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And just for safety, place
your hands on the hood for me.

Damn.

Do you have any weapons on you?

- Anything that's gonna stick me?
- Yeah. I got a,

foldable knife in my back pocket...

- Alright.
- ...for self-defense.

Uh, just keep your hands
on the hood for me.

Don't reach for anything, alright?

Yes, sir.

Ah. Thank you.

Oh, uh, and I have
a small knife around my neck.

You have a knife around your neck?

In case I can't reach
the one in my waistband.

Right.

- That's treacherous.
- Two there.

Got those.

Care... Careful with that one.

Right.

Anything else I'm missing?

- Any more? Oh.
- Oh, that's my balisong.

T-That one's from the Philippines.

Oh. Oh, that's...
that's... that's a neat one.

It looks like a money clip,
but it's actually a...

It's actually a knife.

I hate to ask you what's in your car.

No weapons in there.

- But, uh...
- But?

Uh, Nolan? The trunk is growling.

Since the winner of this little contest

gets to pick where we get married,

I'mma just go ahead
and call it right now.

We're getting married on the beach,

right here in beautiful,
sunny Southern California.

Shh, shh. Shh, shh.
Listen. Do you hear that?

It's the smell of victory.

Correction. After I win,
you'll be smelling beignets

in the French Quarter after
our wedding in New Orleans.

- Oh. Careful.
- Alright.

Here we go.

Ten to seven. I win.

My stack is clearly higher.

That is not the contest.

Fair enough. You win.

Alright. It is...

20 to 20. We're tied again.

We need another contest.

Bet I can eat mine faster.

Is it possible we're too competitive?

If you want to quit, just say so.

Say you're a quitter.

Fork me.

Ready, set...

W... Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Without syrup? What are we, animals?

Hey, the sitter's available after all.

You still want to go to dinner?

Wesley?

Sorry. Um, what was the question?

You're not worried
about the deposition, are you?

The defense are just
throwing stuff against the wall.

Yeah. Well, the more that they throw,

the more likely something will stick.

And if something sticks,
Elijah could walk.

That won't happen.

They can depose me, Grey,

half of the Mid-Wilshire station...

it won't change who Elijah Stone is.

I just wish I knew more
about the strategy.

I don't even know
who his defense attorney is.

And the DA's office has a firewall

between me and anything
relating to Elijah Stone.

The RICO case against Elijah is solid.

They're just desperate.

That's what worries me.

RICO means anyone involved in
the organization is on the hook.

I was a part of the organization.

Under duress.

And his lawyers can't argue
that you were a mob lawyer

without admitting
that their client is a mobster.

You're right.

Of course, because you're always right.

I'm going.

Think about where you wanna go,
for our date night.

Love you.

I love you, too.

Take my advice...
you want to put a tennis racket

in her hand tomorrow.

Oh, I was hoping we had
a swimmer on our hands.

Whatever gets her a full ride.

Trust me. You don't want to know
what we're paying

for Dominique's tuition.

What happened? Leah okay?

- Leah's fine.
- Hey.

We had a minor accident

with the breast milk
you left in the fridge.

Oh, you mean the breast milk
that I woke up at 5:00 a.m.

this morning to pump? That breast milk?

- Yes.
- Mm-kay.

Mama is gon' feed her sweet little baby.

Daddy... Daddy's gonna wait
in the hot car.

One more thing.
Uh, and I want to preface this

by saying I'm just the messenger.

What is it?

Lila's best friend, Jenny,

canceled trick or treating
tomorrow night.

Why? What happened?

Her mom didn't say,

but she left an awkward message, though.

Okay. You have a theory. What is it?

They may not be comfortable
with the whole law-enforcement,

gun-in-the-house thing.

You know, um, just a wild guess.

You... You are on one today.

The hours take some getting used to.

Mm-hmm. My REM cycle's
all over the place.

I wasn't like this at the academy.

Yeah, I had something similar
when I first started.

I know it's hard, but you got
to make sleep a priority.

Man, I'm, like, wide awake

by the time my head hits the pillow.

When Henry was a baby,
we tried everything

to get him to sleep... soothing music,

so many road trips
I'm sure we singlehandedly

destroyed the environment,

and a swaddling technique
I can still do in my sleep.

Hmm, I don't think any of this
applies to me.

Didn't a doctor just pull
a bullet out of you?

Like, shouldn't you be resting?

It was an old bullet. I'm fine.

What?

I overheard you talking to Ashley

about picking up some
of your things from her place.

