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Okay.

Just keep moving.
Nice and easy.

Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho.

I really thought this year
was going to be different.

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ONE WEEK EARLIER

I'm so sorry. I overslept.
It's okay.

Me and Jee-Yun were just
having some breakfast together.

Pureed pears. You missed out.

I'm sure I will get to see
it in a couple of hours.

I can't believe I slept
through your alarm.

Yeah, I figured that was a
sign I should let you sleep in.

When's your next appointment
with Dr. Bolsaro?

This afternoon.

Then Jee and I are gonna
have lunch with Josh.

All of which you already knew.

I also know you've been
really tired lately,

ever since they switched
you to the duloxetine.

Thought it might
be a side effect.

- Maybe you should...
- Please don't.

Look, I know that you
really want to fix this.

But it's not your job.

You don't need to spend
your time worrying about me.

Making sure you and Jee-Yun
are happy and healthy

is my most important job. So
you can tell me not to worry,but...

I'm not sure I
know how to do that.

I'll... I'll talk to
the doctor. I promise.

Good. Okay. I
should get to work.

You guys have a good
day, huh? Love you.

Love you.

Love you, too.

: Hi.

Hey. You know, it won't
be like this forever.

- It's gonna get better.
- Yeah.

Of course it is.

So it's pretty
serious, then.

I don't know what you mean.

Well, you're
meeting her parents.

We're meeting
everybody. Her parents,

her tíos, her tías, her primos.

Her whole family's
going to be there.

It's a
baby christening.

Which sounds pretty serious.

It's not like it's Ana
and Eddie's baby, Buck.

That's
right, Baby Buck.

What are we talking about?

Ana's sister's having a baby.

Chris and I got invited to
the christening next Sunday.

You and Chris at
the christening?

- That sounds serious.
- It's not.

Not the way you guys
are making it sound.

It's the next step. You know,

she's showing you off
to the entire family.

It's like the opening
scene of The Godfather.

Pretty sure the christening is
the last scene of The Godfather.

You guys'll have a great time.

He's really
looking forward to it.

He even agreed to let
me buy him a new suit.

We tried on the old
one last night...

- Barely made it past his elbows.

I swear that kid's
shot up like a weed.

- They'll do that.
- Last time he wore it,

it still fit him.

That was at his
mother's funeral.

Earthquake alert. That's
weird. You guys feel anything?

Uh, m-mine's a tsunami alert.

- Mudslide warning.

It's like our greatest hits.

- Why isn't the bell going off?

Don't tell us, the bombs
are landing in five minutes.

No.

- Evidently I'm dialing 911.

- Who is this?
- This is 911 emergency services.

Well, I didn't call you.

911. What's your emergency?

I didn't dial 911.
- 911. What's your emergency?

So you don't have an emergency?

People! Do not panic.

I'm being told we
have not been hacked.

The trouble appears to be
with the cell phone providers.

Unfortunately our system has

no way of weeding out
the automated calls.

So if you don't have
an actual emergency,

clear the line so that people
who need us can get through.

- 911. Do you have an emergency?
Come on.

Recalculating...
- Are you kidding me?

Oh, just shut up already!

- Recalculating.
Ma'am?

Are you in need of
emergency assistance?

Wait, w-who's there?

This is 911 dispatcher

Linda Bates and you called me.

Or at least your phone did.
Are you in need of any help?

Not unless you can
give me directions.

- My car's GPS is going insane.
Proceed to the route.

- Not really our purview.
Didn't think so.

- Sorry!

Proceed to the
route. Proceed to the route.

Proceed to the route.

I thought this was
the route, damn it!

- Recalculating. Recalculating.
- Enough!

You are on the fastest route.

- Finally.

- 911. What's your emergency?
- Turn left now.

- Oh, no! Not again.
- Turn left now.

- Turn left now.
- Wait, now?

- Turn left now.

Sinking?

Yeah, I-I went off the road.

