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Celina, look out!

- Officer down.

Help him.

- Tell me what you're feeling.

- Frustration.

- But not fear?

- No.

- Today was the first
time during this exercise

that your heart
rate didn't spike.

You remained calm.

Why do you think that is?

- Because I know

there's no way I could have
stopped what happened.

- That's right. The
men who ambushed you

and Officer Juarez
rigged the game.

No matter which way you
turned, whether you split up

or stayed together,
even if you called it in,

none of that would
have made a difference

because they were ready.

One of you was gonna
be shot that night.

And who knows?

If you hadn't made
the decisions you did,

maybe it would have
been Celina, instead of you.

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

Um, I've been blaming myself.

Like, if I had been smarter,

I could have somehow avoided it.

But it was out of my control.

- Congratulations,
Officer Thorsen.

In my professional opinion,

you are ready to
return to active duty.

- Oh, I'm just really
excited to get back to work.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

- Look, I told you I'm fine.

I'll just retake the
detective's exam in two years.

It's not a big deal.

- You know, every
time a woman in my life

has said she was fine,
she most definitely was not.

- I'm not gonna pretend like
I wasn't a little disappointed.

But I've made my peace with it.

Plus, I'm a professional.

- Unless you want me to be upset.
- No, of course not.

- Hey, Lucy, I heard
about the detective exam.

Tough break.
- Yes, thank you.

I'm fine.

- Whenever Bailey
says she's fine like that,

I up my life insurance.

- There he is.

Everyone drive safe out there.

Thorsen is back in the shop.

- As always, Detective,

your unwavering support
means the world to me.

- Mm.
- Ah, don't fret.

In Harper speak, that's
practically an "I love you."

- Bradford, got a minute?

- Congrats on being cleared.

- Thanks.
- So any nerves?

- Not really.

Um, I feel strong in
mind, body, and spirit.

I'm ready.
- Thorsen's not ready.

What's the first thing
an officer returning

from injury worries about?

- Gettin' hurt again.

- Especially after a
near-fatal like Thorsen's.

- You afraid he's gonna go
turtle up when things get real?

- I don't wanna
wait to find out.

In this business, we don't
have the luxury of do-overs.

- So you want me
to take him out today

to get punched in the face.

- Officially, I want you
to supervise his ability

to cope with stress,
both mental and physical.

- You got it.

Let's see how he does
against the TRAIN.

Thorsen, you're with me.

Metro needs a support officer.

- Oh, um, yes, sir.

- Ooh.

- You know what it means
to "turtle up," Thorsen?

- I don't think so, sir.

- It happens when
an officer returns

to the job after a trauma,

put under some kind of pressure,

usually physical,
for the first time.

Instead of falling
back on their training,

they shrink into a shell,
where they feel safe.

- So you think I'm
gonna turtle up?

- Maybe.

If you do, there are lots
of companies looking

for delivery guys with
a good driving record.

- Well, actually, my
fallback career is gonna be

influencer/shoe designer.

But I-I see what you're saying.

Oh, so that's why
I'm riding with you.

So I gotta pass, what, some
type of Tim test so I don't...

- It's called the TRAIN.

Stands for Tactical,
Responsive, Assertive,

Investigative, and Nerve.

And I'm gonna test you
on all five major functions

in stress environments.

Evaluate, improvise,
adapt, and overcome.

You ready for this?

- Bring it on.

- So how did you like riding
with Sergeant Bradford?

- It was very educational.

Both he and Detective Harper
have very distinctive styles.

- Dispatch, you said the RP
was on the south side of the park?

- Affirmative, 7-Adam-15.

- Okay, so did they, uh,
like, say anything about me?

- They did.

Like all rookies, you
are a work in progress.

- Over here!

- Hi, I'm Officer Nolan.

This is Officer Juarez.

You called about a body?

- Yeah, it's, uh, in there.

Um, someone jammed the lock,

but when I finally
got it open, she...

she was just lying there...

- It's okay. It's
okay. Stay here.

We're gonna need to get some
information from you, okay?

Okay?

After you.
- Yep.