So look, if you want to talk
about it, we can t...

Hello. Good morning.

Chen. Sanford.

What's up with him?

He's just grumpy with everything
he's got going on.

Wait. What... What's going on?

Nothing.

- What?
- He's fine. I'm fine.

We're just eager to protect and serve.

- Aaron.
- I have to go. I'm so sorry.

What?

I, uh... I found this checklist online.

No screens, thermostat at 68,
meditation, lavender oil.

- No luck.
- Red light. Red light.

Red light. Red light. Red light!

Sorry.

7-Adam-15. Suspicious circumstance

at 12952 South Flower Street.

10-66. Female and a bank transaction.

More to your box.

Copy that.
7-Adam-15, show us responding.

- Switch places. I'm driving.
- No. I'm good.

- I'm good.
- No, not good enough.

When you are sleep deprived,
both your judgment

and your reflexes are impaired.

It's no better than being intoxicated.

Do you understand?

- Yes, sir.
- We switch.

What's the problem?

Oh. Our alert system
flagged several bills

this young woman attempted to deposit.

Counterfeit?

No, looks like they're
connected to some kind

of law enforcement investigation.

Hi. I-I'm just trying to make a deposit.

- What's going on?
- Uh, may I get your name?

Macy Tomkins.

And do you have any ID?

And where did you get the bills
you were trying to deposit?

I had a garage sale over the weekend.

Made $1,000 on a designer handbag.

Should've gotten more,
if you want to know the truth.

I don't suppose you got a name
or description

- of the person who bought it.
- Mm,

Brentwood housewife. Yoga pants.

Right. Any cameras around
where you live?

No.

Okay. I'm just gonna have to get

a little more information from you.

Celina, will you start an FI card? We...

Officer Juarez.

Welcome back.

Monica.

What are you doing here?

Nobody told you?

Told me what?

I'm here for the deposition.

Elijah Stone is my client.

Um...

That is a mistake.

You do not want to be in his orbit.

I'm billing him $800 an hour.

It's a nice orbit.

You read all the discovery.
You know what he did to me.

I know what you allege he did to you.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

Uh, the court reporter
is still setting up inside,

but I could take you back,
if you'd like.

Great.

I just need to make a quick call

before we get started.

- Yeah, sure.
- Excuse me.

You know Elijah's attorney?

We went to law school together.

- Really?
- Mm-hmm.

Is there anything in her bag of
tricks we should look out for?

She's smart, fairly ruthless,

and God forbid you leave
the toilet seat up.

We used to be engaged.

Maybe you should've led with that.

Mm-hmm.

We're not talking about it.

Look, I'm just saying
if you want to talk

about the breakup, I'm here.

I don't.

Look, tomorrow's Halloween,

the
crazies are gonna be out in full force,

so let's just focus on our job.

- Alright?
- Alright.

Werewolf.

What?

Werewolf.

She looks like she needs a hand.
We should stop.

Morning.

Looks like you need some help.

I have to get this prop
to set or I'm screwed.

Okay. Well, uh, we'll get
your friend here loaded up,

and you'll be on your way in no time.

Thank you.

So, what are you, like, a P.A. or...

I'm a director.

I'm shooting a short film,
but I lose my location in an hour.

That is so cool. You hear what she said?

- Hmm.
- She's a director.

- Oh. Yeah.
- Okay.

Help her get to set.
She's losing daylight.

Right.

You know what? I just need a better...

I need a better angle.

7-Adam-100.

Show us Code 6
at Bronson and Rosewood...

stalled vehicle blocking traffic.

- Hang on.
- Wait, wait. Hold on.

You shouldn't be lifting anything.

I mean, you just had major surgery.

You did? I can handle this.

No, I didn't have major surgery.

I-I'm fine.

- Lift on three.
- Okay.

- Alright. One, two, three.
- Yeah.

Lift.

Yeah.

- Let's go! Push!
- I'm pushing!

- Do you want me to call someone?
- No!

- I had back surgery, remember?
- Oh! My leg. My leg.

Oh! My knee. My knee. My knee. My knee.

You good?

- Yeah.
- Thank you. Both of you.

Yeah. Happy to help.

Yeah. Bradford.

No. I assigned Siega to that.

So, uh, what's your short about?
Like, werewolves versus zombies?

The lycanthrope is a metaphor

for the patriarchy's assault
on bodily autonomy.

Wow.

No, I never got it.

So, uh, you know, maybe I can, uh,

take you out for coffee
and you can tell me more?

No, thanks.

