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- Previously on "The Rookie."
- Don't puke on him.

This is not my first OD.

I had this girlfriend
back in high school.

I found her after
prom in a bathroom.

Four years ago, I was
diagnosed with cancer.

Given our continued fallout

from the mess Monica and
Blair London created,

Wesley Evers has
been assigned here

to make sure we're flying right.

How I'm supposed to work
next to Angela Lopez

when all I can think about
is how much I want to...

- Malvado is a myth...
- [person groans]

The criminal equivalent
of the boogeyman.

Well, apparently, Southern
Front hired him to kill Jason.

We have the same goal.

All you have to do is leave
and your problems go away.

I can't do that.

- [hard impact]
- [groaning]

[tense music]

I know you like oat milk,

but the store was
out, so I got almond.

I hope that's OK.

[FaceTime chiming]

Ah. Hello, my beautiful wife.

Hey, I just wanted to check in

and see how it's going with
my newer replacement model.

Hi, Bailey.

Yeah, Celina is
not a replacement.

She's, uh, bait.

And no one could replace
you because you are awesome.

Thank you.

Now, is this really necessary?

We have U.S. Marshals
watching the house 24/7,

and Jason is being
hunted by a hitman.

Can I please come home?

Yeah, you can 100% come home

if you can look me in
the eye and tell me

that Jason's not a
relentless psychopath

that would risk everything
to get back at you

for betraying him.

- OK, fine.
- You win.

But I'm climbing the walls here.

- No offense.
- None taken.

I totally get it.

I mean, with Rachel here,
it is a little snug.

Hey.

Oh, so have we had any movement

on the mystery woman that Jason
is supposedly shacked up with?

No, but given Jason's history,

I would say she's probably
the lonely, wealthy type.

Yeah, which would
give him the resources

to stay under the radar.

OK. [sighs]

Well, if I can't come home,

can you please pack
up some of my things

and give them to Lucy?

I'll text you a list.

Yeah, of course.

And, uh...

Oh.

Maybe a little later, we
can find some personal time?

There will be no personal time

until we're in our own bed.

I will have Jason
caught by tonight.

♪ I'm gonna win for you ♪

♪ Like I know you
want me to do ♪

Hey, I just want to reiterate

I know what I did
last week was wrong.

And I take no delight in
any of the public fanfare

around my hero moment

that... our... our hero
moment that we had together.

I just... I fell out of my groove
with the whole TO swap thing.

So I'm just... I'm happy
to be back with my OG.

Oh, God.

No one likes a suck-up, Ridley.

- Let's go.
- Yes, ma'am.

Anything you wanna add
to this sad mea culpa?

I'm not looking for
any extra credit, sir.

I just want to be
prepared as possible

for whatever the day holds.

Preparation is only
half the battle.

All I care about is how
you perform on the streets

when your adrenaline's high

and you want to
be an action star.

Yes, sir.

I'll keep the wild horses
locked in the stable, sir.

[notification chimes]

Check your phone on
your own time, please.

Yes, ma'am.

[notifications chiming]

Oh, wow. They just
keep coming in.

OK, seriously, what's
going on right now?

I... sorry.

I'm just... I'm waiting on
my test results to come in.

I'm a little bit paranoid.

Oh, that's right. Well,
um, did you get any news?

No. [notification chimes]

These are just notifications

that my name is being
mentioned somewhere online.

Are you serious?

Yeah, sorry. I'll put it away.

Thank you.

[notification chimes] Oh, OK.

Wow. They just... they're
good. They're nice comments.

- Airplane mode.
- Right.

[energetic dramatic music]

Mr. Evers.

- Welcome back, Wesley.
- Hey.

♪ ♪

Sean, hey.

I just wanted to be here
to welcome you back.

The office wasn't
the same without you.

I mean, I'm glad to be back,

as is the entire
Mid-Wilshire Station.

Apparently, they don't
appreciate oversight.

[chuckling] Yeah, well, look,

I'm sure you have a
lot to catch up on,

but the district
attorney election

is right around the corner,
and I just wanted to be sure

I could count on
your endorsement.

Hmm.

[knock at door] Wesley.

Oh, you are aging backwards.

Oh.

[laughs] I just wanted
to say welcome back

and make sure you're
all squared pen-wise.

Oh, thank you.

[chuckles] Nice try, Vivian.

