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[ominous music]

Please, I have a family! My wife, Patty!

Help! Someone help me!

Why are you doing this?!

I promise I won't go to the police.

Is someone paying you?

I'll double it.

I'll triple it. Oh, God!

No! No! No!

Help!

Help!

Anyone!

-[thud] -Ugh!

[snaps photo]

[dramatic music heightens]

♪

Hi, Cassandra. So how you doing?

I'm fine. Really?

[Karl] Yeah.

Karl, you don't need to worry about me.

It's kind of like a hobby now.

Well, you should take up gardening or golf.

[Karl] Yeah, I tried golf twice. I ran out of mulligans.

So when can I see you?

I... I don't mean to push. I don't want...

I mean, I realize that you need space, but...

This weekend maybe?

[Karl] Um... Yeah, this weekend would be great.

Tell you what, I will give you a call,

and we'll make a plan, okay?

Okay, okay. Holly says hi.

Hi. Right back.

[Karl] She's decided you're some kind of hero,

seriously badass.

[Cassandra] Well, you can set her straight.

Are you kidding? Her papa agrees.

I'm thinking about putting up a statue.

I should let you go.

Okay.

I'm late for work. Take care.

Yeah, no, you too.

And please know that if there's ever anything that I can...

[call ends]

Cassandra?

People are obsessed with the Murray Zuckerman murder.

Present company included.

That's what happens when you abduct somebody

in broad daylight, wrap them up like a Christmas present,

and leave them for dead.

The people want Zuckerman's killer brought to justice.

Well, from what I've seen online,

that is not what they want.

Oh, we are a doomed species.

I just want to know how Shane Sloan went

from one breaking and entering conviction

to aggravated kidnapping and murder.

That's easy, he didn't get caught for his other crimes.

In case you haven't heard,

the mayor of Seattle

just offered a quarter million dollar reward

for any information leading to the arrest

of Shane Sloan for the murder of counselor Murray Zuckerman.

Expect an increase in tip line calls.

Well, I thought Seattle PD said

Shane Sloan was on his way to Mexico.

You put a quarter million dollars on the line?

Seattle could say they caught him.

The people that live here, he's in their shed.

Expect a busy couple days.

Hey, boss. DA is wondering when they can get

Cassandra's signed statement.

They'll just have to wait.

Leave it to me. I'll call her in a few days.

Ah, about that.

Sid... Cassandra's in reception.

Yeah, I already called her.

Uh-huh.

Yes, Anderson, can you hold?

Sid will be right with you, Cassandra.

Thanks. The textbooks you ordered.

I have important information about Shane Sloan.

Thank you. I'm sure you have better things to do.

No. I'm a librarian. That's my job.

As I was saying--

Gibsons Police Station, hold please.

Gibsons Police. Hold.

Okay. How can I help you?

I have vital information about Shane Sloan.

Shane Sloan. He's here.

I saw him. I got dash-cam footage.

Okay, I will get to you as soon as I can.

[exhales]

Excuse me.

Your sympathetic nervous system is in overdrive.

Have you talked to anyone about your PTSD?

I'm fine. Thanks for your concern.

Hm.

You're sitting in a police station,

so maybe you've experienced recent trauma,

in which case it's actually acute stress disorder.

You should really see someone about that.

I didn't know Sid was gonna call, I'm sorry.

I would have told him to hold off.

No, it's not a problem. It's busy here today.

Yeah, it's that politician killer out of Seattle.

-Chief Alberg... -Hang on.

I can come back.

Um, since you're here, if you're okay to do it now,

I'll set you up with Sid. It not going to take long.

Okay. Let's get it done.

Chief, my name is Dr. Elizabeth Lewis.

We need to talk about Shane Sloan... now.

Sorry, boss. Some people refuse to wait.

This can't wait.

Shane Sloan is coming here to your town.

Without my help, people will die.

How exactly do you know this?

Because I'm his psychiatrist, and he told me.

[tense music]

Please.

This room has built-in video cameras.

I hit record.

You tell it to me as you remember it.

We get that transcribed,

I have a quick review, and you're done.

