering
what happened to him.

I think you might know.

And so you tracked me
all the way down to...

I don't even know what parish

I'm in right now.St. Helena.

How'd you even find me? I pinged your
cell phone.

I wouldn't have had to
if you'd answer your phone

or check
your messages.

My battery's dead.

And I've been...

I doubt you care what I've been doing.

Bodies have been disappearing
all over southern Louisiana.

I actually do.

I'm a teacher.

Mortuary arts.

On the first day

of every class,
I write "dignity" on the board.

'Cause everybody
deserves dignity.

And the idea of people being left in...

morgues, hallways, trucks,

it-it's not... right.

So I've been offering to move bodies

that can't be accommodated
properly where they can.

With dignity.

That's honorable.

Doing what little I can.

But I've kept good accounting of my wards.

I apologize
for thinking so ill of you.

Do you like Emily Dickinson?

No.

I keep mumbling the words to 479

as I drive around.

"Because I could not stop
for Death..."

"He kindly
stopped for me."

She wasn't talking about us.

I'm not sure anymore.

Some days...

I feel it's like death's sitting
in my passenger seat...

smiling.

I see him, too.

Hovering near the ceiling.

Too many. Too soon.

So... What was that name?

Martin.

Aaron Martin.

N95 masks

are made from electrostatic
non-woven polypropylene fibers.

Layman's terms, Bill Nye.

Well, they're very small fibers

that filter out
very small particles

and protect the wearer
from viruses and bacteria.

Which is good.

Yes, but these masks we found
are plain old polyester.

They looked good, probably had
a nice fit, but, uh, they're

the medical equivalent of
wearing a Grateful Dead T-shirt

on your face. Well, what would they cost
to make, versus the real ones?

Oh, a fraction.

So maybe someone at Eternal Hope
was buying the counterfeits

and skimming the extra.

I'll contact the manufacturer
and find out.

What the hell?

What's happening?

I don't know.

Sebastian, you know what to do.

Yeah. Okay.

Let me in there, damn it!

What the hell is going on here?

He's pulling up the anchor.

Gustin.

He's taken control of the ship.

Well, does he even know what he's doing?

He operates cargo cranes.

No idea if he can pilot a ship.

How'd he get in there alone?

He rushed in,

told us there was an accident:

Container came loose,
someone's pinned underneath.

We rushed out, and he
locked the door behind us.

He's gone crazy.No. He
thinks the ship is doomed.

His family's waiting for him on land.

He just wants out.

Is there any way
I can talk to him?

My phone's at the table.

Okay. Uh...

Is this your number?

Yes. Is there any way through

or around this door?

I'll talk
to the engineers.Great. Thank you.

That ship of yours was loaded

with crates
of counterfeit N95 masks,

responsible
for at least six deaths.

Seven if you count
Lieutenant Cooke.

It's not possible.

None of our employees would
put people’s lives at risk.

These masks cost a fraction
of the real thing.

Someone made money.

The people who work for us

are trying to make
a difference, not money.

Well... you know as well as I do
that sometimes

good intentions break down.

So, who asked for a raise

and didn't get it?

Or complained about unfairness?

Who threatened to quit
over some injustice,

but then didn't?
I'm telling you,

our people aren't like that.

And I'm telling you

the evidence says otherwise.

Your ship is in trouble.

There are sick people on board.

My agents are on board.
So stop messing around,

and start cooperating.

Okay, I believe
this conversation is over.

We're going to consult
with legal counsel...

It was me.

What? This is my fault.

Jason...

The masks, Lieutenant Cooke...

I'm responsible for all of it.

It doesn't work like that.

I know you weren't on board
that ship.

I know you didn't kill
Lieutenant Cooke.

Still, uh,
we're done here.

I'm calling counsel.

Come on, pick up the phone.

Um...

I just want to talk to you.

This isn't gonna get you
home to your family faster.

I figure I got a better chance
this way than waiting to die.

Right. Or you could kill us all right now

by ramming us into an oil tanker.

Four more crew
got sick last night.

You don't want to be here
any more than I do.No.

I don't.And even if by some miracle

you were able to steer this ship to land,

there'd be no port
that would let us disembark.

I just want to go home!

Gustin.

What's your kid's name?

Sophia.

It was my mother's name.

That's beautiful.

I want us all to get home.

I want those guys in
quarantine to get help.

I want to change my clothes.

And I really don't want
to see you go to jail.

For Sophia's sake.

I'm definitely going to jail.

No. Not yet.

You didn't set that fire.

You didn't get the-the sailor
killed.

Yeah, you're acting like a jackass,

but if you open that door,

we'll write this one off.

Open the door for the captain.

Shut it down.
All right, come on.

Go take a rest.

We'll hash this out
later, Gustin.

Yeah, it's all right.
It's all right.

Come on. Go.

Not exactly The Caine Mutiny,
huh?

Whew.

It's okay. It's all right.
Be calm. Don't say anything.

Lawyers will meet
you at the jail.

Make sure those people
on the ship are okay.

And everyone upstairs! I got it handled.

You didn't have to send the FBI.

He would've surrendered.

You just humiliated him
in front of everyone.

It's just the beginning
of what he's gonna face.

When the media gets ahold of this...