But you're not going to
buy your way to a win here.

Don't you find an insecure
man such a turnoff?

- [laughs]
- I am lightyears from insecure.

Anyway, I would love
your endorsement.

- OK.
- OK.

- Bye.
- [chuckling] OK.

You know, in my younger days,

she really would have
gotten under my skin.

Right.

Definitely not now.

[chuckling] No.

Hey, Sean.

You have five minutes
to talk about something

that's been eating away at
the very core of who I am?

Well, that sounds like
it's going to take longer

than five minutes,
but yeah, sure, OK.

Thanks.

You're really the only person
I can talk to about this.

Um...

I heard something on
the Blair London tapes

that has got me spinning.

I thought you turned in
your final report on those.

No, I did. Uh,
it's not criminal.

It's...

you know Keith Graham
from Mid-Wilshire?

Yeah, sure. He's a great guy.

Annoyingly handsome.

[Wesley chuckles] I mean,
he's solid detective.

He was seeing Blair?

Yeah, and during his sessions,

he revealed that
he has recurring...

intimate dreams about Angela.

- Yikes.
- Yeah.

Well, look, you
know that legally,

you cannot divulge
any of that to her.

That's a violation
of his privacy.

And that puts the two of them

in an incredibly
uncomfortable position.

I know, but it's
driving me crazy.

Wha... Wes, I... you know.

It seems to me it comes down to

how secure you are
in your marriage.

He's definitely not the first
guy to hit on your hot wife.

He certainly won't be
the last. [chuckles]

Wait.

Did you?

I plead the fifth.

[tense hip-hop music]

[car horns honking]

[sirens wailing]

- All right.
- This is not going to be easy.

When the CHP calls
for mutual aid,

usually because things have
gotten messy, even for LA.

Now, wrecks like
these are all about

problem-solving and accuracy.

We have to be exact with
every word in our reports.

Our measurements can't be
off, not even by an inch.

That would mean a
change in liability

and then any half-decent
lawyer could use that

to discredit our
entire investigation.

That's mildly terrifying.

Which is why I'm
making you primary.

What?

Face your fears, Officer Juarez.

You can handle this.

Tell me you can handle this.

I... I can handle it.

I can handle it.
[car door shuts]

This is gon' be as fun as
putting socks on a rooster.

Here come the chippies.

He's, like, 50 feet away.

He for sure could have walked.

- Afternoon.
- Thanks for the assist.

Where do you want us?

Given the circumstances,

we think this should be
an LAPD-led investigation.

- No problem.
- Where will CHP be stationed?

We'll be helping
out at the off-ramp.

Oh.

Over in the shade,

relieving grateful citizens
from bumper-to-bumper traffic?

That's nice.

We just want the freeways

up and running as
quickly as possible.

[engine turns over]

I told Juarez she's
got primary on this.

Bold.

You either want to end
her career right now

or you honestly believe in her.

What do you want us to do?

OK, well, first thing first,
we... we render safety and aid

to all victims.
[phone ringing]

That means that our
number one priority is...

is clearing a path for
the next ambulance.

- I gotta take this.
- [phone ringing]

What's happening?

Were you able to get
that stuff from Lucy?

She was gonna come by here
at lunch and bring it to me.

You forgot.

Yeah, sorry.

This morning's been
just a little chaotic,

but you stay put.

I promise I'll get
it to you tonight

or tomorrow at the latest.

- [sighing] OK, yeah.
- Stay safe. I love you.

- I love you, too.
- [phone beeps]

[sighs]

[indistinct radio chatter]

How far, Boot?

- [device beeps]
- 18.6 feet, sir.

- You sure about that?
- Positive, sir.

Ridley, how far?

Uh, 20... no, that's 20.1...

20.2... it just keeps...
it keeps moving.

I... oh, I have to...
I have to stand still.

Yeah, OK.

20.2.

Hey, what's next?

OK, well, now, I mean, now
you take a million photos.

Just make sure you get the
scene from every angle.

You search the cars

for any open containers,
alcohol, drugs.

If there's any indication
that this is a DUI,

that changes everything.

- OK.
- OK?

- OK.
- [camera shutter clicks]

[helicopter whirring overhead]

[camera shutter clicks]

Clear.

[camera shutter clicks]

Well, hey, hey.

Did you get pictures
from underneath the car

- and above as well?
- No.