Maybe it'd be better to write it down.

Write it...

We could do that.

You're gonna have to speak slowly, though.

I'm not the world's fastest writer.

No, I meant that I would write it... alone.

Yes.

That's good.

Take your time.

Okay.

[gasps]

♪

[glass shattering]

[breathing shakily]

[crying softly]

I know what you must be thinking.

Who is this woman inserting herself?

It crossed my mind.

I'm a complete stranger.

And if there's one thing I've learned about law enforcement,

police officers are suspicious.

Detective Dennis McGrath of the Seattle Police Department

will vouch for me and these texts.

I know McGrath. He's a good detective.

When did Shane text you?

The night he killed that politician.

He used the victim's own phone to send me that text.

Doctor...

Please... Elizabeth.

The text you received are disturbing,

but there's no way for me to prove

they actually came from him.

You're a methodical man, Chief Alberg.

I can appreciate that.

Okay. In 2022,

Shane Sloan pleaded insanity to a breaking and entering charge.

Insanity?

The DA thought it was extreme, too,

which is why he brought me in to assess Shane.

I diagnosed him with borderline personality disorder.

He got time served and court-ordered therapy,

and I discovered

he's the closest I've ever come to meeting pure evil.

That's where our professions differ.

Trust me, you've never come against anyone

like Shane Sloan. He's a sociopath.

He's a master at manipulation.

You have to understand, I'm afraid for my life.

[knocking] Can I borrow you for a minute?

May I stay here?

This is the safest I felt in days.

Make yourself comfortable.

Joe Cates was on the highway between Gibsons and the ferry

when he saw him.

It would be nice if we could see his face.

Agreed. Reach out to Seattle, tell them what we got.

Chief... Chief Alberg! Shane just texted me.

That's Molly's cafe. Go.

Keep it quiet. People are on edge.

You need to send more people than that!

This man is dangerous!

And you are?

Sergeant Sokolowski, Dr. Elizabeth Lewis,

Shane Sloan's psychiatrist.

If you respond to his text, will he write back?

It's worth a try.

What do you want me to say?

Just tell him to call you, appeal to him.

Okay.

I can't stop shaking.

May I?

Yeah. Here.

What would you say?

[notification alert]

[notification alert]

[dramatic music]

Now do you believe me? He wants me dead.

You'll be safe here until he's in custody.

I hope you're right.

It's my life you're gambling with.

I don't gamble with anybody's life.

Is there a restroom I could use?

Back through there.

She's got a real, my taxes pay your salary thing going.

I told her I needed more to work with,

minutes later, she gets a credible threat.

Sometimes coincidence happen.

Yeah, sometimes.

[rock music playing]

Where you headed?

Roberts Creek.

Well, I can take you as far as Old Coast Road.

Would be great. Thanks.

Do I know you from somewhere?

Ah... just got one of those faces, I guess.

Well, hop in.

[tense music]

Sorry about that. Something came up.

How are you doing?

Yeah, finished.

Oh. Let's have a...

[mumbling]

Just a little more detail would be helpful.

You want me to do this again?!

This is your opportunity to document

how this event affected you, for the record.

Gordon Murphy is, uh....

he's dying.

It's not like he's gonna be held accountable

for what he did--

For what he did.

Let me just get you some water.

We searched the whole downtown.

The guy just vanished.

He didn't vanish. He eluded authorities.

Sweeney's working up a warrant

for the phone number that Shane texted from.

I'll need that asap.

On it.

Get back to the tip line calls.

You heard the corporal.

Hey.

I want to apologize

for overstepping earlier, Chief Alberg. I...

just the idea of anyone getting hurt, myself included.

It's not a problem, and please call me Karl.

We'll be more comfortable in my office.

Just excuse me. Sorry.

Thank you, Karl.

How's Cassandra holding up?

Good.

Good.

Everything's good.

Edwina.

Brought you some water. And just in case.

What happened to Sid?

I've been subbed in.

You showed emotions.

I think Chief figured I'd be more comforting.

[laughs] Wow. That is an insult to both of us.