Into some... I-I don't
know. Canal maybe?

Are you there?

Please tell me you're there!

I'm here. Tell me your name.

- Kirby.
- Hi Kirby. I'm May.

Have you tried to
open the windows?

Nothing is working.

I tried the door
too, but it's stuck!

Do you have anything you could
use to break the windows?

- I'm not seeing anything.
- It's okay.

Do you remember where you were
before you went off the road?

I was on Willoughby. It
told me to turn left.

It sent me straight
into the water!

I found you. Help is on the way.

The water's getting higher!

Are they gonna get here in time?

Fire and rescue are plan B.

- What's plan A?
- Can you swim?

- What?
- Kirby. Can you swim?

Yes, but I'm still sinking
and the door won't open!

You can't open the door because
the pressure of the water

outside is greater than
the pressure inside.

But it will equalize.

When that happens, you're
gonna open the door

and swim to surface.

I have to
let myself sink?

I'm-I'm going to drown in here!

- I don't want to die!
- Kirby, stop.

- I'm not ready!
- Do not panic.

- I don't wanna die!
- You're gonna listen to me

and we're gonna get you
out of that car. Okay?

Okay, okay.

First, take off your seat belt.

Then, kick off your
shoes. Jacket, too.

Anything that's
gonna weigh you down

needs to go.

Keep your mouth and nose

above the water for
as long as you can.

When the water starts
to cover your face,

that's when you'll take a big

breath of air, as
much as you can.

And then I open the door?

- Just enough to slip out.
- Okay.

The car will fall away from you.

Then, you kick-kick-kick
your way to the surface.

As hard as you can.

You're going to make
it to the surface,

Kirby. Say it.

: I'm gonna make it.

I'm gonna make it!

We got her! We got her!

What the hell is happening?

I have no idea.

Here.
Give me your hand.

I got you.

Turn left now.

- Turn left now.
- Recalculating.

- Turn left now.

Turn left now.

: Turn left now.

Representatives
from GoGo Anywhere

suggested a bug in the
most recent update might be

what caused the navigation
app to malfunction.

Malfunction?

There were accidents
all over the city.

But if I could figure out
what caused it to happen...

Okay.

Hey, I'm still working.

Working or grasping at straws?

It was a bug.

Okay? They'll-they'll put
out an update tomorrow

and it'll be over with.

Not worth wasting your night on.

Oh, is there something I should
be wasting my night on instead?

Ooh.

- I got a few ideas.
- Mm.

I have an idea, too.

- Oh, yeah?
- Mm-hmm.

- Uh, okay...

Thank you.

You said you have the app.

I want to see when
the last update was.

Two weeks ago?

Uh, no, t-that can't be right.

All the accidents
happened today.

They lied.

Whatever happened wasn't
a bug in their software.

So what was it?

It was a ransomware attack.

Now, where'd you hear that?

- She knows a guy.
- You know a guy?

I'm an engineer, Michael.
I know a lot of guys.

- Mm.
- Anyway, this one works at GoGo Anywhere,

and, uh, he wanted to know if I knew of
anyone else who had been hit.

And?

A defense contractor
in Texas. Last week.

And another one in Michigan,
the week before that.

And this is the first time
we're hearing about this?

You also didn't hear about
the other 4,000 cyberattacks

- that happen every day.
- Yeah, but there's backups, right?

You know, redundancies,
firewalls.

Systems designed to-to

help protect us from being
kicked back into the dark ages

by faceless guys
on the Internet.

- Sort of.
- What?

Look, there is no way to
perfectly protect any system.

Right? And most things
in our lives are run on

some sort of automated system.

Banking, supply chains,
the lights in your house,

the water in your faucet.

Someone screws with enough
of those systems and...

people realize that society

isn't as resilient
as we think it is.

My wife. The
apocalyptic doomsayer.

Always a big hit at
the parties, babe.

Oh, you love it.