No, sorry, sorry,
it's my bad. I...

No, listen.

I understand there's a
lot going on right now,

but I can't be holding your
hand every step of the way.

Yeah.

Time to take the training
wheels off there, Ridley.

Can you just lay off?

You have no idea what
anybody's going through, OK?

My girlfriend died in high
school in a car accident,

and this whole
thing is bringing up

- a lot of bad memories.
- I'm sorry, dude.

I didn't know.

Just think next time
before you speak, OK?

Officer Penn, you
clear this car?

- Yes, sir.
- Driver was critical.

Went off in the first ambulance.

You didn't think to
make note of this?

[tense music]

Oh, I'm sorry, sir.

I thought we was checking
for beer cans, not firearms.

Back home, every
car you pull over

have a gun in the glove box.

♪ ♪

Bag this, please.

♪ ♪

- Juarez?
- Yes, sir.

What about this car?

Do we have any information
on this driver?

- Uh, no.
- Nobody's talked to him yet.

But it is registered
to a Harrison Novak.

[thumping]

♪ ♪

Officers!

Double time!

This is the LAPD.
Is anyone in there?

We're going to get
you out. Just hang on.

♪ ♪

- Please, please, please.
- Oh, my God.

We need an ambulance!

I'd never seen him before.

But he knew me.

He was waiting.

He called out "Savannah,"
and when I turned,

he sprayed me in the
eyes with something.

It burned really bad.

Um, I tried to run, but,
um, hit me over the head.

[sobbing] And the
next thing I knew,

I was tied up in
the... in the trunk.

And we drove around forever.

It felt like hours.

And, uh, he was singing.

He kept replaying the
same dumb pop songs,

singing along at
the top of his lungs

without a care in the world.

Well, you're safe now, OK?

And the good news is
we know who he is.

Officers are kicking down
his door as we speak.

[loud crash]

Police!

Harrison Novak, we have a
warrant for your arrest.

Ridley.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Clear!

- Clear!
- Clear!

Clear!

♪ ♪

This place gives me the creeps.

It feels like teenage
girls live here,

not a 40-year-old dude.

Get used to it.

We're gonna be
here for a minute.

It's the only property
registered in his name.

We need to search every
inch of this place,

so glove up, tear it apart.

Yes, sir.

- [heart monitor beeping]
- How bad?

Physically, she should be OK.

Guy nabbed her out in public

and kept her in a
trunk for hours.

Being a woman is
consistently terrifying.

Then you have a daughter
and it only gets worse.

Harrison Novak was
arrested three years ago

for burglary and assault.

He broke into a woman's
home and choked her.

It seemed open-and-shut, but
evidence was compromised,

and the prosecution
lost the case at trial

to Novak's hotshot lawyer.

Who the hell was that?

Your husband.

Yeah, I recognize the case.

The cops screwed up
the chain of evidence,

and I got him acquitted. Why?

We found a girl in his
trunk in pretty bad shape.

He's currently at large,

so if you can give us
anything that might help.

Uh, I'll pull his file
and get it to you ASAP.

Let me know if there's
anything else I can do.

Thanks.

[line disconnects]

Do you remember the
Harrison Novak case?

Uh, yeah, of course.

That's the only
time I lost a trial.

- Why?
- Novak just abducted a woman.

Maybe not the first.

Well, that's not good.

For either of us.

Huh.

Hey, I'm sorry again for
not reporting the gun.

But I did find out the owner
had purchased it legally,

and it was registered.

That's not the point.

Cars are frequently broken into

by criminals who do not
have a license to carry.

A weapon not registered to them

is a win for the
criminal community.

- Understood.
- It won't happen again.

- You know what?
- I'm going to recommend

you undergo additional training
and testing all weekend,

plus an additional
three hours a day

for the next two weeks.

- What? It was...
- it was a simple mistake!

Look, if I can't trust you
to clock loaded weapons

in plain sight, what else
can't I trust you with?

[engine turns over]

[tense music]

[horn honks]

[phone ringing]

- What's wrong?
- I lost her.

She left the apartment. I
got blocked in by a truck.

Hello? [line disconnects]

- [phone line trilling]
- Come on, come on.

♪ With a boom and a bang ♪

[phone ringing]

♪ There it goes ♪

- Hi, please leave me...
- She's ducking my call.