Oh.

Overdose?

- No.

Lividity in the cheeks.

She died facedown
and was moved here.

Looks like a
homicide. Let's call it in.

- Control, requesting detectives

for a possible homicide.

Welcome to your first test.

- Let me guess... that's
the stress environment?

- Ah, it's a little
more than that.

Man inside is Tyson
Kalashnikov, 6'4", 275.

Has a warrant for a
missed court appearance.

Last time he was arrested,
he broke the cop's nose.

- I assume calling for
backup is cheating?

- Train's leaving,
Officer Thorsen.

Okay, let's do this.

Police! Open up!

- It's open.

- Clear!

Tyson, show yourself!

- Could one of
you get me a beer?

- I moved the picnic blanket
so we could examine her head.

- She was definitely
moved postmortem.

- Obvious blunt force
trauma to the head.

- What's this under her shirt?

- Huh, what is that?

- It's the signature of
the Pentagram Killer.

- Pardon us just one moment.

- So the Pentagram
Killer is wanted

in connection to a string
of unsolved homicides

in the early 2000s.

His victims were all
middle-aged females.

- He'd carve a pentagram

into their midsections
after he killed them.

Then in 2009, he just stopped.

- Hulu just dropped
a docuseries on him.

Maybe the renewed
notoriety inspired him

to come out of retirement.

- The hysteria was real.

I was away at college,

and I made my brothers
escort my mom everywhere.

- Mm, scary that they
never caught the guy.

- Well, the city threw
everything they had at it,

multiple agencies working 24/7.

My first sergeant
was on the task force.

- Oh, speaking of,
whenever we respond

to a potentially
high-profile event,

it's important to notify
the watch commander.

- Yes, sir.

Adam-200, be advised, our
DB might be a possible victim

of the Pentagram Killer.

- Officer Juarez!

- Did I do something wrong?

- As her TO, that is on you.

- Yes, ma'am. I am sorry, ma'am.

Officer Suarez, I should
have been clearer.

You never give out that
kind of sensitive information

over the radio.

Now every news
organization or hobbyist

with a scanner has it.

- Oh, my God. I
didn't think that...

- Uh, did I hear someone say

"Pentagram Killer" on the radio?

- Um...
- I'm... I'm so sorry.

Is that really bad?

- Cases like this capture
the public's attention.

People call in with tips,
trying to be a part of it.

But most of them are a
complete waste of time.

- Yeah, because
when people panic,

they call 911 at every
bump in the night.

So no, that...
that was not ideal.

- Okay, is there
anything I can do to help?

- Just take the witness
back to the station,

and maybe stay off the radio.

- Yes, ma'am. We're on it.

I'm sorry.
- Mm.

- Come on.

- You want me to
start canvassing?

- Uh, no, we need to
secure the perimeter first.

Um, there's no one
watching the northwest corner.

- Probably because it's
where the hell dumpsters are.

Yeah, of course.
Whatever you need.

As a patrol officer, I'm here
to support your investigation

in any way that I can.
- Great.

We're gonna head
back to the station

and dig into this case file

and let crime
scene do their thing.

- Come here.

- Got it?

- Yo, just lean him
up against the car.

Control, Bradford, can I get a
transport van to our location?

What's that?

- No idea.

- I'll check it out.

- Tyson?

Tyson? It's me.

- Hi.

You looking for Tyson?

- Have you heard the good news?
- What good news?

- Our lord and savior has
come to save our souls.

Well, amen, sister.

- Ha.
- Can I see some ID?

Ma'am?

Excuse me. Ma'am.

- No!

- Hey, Harper, uh, I
just found a pile of vomit

on the far northwest
corner of the park.

- Oh, lucky you.

It's unlikely to be related,

but we still need to
collect it, just in case.

I will have TID process it

as soon as they're
done with the scene.

- Oh, um, how long
do you think that'll take?

- Uh, a couple hours, four tops.

In the meantime,
keep an eye on it.

It's my lucky...

It's my lucky day.

- I wouldn't want to be her.
- Ooh.

Man, that man is an
Olympic-level yeller.