No. No. Don't do anything.
I'll be right there.

Let's go.

7-Adam-15. Possible
arson at Elm and West Sixth.

Just the firefighter I wanted to see!

I was thinking...

Since we are tied, how about,

tonight we have a
little Lego-building competition?

You were a contractor.

I didn't build houses out of Lego.

I think we should do
something intellectual,

like learn a new language

and see who's more fluent
at the end of the month.

- Oh.
- Japanese?

You taught English in Kyoto.

I was hoping you wouldn't remember.

- I remember everything you tell me.
- Uh-huh.

What did I ask you to pick
up from the store after work?

Milk. Eggs. Bread?

- Pops...
- Popsicles.

- Guys?
- See? I remember everything.

Looks like somebody had money to burn.

I'm very tired.

Maybe the money was cursed.

You know, fire is very cleansing.

It's used in all sorts of rituals.

Or it could be something else.

Or, someone was trying to hide
evidence of an old crime.

Tracking device.

Why old crime?

Well, tracking devices nowadays

are all microchips and GPS.

This thing's got to be
at least 10 years old.

I'm guessing...

Federal. Maybe DEA or FBI.

So the money was part
of a law-enforcement sting?

That seems likely.

But why burn it now?

We figure that out, by finding
out whose tracker this is.

- Drive safe.
- Hey.

Uh, I'm not sure who to talk to.

Yeah. What's the problem?

Um, these cops stopped to help me,

and one of them left his radio behind.

Yeah. I can take that.

Did you happen to catch their name?

One of them looked exactly like

that guy from that murder documentary,

- but I think the radio...
- Oh.

- ...belonged to the broody one.
- The broody...

Tim forgot his radio?
Tim Bradford, super cop?

You know, this guy will not
let me forget that I was once

three and a half minutes
late to roll call.

- Can you believe that?
- I... Guess.

This feels like Christmas.

- Thank you.
- Cool.

- So you'll get it back to him?
- Yeah, I got it.

You have a nice day.

How did you become involved

in the sting operation
against Elijah Stone?

I raised my concerns

about his criminal
enterprise to the LAPD.

Paint me a picture, you...

Went to the front desk at Mid-Wilshire.
And then what?

Well, I didn't go
through the front desk.

Oh. I guess I'm confused.

In your own words,

describe the first time,

you brought up Mr. Stone's
alleged crimes to the LAPD.

I raised my concerns
with Detective Angela Lopez.

At her desk?

- In our living room.
- They're married.

- But you know that already.
- Oh.

- That's right.
- Mm.

It's in my notes.

Um, and this sting operation,

was allowed to proceed,

despite an obvious,

and egregious conflict of interest?

Well, we had a mutual interest
in the truth.

Is it common for detectives,

to work cases involving relatives?

- No.
- And why is that?

I think there's a concern

that the detectives won't view

- the evidence objectively...
- Interesting.

...but I don't think that's an issue here.

- Next question...
- Uh, can I finish...

- Moving on.
- Let's just move on.

I'm telling you, it's not in the shop.

Well, it didn't just jump off my hip.

Let me check this bag again.

The werewolf.

I put down my radio
to help you lift that dumb prop.

The director must have it.

Did you get her number?

Almost.

What the hell?

What is it?

Who sent that?

Someone who's about to get
in a lot of trouble.

You know, uh,
you could just file an incident report,

and get a new radio, right?

And get written up?

That's one day's suspension without pay.

I think I know where this is.

Let's go.

Bailing on Halloween
is so passive-aggressive.

I mean, if you have a problem
with me being a cop,

or having a gun at my house,
then just tell me.

Agreed. But if that's the issue,

have James invite them over
for dinner tonight.

Show them your gun safe.

Everyone loves James.

People love me, too.

For sure. I, for example, adore you.

Most people find you terrifying.

Right back at you.

I know. It's why we're so good together.

Alright. Fine.

I will have James invite them to dinner.

Uh, hi. Nyla Harper.
We spoke on the phone.

This is Angela Lopez.

Xavier. Thanks for diving
right in on this.

Of course.

I can't believe we haven't
worked together before...

all the LAPD/DEA task forces
you were on.

Yeah, I never worked anything
that took me to the Midwest.

Smart. Undercover gets a whole
lot more uncomfortable

when it's negative 20 out.

Hi, sorry to interrupt.
You wanted to see us?

Uh, yes. Officers Nolan and Juarez.

They found the burned cash

- and your old tracker.
- Thank you.

You don't know what
it means to finally have a lead.