Um... Sid said my first draft lacked detail,

so I gave it a second shot.

Okay.

It seems detailed enough.

Okay. But?

Cassandra... I don't think you realize

how incredible you were.

You kept Murphy calm and engaged,

and that move you pulled,

sending a message through the TV.

If I was you, I'd be proud as hell.

That is definitely not my number one reaction.

Well, then I guess

I'll just have to be proud for you.

You sound just like my grandmother.

[both laugh]

Well, then your grandmother is exactly like mine.

Well, yours should be proud of you.

Her granddaughter took down a cartel.

You heard about that, huh?

Yes.

Yeah, that was a team effort.

Look who's under-selling herself now.

No, no, really. It was a department-wide bust.

I mean, I did my part.

You did a big part.

No, actually, I didn't!

Our police chief was a political animal.

She had her eye on the Governor's Mansion.

She needed a great story, and I was it.

Her protege.

So all of a sudden, I'm the face of the takedown.

A young Asian woman.

They made me out to be a hero,

and in the end, I just felt like a fraud.

That's why you moved here.

You're not the only one who's hard on yourself.

Try again.

Fine.

You describe Shane Sloan as a sociopath?

You have to understand,

his parents surrendered him to Child Services

when he was seven.

He bounced around foster homes, never fitting in.

After he aged out at 18, he tried the armed forces.

Every branch declared him unfit.

You feel sorry for him?

I have sympathy for the child he was.

I'm terrified of the man he's become.

Hmm.

Roberts Creek's a pretty slick neighborhood.

How can you afford it up there?

It's a friend's place. She's a doctor.

Ah. She got any single doctor friends?

It's not really like that.

Why keep Shane as a patient for as long as you did?

At first, he was polite, self-effacing.

Charming.

Very.

Once he became attached, I was 'his' therapist.

He'd interrupt other patient sessions,

show up at my house in the middle of the night.

You report this to the police?

He wasn't the first patient to show signs of transference.

Oh, this is a common occupational hazard for you.

Hybristophilia.

Hmm?

A sexual infatuation with violent outlaws.

You're wondering if Shane and I are romantically involved.

Are you?

No.

And I'm not trying to help him escape either,

if that's what you're thinking.

I pitied him, I still do.

Even after everything that's happened,

I'm worried for him.

And I believe that deep down, he still cares for me.

He responded to my last text. He may respond to another.

What are you thinking?

I could tell him to meet me at my house.

You place officers there, and when he arrives--

If he arrives.

At least we could say we tried.

Pretend you trust me.

Let's see what happens.

Shane, I know you didn't want to hurt Murray Zuckerman.

Let me help you find a way out of this mess.

No one else needs to get hurt.

Come to my house.

You know where it is.

189 Huntington Road.

Send.

Send.

This is simple math, dude.

But you're single, she's into you, huh?

[notification alert]

[laughs]

That's her, isn't it? Huh?

Just wondering why I haven't arrived yet.

I should get going?

Yeah, damn right you should.

Hey, you got any protection?

Just a knife.

[laughter]

Man, you kill me.

Let's hope it doesn't come to that.

[nervous chuckle]

[knocks] Hey, boss.

That phone that Sloan's using,

owner came in to report it stolen,

but it's got a tracking app on it.

You can track it?

Where is it now?

Heading east on the Powerline Road.

Away from Roberts Creek.

We're trying to draw Shane to Dr. Lewis's house.

He may be trying to misdirect us,

especially if he suspects our text is a trap.

You and Kendrick keep tracking the phone.

Send a unit over to Lewis's house.

189 Huntington Road.

Yes.

Okay.

[door closes]

[Sid] Dispatch, we're at the phone's GPS coordinates.

There's a car here, approaching now.

[tense music]

Sarge, found the phone in an abandoned car

on Powerline Road.

The vehicle was registered to Daryl Newton.

Any sign of Shane?

No, just the stolen phone but there was evidence

that Newton shared a meal with someone.

Revise the bolo. Shane might have a hostage.

If Shane's taken this person, he's as good as dead.

