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(squawking)

Okay.

Just keep moving.
Nice and easy.

(squawking continues)

♪ ♪

(squawking echoes)

Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho.

(bellowing)

♪ ♪

(bellowing continues)

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

(monkeys screeching)

(howling)

(bellowing)

(screeching)

I really thought this year
was going to be different.

(trumpets)

(alarm clock beeping)

♪ Willabee, wallabee, wee ♪

♪ An elephant sat on me ♪

♪ Willabee, wallabee... ♪

-I'm so sorry. I overslept.
-It's okay.

Me and Jee-Yun were just
having some breakfast together.

Pureed pears.
You missed out.

I'm sure I will get to see it
in a couple of hours.

I can't believe I slept
through your alarm.

Yeah, I figured that was a sign
I should let you sleep in.

♪ An elephant sat on you... ♪

When's your next appointment
with Dr. Bolsaro?

This afternoon.

Then Jee and I are
gonna have lunch with Josh.

All of which you already knew.

I also know you've been
really tired lately,

ever since they switched you
to the duloxetine.

Thought it might be
a side effect.

-Maybe you should...
-Please don't.

Look, I know that you
really want to fix this.

But it's not your job.

You don't need to spend
your time worrying about me.

Making sure you and Jee-Yun
are happy and healthy

is my most important job.
So you can tell me not to worry,

but I'm not sure I know
how to do that.

I'll... I'll talk to the doctor.
I promise.

Good. Okay.
I should get to work.

You guys have a good day, huh?
Love you.

Love you.

Love you, too.

(whispers):
Hi.

Hey. You know, it won't
be like this forever.

-It's gonna get better.
-Yeah.

Of course it is.

BUCK:
So it's pretty serious, then.

I don't know what you mean.

Well, you're meeting
her parents.

We're meeting everybody.
Her parents,

her tíos, her tías, her primos.

Her whole family's
going to be there.

(exhales)
It's a baby christening.

Which sounds pretty serious.

It's not like it's
Ana and Eddie's baby, Buck.

CHIMNEY:
That's right, Baby Buck.

What are we talking about?

Ana's sister's having a baby.

Chris and I got invited to
the christening next Sunday.

You and Chris at
the christening?

-That sounds serious.
-It's not.

Not the way you guys
are making it sound.

It's the next step.
You know,

she's showing you off
to the entire family.

It's like the opening scene
of
The Godfather.

Pretty sure the christening is
the last scene of
The Godfather.

You guys'll have a great time.

EDDIE: He's really looking
forward to it.

He even agreed to let me
buy him a new suit.

We tried on the old one
last night--

-barely made it past his elbows.
-(chuckling)

I swear that kid's
shot up like a weed.

-They'll do that.
-Last time he wore it,

it still fit him.

That was at
his mother's funeral.

(balls clatter)

(phone buzzes)

Earthquake alert. That's weird.
You guys feel anything?

(phone buzzes)

Uh, m-mine's a tsunami alert.

-(phone buzzing)
-Mudslide warning.

It's like our greatest hits.

-Why isn't the bell going off?
-(phone buzzes)

Don't tell us, the bombs are
landing in five minutes.

No.

-Evidently I'm dialing 911.
-(line ringing)

-Who is this?
-This is 911 emergency services.

Well, I didn't call you.

911. What's your emergency?

-WOMAN: I didn't dial 911.
-911. What's your emergency?

So you don't have an emergency?

People! Do not panic.

I'm being told we have
not been hacked.

The trouble appears to be
with the cell phone providers.

Unfortunately our system has

no way of weeding out
the automated calls.

So if you don't have
an actual emergency,

clear the line so that people
who need us can get through.

-911. Do you have an emergency?
-WOMAN: Come on.

-GPS VOICE: Recalculating...
-Are you kidding me?

Oh, just shut up already!

-Recalculating.
-LINDA: Ma'am?

Are you in need of
emergency assistance?

Wait, w-who's there?

This is 911 dispatcher

Linda Bates and you called me.

Or at least your phone did.
Are you in need of any help?

Not unless you can give me
directions.

-My car's GPS is going insane.
-GPS VOICE: Proceed to
the route.

-Not really our purview.
-WOMAN: Didn't think so.

-Sorry!
-(phone clicks off)

GPS VOICE: Proceed to the route.
Proceed to the route.

Proceed to the route.

I thought this was the route,
damn it!

