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Rosalind Dyer
was convicted of killing.

The bodies
were never recovered.

There's another body.
And it's much fresher.

Don't look at me.

I've been in prison
for the last five years.

What's DOD?
"Day of Death."

Wesley, wake up! You mixed
anxiety meds and alcohol.

Are you trying
to kill yourself?
I don't...know.

Rosalind put the letter
in the book for me to find...

to torture me.

The only person
that knew

Rosalind buried a body
in that spot is her.

Maybe she was working with
someone from back in the day.

Lucy.
Hey.

Caleb.
Mm.

We have found our next victim,
and she is alive.

In pursuit of suspect.
Requesting airship --

Nolan!

You're saying
that I should go get a drink?

Maybe even
with another human.

To you.
To me.

You put something
in my drink.

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

Mm.
You know what it is?

Tell me.

My day of death.

Ooh!

Oh!

Good morning!

Gonna be another awesome day
in the LAPD.

Hmm.

Guess your date went well.

I know it looks bad.

Looks bad?

I asked you if you were
trying to kill yourself,

and you said,
"I don't know."

I was out of it.

I'm not gonna do that again.
I promise.

Hey.

You can go to work.

I already called in sick.

You know,
I don't need a babysitter.

Tough.

The following is a statement

from convicted serial killer
Rosalind Dyer.

But first, a warning --

this may be disturbing
to some of our viewers.

She writes, "Five years ago,

Detective Nick Armstrong
looked into my eyes

and fulfilled
his darkest fantasy,

arresting me
for playing at slaughter.

Since that moment, I have lived
in a variety of cells.

Until yesterday,
the world thought

that I was trapped
inside cinderblock walls --

a prisoner.

But I've been killing
this whole time."

Hey.
Have you seen Lucy?

Uh, no, not yet.

She didn't come home
last night.

Well, she's a grown woman.
Why? Are you worried?

No. I-I mean,
yeah, a little.

I-I texted and called --
there's still no answer.

Her phone could be dead.

She's always complaining

the charger in her car
doesn't work.

Harper. Did you see Lucy
in the locker room?

No. Why?

If she's just running late
and we ring the fire alarm,

she'll get dinged,
but --

But if we don't
and something terrible --

Sergeant.

Sgt. Yeah.

Tell him.

Lucy did not come home
last night.

She's not responding
to texts or calls.

Okay. W--

Did she go out
with that guy?

The -- The one she met
at a bar.

Caleb...Wright.
With a "W."

Yeah, yeah, she was, uh,
heading to meet him

when we walked out together
last night about30.

Haven't heard
from her since.

Could've ended up
at his place -- overslept.

No. Lucy doesn't do
one-night stands.
No. And she's never late.

What do you know
about this Caleb guy?

Nothing.

No, he, uh -- he said
that he worked for a
medical supply company.

I saw a video of him
playing with a puppy.

Chen was checking out
his social media page.

Alright, take West,
run a background check.

I want to know everything
you can find on Caleb

before we knock
on his door.

And find Armstrong.

Right. Come on.

I'll run a trace
on Lucy's phone,

get her into MUPS
and NaMus systems.

Everyone, listen up!

Officer Lucy Chen has not been
seen for approximately 13 hours.

Given the circumstance,
we cannot rule out abduction.

So stop
whatever you're doing.

I want everyone on this
until she's located.

Notify S.O., see if they can
shag calls for service.

Phone company says
GPS is disabled.

Last tower ping was on Sixth
and LaBrea at07 last night.

That is not far
from the bar where we were

when she met Caleb --
it's, uh, Las Torres.

Control, I need a shop
to swing by Las Torres

looking for a missing officer,
Lucy Chen.

Code 3.
Copy that.

So, what do we do now?
Go to the hospital.

Talk to the victim
you saved,

see if she has any insight
to help us find this guy.

If anything's happened
to Lucy --

Don't go there.

If she is in trouble,
the only way you are good to her

is if you are focused
solely on saving her,

not playing
worst-case scenarios.

Caleb Wright
doesn't seem to exist.

That's impossible.
I saw his social media page.

Well, it's gone now.
He must've erased it.