But you can track
her phone, right?

♪ Threw it all away ♪

[suspenseful music]

♪ Come on, let's get it
started, started, ooh ♪

♪ ♪

She's headed towards
Echo Park, the firehouse.

Punch it.

[siren wailing]

[engine revving]

♪ ♪

- Oh. [chuckles]
- This guy's totally a psycho.

He wore his outside shoes
right in the bedroom.

Wait, these things gotta be
caked in evidence, right?

- Potentially.
- Take a photo and then bag them.

Hey, uh, Ridley, can
I ask you a question

about something from earlier?

Yeah, that's not
really my favorite way

to start a
conversation, but sure.

A few weeks ago, you told me
that your girlfriend overdosed.

And then earlier, I swear I
thought I heard you tell Miles

that she died in a car accident?

Yeah.

Sorry, I should have
made that more clear.

Sarah didn't actually
die from the OD.

We got super-lucky.

My friend's dad, he's a
doctor, and... and he came home

just in time with some naloxone.

And then she died
in a car accident?

No, that was a different
girlfriend a year later.

Savannah wasn't a one-off.

I found this hidden
in the hallway closet.

Oh, my God.

[ominous music]

More victims.

[sighs]

[phone ringing]

- Hello?
- Hey, counselor.

Harrison Novak.

♪ ♪

You helped me out of
a jam a few years ago.

Of course.

Uh, I'm just finishing
up a meeting.

Can I call you right back?

That's OK. I can hold.

I got time.

[phone beeps]

I've got Harrison
Novak on the phone.

He wants me to represent him.

What's my ethical
obligation here?

Do I have to tell him I'm no
longer a defense attorney?

Uh, no but as a prosecutor,
the only thing you can't do

is agree to represent him.

Other than that,
you can tell him

anything he needs to hear
to keep him on the line.

- OK.
- Angela, it's Del Monte.

Got your husband here.

He's talking to Novak on
his cell phone right now.

- Hot damn.
- Setting up a trace now.

OK, I'm putting you on speaker.

Wesley, just keep him
talking as long as you can.

I'll mute my phone
so we can listen.

- All right, great.
- I'm going over to him now.

♪ ♪

Sorry to keep you
waiting. How can I help?

No problem. Look, I know
you're a very busy guy,

so I will skip the foreplay.

I was super impressed with
how you handled my case

back in the day,
and I find myself

in a bit of fresh
legal jeopardy.

How bad are we talking?

See, I don't like to
use that word "bad."

So judgy.

Good, bad, right, wrong.

They're all just choices and
decisions repressed people use

to keep more free-thinking
individuals in a box.

Right, well, I wasn't
trying to judge.

I just need to
know a little more

of what I'm getting
into before I commit.

Well, I can tell you this much.

Most people might not
like what I do, who I am,

but everyone inflicts
and contributes

to some level of
pain and suffering.

You might step on a
bug or cook a steak.

I just do my version of that.

Only on a bigger, more
connected level with...

larger and more
conscious animals.

Are you saying
you've killed people?

Are you saying you're my lawyer?

Mr. Novak, I'm just
trying to make sure

we're both on the same page.

This is taking longer
than I'd wanted,

and I have a bit of a
ticking clock problem.

I had wanted to
achieve so much more

by the end of my story,

a certain number
of accomplishments,

to make the world take notice.

So now I find myself having to
get into the volume business.

Wait, um, why don't we get
together in person and discuss?

- I gotta go.
- But don't worry.

You'll probably see me
later tonight on your TV.

- Wait!
- Ciao for now.

[line disconnects]

Please tell me you
got a location.

He's calling from Sorority Row.

♪ ♪

He's going to pull a Ted Bundy.

I'm sending every
cop in the city,

but I'm not sure we're going
to make it there in time.

Say a prayer.

[sirens wailing]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[sirens wailing]

♪ ♪

[tires squealing]

[knock at door]

♪ ♪

Who is it?

Hi, uh, Melanie?

[tires squealing]

I think I have your package.

It got delivered to
my place by mistake.

♪ ♪

- For you.
- Thanks so much.

Oh!

[screaming]

♪ ♪

[sirens wailing]

♪ ♪

Police!

[people screaming]

[spray hissing]

Please step away!

- [stun gun crackling]
- Ah!