-Recalculating. Recalculating.
-Enough!

You are on the fastest route.

-Finally.
-(line ringing)

-911. What's your emergency?
-Turn left now.

-Oh, no! Not again.
-Turn left now.

-Turn left now.
-Wait, now?

-Turn left now.
-(tires screeching)

(screams)

Sinking?

Yeah, I-I went off the road.

Into some... I-I don't know.
Canal maybe?

Are you there?

Please tell me you're there!

I'm here. Tell me your name.

-Kirby.
-Hi Kirby. I'm May.

Have you tried to
open the windows?

Nothing is working.

I tried the door too,
but it's stuck!

Do you have anything you
could use to break the windows?

-I'm not seeing anything.
-It's okay.

Do you remember where you were
before you went off the road?

I was on Willoughby.
It told me to turn left.

It sent me straight
into the water!

I found you. Help is on the way.

The water's getting higher!

Are they gonna get here in time?

Fire and rescue are plan B.

-What's plan A?
-Can you swim?

-What?
-Kirby. Can you swim?

Yes, but I'm still sinking
and the door won't open!

You can't open the door because
the pressure of the water

outside is greater than
the pressure inside.

But it will equalize.

When that happens,
you're gonna open the door

and swim to surface.

(scoffs)
I have to let myself sink?

I'm-I'm going to drown in here!

-I don't want to die!
-Kirby, stop.

-I'm not ready!
-Do not panic.

-I don't wanna die!
-You're gonna listen to me

and we're gonna get you out
of that car. Okay?

Okay, okay.

First, take off your seat belt.

Then, kick off your shoes.
Jacket, too.

Anything that's
gonna weigh you down

needs to go.

Keep your mouth and nose

above the water for
as long as you can.

When the water starts to
cover your face,

that's when you'll take a big

breath of air,
as much as you can.

And then I open the door?

-Just enough to slip out.
-Okay.

The car will fall away from you.

Then, you kick-kick-kick
your way to the surface.

As hard as you can.

You're going to
make it to the surface,

Kirby. Say it.

(sobbing):
I'm gonna make it.

I'm gonna make it!
(inhales deeply)

(horn blaring)

♪ ♪

We got her! We got her!

(gasping)

What the hell is happening?

I have no idea.

(helicopter blades whirring)

CHIMNEY:
Here. Give me your hand.

(grunts)
I got you.

GPS VOICE:
Turn left now.

-Turn left now.
-Recalculating.

-Turn left now.
-(man shouts)

Turn left now.

(echoes):
Turn left now.

REPORTER: Representatives
from GoGo Anywhere

suggested a bug in
the most recent update might be

what caused the navigation app
to malfunction.

Malfunction?

There were accidents
all over the city.

But if I could figure out what
caused it to happen...

Okay. (grunts)

Hey, I'm still working.

Working or grasping at straws?

It was a bug.

Okay? They'll-they'll
put out an update tomorrow

and it'll be over with.

Not worth wasting your night on.

Oh, is there something I should
be wasting my night on instead?

Ooh.

-I got a few ideas.
-Mm.

I have an idea, too.

-Oh, yeah?
-Mm-hmm.

(chuckles)

-(phone clicks)
-Uh, okay...

Thank you.

You said you have the app.

I want to see when the
last update was.

Two weeks ago?

Uh, no, t-that can't be right.

All the accidents
happened today.

They lied.

Whatever happened wasn't
a bug in their software.

So what was it?

It was a ransomware attack.

Now, where'd you hear that?

-She knows a guy.
-You know a guy?

I'm an engineer, Michael.
I know a lot of guys.

-Mm.
-Anyway, this one works
at GoGo Anywhere, and, uh,

he wanted to know if I knew
of anyone else who had been hit.

And?

A defense contractor in Texas.
Last week.

And another one in Michigan,
the week before that.

And this is the first time
we're hearing about this?

You also didn't hear about
the other 4,000 cyberattacks

-that happen every day.
-Yeah, but there's
backups, right?

You know, redundancies,
firewalls.

Systems designed to-to

help protect us from being
kicked back into the dark ages

by faceless guys
on the Internet.

-Sort of.
-What?

Look, there is no way to
perfectly protect any system.

Right? And most things
in our lives are run on

some sort of automated system.

Banking, supply chains,
the lights in your house,

the water in your faucet.

Someone screws with enough
of those systems and...

people realize that society

isn't as resilient
as we think it is.