Is he, though?

I mean, Murray Zuckerman was Shane's first murder.

We can't be sure of his intention,

but he has no history of violent crime.

And where did you complete your residency?

[scoffs]

Excuse me for a moment, doctor. Corporal.

I know I shouldn't have spoken out like that,

but she's making dangerous assumptions.

How good are your online creeping skills?

They're okay. Isabella's are better.

Ask Isabella to drill into

Dr. Lewis's social media presence.

Was there anything you're looking for in particular?

Chief?

My mother painted landscapes. She loved sketching faces.

She always said the truth was a light that shone in the eyes.

You think Lewis is lying?

I think everything she told us is true.

I just don't trust her.

Daryl! Daryl Newton!

He could be anywhere.

you gotta start somewhere.

Hey!

Hey, hey, whoa, whoa!!!

It's just mushrooms! Mushrooms!

Just mushrooms.

Are you Daryl Newton?

Yeah.

Where's your passenger?

What passenger?

Really bad time to get a case of the stupid, son.

Hey.

I owe you an apology.

Back in the reception area, I overstepped.

And I'm pretty sure I insulted you as well.

That's alright.

I'm not quite myself today. Someone wants to kill me.

I heard. How are you holding up?

[exhales]

I'm looking forward to being able to sleep again.

How about you?

I read the newspaper.

What happened to you was terrible.

At least they caught him.

Yeah. It's uh... funny.

This guy from Karl's past comes after me

to get back at him,

and the thing that bothers me the most is that...

Karl barely even remembers him.

It's not Karl's Moriarty. He's... just some jerk.

That's not what bothers you the most.

You're angry at yourself

for something you had no control over.

I took self-defense.

You're doing it again.

The voice in your head telling you to blame yourself.

Who's it sound like?

Maybe I do need therapy. What are your hours?

At the rate things are going, I may just retire.

Your boyfriend's--

Look at me.

Now I'm making assumptions and overstepping.

It's all good.

Well, he's my last line of defense

against a homicidal former patient of mine.

You're in good hands.

I sure hope so.

You know, you need to ask yourself,

why are you absorbing all the blame

instead of directing it

at the person who deserves it the most?

[notification alert]

Excuse me.

I have to deal with this.

Being victimized does not make you a victim.

Remember that.

Daryl, the phone we found in your car?

Yeah. You took without a warrant.

The phone was in plain sight,

and it's clearly not yours.

It's totally-- Oh yeah, that's not my phone.

Luke must have grabbed mine by mistake.

Is this Luke?

Yeah, that's him. Nice guy, a little quiet.

Let's get a warrant started for Daryl's phone.

It's password protected.

They can still trace it.

Fascist.

Did Luke tell you where he was going?

I don't remember.

See, there you go again getting a case of the stupids.

Daryl, Luke's real name is Shane Sloan.

He's wanted for murder.

I need to find him before he hurts anyone else.

[laughs] Sure. Luke's a killer.

Chemtrails are what, just water vapor?

There's a reward. Quarter mill.

Dropped him off at Old Coast Road about an hour ago.

Why there?

He said he had a friend that lives up in Robert's Creek.

Had it real bad for her too.

As soon as she texted him, he was like, I gotta go.

But look, between you and me,

I think the guy's just being friend-zoned.

Did Shane threaten you in any way?

Do anything to make you feel unsafe?

Why are you talking like an after school special?

I'll take that as a no.

Hey. Take him back to his car. Stop trespassing.

Alert the officers at Lewis's house.

Sloan's on his way.

I'll update the bolo. Maybe we can nab him en route.

Get roadblocks around Robert's Creek as soon as you can.

I can pull the unit off Lewis's house,

and put him on the main road.

No, leave somebody there just in case Sloan slips through.

Okay.

Kendrick we're rolling out.

Finally.

All finished?

Yeah. I think we put it to bed.

Corporal, um, escort Dr. Lewis to the interview room.

On it, Chief.

If, uh, if you're up for it,

I'd love to take you out to dinner later.

Chief.

This is who you are.

It's part of me, but it doesn't define me.