You got an ID on our vic?

- Yeah, Cheryl Budny, 42,
works at Lincoln Junior High.

She left at her usual
time around 5:00 p.m...

didn't show up today.

- She live close by the park?

- No, Culver City.

- So that means
that the dump site

is most likely
related to the killer.

- Yeah, Cheryl's brother
lives over in Little Armenia.

He should be here any minute.

I reserved interview
three for us.

- Great.

- You still have all
your fingers and toes?

- Sergeant Grey was very fair.

And again, I'm...
I'm very sorry.

- Don't worry about us.

It's you guys who are
gonna pay the price.

- What do you mean?

- Any more evidence pointing
to the Pentagram Killer?

- Some of the
signature qualities match

his previous victims, but
all are public knowledge.

- Which means we can't
decisively say it's him.

- Nolan, I need you guys 10-8.

Calls are backing up.

26 pending related
to the Pentagram.

And that's the price.

- Cheryl's next of
kin is on his way.

Call us if you get
anything interesting.

- Phone call. On the phone.

- All right, what have
we got, Officer Thorsen?

- Well, she attempted to contact

a well-known criminal
and one suspect.

She ran when she saw
my uniform, giving me

probable cause to believe
that she also was engaged

in criminal activity.

And she also held
$15,000 in cash.

And cash is frequently used

to finance and
conceal criminal activity.

- Not bad.

Is that enough to arrest?

- I mean, she tried
to scratch my face off.

So there's a 1-48 right there.

But I'm actually more interested

in why she had all
that money on her.

- Good. Under stress,
you made a tactical entry.

You were responsive
to criminal activity

and assertive when
she tried to run.

You may build
this TRAIN just yet.

Well, what about "nerve"?

I mean, she hit me with her bag,

and did you see her nails?

- Nope.

Hurry up and process 'em.

We got work to do.

- Jeff Budny?

I'm Detective Lopez.

This is Detective Harper.

If you follow us, we
have a room set up.

- I got 30 minutes
left on my lunch break.

Can't you just say whatever it
is you need to say right here?

- Uh, well, we're sorry
to have to tell you this,

but it's about
your sister, Cheryl.

- What about her?

- She's deceased.

- What?

What happened?

- It was a homicide.

I'm so sorry.
- A homicide?

Wait, wait, wait.

That's... when? How?

- Listen, I know
this is difficult,

but we really would like to
speak with you somewhere

where there's more privacy.

- Just tell me what
happened to my sister.

- They discovered her
body in a park this morning.

And that's really all
we can say right now.

- That's all you can say?

- Did you two get along?

I mean, when was the last
time you saw or spoke with her?

- We were tight, all
right? I don't know.

I talked to her a
couple days ago.

Wednesday, maybe. I don't know.

- Can you think of anyone
who wanted to harm her?

- No.

She worked at a grade school.

- Well, I'm sorry,
but I have to ask,

what were you doing last night?

- You mean while my
sister was being murdered?

Yeah, watching the
Laker game at Barney's.

20 people can vouch for me.

- Listen, I know you're upset,
and I cannot even imagine

what you are going
through right now.

But the more you give us,

the faster we can
find who did this.

- I can't do this
right now, okay?

There's people I need to call.

My mom, jeez. I
gotta call my mom.

- We understand, but
as soon as possible,

we need to sit down with
you and get a full statement.

Call us when you're ready.

Any time, day or night.

Well, he seems genuinely upset.

- Yeah, still gonna
check that alibi, though.

- Damn straight.

- All right, Sarge, both
suspects are booked.

- Do you want a medal?

- No, sir.

I just really would
like to figure out

what a suburban housewife
was doing with all that cash.

And why bring it to Tyson?

- Opioids, gambling,
debt, pirated movies.

Who knows? Who cares?

They never completed
the transaction.

- If there's more to it,

shouldn't we dig
a little deeper?

- Good.

The I in TRAIN stands
for Investigative Initiative.

- That's two I's.

Never mind.

- You don't get the I
unless it's under stress.

So we're gonna
make this interesting.