But if he is our guy,

then he's already
faked one identity.

Bryan Coleman.
Exactly.

He stole his life
to gain access to the old zoo.

Used its isolation
to kill his victims.

But with that place burned, he's
gonna need new killing ground.

My guess is
he already has one

and that's where
Lucy is right now.

Let's go.

Oh, hey. You're up.

I'd offer you some,
but it's better

if your stomach's empty,
you know, later.

All the screaming
tends to make you --

Can -- Can I at least
have some water?

Oh, of course.
I'm not a monster.

Don't get greedy.

Is this why you hit on me
in that bar?

Why you asked me out?
So you could make me a victim?

Oh. No.
no.

I see the confusion.

You weren't the target.

You were just
a happy opportunity.

I was there
scoping out Armstrong.

Honestly, I don't know
what Rosalind sees in the guy.

But who am I to judge?

We all have our fetishes.

Are you gonna bury me

in Rosalind's
third unmarked grave?

I think so?

I was gonna
put Nora in there,

but then your friend
screwed that up.

Why are you doing this?

You know, that's more of
a second date question.

And we're just not
gonna get there.

I'm sorry.

Now,
I got to get to it.

I got a lot to do
before I put you inside --
Wait, wait, wait.

Uh, why --
why the tattoo?

Is it...
some display of ownership?

The ultimate control
over another person --

deciding when they die?

No.

It's not for me, silly.

It's for you.

To force you to face
the truth of your death.

It's the gift of something
we rarely get in life --

clarity.

Did Rosalind
teach you that?

No!

That's mine.

I just thought
Rosalind is your mentor, so ---

No, no, no.
It's not like that.

We're equals.

Does she know that?

You're good, Officer Chen.

I'm gonna enjoy this.

More than I thought I would.

Ms. Valdez?

You saved me.

Yeah.

Thanking you seems...
inadequate.

And unnecessary.

We were just happy
we were there in time.

Now maybe you can help us
save someone else.

Oh, no.

I'm afraid so.

Uh, a friend of ours
might have been taken.

Anything that you can remember
about your experience

would really help us.

I never saw his face.

He wore
that horrible mask.

How long after he took you
did he give you the tattoo?

At least 12 hours.

I was leaving work
when he grabbed me.

Around- 00 or- 00.

That's the same timeline
as Lucy.

Did he say or do anything
that stood out to you?

Yeah.

He was so...happy.

He kept saying that she was
going to be impressed by him.

I didn't know
who he was talking about.

We do.

Did he mention any other place
aside from the old zoo?

Somewhere he might go?

No.

I'm sorry.
That's all I can remember.

How long would it take
to suffocate in an oil barrel?

It depends.

If the lid
is sealed in place,

only 21% of the air
inside that barrel is oxygen.

So every time
she breathes in,

she's absorbing
some of that oxygen,

and every time
she breathes out,

she's adding carbon dioxide
to the air.

So if she can stay calm
and breathe shallowly,

she can last
for several hours.

But...
not longer than that.

Thanks.

The bartender at Las Torres
recognized Lucy and Caleb.

The good news --

there's a security camera
in the parking lot,

so we know
they left at05.

The bad news.

The camera angle's too steep
to recognize faces.

Two minutes later...

this car drove by.

The license plate
on Caleb's car

was reported stolen
earlier that day.

Officer Chen's car
was found in the alley

where she left it
last night.

Which means we believe
Caleb is Rosalind's protégé

and he took
Officer Chen.

I know how upsetting this is,
but we have to remain focused.

She's counting on us.

Any other questions?

What's up?
Hey.

Lucy's been taken.
I need you.

On my way.

Get dressed. You're coming
to the station with me.

I can stay here.

No, Lucy's in trouble,

and I want you with me
so I don't have to worry.

Okay,
give me one minute.

Nora was abducted
two nights ago.

We found her 18 hours later,
already tattooed

and about to be put
into a barrel to be suffocated.

This makes Caleb's timeline
from abduction to death

approximately 24 hours.

So we have less than 10 hours
to find Lucy.

Unless we're wrong
and she's dead already.

No.

Look, I know I haven't known
Lucy as long as the rest of you,

but I do know
that she is a fighter.