Will you think about it? Huh?

Just, please--

I miss you. That's all.

You're a good man, Karl.

We'll talk soon.

Boss.

Tell me you got something.

I never met another woman

with less social media presence than Dr. Elizabeth Lewis

but I found something.

Danger. Do not approach.

I posted that review over four years ago.

Surely there's a statute of limitations.

You're not in any trouble, Mr. Bryant.

I'm just hoping that you can paint a picture for me.

About Lewis?

Well, our initial sessions were great.

We developed a easy, fast rapport.

I experienced breakthrough after breakthrough with her.

Then why the harsh review?

Lewis wanted me to explore aspects of my identity

that I didn't have issue with.

When I refused, she became... coercive.

How so?

She wouldn't take no for an answer.

She conceptualized my reluctance

as a therapeutic stumbling block.

And you let her?

No.

What you have to understand is that she reads people.

She just looks at you and she knows

exactly where you're weakest and exactly what to say.

What was the nature of these requests?

Well, they weren't sexual,

if that's what you're wondering.

If anything it was about... control.

Her control over me.

Why does this all come up now?

What's she done?

I can't get into details.

Wait, is she there?

She is, isn't she?!

Mr. Bryant?

Oh God. This is just another one of her sick games.

Hey, Liz, I told you, leave me alone!

Stay away from me!

[dramatic music heightens]

I was starting to think you'd forgotten about me.

That poor young man. Is he--

Safe and sound?

Oh, thank God.

Yeah, he picked Shane up on the road.

Shane swapped phones with him,

sent us on this wild goose chase,

just like you predicted.

He's lucky to be alive.

That's the thing, Daryl didn't find Shane

the least bit threatening.

Not at all the sociopath you described.

Well, does this Daryl have a degree in psychiatry?

Fair enough.

Shane's an emotional chameleon.

If that's how he appeared to this Daryl person,

and that's because Shane saw benefit in it.

Where is Shane now? Do you know?

Our last sighting has him en route to your house.

I'm sure you have police officers waiting. Yes?

Did, uh... Shane ever mention Murray Zuckerman to you?

If I ever thought Mr. Zuckerman

was in any danger from Shane,

I would have alerted the police right away.

I don't mean to make that sound like an accusation.

I'm just trying to understand how Shane picks his victims.

Kills Murray then let's Daryl go.

Your guess is as good as mine.

-Do you know Murray Zuckerman? -He wasn't a patient.

I asked you if you knew Murray Zuckerman.

And I told you.

Deflection.

That's what they call it in your line of work, too.

I came here because I thought I could help.

I thought you were afraid for your life.

Those aren't mutually exclusive ideas.

And no, I have no recollection

of ever meeting Murray Zuckerman. Okay?

[knocking]

Let's take a break.

I'm disappointed.

I thought we were working so well together.

Don't take it personally.

Oh, Karl, everything is personal.

First impressions?

She's like you, but twisted.

She redirects if you try to change the subject.

She became agitated when you pressed her about Zuckerman.

She's totally determined to control the conversation.

Control?

You're not the first person to use that word.

And she goes out of her way

to paint Shane Sloan as a psychopath.

It's like she wants us to be afraid of him.

[dramatic music]

♪

Sir...

She's been in constant contact with Shane.

I'll get started on a warrant for her phone.

Yeah, make sure it's for all our phones.

[tense music]

I got the house... take the out buildings.

I hope we didn't scare him off.

Kendrick, he's here. Stay frosty.

Copy that.

-[thud] -Ugh!

[tense music heightens]

Dispatch. Dispatch. Officer down. Officer down.

189 Huntington Road. 189 Huntington Road.

I need an ambulance now.

[dispatch] Copy that. 189 Huntington Road.

Dispatching ambulance now it's on the way.

Oh, damn it!

Dispatch, scene is unsecure.

Suspect is armed. Repeat, suspect is armed.

[Dispatch] Suspect armed.

Dispatch, tell that ambulance to hang back

until we secure the scene.

I'll wait for them en route.