You've got nine minutes

to get to the bottom of this.

If you can't, I'm gonna
recommend we extend

your probation and return
you to the FTO program.

- Nine minutes? Why not ten?

- Now it's eight
minutes, 47 seconds.

Ticktock.

- So why were you attempting
to pay Tyson Kalashnikov

$15,000 in cash?

- 'Cause he's my gigolo.

I got a thing for guys
who can't move their arms.

- Mm-hmm.

- Hello?

- Yes, arm casts. Very sexy.

Oh, your husband's in prison.

I mean, your husband
is Austin Walker,

doing three to
five in San Quentin

for embezzlement.

Is that right?
- Austin made a mistake.

- Yeah, one with very
serious consequences.

Now, did you know

that Tyson did four
stints in San Quentin?

And that's where he's
heading back to now.

And it looks like he's
also the lieutenant

of the Devil's
Crown prison gang.

They run your husband's prison.

Okay, so connecting those dots,

I'm guessing that you paid Tyson

to keep your husband
safe while he's inside.

Is that what's happening?

Tyson said that if I didn't pay
him the money by tomorrow,

Austin was as good as dead.

He's all I have. I
didn't have a choice.

I didn't... I didn't
know what else to do.

- Okay, look, don't worry.

All right? I'm gonna help you.

Sir, I need to call the prison
and have Austin Walker put

into protective
custody, like, right now.

- Already done, and
you still have 25 seconds.

Are you sure your
investigation is complete?

- Yeah, I think so.

I mean, it's just a
classic protection racket.

- Are you asking me,
or are you telling me?

- No, I'm telling...
I'm telling you.

- Okay.

- Unless I'm missing something.

- I didn't say that.

Time's up.

- Ooh, listen to this one.

A man says that
his neighbor's cat

is possessed by the Pentagram.

- There's gotta be
one tip on that call line

that is not totally insane.

- Uh, let's see.

A lady with a
devil-worshipping nephew.

- Skip it.
- Teenage girl thought

that her mailman
was the Pentagram

and was there to snatch her.

Oh, she actually
sprayed him with a hose.

- Next.
- Old lady claims her husband

committed the murders
while he was on shore leave.

- Was he in the Navy?

- It looks like
commercial fisherman.

- Attach us to that.
- Really?

- Commercial fisherman
work a lot at night...

perfect excuse to
be out late, hunting.

All of our victims had ligature
marks from being tied up.

You know who's really
good at tying knots?

- Fishermen?
- Bingo.

- Mrs. Opal Jesper?

We're here about
a tip you called in.

- I'm... I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have done
that. It was a mistake.

- Ma'am...

you said your husband
is the Pentagram Killer.

That does not
sound like a mistake.

- I didn't know what to do.

I found this.

- Sandra Owens.

That's the first victim.

- Ma'am, where is
your husband right now?

- He's been dead
for seven years.

- Probably more inside.
Thanks very much.

- Thanks.

- What's gonna happen to me?

- Well, the detectives
are gonna have

a few more questions
for you back at the station.

- At the station?

Will you be there?
- No, ma'am.

I'm a patrol officer,
not an investigator.

- Oh.

- Um, I'll tell you what.

Why don't you take my card?

If you need anything,
give me a call.

My mobile number's
on there, all right?

If you'll excuse us
just for a moment?

Thanks.

- Hey.

That widow looks like
she's sweet on you.

- Yeah, Nolan gave
her his number.

- Yes, I was trying
to build rapport.

- Did it work?
- Hard to say.

She insists she didn't know
anything about the murders

until after her husband died
and she found the trophies.

- I mean, how could
she not have known?

- Well, her husband wasn't
on the original suspect list,

which means that he was
good at flying under the radar.

- Well, at least we can
eliminate the Pentagram Killer

as a suspect in
Cheryl Budny's case.

- Let's hope his
copycat isn't as skilled

at covering his tracks.

- Nolan, Juarez.

So I understand
you took the call.

- Yes, sir. We got lucky.

- Well, actually, Officer
Nolan picked it out.

He thought it sounded credible.
- Nice catch.