Okay, I'm gonna need something
a little stronger than coffee.

Anybody up for a whiskey?

Something's wrong with our game.

Yeah. It froze and now it
won't even load at all.

So now
cell phone carriers,

GPS navigation and
now video games?

W-What's next?

The end of the
world as we know it.

Well, if it's gonna end,

I would appreciate
it if it would do so

before 11:00 tomorrow morning.

Why? What's happening tomorrow?

Next case
before the court,

The State of California
v. Jeffery Connor Hudson.

Pretrial motions. Honorable
Judge Priya Atkins presiding.

- Bring in the defendant.

Oh, look. His fan club's here.

We're on the record.

All right, whom do
we have present?

Your Honor, Ken
Decker for the state.

- : You need me to...
- Does the defense need a moment?

Your Honor, the
defendant has informed me

that my services will
no longer be required.

He just fired me.

He intends to represent himself.

- Objection...
- What do you mean, objection?

Settle down. Order!
- This is me trying to get

- a fair trial.

Settle down.

Mr. Hudson,if I do allow you to
represent yourself,

you'll do so with decorum
and you'll follow the rules.

Mr. Decker, I'll hear
what you have to say.

Everyone else, please sit down.

Ms. Risco, for the time
being, that includes you.

Your Honor, this defendant

is charged with
six counts of rape.

Heinous crimes that involved
him stalking his victims,

lying in wait
inside their homes,

and then viciously
attacking them.

In addition,he brutally assaulted
an LAPD sergeant,

beating her nearly to death.

All of these women will be
key witnesses in this trial.

To subject them to being
questioned by their attacker

would be tantamount to allowing
him to assault them again.

I'd like to see
counsel in chambers.

Here you are.

Thanks.

Is he really gonna
get to do this?

Be the one firing
questions at us?

Because I don't think
I can take that.

Which is what he wants. But you
all are stronger than he thinks.

Damn right. You've
already proven it.

So let's just wait and
see what the judge says.

Oh, God, look at them.

So disgusting.

Have you seen their "Free
Jeffery Hudson" Facebook group?

Women like that have something
broken inside of them

that makes them fall
for psychopaths.

Don't look at them. They
don't deserve your attention.

Hey, Athena.

I'm sorry. The judge is
going to allow Hudson to represent himself.

All right.

Remember what we said.
He can't hurt you.

Just stay strong.

Glad to hear
you feel that way.

He also just filed a motion
to suppress all evidence

found at Studio Self Storage.

Those trophies
are all that we have

- linking Hudson back to his victims.
- I'm aware of that. Believe me.

Sergeant Grant nearly gave her
life to get us that evidence.

I'm aware of that, too.
And so is the judge.

She's going to hear
arguments next session.

She's actually
considering this motion?

She is. And
she's allowing Hudson

to call his first witness: you.

This looks

sharp.

I'm not the one that's supposed

to be getting a new
suit today, you know.

- Oh, but you look so good, though.

Let's just try it with a tie?

Sure.

You really love getting
me dressed up, don't you?

And the other thing.

How you
doing in there, pal?

Good.

- Do you need any help?
- I got it!

Let's see.

There's a handsome young man.

Looking good.

As my Tía Pepa would
say... Te queda pintado.

I think I look funny.

Come on, Chris.
It's the third one.

I look terrible.

Why don't we see
what Mom thinks?

Oh. Uh,

I'm not his mother.

I'm... just a friend.

Ah.

Hey, I found this one.

Ah, yeah. Let's see.

She's the godmother.

Her niece is getting baptized.

Oh.
Now it all makes sense.

Eddie?

- Eddie?
Dad!

- Are you okay?
- Dad!

Eddie, Eddie. Call 911!

Well, it wasn't a heart attack.

Thank God.
- Are you sure?

You sound disappointed.

No. I'm just... surprised.

It... it sure felt like one.

Panic attacks can often
present as heart attacks.