-(clicks tongue)
-(Hen sighs)

My wife.
The apocalyptic doomsayer.

(laughter)

Always a big hit
at the parties, babe.

Oh, you love it.

Okay, I'm gonna need something
a little stronger than coffee.

Anybody up for a whiskey?

(chuckling)

Something's wrong with our game.

Yeah. It froze and now
it won't even load at all.

(scoffs)
So now cell phone carriers,

GPS navigation
and now video games?

W-What's next?

The end of the world
as we know it.

Well, if it's gonna end,

I would appreciate it
if it would do so

before 11:00 tomorrow morning.

Why? What's happening tomorrow?

CLERK:
Next case before the court,

The State of California
v. Jeffery Connor Hudson.

Pretrial motions. Honorable
Judge Priya Atkins presiding.

-Bring in the defendant.
-(lock buzzes)

(women giggling)

Oh, look.
His fan club's here.

-(gavel bangs)
-ATKINS: We're on the record.

All right, whom do we
have present?

Your Honor,
Ken Decker for the state.

-(quietly): You need me to...
-Does the defense need a moment?

Your Honor, the defendant
has informed me

that my services
will no longer be required.

He just fired me.

He intends to represent himself.

-Objection...
-What do you mean, objection?

-ATKINS: Settle down. Order!
-This is me trying to get

-a fair trial.
-(gavel banging)

Settle down. Mr. Hudson,

if I do allow you
to represent yourself,

you'll do so with decorum
and you'll follow the rules.

Mr. Decker, I'll hear
what you have to say.

Everyone else, please sit down.

Ms. Risco, for the time being,
that includes you.

Your Honor, this defendant

is charged with six counts
of rape.

Heinous crimes that involved him
stalking his victims,

lying in wait
inside their homes,

and then viciously
attacking them. In addition,

he brutally assaulted
an LAPD sergeant,

beating her nearly to death.

All of these women will be
key witnesses in this trial.

To subject them to being
questioned by their attacker

would be tantamount to allowing
him to assault them again.

I'd like to see counsel
in chambers.

(gavel bangs)

Here you are.

Thanks.

Is he really gonna get
to do this?

Be the one firing questions
at us?

Because I don't think
I can take that.

Which is what he wants. But you
all are stronger than he thinks.

Damn right.
You've already proven it.

So let's just wait and see
what the judge says.

Oh, God, look at them.

So disgusting.

Have you seen their "Free
Jeffery Hudson" Facebook group?

Women like that have something
broken inside of them

that makes them fall
for psychopaths.

Don't look at them. They don't
deserve your attention.

Hey, Athena.

I'm sorry. The judge
is going to allow Hudson

-to represent himself.
-ATHENA: All right.

Remember what we said.
He can't hurt you.

Just stay strong.

DECKER:
Glad to hear you feel that way.

He also just filed a motion
to suppress all evidence

found at Studio Self Storage.

(scoffs) Those trophies
are all that we have

-linking Hudson
back to his victims.
-I'm aware of that. Believe me.

Sergeant Grant nearly gave her
life to get us that evidence.

I'm aware of that, too.
And so is the judge.

She's going to
hear arguments next session.

She's actually
considering this motion?

DECKER: She is.
And she's allowing Hudson

to call his first witness: you.

♪ ♪

ANA:
This looks

sharp.

I'm not the one that's supposed

to be getting a new suit today,
you know.

-Oh, but you look
so good, though.
-(laughs)

Let's just try it with a tie?

Sure.

You really love getting me
dressed up, don't you?

And the other thing.

EDDIE:
How you doing in there, pal?

CHRISTOPHER:
Good.

-Do you need any help?
-I got it!

Let's see.

(Eddie wolf whistles)

There's a handsome young man.

EDDIE:
Looking good.

As my Tía Pepa would say--
te queda pintado.

I think I look funny.

Come on, Chris.
It's the third one.

I look terrible.

Why don't we see
what Mom thinks?

Oh. Uh,

I'm not his mother.

I'm... just a friend.

SALESMAN:
Ah.

Hey, I found this one.

Ah, yeah. Let's see.

CHRISTOPHER (fading):
She's the godmother.

Her niece is getting baptized.

(whooshing)

SALESMAN (muffled):
Oh. Now it all makes sense.

(Ana speaking indistinctly)

(high-pitched ringing)

Eddie?

(heart pounding)

-Eddie?
-CHRISTOPHER: Dad!