Look, the mayor asked me
to give a press conference

announcing the identity
of the Pentagram Killer.

I'd like you two to be there
so I can recognize your work.

- Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

- All right, go get cleaned
up. You're gonna be on TV.

- Do you think I have
time for a blowout?

- Absolutely not.

- No?
- Come on.

- You ready?

- Yeah.

Let's go.

- Is that the widow?

- It must be.

You know, I almost
attached to that call.

But I got pulled to a 2-11 that
turned out to be a false alarm.

- Then you'd be the one on TV,

and Primm would have realized
what a giant mistake he made

torpedoing your
detective's exam.

- Yeah, something like that.

Instead, I spent the day
breathing in hot dumpster fumes

while standing guard
over a pile of puke

for three hours
on the off chance

it belonged to our killer.

- Did it?
- Nope.

It was a sick dog.

- Okay, so you had a crappy day.

You've had 'em before,
and you'll have 'em again.

The best part about
being on patrol is

you never know
what's gonna happen.

Maybe tomorrow,
you'll be the big hero.

- I would just settle
for not having to deal

with any bodily fluids.

- Yeah, don't be too greedy.

- So do you really believe
the widow had no idea?

- I don't know. I
mean, there was a time

when I couldn't have
conceived of not being able to tell

that my partner was keeping
something from me, but...

- Then I went and hid a
whole husband from you.

- Yeah, pretty much.
But you know what?

Getting through that
made us stronger.

- Yeah.
- What about you?

Do you think if you
found out I was a murderer

would you turn me in?

- Absolutely.

- Not a moment's hesitation.

- I think you should be
more worried if I did hesitate.

- Yeah.
- What about you?

- Well, as a cop, it'd
be my duty to arrest you.

But I have to say, I
would be pretty handy

at helping you hide a body.

- So romantic.

I know, right?

- Hey.

How'd today go?

- Uh, good, I think.

Sergeant Bradford said
something to me today

that made me think I need
to dig deeper on our case,

but you ever read
something ten times

and still feel like you're
missing the point of it?

- Performing under
pressure takes many forms.

Sometimes physical,
so you feel nervous.

Other times, mental.

And you just can't see
the forest from the trees.

- Yeah, well, all I
can see is trees.

So any advice?

- Yeah, stop thinking about it.

Take a walk.

Take a shower.

Turn your brain off.

Let your mind find the answer.

In other words, go home.

- Yes, sir.

Sleep couldn't hurt.

- That's right.

I'll see you tomorrow.

- Hey, uh, did you come
over here just to check on me,

or did you need something?

- It can keep till the morning.

- I mean, I'm here
now. What's up?

- I just received a call
from San Quentin Prison.

And apparently they
failed to grasp the urgency

of your request to
put Austin Walker

into protective custody.

When they finally
went to move him,

he was already dead.

Sorry, son.

- That sounds like
quite the first day back.

- It was.

I mean, in some ways,

I feel really good about it.

You know, I didn't freeze,

and I handled every crazy
obstacle Tim threw at me.

But for the day
to end like that...

- When your watch
commander told you

that man had been killed,

how did you feel?
- Frustrated.

- You realize that's
the exact word you used

yesterday after our
visualization exercise?

- Well, it's
frustrating, you know,

knowing I can be
doing everything right

and things still go wrong.

- Lack of control is scary,

especially when your job
involves so much violence.

Hey, when you start
to notice those feelings,

try focusing on the
things you can control.

Tyson is still in
custody, and I can work

on connecting him to the murder,

but what I still don't get is,

if Stacy had until today to
pay the protection money,

why was her husband
murdered last night?

I did miss something.

- So our victim
had lots of enemies.

At first, Cheryl's neighbors
and coworkers were

a little hesitant to speak
ill of the dead, but...

- Yeah, but once they got
going, they would not stop.

- They would not stop.

- That tracks with
what we found online.

Her school's unofficial message
board has an entire subgroup

devoted to hating on her.

- The most extreme
comments coming from a user

going by the handle
GridironGangsta.

We traced the account back
to this guy, Conrad Bataglia.