She's gonna do
everything she can

to stay alive
until we save her.

Okay.
We are ready to go.

Help!

Aah!

Nolan.

Grey wants to see us.

Rosalind's behind the whole
thing! I need to talk to her!

Sgt.
We tried that.

It didn't go well.
It was a waste of resources.

This is my case.

Look,
I know this is personal.

And so does Rosalind.

She's trying to manipulate
and hurt you.

She went through a lot
of trouble to set up
that tableau of your wife.

And you're giving her
what she wants by punishing me!

Too bad!

It comes
right from the Chief.

You are too close
to this, Nick.

And we need you here.

Doing what?

Answering the tip line
with Tim and Jackson?

It's a waste of time!

Then go out
and find something better!

Sir, all due respect --
if there's any chance

of us getting even
the smallest clue from Rosalind,

it is worth
talking to her.

I agree.

But she is uniquely focused
on punishing Armstrong.

He was never gonna
get anything out of her.

But you think I might?

She likes you.

Great.

Are you up
for the challenge?

Sir, I'll do anything
to help find Lucy.

Good.

I'll call Sergeant Hernandez
at the prison.

I expect
regular updates.

Yes, sir.

Hey.
Thanks for coming in.

Of course.

Grey's got you
on tip lines?

Nothing says "We got squat"
like listening to the public.

Day off?

Yeah,
something like that.

Can I help?

What's your tolerance level

for cranks and asshats
wasting your time?

I'm a public defender.

Have at it.

Hey.

Well, my last two callers
either believe

that Lucy was abducted
by mole people

or kidnapped to be the new
host body for Hugh Hefner.

This is useless.

We should be out on the streets,
kicking down doors.

Whose doors?

I don't know,
but I-I can't just sit here.

Wait up!

I'm fine.
Just blowing off steam.

I get it, but you got to
get your head in the game.

I don't need a pep talk.

Then why'd you call me?

Clearly, you need
to get something off your chest.

Look, sh--

She wanted to go home.

Okay? Go to bed.

I told her that she should
focus on something else.

She went out with Caleb
because I told her to.

You couldn't have known.

But I should've.
I'm a cop.

I was standing
this close to the guy.

Okay? Right across from him,
and I never saw him coming.

But she did, though.
Sh--

Some part of her didn't feel
right about this whole thing.

She hesitated.

And I-I pushed her
right at him.

So, what's your plan?

I'm open to suggestions.

Rosalind's been playing us
from the beginning --

pretending to make a deal
with the D.A.,

planting that coded letter
for Armstrong to find.

Even a mislead
could be something.

What she does not
tell us

could be just as important
as what she does.

That makes no sense.

I'm trying
to be supportive here.

It's not really
my lane.

No, it's clearly not.

But it's appreciated.

Rosalind, visitors.

You know the drill.

Step away from the door.

Took you long enough.

Step back.

On your knees.

No Armstrong?

He's working
another case.

Let's not start
with lies.

He found
the letter I hid,

which means he found the package
I arranged for him.

Tell me everything.
Did he cry?

I know most women
find it a turn-off,

but I love it
when a man cries.

I'm not here
to talk about Armstrong.

I'm here to talk
about your favorite topic.

You.

You're upset.

I understand.

That pretty police officer
is in trouble.

It's all over the news.

Then you understand why it's
so important that I find her.

I've come
to make you an offer.

I'm listening.

Tell me who the guy is
and where I can find him.

And why would I do that?

To regain control.

I saw your statement
to the press.

I mean, yes,
you project strength,

but clearly, it's coming
from a place of weakness.

You know Caleb is
stealing your thunder.

Not at all.

His kills are my kills.

Oh, that's not
how the world sees it.

No,
he's the boogeyman now.

Caleb is eclipsing you,
and you know it.

Soon, you'll barely be
an afterthought.

I will never be
an afterthought.

Oh, face it, Rosalind.

Yesterday was your last day
driving this narrative.

It's Caleb's show now.

Unless you turn on him.

Show him, show the world
no one eclipses Rosalind Dyer.

I'll give you 30 minutes
to think about it,

and after that,
I'm gone.