We're happy to help.
A lead on what, exactly?

Ten years ago, my partner,
Robert Buckley,

set up a buy with a mid-level trafficker

named Winslow Harris.

Rob had been deep undercover for months,

and this was a big break...

a chance to get real Intel
on Harris' operation.

It sounds like it didn't go as planned.

To this day...

I'm not sure what happened.

We found Rob's body a week later.

The tracker failed,
the money disappeared,

and no one's heard from Harris since.

Huh. The money is cursed.

- I'm sorry. What?
- It's nothing.

Fast-forward to today,
when money from the old sting

set off alarms at a local bank.

Okay, wait, the dumpster fire

and garage-sale chick are connected?

Macy Tomkins. I ran info on her...

Spotty employment history,
a few overdue parking tickets.

No criminal record.

It can't be a coincidence,

that the bills were flagged at the bank,

and the rest of them
were burned an hour later.

It seems clear, Macy was lying
about where she got the money.

Question is,
how does she connect to Winslow?

Let's go ask her.

Man, this is one sketchy-ass
looking coffee truck.

This is where I get my coffee
every morning.

No Oat Milk Mafia hipsters
rewriting screenplays.

Buck for coffee and you go to work.

You sound like the old dude from "Up."

- Hey, Johnnie.
- Hi.

Anyone drop off this radio?

- Nope. No.
- Alright. Thank you.

Damn it.

They're running us all over town.

Okay. So, like, what's the point?

I mean, they haven't asked
for money or anything,

and if they really wanted
to screw with the police,

they could do a whole lot more
with that radio.

I don't know.

We got to figure
out which studio lot that is.

Must have been hard, all those years

not knowing what happened
to your partner.

Yeah.

He wasn't just your partner.
You loved him.

- What?
- Celina.

I'm sorry if I overstepped.
You're just so sad.

We met in intelligence.

Once he finished undercover school,

we both ended up in organized crime.

After-work beers turned into dinners...

Turned into...

More.

No one we worked with knew.

It was a, different time, but...

We had each other.

That was enough.

Then he was gone.

Seems a little upscale
for Macy's income bracket.

Seriously. I can't even afford
to park here.

Ms. Tomkins?

It's Officer Nolan.
We met at the bank earlier.

Security says she hasn't
left the building.

Door's open.

Police! We're coming in!

She's dead.

And we're sure the money's not cursed?

I scrubbed through
the lobby security footage,

and this guy stood out.

Came in about two hours ago,

stayed for 20 minutes,
and then left in a hurry.

Not much to go on.
Does it feel like Winslow?

I don't know, could be.
I can't see his face.

St. Brendan medal.

Patron saint of sailors.

Winslow smuggled drugs up the coast.

Spent half his life on a boat.

He wore a necklace
just like this 10 years ago.

Clasp is broken.

She probably ripped it off
as she was fighting for her life.

We'll get that checked for DNA.

It's gonna come back to Harris.
I know it.

Okay. Let's say it does.

What's his relationship with Macy?

If she lied to us in the bank about
where she got the money, then,

it's safe to assume she
was covering for him.

Or she stole it from him.

Either way, when he found out
the money was flagged,

he panicked and burned the rest.

Then came here and killed her.

Macy's the key.

We need to tear her
life apart to find him.

Now, this is my kind of coffee.

Wait, wait, wait.

My favorite movie was shot
right here on this lot.

Wait. Your favorite coffee place.

Your favorite movie.

Whoever's doing this
knows you really well.

Chen.

Who is Arthur Andrews?

Arthur Andrews witnessed a murder

committed by one
of Elijah Stone's relatives.

And you represented this relative

as a favor to Mr. Stone. Is that right?

If by "favor," you mean
your client threatened

to hurt me if I refused, then yeah.

Now, you could have questioned
Mr. Andrews in your office,

but you chose to do it in his home.

Why?

That was more convenient for him.

Or you were trying to intimidate him

and you didn't want any witnesses.

No. No.

I went there
after your client ordered me

to find a way to undermine
Mr. Andrews' credibility.

He said,

"Either you make this witness
go away or Moreno will."

And for the record, Moreno is
one of Elijah Stone's enforcers

who is currently in prison,

awaiting trial on several charges,

including the attempted murder
of police officers.

Alleged enforcer.

But what we know for a fact,

is that you called in a tip,

about an illegal firearm
in Mr. Andrews' home.

Yeah. And that tip saved his life.

According to you, yes.