That's not
what this was.

It's not possible.
I-I don't panic.

Because you're a guy?

And a firefighter.

Now that's a stressful job.

This didn't happen on the job.

Panic attacks aren't
rational, Mr. Diaz.

But they can be an indicator
of some underlying anxiety.

Have you experienced any
lifestyle changes lately?

Any new stressors?

No. Nothing. It's been great.

Right?

He got shot.

Eddie was shot four
months ago on duty.

He almost died.

The sniper.

He's dead, and I'm not.

I don't even think
about him anymore.

That could be called repression.

Or just moving forward.

Maybe, but I would like to
give you this delightful

and informative pamphlet
outlining what to do

if you start experiencing
symptoms again.

I won't be needing that.

Fine.

I don't panic.

Bye-bye.

Oh. Harry.

What is my little
man doing here?

Uh, Michael dropped him off last
night after you went to bed.

He was missing his mom.

Oh, well, I missed you, too.

So am I gonna get some
of your special waffles?

No, even better. We made
pancakes with cheese in 'em.

- Ricotta.

Ah. Makes 'em fluffier.
- Oh.

I can't
wait to try them.

Cream and
sugar's on the table.

You sit, we serve.

Just like a restaurant.

Come here, you.

Sergeant Grant,

are you familiar with a facility known as
"Studio Self Storage"?

Intimately.

And on the evening
of May 4, 2020,

did you have occasion
to enter this facility?

I did.

And who granted you
access to this business?

No one did. I just walked in.

You just walked in?

With a warrant?

No warrant was necessary.

Really? How's that?

I observed that an outside door
had been suspiciously wedged open,

so I conducted a business check.

Right, right. "Business check."

That's, uh, one of those
phrases cops deploy

when they want to get around
pesky things like warrants.

Prejudicial, Your Honor.

Mr. Hudson, let's
keep it in check.

Did anyone else see this suspiciously
wedged open door, - Sergeant Grant?

- No.

No. Just you.

And did you turn on your
body camera when you entered?

I didn't get a chance to.
I was attacked... by you.

That's your version.

I remember it the
other way around.

As I recall, a lot of people
heard it over the radio.

Oh. Then I'm sure they heard you

identify yourself
as police, hmm?

I followed procedure.

Of course.

Sergeant Grant,

how many times have you been put on
restricted duty for misconduct?

A few.

How about five times?

- I'm good police.
- No. My, uh...

my personal favorite is the time

that you threatened
a teenage girl

you felt was bullying
your daughter.

I felt?

That girl drove my daughter
to attempt suicide.

So you arrested this minor,
and you threw her in jail.

You know, some people might
consider that an abuse of power.

- She had drugs on her person.
- She said they weren't hers.

- They usually do.
- And sometimes police plant evidence.

- Your Honor!
- Mr. Hudson, are we approaching a point?

Given that the state's
entire case against me rests

on this so-called evidence
obtained by an illegal search

by a rogue cop with a history
of misconduct, I would move

that all items claimed
to have been found

at Studio Self Storage
be suppressed

and not considered evidence
in this trial.

Thank you.

All right. Let's
take a recess while I consider my ruling.

You may step down,
Sergeant Grant.

N-A 8-26 heavy fly

heading 085 vector to I-L-S
runway 2-4-Right Approach.

Kona 413 runway 2-4-Left
via Charlie and Kilo.

1701, resequencing
due to weather.

Hold short of taxiway Echo,
contact Ground at 121.65.

You are now ready for
takeoff. Sorry for the delay.

LTY-226, intercept
runway 2-4-final.

- Wind is calm.
- N-A 8-26,

has the Mad Dog in sight.

Expect the I-L-S approach.

Roger, ground.
LTY-226...

LTY-226, repeat.

LTY-226, acknowledge.

- What's up?

Just lost contactwith LTY-226 on final approach.

Transponder and radio
just disappeared.