[overlapping shouting]

[thudding]

[spray hissing]

- Back up!
- I got him!

[loud thud]

[groaning]

Everybody OK?

If any of you ladies are
looking to join the LAPD,

I'd like to offer a
letter of recommendation

written by me personally.

[tires squealing]

[heart pounding]

- Get back.
- This is a crime scene.

- Let me through.
- I'm with the DA's office.

- I need to get in there.
- I said back up.

- Angela! Angela!
- Hold on.

- Stand down.
- He's allowed to be here.

- Hey, what happened in there?
- Please tell me no one's dead.

No one is dead.

In fact, he got his ass kicked.

Hey, it's OK.

You did good.

You're the reason
we got this guy.

I'm also the reason
that he's been free

to kill innocent women
for the past three years.

His actions are not your fault.

You were just doing your job.

OK.

[chuckling] Hey.

Thought you were
too busy for me.

You change your mind?

I'm not a defense
lawyer anymore.

I'm a prosecutor now.

Tricky.

That's how the cops
got here so quick.

Yeah, you're lucky we did.

Those girls were
about to kill you.

Get in.

We should get him back to the
station as soon as possible.

He is a talker.

- Yeah, go.
- I'll be fine.

- You sure?
- Yeah.

Go.

Hmm.

[somber music]

♪ ♪

♪ Roses are red ♪

♪ Diamonds are
shining, it's on now ♪

♪ Rolling in dice ♪

♪ It's the luck of draw,
yeah, it's all right ♪

♪ Don't be afraid ♪

♪ We've got all of the joy... ♪

Put your hands on the wheel!

[chuckles] I'm impressed.

- Like I care.
- Who are you?

Why are you following me?

Did Jason send you?

No.

I'm the man hunting
your ex-husband.

Malvado.

I'm not your enemy.

We want the same thing.

Jason dead.

- You're a wanted man.
- I should call 911.

Go ahead.

Have me arrested.

And spend the rest of your
life worrying about Jason.

Or you could let me go

and never have to
worry about him again.

[chuckles]

May I?

This number cannot be traced.

But messages will
get back to me.

If you hear of Jason's
whereabouts, let me know.

[soft suspenseful music]

And I will put an end
to your nightmare.

♪ ♪

[sirens wailing distantly]

♪ ♪

Hey, you OK?

Hey. Yeah, I'm fine.

What were you thinking?

Do you have any idea
how dangerous this was?

Oh, look, my phone is ringing.

The idea was that you
stay in the apartment.

All of a sudden, I got marshals

blowing up my phone telling
me you've gone missing?

You almost gave
me a heart attack.

Wait, how is it the
Marshals know I left?

Are they tracking my phone?

We had a guy posted
outside Lucy's apartment.

To spy on me?

To protect you.

In case Jason saw through the
ruse and went after you there.

Can we get back in
the shop, please?

Why didn't you tell me?

That's not the point.

What were you even doing
down here in the first place?

It doesn't matter.

♪ ♪

Before we get started,

I'd like to get us
on the same page

as to how we speak
to each other.

I mean, we may have...

well, differing philosophies,

but it doesn't mean we can't
be cordial to one another.

You don't make the rules here.

I think I kind of do.

I mean, you must have a lot
of very distressed families

who are desperate for answers.

And I am willing to
tell you everything.

But I expect to be treated
like a person, not a monster.

Sure, we can do that.

We will just listen.

Whatever you want to tell us.

These on?

Yes, you're being recorded.

It's not the killing.

You'd think it would be.

It's the least interesting part.

The anticipation,
the planning...

[sucks lips] That puts
a wind in my sails.

The killing itself is
more like eating for me.

Necessary, but...

not as holistically
stimulating as the lead-up.

Now...

hunting my victims,

really feeling their fear...

[sucks lips and exhales]

That just...

fills me up.

When the killing's done,
I tend to feel a little...

empty inside, lonely even.

So then, I...

have to do it again.

These are human beings
you are talking about.

You don't feel any
kind of remorse?

Do you feel remorse
when you eat a burger?

What did you do with the bodies?

Buried them.

Where?

How about I show you?

[tense music]

All right, you can stay
here till the end of shift,

and then Lucy will be here

to bring you back
to her apartment.

- I'm your wife, John.
- I don't work for you.

And in case you've forgotten,

I literally spent
the last three weeks

doing tactical military
training in Germany.