But, your client,

a man accused of murder,
went free because you,

damaged the reputation...

- of the only witness against him.
- Yeah.

No. It's a good argument. It is.

And if I was on the other side
of that table,

I would be making it myself.

- But it's B.S., and you know it!
- Wes.

I know no such thing.

You just can't admit
that I'm out-arguing you.

Yes, if you ignore the truth!

Wesley, let it go.

You never won an argument in
the five years we were together.

What makes you think now
is going to be any different?

Uh-huh.

Why... Why don't we pick this up
tomorrow?

Yeah. No. That's a great idea.

- That's perfect.
- Of course.

Hey, Wes. Hey, hold up.

You can't let her rattle you like that.

Yeah, sorry.

Just lost focus. Won't happen again.

Okay. Well, the facts are on our side,

so just focus on that.

Yeah. Right.

I have to ask you this,
how did it end between you two?

Are you asking
if I'm still hung up on her?

Or she on you. I don't know.

I just need to know
where this thing could go.

Alright. Look. Monica and I
wanted very different lives.

Right out of law school, she targeted

the most powerful law firms.

I rented a space next to
an aquarium-supply store.

- Hmm.
- It was never gonna work.

Just took us two years
to figure that out.

Okay.

Look, take the rest of the day,

but tomorrow, you come in
with your game face on, yeah?

Yeah.

Where's my radio?

Did something happen to your radio?

Oh, you know what?
Halloween is tomorrow.

Maybe a vengeful spirit took it.

Why are you doing this?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Is holding my radio hostage payback,

for how tough I was on you as a rookie?

Were you? Gosh, I hadn't noticed.

- Okay.
- But again,

I don't know what you're talking about,

but I might be able to help you,

look for your radio.

If you tell me what's going on.

Nothing is going on with me.

Please,
I rode with you long enough to know

when you are being you,
and when you're upset.

I mean, are you okay?

It's nothing.

I'm fine.

Then I don't know where your radio is.

You were right about Macy's finances.

Forensics got into her laptop
and found this.

"SugarBeaus.com. Opportunities await."

"Anastasia Kennedy."

Macy had a sugar daddy.

Daddies... Plural.

Warrant's in process
of getting their names.

That explains how she paid
for the nice apartment.

- You think that's how she met Harris?
- Maybe.

Let me get a look at pictures
as soon as you have a list.

After staring at his face
for the past decade,

I could spot that guy from space.

I think we need more tombstones.

Uh, no, I think we're good.

What's wrong?

The Reeds have declined
our dinner invitation.

What, first trick or treating, now this?
What...

These people really have
a problem with me being a cop?

That's not why they're avoiding us.

Honey, d-did Jenny say something to you?

Her parents told her it's not safe here

'cause you hang out with criminals.

Criminals.

M-Meaning my-my friends
from the community center?

Lately at school,

Jenny's been repeating
stuff her parents say about,

"those people."

And worse.

Okay. Which house is Jenny's?

I-I-I don't think confronting them

is going to be constructive.

Oh, you can screw constructive.

Mom, it's okay.

Just 'cause we live close by

doesn't mean we have
to hang out with her.

Alright. Honey, I'm sorry. I know...

I know Jenny was your friend.

Was.

I'm gonna go inside, okay?

Okay, but listen,

you can talk to us about anything,

- right?
- Okay.

Hmm.

It's not right.

It's not.

Thirsty?

I'm fine.

Mm. I'm just saying...

130,000 is a lot of Scovilles.

You realize I've literally
been on fire before.

Mm! Mm! Hmm!

Yes!

Bailey 22, Nolan 21.

I've made a terrible mistake.

I'm thinking a wedding in May.

We'll miss Mardi Gras,
but the weather will be nice,

and we'll have plenty of time
to get out save-the-dates.

You still have to win by 2.

I think you should quit
while you're behind.

Mm.

I can't sleep.

As soon as I close my eyes,
all I could think about

is you warning me how
dangerous it is for me

to be on duty half asleep.
And I can't...

I-I don't know what else to do.

What do I do?

- Uh...
- Hey, come here.

There is no training,

that could prep you,
for the amount of stress

we are put under day after day.

It'll take some time,

but your body will adapt. Okay?

Why don't you go sit on the couch?

- Okay.
- How about some tea?

Yeah. Okay.

Chamomile knocks me out.

So does music.

Uh, actually, Valerian root
works better,

and don't play music
that'll keep her up.

She wants white noise.

How is static gonna help her
get to sleep?

Not static. Science.

You want to bet, Professor?