[Dispatch] Copy that. Waiting on your confirmation.

When the scene is secure, we'll alert the ambulance.

Get all units out there now.

You heard the chief. Let's go!

Let's go, let's go, let's go!

Oh, dammit.

Boss, we have another problem. Cruiser's gone.

Sloan must have taken it along with the weapon.

Dispatch, get that ambulance

heading towards Sergeant Sokolowski's location.

Our units be advised, our suspect's on the move.

He's driving one of our cruisers.

Chief...

Edwina told me Lewis was a control freak,

that sent me on a bit of a deep dive.

What'd you find?

You can thank Lewis's ego for this one.

Her website lists every achievement

back to grade school.

In middle school, her best friend died

of alcohol poisoning at a party.

High school, her prom date

beat another student into a coma.

College. Her freshman roommate overdosed.

All incidents that could be accidents--

Or peer pressure.

And that led me to this.

Dr. Lewis posts under the name of her dead friend...

Geri Manners.

You sure that's her?

Geri Manners profile pic

is the same photo that Lewis uses on her website.

You can connect Geri Manners to Shane?

No, but...

Murray Zuckerman.

Friends for three years. Lewis liked his post.

Every single one until three months ago.

What happened three months ago?

Zuckerman posted this.

♪

Something's just happened.

Your ability to read people is commendable.

No offense, but you're not that hard to read, Chief.

Don't be so modest. I bet you're a natural.

Probably why you became a psychiatrist.

You're no slouch yourself.

Yeah, well... I've had a lot of practice.

Survival mechanism.

Shane Sloan attacked one of my officers in your house.

He stole his weapon and his car.

And now he's coming for me.

What have you done to make him so vengeful?

What are you talking about?

I told him to meet me at my house, remember?

Your officers were waiting.

As far as he's concerned, I betrayed him.

A stocker who feels betrayed? That's a dangerous person.

Very dangerous.

Speaking from personal experience?

Yes. I've had my share of problematic patients.

Have you ever stalked anyone, Elizabeth?

Where is this coming from?

Wendell Bryant says you were obsessed with him.

I'm sure he truly believes that.

Did Mr. Bryant tell you he was diagnosed

with a paranoid personality disorder?

Slick.

You scare your target with a diagnosis

and then position yourself

as the only person capable of helping.

Karl, I didn't stalk Mr. Bryant.

I'm not working for Shane

and I'm certainly not in love with him.

Oh, I believe you.

I don't think you're capable of love.

But you came as close to feeling your version of it.

With Shane?

With Murray Zuckerman.

You had an affair for at least three years.

Serious investment.

But then his wife got pregnant.

Murray ended things.

You don't handle rejection well.

The way you're feeling right now,

the frustration, the grasping at straws,

is that how you felt when you learned Cassandra was abducted

and it was your fault?

We're not talking about me.

This conversation's entirely about you, Karl.

The way you're perceiving the information,

the way you're twisting the truth.

Wendell Bryant described your relationship as a cult leader

with a single follower.

And now you're trying to manufacture a villain.

Have you always needed devotion to fill that inner void?

Do you even know why you're so desperate

to position yourself as the hero?

It started when you were young.

You found you had a gift for coercion.

And then in medical school, you honed that skill.

What was Wendell Bryant to you?

A clinical exercise, practice?

You're so desperate to prove to Cassandra

that you're a good man.

But Karl...

she's seen you for who you truly are.

And then along came Murray.

And you felt the closest thing you ever felt to attraction.

And for three years, he was yours.

Until Murray found the strength to end things.

That's when you activated Shane.

An impressionable kid desperate for love.

You undercut his whole sense of self,

just like you're trying to do with me.

You've lost her already. You know that, right?

Cassandra?

You know, at first I thought

you were trying to help Shane escape,

but that's not, no.

What do you want?

Apart from total control of those around you?

And I can only guess the depth of need that comes from.

We know what you want, Karl.

Alas, Cassandra will never unsee.

Shane is not just an acolyte.

You took him, you shaped him as a weapon

and now he's a liability.

You want him dead.

You want us to do the job for you.