No criminal history, but he
lives with his wife, Justine,

a mile away from the park,

and he coaches football
at Cheryl's school.

- So he's a gridiron something.

- Let me give you
a few highlights.

Um, "She deserves cancer."

"I fantasize about shoving
a stapler down her throat."

And "Someone should
euthanize the bitch."

- Yikes.

- Yeah, so bring Conrad in.

People find it easier to
lie to officers in uniform,

so lock him into a statement

and pretend like you
believe everything he says.

- In the meantime, we'll blow up

all his possible
defenses and alibis.

- You want us to Mayberry it?

- Not full-on Barney Fife,

but don't let him
know he's a suspect.

- Roger.

- Who's Barney Fife?

- Okay, every time you
ask me a question like that...

All I hear is, "You're old."

- Okay, I'm sorry, sir.
No, but really, who is he?

- Hello?
- Officer Nolan?

It's Opal Jesper.
- Oh, hi, Mrs. Jesper.

- Can you tell the reporters
outside my house to leave?

- Oh, uh, no, I really can't.

But if they're
trespassing, just call 911.

- I have no privacy!

The police took my front door.
- Oh.

They probably thought there
was potential evidence on it.

- Well, that's ridiculous!
What could they find?

- Mrs. Jesper, look,

any questions about
the investigation

should really be directed
to Detective Harper

or Detective Lopez.

Meanwhile, I advise you
stay with friends or relatives

until things settle
down a little bit.

And now I hate to do
this, but I have to go.

I'm gonna rush you
off, okay? All right?

- All right.
- Thank you.

Okay, let's go...

where are we going?

- Nolan, look.

Hello?

Mr. Bataglia?

Police!

Hello?

- Control, 7-Adam-15.
We have an open door.

We're making entry to
the residence to clear it.

Mr. Bataglia!

Police department!

We're coming inside your house!

Go.

Clear!

Clear!

Clear!

Juarez!

- The rest of the
house is clear.

No sign of Bataglia.

7-Adam-15, we have
a DB at the residence.

Notify Homicide,
watch commander,

and issue a BOLO
for Conrad Bataglia.

- Thanks for coming
back, Mrs. Walker,

but I just need a
little more information

before I can charge anyone.

- Anything to help my husband.
- Okay.

- Now, we're hoping
to identify some

of Mr. Kalashnikov's associates.

I mean, he couldn't have
been conducting business

all by himself with
both arms in a cast.

Um, during your
dealings with him,

did you ever see
any of these men?

- Um...

him.

Yeah, it's him.

Uh, I-I-I-I think I've
seen him before.

He's involved, and he scares me.

- Hm.

- Are you sure?
- I'm positive.

Listen, can you tell
me what is going on?

I've called the
prison multiple times.

No one will tell me
anything about Austin.

I'm getting worried here.

- Your husband's in isolation,
where no one can get to him.

They're moving him to a
different facility tomorrow,

where he'll be safe.

- What a relief.

Whew, what a relief.
Thank you, officers.

My God, thank you.

- Hello?

Hello?

- Austin's alive!
- What?

- They have him in isolation
so no one can get to him.

They're gonna move him tomorrow.

What the hell are
you gonna do now?

Hi.
- Stacy?

- Give me the phone.
- Wh... excuse me?

- Stacy, are you there?

- This is Sergeant
Bradford with the LAPD.

This whole conversation
is being recorded.

You want to save me some
time and tell me your name,

or are you gonna
make me run a trace?

Wrong number.

- Trace it is.

- I don't... I don't understand
what's happening right now.

- You're under arrest
for the murder for hire

of your husband.

- I don't understand.
- Look, we lied.

And I'm sorry to inform
you, your husband is dead.

He was killed last night in jail

by one of Tyson's cronies.

And, look, I couldn't
see why you wanted

your husband dead until
I read his criminal history.

Again, no convictions,
but multiple phone calls

to your house for
domestic violence.

- Throw in a mistress
and a judge authorized

a tap on your phone.

- And you just
confirmed our suspicions.

Okay.