-Are you okay?
-Dad!

Eddie, Eddie.
Call 911!

(gasping loudly)

Well, it wasn't a heart attack.

-ANA: Thank God.
-Are you sure?

You sound disappointed.

No. I'm just... surprised.

It... it sure felt like one.

Panic attacks can often present
as heart attacks.

EDDIE:
That's not what this was.

It's not possible.
I-I don't panic.

Because you're a guy?

And a firefighter.

Now that's a stressful job.

This didn't happen on the job.

Panic attacks aren't rational,
Mr. Diaz.

But they can be an indicator
of some underlying anxiety.

Have you experienced
any lifestyle changes lately?

Any new stressors?

No. Nothing. It's been great.

Right?

CHRISTOPHER:
He got shot.

(Ana clears throat)

Eddie was shot
four months ago on duty.

He almost died.

The sniper.

EDDIE:
He's dead, and I'm not.

I don't even think
about him anymore.

That could be called repression.

Or just moving forward.

Maybe, but I would like
to give you this delightful

and informative pamphlet
outlining what to do

if you start experiencing
symptoms again.

I won't be needing that.

Fine.

(laughs softly)
I don't panic.

(siren wailing)

-(loud thud)
-(dog barking)

(beeping)

(crickets chirping)

(lock clicks)

-(whimpers)
-(grunts)

(groans)

(Athena groans)

(grunting)

-(gasping)
-(Jeffery grunts)

Bye-bye.

(gasps)

(gasping)

♪ Oh, well, I'm ♪

(sighs)

-♪ Sitting here in La-La... ♪
-HARRY: She's up!

Oh. Harry.

What is my little man
doing here?

Uh, Michael dropped him off last
night after you went to bed.

He was missing his mom.

Oh, well, I missed you, too.

So am I gonna get some
of your special waffles?

No, even better. We made
pancakes with cheese in 'em.

-Ricotta.
-Ah.

-Makes 'em fluffier.
-Oh.

(laughs)
I can't wait to try them.

HARRY:
Cream and sugar's on the table.

You sit, we serve.

Just like a restaurant.

(laughs)
Come here, you.

♪ It may sound funny,
but I don't believe
♪

♪ She's coming, oh, oh... ♪

Sergeant Grant, are you familiar

with a facility known
as "Studio Self Storage"?

Intimately.

And on the evening
of May 4, 2020,

did you have occasion
to enter this facility?

I did.

And who granted you access
to this business?

No one did. I just walked in.

JEFFERY:
You just walked in?

With a warrant?

No warrant was necessary.

Really? How's that?

I observed

that an outside door had been
suspiciously wedged open,

so I conducted a business check.

Right, right. "Business check."

That's, uh, one of those phrases
cops deploy

when they want to get around
pesky things like warrants.

Prejudicial, Your Honor.

Mr. Hudson,
let's keep it in check.

Did anyone else see this
suspiciously wedged open door,

-Sergeant Grant?
-No.

No. Just you.

And did you turn on your
body camera when you entered?

I didn't get a chance to.
I was attacked... by you.

That's your version.

I remember it
the other way around.

As I recall, a lot of people
heard it over the radio.

Oh. Then I'm sure they heard you

identify yourself
as police, hmm?

I followed procedure.

Of course.

Sergeant Grant, how many times

have you been put on
restricted duty for misconduct?

A few.

How about five times?

-I'm good police.
-No. My, uh...

my personal favorite is the time

that you threatened
a teenage girl

you felt was bullying
your daughter.

I felt?

That girl drove my daughter
to attempt suicide.

So you arrested this minor,
and you threw her in jail.

You know, some people might
consider that an abuse of power.

-She had drugs on her person.
-She said they weren't hers.

-They usually do.
-And sometimes
police plant evidence.

-Your Honor!
-Mr. Hudson,
are we approaching a point?

Given that the state's
entire case against me rests

on this so-called evidence
obtained by an illegal search

by a rogue cop with a history
of misconduct, I would move

that all items claimed
to have been found

at Studio Self Storage
be suppressed and not

considered evidence
in this trial.

(gallery murmuring)

Thank you.

-(gavel bangs)
-ATKINS: All right.

Let's take a recess
while I consider my ruling.

You may step down,
Sergeant Grant.