I don't need you to protect me.

Nolan, Novak gave up the
location of his dump site.

Units on their way.

I need you guys to
meet them there.

Right, um, we'll
finish this later.

- Mm-hmm.
- Promise.

Uh, would you watch her, please?

[sighs]

You're a grown-ass woman.

- I'm not babysitting you.
- Thank you.

[Crows' "Silver Tongues"]

[dissonant rock music]

[dog barking]

[indistinct radio chatter]

♪ ♪

[camera shutter clicking]

♪ ♪

Hey.

Hey there.

You really want to be
shooting from that side.

I'm completely backlit.

And no offense, but if you
want to have an easy time

selling the doc to
Hulu or whatever,

you want to see my face
and not the, you know,

random cops.

That's what people
actually care about.

♪ ♪

Hey, we got something.

♪ Your painted face
take extra care ♪

♪ Careful not to
breathe the air ♪

♪ A silver-tongued shadow ♪

♪ A vulgar infection ♪

♪ A silver-tongued creature ♪

[dog barks]

♪ This self-deception ♪

♪ ♪

Where are they going?

I don't know.

I didn't bury anyone over there.

♪ ♪

[camera shutter clicks]

♪ ♪

- They're all wrapped the same.
- They must be yours.

I swear to God, all my
kills are back there.

These aren't mine.

♪ ♪

I'm gonna have nightmares
about that burial site.

[sighs] Shouldn't I be
more hardened by now?

I... I should, right?

No, your empathy is
your best quality.

- Really?
- Best quality?

Well, there are certain others.

Best discussed in a
non-professional setting.

[elevator dings]

- Thanks for coming right over.
- Yeah, of course.

- You saw the bodies?
- Yes.

We didn't unwrap any of them

for fear of compromising
DNA evidence.

They're all being sent to
our morgue facility downtown.

Give us the room, guys.

- Hey.
- Good to see you again.

Likewise.

Wish it was over
a caffé americano,

but here we are.

Hi, nice to see you.

Uh, who wants to start?

I will.

As I told Garza,

it seems clear that we have a
second serial killer at large.

Harrison Novak has been
falling all over himself

to take credit for his kills,

but he seemed genuinely shocked
when we uncovered those bodies.

You think he knows who
the second killer is?

Maybe, but it feels unlikely.

I agree with Nyla.

Novak seemed totally
thrown by the bodies

and worried that this killer
would somehow overshadow him.

OK, so what's our first step?

Mine is a thorough examination
of all the victims,

which will take
days, if not weeks.

In the short-term, we
need to try to figure out

a connection between
the two killers.

Well, let's say Harper's
intuition is right,

and Novak doesn't know the
identity of the second killer.

I mean, it can't
be a coincidence

that number two used the same
green tarp to bury his victims.

He's clearly piggybacking off
of Novak's burial site, right?

Which would indicate
that killer number two

is trying to hide his
crimes inside Novak's.

Which is the complete
opposite of Harrison Novak,

a killer who's desperate
for recognition.

How did number two know
about the burial site?

I mean, they must have crossed
paths somewhere, right?

Theoretically,

but without even the slightest
hint of where to start looking,

we're talking about an
infinitely large haystack

hiding a very small needle.

I hope I'm not interrupting,

but I might have a smaller
haystack for you to search.

I dug through my notes from
the Harrison Novak case file.

When we first met, he mentioned
that he had spent some time

in a psychiatric facility.

That wasn't in this file.

Well, he was 15.

Voluntary admission,
not criminal.

- Which facility?
- Westview, out in Chatsworth.

- We've been there before.
- Director's a pill.

We'll go talk to her.

Do you mind
expediting a warrant?

She's not going to give us
anything unless she has to.

Yeah, consider it done.

You do know not everyone
suffering from mental illness

is a serial killer?

Of course, but we
did just arrest one,

and he was treated at this
facility 15 years ago.

So we're not just
here because we heard

how personable the staff is.

Yeah, listen, we know that
this is a sensitive subject,

but most serial killers suffer
from some sort of psychosis

or antisocial
personality disorder.

Nice. Which Psychology 101
book did you pull that from?

I'm about to put her in a
different kind of hospital.

With all due respect,

we just pulled more than a
dozen bodies out of a field.

And now we have a court order
for your patient records.