So is
all your leverage.

Looks like
you got through to her.

Maybe.

But we might not
need her anymore.

Sergeant Hernandez, does she get
any packages delivered?

Only thing she's received
since she's been here

is some fan letters,

and the censors go over those
with a magnifying glass.

I saw some Bovetti Chocolates
in her cell.

I'm assuming those are not
from the prison commissary.

No. They're not.

Black market items make it
everywhere inside this place,

even death row.

That's how Rosalind has been
communicating with Caleb.

Notes hidden
inside contraband.

We need to find

whoever is running contraband
into the prison.

That's who's gonna lead us
to Caleb.

It sounds good,
but ID'ing the source

of a major criminal enterprise
is gonna take time --

time we don't have.

I know someone who can find out
in one phone call.

No, sir, I don't need you
to send me the photo.

Officer Chen
did not time-travel

into your grandparents'
wedding photo --

Because physics.

Hey.

Do you have any clients

at Central California
Women's Facility?

Sure.
Three, I think.

They need to tell you
who's running contraband
into the prison.

Okay, but I can't do anything
to incriminate a client.

No one cares about
black market cigarettes.

Getting to that smuggler
might be our only hope

at finding Lucy
before it's too late.

Okay.

Aah!

If I get that away from you,
it's going right in your brain.

Such bravado --

still thinking
there's an escape.

You weren't conscious
for your birth,

but you will feel
every second of your death.

That's some
greeting card level villainy.

Not that psychopaths are known
for being original thinkers.

I know
what you're trying to do,

but you're not gonna ruin
this moment for me.

Let's go.

Aah!

This is new.

You suffocated the other
two victims above ground

before you buried them
with Rosalind's kills.

Given the setbacks,
I'm taking extra precautions.

Climb in.

I'm not
getting in there.

You know,
they all say that.

And then
they all get in.

You know why?

Hope.

Inside that barrel,
there's still life.

Out here...

only death.

And you and I
both know that,

despite the evidence
literally tattooed on your side,

you don't think
you're dying today.

So get in the barrel.

Get down.

Look.

Any last words?

Yeah.

You're gonna be dead
long before I am.

So I can watch.

Oh! Oh!

Problem, Officer?

You listen to me
very carefully.

Your name is
Benjamin Lassie.

You're a mid-level idiot
who controls every illicit item

that enters the Central
California Women's Facility.

And today is
your day of reckoning.

Now, I am responsible
for a life that is in jeopardy,

and I will do
whatever I have to to save her.

Do you understand?

There's a man
who gives you items to smuggle

onto death row
for Rosalind Dyer.

You are gonna
give me that man.

Why would I do that?

Because if you don't,
I will pull you inside out.

His name is Jerry Havel.

He worked as a guard
for a few months

at Rosalind's prison
back in 2017.

We're pulling records now,
but Tim's already got

a SWAT team
and no-knock warrant.

What the hell?!

Go, go, go!

Coming left!

One down!

Get up!
Where's Lucy?!

Bedroom's clear!
That's not --
That's not Caleb.

Damn it!

Who the hell's Caleb?
Or Lucy?

Your name is Jerry Havel.

You work as a prison guard at
Central California Correctional.

No, no,
my name's Jerry,

but I've never worked
at that prison.

I've been on disability
for the last five years --

inmate shivved me
during a riot.

Look, DOC clearly states
that you work at that prison.

Ah.

My identity was stolen.

Right around
three years ago.

Really screwed up
my credit!

Caleb used Jerry's identity
to get into prison,

get close to Rosalind.

Just like he stole
Bryan Coleman's identity.

Is this connected to
the officer that was abducted?

Yeah.

And you were our last shot
at saving her.

Hey.

Tim and Jackson struck out
with the smuggler.

So it's on you to get her
to give us something

that'll lead us
to Lucy's kidnapping.

You can do this.

You have a unique ability
to connect with people.

She's a psychopath who enjoys
mind games and dismemberment.

That's not exactly
my lane here.

Tough.

Time's up.
I need an answer.

You already proved your point
with Caleb.

Now give him to me
and take back control.

There's a flaw in your theory,
and you just can't see it.