♪ Blue skies smiling at me ♪

♪ Nothing but blue skies ♪

♪ Do I see ♪

♪ Bluebirds... ♪

AIR TRAFFIC CONTROLLER:
N-A 8-26 heavy fly

heading 085 vector to I-L-S
runway 2-4-Right Approach.

Kona 413 runway 2-4-Left
via Charlie and Kilo.

1701, resequencing
due to weather.

Hold short of taxiway Echo,
contact Ground at 121.65.

You are now ready for takeoff.
Sorry for the delay.

LTY-226,
intercept runway 2-4-final.

-Wind is calm.
-N-A 8-26,

has the Mad Dog in sight.

Expect the I-L-S approach.

PILOT:
Roger, ground. LTY-226...

(static crackles)

LTY-226, repeat.

LTY-226, acknowledge.

-What's up?
-Just lost contact

with LTY-226 on final approach.

Transponder
and radio just disappeared.

LTY-226, come in.

It was at 4,000 feet,
nothing near it.

Good. It's just a glitch.
Keep hailing.

-(beeping)
-What the... what the hell?

-My screen went down.
-What happened?

-(overlapping chatter)
-Keep your heads, people!

Liz, call Control Center
in Palmdale.

Tell them TRACON
and Towers are both

at ATC zero with a total loss
of radars and radio.

If it's just us, hand control
off to other towers.

Reroute everyone,
no one in or out of LAX

without further notice.

Mike, Rudy, don't wait.
Start calling other airports--

Burbank, Ontario, Long Beach--
get them radioing flights.

Prioritize anyone
who was about to land.

Sup? LTY-226 is back.

LTY-226, give me your status.

-(beeps)
-LTY-226, come in.

We got bigger problems.

That plane's on a collision
course with the tower.

It's headed right for us.

LTY-226, climb
to 10,000 feet and maintain.

You are not cleared to land.
Any visuals?

Cloud cover's at 500 feet.
Zero visibility.

We're not gonna see it
till it's right on us.

Sup, there are 239 souls
on that plane.

We don't even know how many
other flights are in trouble.

Should we evacuate the tower?

-Should we evacuate the airport?
-No time.

Keep trying.
I'm getting the signal light.

Everyone else, brace for impact.

-(panicked chatter)
-LTY-226,

confirm climb to 10,000 feet.

Emergency.
You are not clear to land.

Oh, God. It's here.

LTY-226, pull up and go around!

You are lined up
with the tower, not the runway!

Pull up! Pull up! Pull up!

Brace for impact!
Brace for impact!

(beeps echoing)

NICK:
There's nothing there.

Sup, I have Los Angeles Center.

Successful contacting
all flights and rerouting,

including 226.

Whatever the system fail is,

it's local to us.

(sighs):
Oh.

Everyone's in good hands.

(applause)

♪ ♪

See? No reason to panic.

(chuckles)

Great job, everyone!

You kept your cool,
you made me proud.

Now let's get IT up here
and see who

kicked a plug out of the wall.

Nick?

He's right over there.

His name is Nick.
I'm his supervisor.

He's been unconscious
for eight minutes.

I can't get a steady pulse.

Got it.
We'll take it from here.

Let's clear out.
Give me some room.

Yo, Eddie, this is the part
where you glue wires to him.

Shouldn't the air traffic
controllers be...?

Controlling air traffic? I was
just wondering the same thing.

Our system's down.
Techs are figuring out why.

Nick, can you hear me?!

-He's in V-fib.
-Damn it.

Come on, buddy. Come on, Nick.

Clear.

(monitor beeping)

Normal rhythm.

It's okay, Nick. Just breathe.

What happened?

You had a heart attack.

You must have a good boss.
She kept you with us

until the cavalry arrived.

♪ ♪

Hey, you okay?

Don't know. My heart's racing.
I can't breathe.

Am I having a heart attack, too?

Not necessarily.
Could be a panic attack.

Whoa. Guys, we got another one!

This is Captain Nash.

We're gonna need
a second gurney.

Are they gonna be okay?

Both are responsive,
vitals are good.

MAN:
Hey, Sup, looks like
the system's rebooting.

Everything's coming back
on line.

Finally, a piece of good news.

(dinging)

AUTOMATED VOICE:
You lose.

All your systems belong to us.

To get them back,
send $25 million.

Click the link below.
(cackling)

Karen was right.
This is the end of the world.

When is it not?

(groaning)

We're gonna need another gurney.

CLERK:
All rise.