LTY-226, come in.

It was at 4,000 feet,
nothing near it.

Good. It's just a
glitch. Keep hailing.

- What the... what the hell?

- My screen went down.
- What happened?

- Keep your heads, people!

Liz, call Control
Center in Palmdale.

Tell them TRACON
and Towers are both

at ATC zero with a total
loss of radars and radio.

If it's just us, hand
control off to other towers.

Reroute everyone, no
one in or out of LAX

without further notice.

Mike, Rudy, don't wait. Start
calling other airports...

Burbank, Ontario, Long Beach...
Get them radioing flights.

Prioritize anyone who
was about to land.

Sup? LTY-226 is back.

LTY-226, give me your status.

- LTY-226, come in.

We got bigger problems.

That plane's on a collision
course with the tower.

It's headed right for us.

LTY-226, climb to 10,000
feet and maintain.

You are not cleared
to land. Any visuals?

Cloud cover's at 500
feet. Zero visibility.

We're not gonna see it
till it's right on us.

Sup, there are 239
souls on that plane.

We don't even know how many
other flights are in trouble.

Should we evacuate the tower?

- Should we evacuate the airport?
- No time.

Keep trying. I'm getting
the signal light.

Everyone else, brace for impact.

- LTY-226,

confirm climb to 10,000 feet.

Emergency. You are
not clear to land.

Oh, God. It's here.

LTY-226, pull up and go around!

You are lined up with the
tower, not the runway!

Pull up! Pull up! Pull up!

Brace for impact!
Brace for impact!

There's nothing there.

Sup,

I have Los Angeles Center.

Successful contacting all flights
and rerouting, including 226.

Whatever the system fail is,

it's local to us.

: Oh.

Everyone's in good hands.

See? No reason to panic.

Great job, everyone!

You kept your cool,
you made me proud.

Now let's get IT
up here and see who

kicked a plug out of the wall.

Nick?

He's right over there.

His name is Nick.
I'm his supervisor.

He's been unconscious
for eight minutes.

I can't get a steady pulse.

Got it. We'll
take it from here.

Let's clear out.
Give me some room.

Yo, Eddie, this is the part
where you glue wires to him.

Shouldn't the air traffic
controllers be...?

Controlling air traffic? I was
just wondering the same thing.

Our system's down. Techs
are figuring out why.

Nick, can you hear me?!

- He's in V-fib.
- Damn it.

Come on, buddy. Come on, Nick.

Clear.

Normal rhythm.

It's okay, Nick. Just breathe.

What happened?

You had a heart attack.

You must have a good boss. She
kept you with us until the cavalry arrived.

Hey, you okay?

Don't know. My heart's
racing. I can't breathe.

Am I having a heart attack, too?

Not necessarily. Could
be a panic attack.

Whoa. Guys, we got another one!

This is Captain Nash.

We're gonna need
a second gurney.

Are they gonna be okay?

Both are responsive,
vitals are good.

Hey, Sup, looks like
the system's rebooting.

Everything's coming
back on line.

Finally, a piece of good news.

You lose.

All your systems belong to us.

To get them back,
send $25 million.

Click the link
below.

Karen was right. This
is the end of the world.

When is it not?

We're gonna need another gurney.

All rise.

I knew I turned this off.

Cell phones are to be turned
off when you enter my courtroom.

- Hey, you're not my judge.
- Deputy, what are you doing?

We're in the middle
of a proceeding.

Sorry, Your Honor. The computer
told me to bring him up.

- Must be a scheduling mix-up.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Does someone want to tell me

- what the hell is going on?
- Hold it right there.

I-I don't know, Judge.

All right,

I want this
courtroom cleared now! Now!

No way! I know my rights!
I want my day in court!

- Get them. Get them out of here!

Out!

- Enough! Back up!

Order! Order! Order!

Get off me!
- Oh, my God.

- Get off me!
Order! Out!