And now you've squandered
the one thing you don't have --

time.

What are you
talking about?

The third grave was
never the end game.

Then what was?

Not what.

Who.

Rosalind was right.

I failed you.

I am so sorry.

Come on, Nick.
Pick up the phone.

Nick! Hey.

Hey! Hey, hey!
Hey!

Hands where I can see --
Hands where I can see them!

On the ground -- now!

Sure.
I could do that.

But then
who would let Lucy out?

If I don't make it back,
she'll die.

Easy.

Where is she?

Where she'll never be found,
unless you come with me.

You do that,
and I'll let her go.

Yeah,
I don't believe you.

There's no reason
you should.

Here's the thing,
though --

if you take me in,
Lucy dies --

scared and alone.

And --

Oh, wait.

This is sounding familiar.

I am not playing
your game!

It's not a game,
Nick.

It's a choice.

Will Lucy die
or will you?

My car's over there.
Lead the way.

Over here!

What?

We're too late.

Oh, my God.

Hey, check it out.

What's that?

Copies of
credit card statements

that Caleb used
in Jerry's name.

There could be charges in here
that lead us to Caleb.

Come on, we gotta get back
to the station.

Come on.
Get everyone on it.

That's what
I was about to say.

You okay?

No.

What have you been doing?

Combing through
Rosalind's biographical data.

Look, I figured that Caleb
must be pretty obsessed with her

if he's going through
with all this, so maybe...

he's keeping Lucy somewhere
that connects to her.

That's good.

Whose house is this?

It belonged to
Rosalind's uncle.

She told me about it
when I was at the prison.

It's sacred land.

It's where she scored
her first kill.

You don't know
about that one.

There's so much
you don't know about her.

I know everything.

Good for you.

'Cause, dude, I don't want
to know everything.

People like her, like you,
you're a cancer.

You'd know something about that,
wouldn't you?

Where's Lucy?

In the house.

Let's go see her.

Watch the tripwire.

There you go.

Hey, hey,
we got something.

Caleb used Jerry's identity
to rent a post office box

in Kern County,
near the prison.

But he kept it up
after he quit.

Still pays for it.
He must have a place close by.

Rosalind's family -- her trust
owns a farm in Kern County.

Lucy!

Lucy!

Yeah.

She's in the ground
out there somewhere.

Rosalind felt bad that
you missed your wife's death,

so she's giving you Lucy's death
to make up for it.

We'll watch it together.

And then you'll go
in that barrel.

LAPD unit on site.

We cannot wait for SWAT.
We're going in.

LAPD! Drop that gun!

No!

Damn it!

No!

He's the only one
who knows where Lucy is!

Stabilize his head.
Let's roll him over.
Okay.

Go, go, go.

Find something
to put pressure on that.

This is
Officer John Nolan.

I need a Code 3 ambulance
sent to 757 Old Farm Road.

I have
a gunshot wound victim,

male in his 30s,
conscious and breathing.

Copy.
Code 3 ambulance en route.

Be advised ambulance ETA
is eight minutes.

He won't last that long.

I'm gonna get
the first aid kit.

What are you doing?

John?

The ambulance
is eight minutes out.

I have a gunshot wound victim,
one round to the chest.

If he dies, Lucy dies.
Where the hell's Lucy?

Turn the phone around
so I can see.

Closer. I can't see.
More light.

Hold him.

Get the flashlight.

Okay. Pull the cloth
away from the wound.

Gently push down on
different parts of his abdomen.

John, I need to see
inside the wound.

How am I
supposed to do that?

Pull the flesh back
from around the wound.

Shine the flashlight in there,
far as you can.

Where is she?
Where is Lucy?!

She's dead.

Hold him down.

He's losing a lot of blood.
He's getting pale.

The round may have nicked
one of the thoracic branches,

which means you have
about a minute.

Stick your hands in there,
far as you can.

You need to pull the flesh
away from the wound.

Shine the flashlight in there
so I can see.

Laceration
right subclavian artery.

John, you need to stick
your fingers in there

and feel around
for the source of the pumping.

I got it.

I'm holding it.

I got it.

Okay, see if
you can pinch it.