Humanitarian putting thousands
at risk with bad PPE.

It was clearly a mistake.

He had no malicious intent.

Well, I'd venture to guess
that he had no clue

what was going on at all.

You told me Mullins'
passion for the mission

sometimes got in the way of good sense.

I think that this is one of those moments.

What do you mean?

He's falling on his sword here.

To protect the organization.

His people.

Makes me think...

he didn't know anything
about it.

Jason Mullins is
the best man I know.

Well, that's easy to say
when he's the one in cuffs.

Mullins is a crusader.

He's out there looking for
the next big outbreak.

He doesn't sign checks.

He doesn't lease ships.

And he certainly doesn’t order supplies.

That would be your job.

Those masks...

I didn't know. You knew.

You just didn't want to believe
that anyone would get hurt.

The masks were supposed
to be just as good.

That's what
they told me. Well, who else knew?

Besides Lieutenant Cooke.

We needed the DoD
contract to go through.

I told her how
important it was.

I didn't realize she'd...

she'd...

Which "she"
are we talking about?

Are we gonna do this dance again?

Because I don't have time
to answer your questions.

Oh, you have time.

The other doctors
are gonna cover your shifts.

Where'd you get
your mask?

Out of the supplies in cargo?

Or you got a stash
of the good stuff?

I don't...

Be thoughtful
about what you say here.

Every word counts.

You're never gonna believe me,
but it was an accident.

An accident?

You accidentally chased
her to the top deck

and brained her
with a wrench?

By the time we knew
the equipment was faulty,

it was too late.

I tried to explain it to her, but she...

She was gonna ruin everything
we’ve worked our lives to build.

So you killed her
to keep her quiet.

No.

I didn't mean to hurt her.

I didn't mean to hurt anyone.

You know what?

You're right.

I don't believe you.

I don't know what the family’s
wishes were for Aaron,

but the funeral home that received him

cremated any unclaimed remains.

I'm just glad to have him back.

Just so you know,

there was no ill intent.

The folks did their best under
very difficult circumstances.

They were all good
and kind people.

So are you, Dr. Wade.

Without you,
I might never have found him.

It's a blessing.

It's a blessing for me, Alyssa.

There's not much I can control right now.

I'm glad I was able to help.

You know,
my brother was a good man.

He had a lot of
living left to do.

It's not right he's dead.

It's not.

I pray this ends soon.

That's what
I'm praying for, too.

Congratulations!

So how's Naomi doing over
in England?

She's having a good time.

She learned to sheer a sheep.

Whatever that means.

It means the smell
of wet sweater on her hands

ain't going away anytime soon.

I guess it's good to know
where your clothes come from.

Ryan thinks they're gonna be
here in the next couple weeks.

Oh, here they come,
here they come.

Hey! Hey!

Congratulations, Donna!

I did it! I did it!

Yes, you did, baby girl!
Yes, you did!

Wouldn't be here without you.
I love you, Patton.

Oh, look at you.
You got something in your eye?

Nah, it's just...

I'm so proud of her.

I never realized how much

I missed having her around.

I don't know how you do it.

What choice do we have?

So, how many more days
you guys have left?

Like, three?
Yep.

Actually, three days,
12 hours and 15 minutes.

But who's counting?

I'll barely leave this place

with my pension intact.

Little tip, kitten:

Never play gin rummy
with a former Marine.

He's robbing
me blind.

I'd go easier on you if you'd
pick up after yourself.

Oh, my God.

This is the first guy I've met

who's a bigger neat freak
than you, Sebastian.

I just like a little order
in the chaos.

Right? Yeah.
That's how I feel.

Except she's, like,
particularly messy.

It's, like, her superpower.

Yeah. All right!

Enough comparing notes.

Uh, so you guys need anything? Yeah.

I need that gallon Ziploc
of red sauce in the freezer.

I want to make a special "coming
out of quarantine" dinner.

Right...

You ate it? Well, I...

You know, I didn't know if
I was ever gonna see you again.

I thought
it'd be what you'd want.

Hey.

You make a list,

I'll order the ingredients.

We can make it together.

Okay! That's fun.

I don't like this, what's happening here.

I'm jealous. Nah, baby,

you got nothing to be jealous of.

I could never live with this guy full-time.

He's got a thin skin for teasing.

You know, sometimes,

she can be downright mean.

I will lose my edge

if I'm not giving someone
a hard time.

All right, well,
I will see you guys

in three days.

Bye, kitten.

If this doesn't end soon,

all of New Orleans
is gonna have scurvy.

No, you're right,
you're right.

Yeah. Okay.

Be safe and well.

What?

DOJ's gonna miss you.

You've made the pandemic...

bearable.

So, uh...

if you're open to it,

I'd like to make this
a permanent situation.

I'm an attorney, Dwayne.

You're gonna have
to spell that out for me.

Even when the pandemic is done

and there's no pantry

and we can go back to normal...

Whatever that means...

I want you here.

With me.

I mean, o-only if you want,
of course.

There's no pressure.

And if it feels
like it's too...

I want.

♪ Amazing grace

♪ How sweet

♪ The sound

♪ That saved

♪ A wretch

♪ Like me

♪ I once was lost

♪ And now

♪ I'm found

♪ Was blind

♪ But now

♪ I see.