Go back! Let's go!

All right,

everybody,please take your seat.

Is the defendant...?

Where's the defendant?

Back up! Step back!

Our system is down!

Come on! Hey!

Go! Go! Go!

Move! Move!

Hey!

Whoa, money!

Check it out!

Hey, hey, hey!

Oh, my God.
Look at all that money.

Hey, man!

Get out of the sidewalk!
Clear, clear, clear, clear!

Insanity.

Hello?

Hey, Maddie. I was
calling you about lunch today.

Josh?

You're not already
on your way, are you?

No. I'm-I'm sorry. I...

I'm running... running
behind schedule. Uh...

- and totally missing my doctor's appointment.
- Oh, yeah.

Pretty sure everyone's gonna
miss their appointments today.

- - First the cell
phones became self-aware, and

then the airport was hit,
and now, it's the apocalypse.

What?

You haven't seen it?

It's all over the news.

Uh, look, Maddie, I'm
sorry. I really got to go.

We'll get lunch when this
thing blows over, okay?

What thing, huh?

Oh, okay.

Atlanta, Baltimore, Boston...
- Okay.

And now Los Angeles has joined

the grim fraternity
of cities held hostage

by sophisticated hackers
from somewhere overseas.

They call it "ransomware,"
and if you don't pay up,

they won't give you
back your systems.

Just ask air traffic
control at LAX,

where for a few
terrifying moments today,

it seemed as if the sky
might actually be falling.

But transportation systems
weren't the only targets.

Chaos spread to the downtown
courthouse...

Okay. Well...

I guess your daddy's gonna
be pretty busy today.

- Dr. Salazar, three MIs.
- Three? Uh, all right.

Uh, exam rooms four through
six. All three get a full panel,

EKG and chest CTs. Dear
God, if that's even working.

Mr. Diaz?

I wasn't expecting
to see you again so soon.

- How you feeling?
- Good. All good.

What a mess.

Oh, beyond. We
are having to bust

into our prescription cases
just to get access to any drugs,

not that we know
who to give them to.

We are locked out of our
computers, so no patient charts.

IV drip rates are
being calculated

with a stopwatch
and a white board.

And every vent on this
floor just shut down,

so we are bagging
patients by hand.

Dr. Salazar,
Mr. Rudnick is prepped.

Transplant team is
ready in OR three.

That's great, but we're not
starting without the heart.

I'm on with the pilot.
They're 12 minutes out.

Sounds like you
could use some extra hands.

- Just tell us where you want us.

Everywhere?

What do
you mean, gone?

Systems all over the city
were hit in one mass attack.

Not just the courthouse.

This police station, trains.

I hear they're even
having trouble at the zoo.

Those aren't the cages
I'm worried about.

I mean, he's out there
now. He's really out there.

We will find him.

What if he finds us?
He knows where we live.

Which is why I don't
think you should go home.

Not for a while.

Stay with friends,
family, get a hotel.

I'll let you know
when it is safe.

You have no
idea where he might go?

No, I don't.

Do you think there's any chance
he might reach out to you?

- He fired me, remember?
- Yeah.

Any idea why he did that?

Isn't it obvious? He
likes to have control.

He can't stand it if someone
else does, especially a woman.

I've noticed. What can you
tell us about these women?

His fan club?

Any chance any one or more
of them would shelter him

if he knocked on their door?

Any of them... in a heartbeat.

You wouldn't happen to have their
names or addresses, would you?

No, but I know who would.

They all visited him in lockup.

Visitor's log at Men's Central.

Hey,

what was with that
doctor on the way in?

Why is she asking
if you're all right?

It was nothing.

I wasn't feeling
well the other day, so...

she checked me out.

She's a-a cardiologist.

At a hospital. Are you saying
you had a heart attack?

No, I'm not saying I
had a heart attack.

I'm saying the opposite.

I'm saying I didn't
have a heart attack.