No.

I lost it.
Put your hands
back in there.

I can't find it.
Find it.
You can find it.
Nolan.

Nolan. He's gone.

She's out there somewhere.
She's still alive.

That grave is gonna be fresh.
We got to look.

Caleb is dead.

Lucy's buried
somewhere on the property.

We got to find her.

Can't even tell
if she's still breathing.

Spread out.

Airship, we have an officer
buried alive.

Looking for the site.

He wouldn't have buried her
close to the house.

Come on.

Airship to ground.

Hate to say it, but there's
a lot of possible sites

visible from up here --
mostly east and north.

Let's split up.
You go left, alright?

I've got her!

I've got her!!

Sgt.
Right there. Go, go, go!

Right here!

Guys. Right here.

Here.

Come on!

Here she is.
Help me. Let's get her.

Give her some room.

Is she breathing?

Alright.

Mm.

What are you reading,
Teen Rebel?

They actually have some really
insightful political articles.

Mm-hmm.

Oh.

"Which BTS Member
Is Your Soul Mate?"

It's gotta be Suga,
right?

Totally.

What's a BTS?

Oh, God.

Have you been here
all night?

No.

Mnh-mnh.

No.

Mm-hmm.

Glad to see
that you're awake!

Hey.

You just missed Rachel.

She said she'd be back
after work, so...

Oh. Does that mean I'll be
in the hospital for a while?

Probably until tomorrow.

We need
to get you rehydrated,

make sure
nothing unexpected pops up.

You know,
you're very lucky.

Mm.

How did you find me?

Uh, that was
my genius policing skills.

That's just what people
are saying, anyway.

I brought you something.

I can see that.

It was the biggest one
I could find.

Oh, my God.
I should hope so.

Oh, my gosh. I'm gonna need
a bigger apartment.

Uh...no, no.

He cannot have my room.

Oh, thank you!

Well, he is a she,

and she is
going to sleep in my bed,

since I am clearly
never going on a date again.

I'm not sure that should be
the takeaway.

Oh, hang on. Statistically,
that's actually pretty safe.
Definitely should.

Wow.

So, is this the kind
of support and understanding

I can look forward to
from now on?

Yes.

Pretty much.

That's great.

That's really good.

You hungry?

Yeah. I'm starving.

You know what I really want
to eat right now?

Oh, veggie burger and fries,
extra pickles?

You know me so well.

Too well.

Where are you going?

Work.

I'm not lying this time.

So, what --
you're suddenly cured?

No.

But helping to find Lucy gave me
a serious sense of perspective.

Not just for what
she survived, but that --

that she couldn't have done it
without all of us.

And I realized I was an idiot
for trying to...

deal with all these things
by myself.

So I'm gonna go to work,
I'm gonna go to therapy,

and if I feel panicked
or sad...

I'm gonna ask for help.

That's good.

That's really good, baby.

Hey.

Hey.
What are you doing here?

Uh, I work here.

Seriously, you should
take a day or two.

You've been through a lot.

Yeah, thanks,
but this is where I belong --

helping make things right
for people.

Okay, fine.

You're a grown man.

But tonight,
you're at my house,

and we gonna barbecue like men
and watch the Laker game.

Okay.

That sounds good.
Thanks, thanks.

Uh, and listen,
uh, Sarge.

Thanks for sticking by me.

Uh, it means a lot.

You're a good man, Nick.

I hope you can cast those demons
out one day and move on.

Yeah. Me too.

Lakers!

Tonight.

I have some bad news.

Caleb failed.

Yeah.

We saved
Armstrong and Lucy,

and Caleb is very dead.

That is disappointing.

And now it is
truly finished.

No, I never showed you
where the third burial site is.

And there are others.

I can make a new deal.

Sorry.

We found Caleb's notes.

He wrote down
everything you told him.

Every kill.

Every burial site.

You have no more secrets.

So there's no more deals,
no more creepy hikes.

Just...

...this.

For the rest
of your life.

Wait.

I do know
one last secret.

I don't care.

You will.

It's about Armstrong.

And it is bad.

I don't believe you.

Not yet.

But when you do...

I'll be here, waiting.

Damn it!