Whoever can get Celina
to fall asleep first wins.

How is that even a contest?

Well, we take turns,
and if she falls asleep

on your turn, you win.

Yeah, but you can't separate out
the cause.

I mean, what if she gets sleepy
listening to white noise

but doesn't fall asleep
until she hears music?

Sounds like you're afraid my way

- might be better.
- I'm not afraid.

- You sound afraid.
- Okay.

I see what you're trying to do here.

- I see you.
- Mm-hmm.

She's trying to...

- We'll call it a tie.
- Yeah.

Hey.

Hey.

Whiskey?

When did you start drinking whiskey?

I went to Vegas for the weekend,
and when I came back,

my fiancée had cleared her things out.

Mm.

Maybe she was mad
that you cheated on her.

Oh. Is that why you took this case?

- To get back at me?
- Wow.

The narcissism.

I did not miss that.

Oh, I'm the narcissist?

Wesley, you think it's
your mission to personally save

all the downtrodden of Los Angeles.

Mm-hmm. Well, at least I'm
trying instead of selling

my soul for $800 an hour.

Okay, some of us
have to work for a living.

I don't have a trust fund
to fall back on.

I didn't say don't make money.

I'm saying Elijah is dangerous.

I can handle him.

No, you can't.

He is a manipulator,
and he is always 10 steps ahead.

So whatever control you think
you have, that is an illusion.

And the second,
you stop doing his bidding,

he will threaten the people you love.

You'll live in terror,

and you will compromise
every principle you hold dear,

until you don't even recognize yourself.

Principles always were your thing.

Hi.

Oh. Detective Lopez.

It's a pleasure to finally meet you.

And you are?

Oh, she doesn't know.

Uh, well, then,

I should definitely get going.

You two have some things
to, uh, talk about.

I'll see you at
your deposition tomorrow.

Um...

I'm gonna need another one of these.

You're probably gonna want one, too.

Wesley?

It's not a big deal. Um...

I just found out that she's...

The lawyer representing
Elijah, this morning.

I was gonna tell you at dinner.

We, um, used to date.

It was more than that.

We were engaged for about a year.

But we were bad for each other,

and I blew it up by cheating on her,
with a co-worker.

So much for date night.

Good Morning.

Morning...

Thanks for letting me crash.

I, um... you know, I felt right at home.

My parents would bicker back and forth,
just like you guys.

It always put me right to sleep.

Oh, I don't know that I would call

what Bailey and I do bickering.

More like...

Spirited debates.

Speaking of spirits,

I was just telling
Bailey about my dream.

And here we go.

I dreamt Winslow was a showgirl,

wearing a diamond bra.

We were dancing the tango,

and when I realized who he was,

he ran off.

And I tried to stop him,
but all of a sudden,

I was so thirsty, like, I couldn't move.

And then I woke up.

So, what do you think it means?

Me? Are we...
Are we are we really doing this?

Well...

The tango is the forbidden dance.

So, it could represent doing something

you're not supposed to do.

Like drug trafficking or murder?

Okay. What about the diamonds?

Diamonds are hard and unchanging.

Clearly, that means Winslow
hasn't changed his ways.

And you dreamed you were thirsty

because you think he's near the water.

Yes.

Is this really how you solve crimes?

I guess we'll find out.

My neighbors are trash.

That is something the home
inspection does not tell you.

And I wouldn't care,

but now they're dragging
Lila into the middle of

their narrowminded B.S.

I'm sorry.

Wesley used to be engaged
to Elijah's new attorney.

- You're kidding.
- No.

And it ended because he cheated on her.

Oh, I did not know he had that in him.

Neither did I.

And now I'm pissed, because
he never told me,

I have to go sit across
from his ex in a deposition,

where she's gonna do everything she can,

to get under my skin.

Uh, maybe leave your gun here.

Maybe not.

I looked at every
sugar daddy Macy's had.

None of them are Harris.

Well, the DNA from the necklace
was a match to Winslow.

I've gone to bed every night
for the past 10 years wondering,

"Did I screw up?"

"Am I the reason my partner got made?"

Look, you have only ever been

on the outside of an undercover op.

I have lived for years on the inside.

And trust me,

what happened wasn't your fault.

Guys...

Celina had an out-of-the-box idea,

that we did our due diligence on,

and I think it's worth pursuing.

From Macy's creditcard statements,

I mean, you can tell she spent time

down in the marina district
during the last six months.

But, none of her sugar daddy
clients are based there.

You think she was meeting Winslow?