Either you give us access
to those records now

or later, after you've
spent the weekend in jail.

Are you aware of people
suffering from mental illness

are actually more likely to
be victims of violent crime?

Yes, but that's not
relevant at this moment.

So are you going to give us
the list of patients and staff

who were here with Novak or not?

It'll take a while to assemble.

You have 12 hours.

And we don't do grace periods.

I really thought you were
going to hurt her there

- for a minute.
- Me, too.

And you weren't exactly
playing good cop either.

Whatever gets the job done.

[tense music]

What?

♪ ♪

Same green tarp?
You wanna go in?

As opposed to calling in
100 cops to do it for us?

No guts, no glory.

♪ ♪

Control, this is
Detective Lopez.

Harper and I are code
six on a follow-up

at Westview
Psychiatric Hospital.

Start up another unit in
case we come across anything.

Copy that, Detective.

♪ ♪

You ready?

Ready.

♪ ♪

[water dripping]

Ugh.

You OK?

Yeah, I'm just regretting
my choice of footwear.

I can't believe they still
have all this equipment.

You never know when lobotomies

will come back in style.

There's something written here.

Maybe from an old patient?

[distant moan]

[dramatic musical sting]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

I feel like I've seen
this movie before.

Yeah, but they didn't have guns.

♪ ♪

Control, the situation
is escalating.

Attach a few more
units. Code three.

Copy that, Detective.

♪ ♪

I am starting to regret more
than just my shoe choice.

No guts, no glory, remember?

That's not fair, using
my bravada against me.

[person screams]

[person screams]

Police!

♪ ♪

[soft suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- Stop!
- Police!

[person gasps]

[gasping] Help me.
He's coming back!

You have to get me out of here.

He's going to kill us.

- Are there others?
- Does he have someone else?

- I don't know.
- Please!

He needs medical attention now.

- All right.
- Go get him to safety.

I got this guy.

- Come on.
- [victim shudders]

♪ ♪

[electrical buzzing]

♪ ♪

[glass crunching]

♪ ♪

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[music stops]

[glass crunching softly]

[soft electrical whine]

[gunfire]

[Harper groans]

[loud impact, clattering]

[muffled moaning]

[tense rock music]

Oh, my legs.

My legs.

♪ ♪

[gunfire]

[Harper panting]

♪ ♪

[moans]

Nyla!

Here.

Are you OK?

- No.
- He injected me with something.

I can't feel my legs.

OK, hang on.

There's an ambulance on the way.

This is Lopez.

Officer down, Westview basement.

Conscious and breathing,
but injected with some type

of paralytic and
can't move her legs.

We need those EMTs
down here now.

- Copy that, Detective.
- They're on the way.

It's going to be OK.

[Haper breathing heavily]

♪ ♪

[distant sirens wailing]

- How you doing?
- Better.

Feeling is mostly back.

My best guess is
short-term paralytic.

I'm just trying not to
think too hard about

how dirty all the
needles were down there.

Probably for the best.

Any sign of our suspect?

- No.
- He clearly had an escape route.

Psych hospital just sent the
list of patients and employees.

It's a lot of names.
The FBI is digging in.

How's the guy we
pulled out of there?

Remy Darden?

He's in rough shape.

Hopefully he's stable enough
in the morning to talk to us.

- And James will be here soon.
- Mm.

I didn't tell him
what really happened,

just that you suffered a
minor injury on the job.

Thanks.

You wanna talk about
how scary that was?

Nope.

You want a hug?

No.

Yes.

[Iris' "Lavender and Heaven"]

[both chuckle softly]

[soft upbeat music]

♪ ♪

Nolan, my office.

♪ I have to tell you this ♪

Yes, sir.

I got a call from Detroit PD.

They pulled prints

from a liquor store
robbery last night.

- Were they Pete's?
- They were...

they were Pete's, weren't they?

Jason Wyler's.

Detroit, Michigan?

I ran the VICAP search.

There was another
hit on Jason's prints

two days before
outside of Provo.

Looks like Malvado's
got him spooked.

He's been heading east,

getting as far away
from LA as he can.

I'm a little surprised he
picked survival over revenge,

but I'll... I'll take it.

I gave Detroit PD your info.

They'll call if they
have anything more.

Thank you, sir.

- Hold up.
- One more thing.

Uh, I've been overprotective,

and if Bailey divorces
me, no one will blame her.