But you did think you were
having a heart attack.

Can we just drop this?

Think the trauma
bay's on its feet for now.

We did all we could. Little
snip there, little stitch here.

You guys want us to tag you out?

- Give you a break?
- Yeah.

Great idea. Eddie
really shouldn't be

exerting himself right now.

Seriously, Buck?

Chopper 305, I'm heading
up to the roof now. Over.

Roger that. Medevac
305, approaching the pad.

Athena,

how close are you
to the Little Tokyo address?

I'm close. Trouble
is, nothing is moving.

Traffic's a nightmare.

Listen, I'm almost at the Echo
Park address, Cynthia Walden.

Why don't you let
me check it out,

and then I'll meet
you in Little Tokyo.

You want me to wait for you? No.

There's a reason
we split up, Lou.

I'm not letting this
dirtbag get away again.

I need to remind you,

the last time you
faced this guy alone

in a blackout, it
didn't go so good.

Yeah, well, it won't go
down like that again.

Not this time. Not today.

Medevac, I see you!

We're ready to
receive the package.

Is everyone good back there?

We're good.

Detective Ransone. LAPD.

- Mind if I take a look around?
- Come on in.

Expecting company?

I set the table for
him every night.

Today,

Los Angeles has
been held hostage

by an unscrupulous
band of criminals

who prefer to hide
in the shadows.

Open it. Now.

Well, let me be clear.
The city of Los Angeles

does not negotiate
with terrorists.

Don't move!

Whoa. Are
you seeing this?

Because of course.

Mayday! Mayday!
We're coming in hot.

What the hell?

- I can't see the pad. Hang on!

Generators should have
kicked in automatically.

- Something's wrong.
- Chim's finding out where they are.

All right, thank you.
Guys, back of the building,

- near the service doors.
- Buck, get the tools, meet us there.

Copy that.

What the hell?

- I lost the whole tail rotor.

Hang on!

That came from the roof.

The generators
will have to wait.

- LAPD. Put your hands up.
- Relax.

I saw you through the peephole.

Step back. Keep your hands up.

Y-You can't come in
here without a warrant.

If I think you're
harboring a criminal,

I absolutely can. Move!

Stop right there.

Open it.

All right.

The closet.

You're wrong about
him, you know.

Jeffery would never hurt a soul.

You're telling that
tale to the wrong woman.

Oh, right.

That fight
you lost to him.

He said you attacked him.

He said he was
defending himself.

That what he said?

Jeffery always has
to defend himself.

That's why he had to
fire that bitch lawyer.

He blamed her for everything.
He said it was all her fault.

- Evening, Counselor.

Jeffery, you scared
the hell out of me.

Put your shoes back on.

Now!

You know, I really
got to thank you.

If you hadn't given me such
truly terrible legal advice,

I never would have fired
you, and I'd still be

sitting in a damn
cage right now.

So thanks for sucking.

I don't think I gave
you terrible advice.

Really?

You wanted to plead me down.

You had no intention
of fighting for me.

I wonder if you got any real
fight in you at all, Lila.

Guess we're gonna
have to find out, huh?

Do you have any cash?

Some.

- Where are we going?
- I don't know yet.

Roads are pretty jammed,

but we're gonna
figure out something.

- Oh!
- Ah!

Hey, Jeff.

You okay?

Yeah. I-I think so.

Gotta hand it to you,
Sergeant. When your instincts are right,

they are very, very right.

You got him?
- We got him, Athena.

Oh, praise the Lord.

Oh, that's great news,
Lou. Oh, the lawyer?

A bit shaken up,
but she'll be fine.

Jeffery's big adventure is
done. He's going back to lockup.

I know some people
who are going to be

very happy to hear that.

Hello?

Colleen?
It's Sergeant Grant.

- We got him.
- Oh, my God. Really?

Really.

That is
such a relief.

I know, baby.

You can go home
now. It's safe.

It's over.