Suicide by cop.

Time's up.

What the hell?

Let's go, now! Isabella, holding cells!

[glass shattering]

[alarm wailing]

[tense music]

[alarm wailing]

What the hell are you doing?!

You're going to get me killed!

Through the back door.

Go, go, go, go!

[tense music]

[tense music heightens]

Shane.

[doorknob rattles]

Shane!

-[gunshot] -[glass shatters]

[gunshots]

Let's try this again, Shane.

My name is Karl Alberg, Chief of Police.

Why's Dr. Lewis in that cage?

Shane!

Let her go or I swear to God...

I don't want anybody else to get hurt tonight, Shane.

Let's talk, you and me. Can we do that?

She's using you.

-[gunfire] -[glass shatters]

She saved my life. I owe her everything.

What'd she tell you about Murray Zuckerman?

She told me enough.

Did she say that she was in love with him?

That he ended things.

He was stalking her, threatening her!

He wouldn't leave her alone!

Three months ago, she found out

Murray's wife was expecting a baby.

A baby?

I could show you the ultrasound.

No. No, you're lying.

A son who's now gonna grow up without a father,

just like you did.

I know what you went through, Shane.

I don't think you'd wish that on anybody, am I right?

What did Elizabeth promise you?

Stop with all the words!

She told you to rescue her, didn't she?

She was hoping we'd gun you down.

Enough. Stop confusing me.

Put the weapon down, Shane!

Sid, hold your position.

She told you to kill me, didn't she?

If you do that,

she knows all too well that my officers will kill you.

She said she needed me... to protect her.

She said the same thing to me.

She wanted me to protect her from you.

But I don't think you're a monster, Shane.

On your knees!

On your knees. Down, down. Drop the gun.

Drop it!

She told me I had to kill you.

She told me I'd be her hero.

Oh, that's good to hear. Thanks for the update, doctor.

Remind me to deputize you.

Blue is not my color. Any news on Kendrick?

I just heard from the hospital. He's gonna be okay.

Good.

You know, since this is a crime scene...

-Go home. -Okay.

Shane give you any trouble?

No.

I think he's actually relieved to be in custody.

Told me to apologize to Newton for stealing his phone.

So I'm thinking, not a sociopath.

Yeah, I think we know who the sociopath is.

That was terrifying! You locked me in a cage!

It was for your own safety.

Yeah, tell it to my lawyer.

We're gonna need your phone first.

Get a warrant.

Fine.

Here.

Yeah, this one covers both your phones.

This one and the one you used

to covertly communicate with Shane.

"If you want us to be together, you have to come save me.

"Destroy your phones."

Proves nothing.

Elizabeth Lewis, you are under arrest

for conspiring to murder Murray Zuckerman.

Do you even know why you're compelled

to solve these little mysteries of yours, Karl?

Because I know.

You do know also that you have the right remain silent.

Cassandra.

I heard there was a shootout at the station.

Are you okay?

Nobody got shot.

Kendrick took a beating, but he'll be all right.

Thank God for that.

How are you?

You know, I became a cop I knew I'd make enemies.

I accepted that.

The thought that terrified me was...

what if one of them tried to hurt somebody that I love?

♪ It's there in your eyes

Never happened...

until it did and I'm... I'm so sorry.

♪ The shifting of light

And I'm here, whatever you need.

I need to be angry at you.

Karl, this happened because of your job.

I understand.

No, you don't.

♪ Surviving, surviving...

You don't. You don't know what it's like

to live your life and not feel safe.

You can't.

♪ ...And nothing else

That's why I left Sacramento, and--

What happened in Sacramento?

And I come back home and I...

And I meet you.

♪ Oh, oh

And you are... you are a great dad

and a caring person and an amazing artist.

♪ Around us now

There's so much I love about you.

♪ The room in a spin

But you are also a cop.

♪ Surviving, surviving...

♪ Surviving, surviving...

You know, we can take a step back.

We can work through--

No.

No, Karl, we can't.

♪ Surviving, surviving...

We can't, I'm sorry.

♪ And nothing else

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