It makes sense, I mean,
he lived his life around boats.

Maybe he got back into drug smuggling.

I'd have heard if he got
back in the game.

I mean, catching him
has been my obsession.

Well, then maybe he found
a legit job in the marina,

and that's where they
met and fell in love.

Love? How'd you get there?

- I felt it.
- Uh, but...

But a-a romantic relationship
would explain,

how Macy got close enough to Winslow,

to try to deposit that money.

And how he got
into her apartment to kill her.

Either way, the marina is a big place,

and we are running out of time.

He could be getting ready
to sail to Mexico.

Well, Macy's credit card
had a bunch of charges

at parking meters near Pier 9.

Okay, I will call the Port Police,

- and have them meet you there.
- Let's go.

Detective Lopez.

I hope you and Wesley
had a lovely date night.

It was great. Thank you.

Let's dig in, shall we?

Mid-Wilshire station logs shows
your husband visited

a suspect in custody
by the name of Aiden Merritt.

If that's what's in the logs.

What's not in the logs
is the fact that the next day,

Merritt was found dead
in his cell at the Twin Towers.

He'd been shanked by a fellow inmate.

Were you aware that your husband

represented this
inmate that killed Merritt?

I don't keep tabs
on my husband's clients.

I'd keep a close eye
on him if I were you.

I don't have to. I trust him.

Here's the thing...

Merritt's killer is prepared to testify,

that Wesley paid him,
to commit the murder.

- That didn't happen.
- How can you be certain?

Maybe you don't know your husband

- as well as you think you do.
- I know my husband is not a killer.

Elijah is.

Let me tell you
what it looks like to me.

It looks like, your husband
tried to coerce Merritt

into pointing the finger at my client,

and when he refused,
your husband had him killed.

I've dealt with a lot
of shady lawyers in my day,

- but you are next level.
- Please, the personal attacks

- are so unprofessional.
- Okay.

- It's...
- Unprofessional?

You're paying one of Wesley's
clients to give

- false testimony.
- I did nothing of the sort.

Then Elijah did. It doesn't matter.

What matters is what a jury
will believe.

And the slipshod way you ran
this investigation

has provided ample reasonable doubt.

Honestly, if Elijah goes free,

it will not be because of me,

it'll be because of you.

Okay, let's just take a break here, hmm?

Let's.

Great idea. You and I should talk.

I get what you were trying
to do in there,

and that was clever,

but the fact of the matter is,

we caught your client in a warehouse

filled with illegal narcotics.

My client was just as
shocked as the LAPD.

Elijah Stone is an upstanding
member of his community.

The only crime here
is that one of the people

he took under his wing,
betrayed his trust,

exploiting my client's goodwill,

to further their own criminal endeavors.

Do you really expect anyone to believe,

that Elijah Stone was oblivious,

to a massive drug-smuggling operation

going on right under his nose?

It won't matter.

Okay. We'll see about that.

Honestly...

The optics of your case are a hot mess.

If you take this to trial,

I will drag the LAPD,
and the DA's office,

through five miles of mud.

You and your boss will be lucky

to survive the scandal with your jobs.

So...

Do yourself a favor.

Walk away while you still can.

Hey, hi.

What the hell is going on with Tim?

Well, he lost his radio.

I will give you his radio,

if you tell me what's bothering him.

Honestly, I don't know.

He won't tell me either.

- What?
- Yeah.

Ready to roll?

Mm-hmm.

Hi. Good morning.

Morning.

Still missing your radio?

No. It's in the shop.

7-Adam-100, officers on event.

7-99 are calling for a supervisor.

Copy. Show me en route.

Where is your standard issue?

This is it.

That hasn't been standard
since the '60s.

Let's roll, Thorsen.

Well, wait,
let me get a photo of you with it first.

7-Adam-100,
can I get a radio check, please?

7-Adam-100, do you copy?

Where's the guard?

Harper said he'd meet us here.

God, this place is massive.

I mean, Harris could be anywhere.

Or he could be casting off right now.

Let's split up. Go that way.

I was a different person back then.

I was trying to follow
in my father's footsteps...

The white-shoe law firm,

events at the country club,

Christmas in Mustique.

And I was miserable.

This wasn't about Monica,
or, her coworker.

It was a selfish and stupid way,
to blow up a life,

that was making me unhappy.

But I would never cheat on you.

I know, 'cause you're afraid of me.

Because I'm in love with you.

Hey.

Uh...

We're dropping the case against Elijah.

- What?
- You can't be serious.