If I'm in your shoes,
I'm just as crazed.

But you have to live your lives.

Yes, sir.

♪ Make you happier than ever ♪

♪ It's just around
the corner ♪

Where do you think you're going?

Uh, home feels like the wrong
answer, but I'm not sure why?

Sawed-off shotgun, dagger,
nunchucks, AR-15...

which two violate
the same penal code?

We doing this now? [scoffs]

You need to know the law cold

no matter how tired you are,

no matter how many other
things are going on.

Right.

Sawed-off shotgun and
dagger, violation of 12020,

possession of an illegal weapon.

What about nunchucks?

Formerly a violation of 12020,

but currently no
violation at all.

They became legal in 2023.

Good.

You're dismissed.

Sergeant, I appreciate it.

How hard you are on me

and how dedicated you are
to doing the job right.

And I swear I'm not kissing up.

Where I'm from,

a lot of cops don't have
that same level of diligence.

Some are transplants who had
failed from other departments.

They didn't care the way you do.

And I guess I didn't
really understand

how much I had to learn.

So thank you.

Dismissed.

Yes, sir.

♪ It's just around
the corner ♪

♪ Between lavender
and heaven ♪

I know that logically,
intellectually, even legally,

I'm not to blame
for Novak's crimes,

but emotionally, I'm struggling.

Well, you're not a robot, Wes.

I mean, I would actually
be more concerned

if you felt nothing
after all this.

But on the bright side,
at least you've forgotten

about the detective who has
the hots for your wife, right?

Well, now I'm
thinking about him.

- [chuckles] Anyway...
- [knock at door]

What is this?

You're having a wake for
Sean's political career

and didn't invite me?

I made a sound only
a bat could hear.

I figured that
would do the trick.

[laughing] Oh!

It is so nice to see you
retain your sense of humor

given the end of your campaign.

Huh.

I mean, who would elect a DA

who was so instrumental

in letting a serial
killer go free?

OK, you and I both know

that what happened is far
more complicated than that.

Of course.

But voters don't do complicated.

You should withdraw before you
get embarrassed at the polls.

Mm-hmm.

Really nice to have you back.

Mm.

She's lovely.

Third down and three
inside the 25-yard line...

[barks]

[knock at door]

Stay.

Hey.

Um, how much do you trust
the LAPD background checks?

I'm sorry, why are you at
my door asking me that?

Come on.

OK, so Seth told me that

his high school
girlfriend died of an OD,

but then he told Miles that
she died in a car accident.

I confronted him about it.

He covered it pretty well,

said that they were
different girlfriends.

But I... that... that
seems pretty unlikely.

I just can't shake this feeling

that there's something
off with him.

Look, our background
checks are pretty invasive.

And he would have had to
pass a polygraph test,

which we both know
those are illuminating.

If he was hiding something, I
think it would have come out.

Yeah, you're right.

But you're still not satisfied?

No, I... [sighs]

I'm sorry. I... OK.

Oh.

Oh, my gosh.

Hey, Kojo.

You like a butt scratch?

I miss you.

Feeling's mutual.

[soft dramatic music]

♪ ♪

[Celina chuckles]

Look, I know it's late,

and I don't have much
in the way of food,

but I could order something.

Uh...

oh.

[chuckles]

[chuckling] No.

No, I should, um...

I'm gonna go, and so
have a good night.

- You, too.
- Yeah.

OK. Yeah.

[soft dramatic music]

[sighs]

♪ ♪

I'm happy to come back
whenever you need me.

- Thank you.
- I think, though, we're all set.

Thanks for the offer.

Mm, I'm happy you're back home.

- Me, too.
- Thank you so much.

Yeah.

All righty. Bye, guys.

See you soon.

I am sorry.

I am sorry for treating you
like a damsel in distress

when you are anything but.

You are strong, you are smart,

and you are more than
capable of handling yourself.

Sometimes it's just

hard to figure out what
help you need from me.

Well, I knew you were
coming from a good place.

I just...

in the future, I recommend
asking instead of telling.

- Agreed.
- Let me try.

Would you care to spend some
quality personal time with me

in our quality personal bed?

Perfect.

[both chuckle]

I'm just gonna get us a
water, you know, for after.

- Excellent.
- Hydrate.

[soft suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

[sighs]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

Damn it.