Oh, my goodness.

- Judge just signed the
Ramey warrant for Conrad.

BOLO's in the system.

- Yeah, and we
put his car in SVS.

How was the wife found?

- Kitchen floor,
facing the west wall.

Multiple stab wounds,
weapon still outstanding.

- Well, then what, wife
finds out hubby kills Cheryl

and then confronts him?

- Hubby panics and kills
the wife to silence her.

He realizes what he's
done and goes on the run.

Desperate idiot's playbook.

- Uh, there are no clear prints
on the doorknob, just smudges.

- What's the time
element for when she died?

- Go ahead. You got this.

- Well, I mean,
a body loses heat

at a rate of 1.5
degrees per hour.

Thermostat is at 68.

But the body of
the victim wasn't

that cold when we found it.

So I would say about
an hour, 90 minutes tops.

- She's right.
- Hmm.

- What about the canvass?

- Uh, not home, not
home, all not home.

Home, but didn't
see or hear anything.

- Harper searched
Conrad's social media

and emergency contacts.

- And if Conrad is running,
he's gonna need help.

So here are his closest friends.

Start from the bottom
and work your way up.

- All right, I'll get
Chen's help with this.

She'll take odds,
we'll take evens.

- Great.

- Control, location
nine is unoccupied.

Show me en route to
location number seven.

- All right, location
six, Jose Martinez,

his husband, Todd.

It should be right up there...

By that Toyota.

Did you see that?

- Yeah, I saw bushes
move. Is that Conrad?

- Control, we have a possible
at location six on Brywood.

Adam-19 attach.

- Conrad, I wanna
see your hands.

- 7-Adam-15, Code-6
on suspect Bataglia,

2300 block Brywood.

- Don't move. Show
me your hands!

- We got a foot pursuit,
northbound Brywood!

- Come here. Get up.

- No, wait!
- Against the car!

Aah. No! Wait!

You don't understand!
He's trying to kill me!

- Hands. Hands!

- Are you hurt anywhere else?

- Just my head and right here.

- All right, take us through
what happened, slowly.

- This man broke into
our house and tied us up.

And he made me
watch while he killed...

while he killed Justine.

I don't know how I got away,

but I must have
broke the restraints.

He tried to stop me,

but I got away, and
I-I just kept running.

- He's almost
ready for transport.

- 11-79 was just reported

at 1025 South Butterfield Drive.

- That's Opal's address.

Control, 7-Adam-15, you have
any more details on the 11-79?

- There's a man trapped
under the homeowner's vehicle.

Fire and RA already en route.

- Control, attach us to this.

Uh, Chen?

Yeah, what's up?

- Would you escort
Conrad to the hospital?

He's been Mirandized.
- Yeah, of course.

- Come on.

- What just happened?

- Something about
the Pentagram widow.

He'll be ready to go in five.

- Are they looking for him?

The guy who killed my wife?

- Can you describe him?
- I don't know.

Uh, he was white, average
height, average weight.

He was... he was deranged.

- Any idea why he targeted you?

Okay, look, I want
to get this guy.

All right? Your wife
deserves justice.

But white, average
height, weight,

that's not gonna get him.

Does this have anything
to do with Cheryl Budny?

- Uh...

Look,

I-I didn't mean to kill her.

I was just so tired of her lies.

We were fighting,
and I shoved her.

And I guess she hit her head.

- All right, well, killing her
might have been an accident,

but carving a pentagram
into her stomach was not.

Why didn't you call the police?

- I don't know.
I-I-I was scared.

I-I-I knew you guys would see
the post that I made about her.

So I tried to make it look
like it was that Pentagram guy

from the documentary.

But then today, I got a
text from Cheryl, and it said

that she wanted me to feel
the same pain that I caused.

It's on my phone. Look.

Oh!

- Aah!

- Officers taking fire,
2300 block of Brywood.

Shooter has a long gun.

- 23-31, we're
10-9-7 on Brywood.

Go.

Ready?

- I'm clear!

Go!

Go!

- Nobody else down
Brywood! He's got a clear shot.

Stay off Brywood.