I'm afraid I am.

There's just too much risk
in trying to take this thing to trial.

I put my family in danger,
going after this guy.

Look, I get it's upsetting, but,

we're just playing the
hand that you dealt us.

So you're just gonna let him walk?

It became clear after these depositions

that this case is a loser.

Look, take a few days,

you know, get your head on right.

We'll talk about
what's next for you here.

Winslow!

Police! Show us your hands!

7-Adam-15.
Shots fired at 221 Whaling Way.

Suspect is fugitive Winslow Harris...

Latino male, black shirt, dark jeans.

Armed with a handgun.
Requesting airship and backup.

You got no move here Winslow, it's over!

- You okay?
- I'm good.

Move. Move.

You're finally gonna pay
for what you did.

You could just walk away.

That the deal you gave Macy Tomkins?

That wasn't supposed to happen.

She wasn't supposed to find out!

We were happy!

Tell it to her family.

Tell it to the family of my partner,

and the people who loved him.

You won't believe me,
but I'm-a tell you this anyway.

The night at that deal...

The gun went off. It just...

It went off in my hand.

I didn't know he was a cop!

None of that matters now.

There are no second chances, are there?

Not for you.

But I'm living one right now.

Drop the gun. Do it now.

You're under arrest,

for the murders of Macy Tomkins...

And Robert Buckley.

So, how'd the debrief go?

To be honest, I checked out
after the words "Winslow Harris"

and "consecutive life sentences."

I can't tell you what it means to me,

knowing his killer is behind bars,

what it means to finally

have answers about those last moments.

Thank you.

Oh, it was our pleasure.

Hey, happy Halloween.

You got any plans tonight?

Or should I just assume
you're gonna be inside,

- hiding with the lights out?
- I don't hide.

I leave a bowl of candy on the porch.

- Oh.
- Hey.

Um...

Here.

I thought torturing you
would be more fun,

and getting your mind off,

of whatever's been bothering you.

But...

I should know better
than trying to get into your

personal business.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Ashley and I, uh, broke up.

Well, I guess technically,

she broke up with me.

- I'm sorry.
- Thanks.

Look, and just so you know, I-I did,

appreciate your whole radio gag...

A little.

It took my mind off things.

Well, good.

Lucy.

Ready to go? Uh, yeah. D...

Uh, do you want to join us?

We're gonna go grab a bite to eat.

Oh, no, no. I'm good.

I'm g... I'm... I'm beat.

You two have fun.

Mediterranean sound good?

Yeah. That sounds great.

Sweetie, I know that trick-or-treating

with your parents isn't cool,

but I happen to think
that our outfits are amazing.

They are.

And I'm actually
having fun with you guys.

Are you, now?

Oh, my God.

Someone T.P.'d Jenny's house.

Constructive, huh?

Trick or treat.

- Bye! Happy Halloween!
- What'd you get?

You just have to admit

I wear it better.

Yeah, you wear everything better.

No one's arguing that.

I didn't agree to compete over this.

Hey!

Happy Halloween!

Oh, that is a brilliant
costume, young man.

You too, slightly older man.

I don't see many Philly fans
this side of the, uh, Rockies.

- You from there?
- Uh, Foxburg, actually.

Just moved here a few years ago.

God, you look remarkably
like that fella from CNN.

- What's his name?
- Jake Tapper.

No, that's not it.

Yeah, it is.

Here. You guys want some candy?

- Thank the nice people.
- Thank you.

Roger that. Have a great night.

- See you, guys!
- You, too!

Hey, yo, hey, yo.

Hey!

Can I, uh, sleep over again?

I don't know that that's a great idea.

Didn't you say quality
sleep is important,

for good police work?

Yeah, but I don't sound like that, do I?

And you want your rookie
to do good police work.

- Obviously.
- Great.

Come on in. You can sleep here tonight.

I will get the chamomile.

Okay. But this is the last time.

- Mm-hmm.
- And didn't we agree that Valerian root

was better for sleep?

Chamomile is easier on the stomach.

Where did you hear that?

Wesley Evers, attorney at law.

I told you.

I always win.

Oh, you really think this is over?

Are you kidding?

You messed up my case so bad,

that no one's gonna want to touch me.

I figure I got a two-year free pass.

You know, coming after me
before then would be unseemly,

given how compromised
you and your LAPD buddies look.

I wouldn't count on that.

Well, I think I'm pretty untouchable.

I have some business
to take care of, but, uh...

I'll be seeing you, Counselor.

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