- Anybody hurt?

- We're okay.

Conrad's dead.

Medic took a shot in the leg.

- We can't let him escape.
We gotta seal him off.

- We can't get a
unit behind him.

There's a fence. The
alley doesn't go through.

- Can't they just climb over?
- Shooter will pick 'em off

as soon as they climb up.

Can I get an airship to help
seal off Brywood to the south?

- Copy. Air 11 is en route.

ETA, less than three minutes.

- He's gonna be gone by then.

I can get down the
alleyway and just cut him off.

- No, way, that's a
40-yard open-field run.

- Well, if his head
pops up, just blow it off.

I'll be all right.

Just let me know
when you're ready.

- Come on.

- Go.

- She made it. Code-4.

- And she doesn't want
to give up her position.

Smart girl.

- Stop where you
are! Stop right there!

Put your hands
where I can see them.

Turn around and put
your hands in the air.

Put your hands in the air.

Do it now.

Get your hand off your weapon.

Stop where you are.

Stop. Stop where you are.

Shooter's down!

Code-4!

I need a medic!
The shooter is down!

- In a panic, the wife of the
alleged Pentagram Killer,

attempted to flee,

injuring a reporter
in the process.

- of the original spree.

Our own Steve Sahagan
was almost crushed

by the frantic widow. Steve?

- Juarez, get on crowd
control. Get these people back.

Back, folks. Get out of the way.

Come on.

- Everyone. I need
everyone to stand back!

This is a crime scene.

- Opal, what happened?

- I just wanted them
to leave me alone.

- I thought you were
gonna stay with friends.

- What friends?

I tried calling.

None of them want
anything to do with me.

It's all gone... my
life, my friends,

my home.

He took it all.

- They can't blame
you if you didn't know.

Opal, did you know?

- That my husband of
42 years was a killer?

Of course not.

But there... there were
some... some things.

He'd give me jewelry that
I knew we couldn't afford.

He liked me to wear it,
and then it would disappear.

And once I-I found...

I found a pair of ladies'
underwear in the car.

I threw them away,
but I didn't ask.

I didn't want to know.

I didn't want to know.

- Bailey.

- Hey.

- I can't leave you
alone for a minute.

- I know.
- How's Carmichael? Is he okay?

- Yeah, he's barely scratched.

He's going around
telling everyone

that he was shot, though.

- Well, technically,
he's not wrong.

- Lucy was an absolute
badass out there, though.

We're still waiting to
hear if the guy she shot's

gonna pull through.

- Well, patrol found 87 guns

at that guy's house.

Looks like he finally
found a reason to use 'em.

- That's unbelievable.

How's the reporter?

- In surgery. Opal
crushed his leg.

- What's gonna happen to her?

- Well, about 50 reporters
got the whole thing on camera,

so there's not gonna be a lot
of wiggle room for the defense.

- Yeah, the Pentagram
Killer's last victims.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Why are you here?
- The, uh...

the Pentagram widow
ran over a reporter.

Right, right.

I passed Tim's TRAIN test.

- Congrats.
- Yeah.

- I knew you would.

Didn't you have to
get punched in the face

or something to pass?
- Oh, I did.

I mean, she was
only like 90 pounds,

but it still counts, you know.

Anyways, I came to
see if there's any news

on Lucy's shooting.

- Not yet.

- Do we know?

- Still waiting.
- Where is she?

All right.

- They're over there, yeah.

- Hey.

Are you hurt?

My God.

You didn't have to take my
hero suggestion so literally.

- I don't feel
like a hero at all.

- Any news?

- He's still in
surgery right now.

What if he dies?

What if I killed that guy?

- Then we'll deal with it.

- Jeff Budny made
it through surgery.

They're taking him to the ICU.

- Wait, he's alive?

- Now the DA still
needs your statement

for the shooting inquiry.

And should he
die from his injuries

at a later time, the
investigation will resume.

- But try not to worry
about that right now.

- Can the statement wait?

- Yeah, tomorrow morning's fine.

Let's go.

Come on. Come on.

Let's go home.

- Damn it.