(phone ringing)

(phones ringing)

I knew I turned this off.

Cell phones are to be turned off
when you enter my courtroom.

-(lock buzzes)
-(phones ring)

-Hey, you're not my judge.
-Deputy, what are you doing?

We're in the middle
of a proceeding.

Sorry, Your Honor. The computer
told me to bring him up.

-Must be a scheduling mix-up.
-(lock buzzes)

-Whoa, whoa, whoa.
-Does someone want to tell me

-what the hell is going on?
-Hold it right there.

I-I don't know, Judge.

All right, I want this courtroom
cleared now! Now!

No way! I know my rights!
I want my day in court!

-Get them. Get them out of here!
-(overlapping shouting)

Out!

-Enough! Back up!
-(gavel banging)

(overlapping shouting)

ATKINS:
Order! Order! Order!

-PRISONER: Get off me!
-Oh, my God.

-Get off me!
-ATKINS: Order! Out!

DEPUTY:
Go back! Let's go!

All right, everybody,

please take your seat.

Is the defendant...?

Where's the defendant?

-(overlapping shouting)
-GUARD: Back up! Step back!

Our system is down!

(clamoring)

Come on! Hey!

(cackling)

Go! Go! Go!

Move! Move!

(overlapping shouting)

Hey!

(cackling)

-(indistinct chatter)
-(horns honking)

(horn honks)

(excited chatter)

(sprinkler spritzing)

(excited chatter)

-(horns honking)
-(electrical crackling)

♪ ♪

MAN:
Whoa, money!

MAN 2:
Check it out!

(horns honking)

Hey, hey, hey!

(horns honking)

♪ ♪

WOMAN:
Oh, my God.
Look at all that money.

(groans) Hey, man!

(electronic chiming)

Get out of the sidewalk!
Clear, clear, clear, clear!

(screaming)

(people screaming)

♪ ♪

(panicked shouting)

♪ ♪

Insanity.

(phone buzzing)

Hello?

JOSH:
Hey, Maddie. I was calling you
about lunch today.

Josh?

You're not already
on your way, are you?

No. I'm-I'm sorry. I...

I'm running... running
behind schedule. Uh...

-and totally missing
my doctor's appointment.
-Oh, yeah.

Pretty sure everyone's gonna
miss their appointments today.

-(crying)
-First the cell phones
became self-aware, and

then the airport was hit,
and now, it's the apocalypse.

What?

You haven't seen it?

It's all over the news.

Uh, look, Maddie, I'm sorry.
I really got to go.

We'll get lunch when
this thing blows over, okay?

-(beeps)
-(sighs)

What thing, huh?

Oh, okay.

-TAYLOR: Atlanta,
Baltimore, Boston...
-Okay.

...and now Los Angeles
has joined

the grim fraternity of cities
held hostage

by sophisticated hackers
from somewhere overseas.

They call it "ransomware,"
and if you don't pay up,

they won't give you back
your systems.

Just ask air traffic control
at LAX,

where for a few
terrifying moments today,

it seemed as if the sky might
actually be falling.

But transportation systems
weren't the only targets.

Chaos spread
to the downtown courthouse...

(people screaming)

Okay. Well...

I guess your daddy's
gonna be pretty busy today.

(sirens wailing)

-Dr. Salazar, three MIs.
-Three? Uh, all right.

Uh, exam rooms four through six.
All three get a full panel,

EKG and chest CTs. Dear God,
if that's even working.

(indistinct P.A. announcement)

Mr. Diaz? I wasn't expecting
to see you again so soon.

-How you feeling?
-Good. All good.

BOBBY:
What a mess.

Oh, beyond.
We are having to bust

into our prescription cases
just to get access to any drugs,

not that we know
who to give them to.

We are locked out of our
computers, so no patient charts.

IV drip rates
are being calculated

with a stopwatch
and a white board.

And every vent
on this floor just shut down,

so we are bagging patients
by hand.

NURSE:
Dr. Salazar,
Mr. Rudnick is prepped.

Transplant team is ready
in OR three.

That's great, but we're not
starting without the heart.

I'm on with the pilot.
They're 12 minutes out.

BOBBY:
Sounds like you could use
some extra hands.

-Just tell us where you want us.
-Everywhere?

COLLEEN:
What do you mean, gone?

Systems all over the city
were hit in one mass attack.

Not just the courthouse.

This police station, trains.

I hear they're even
having trouble at the zoo.

Those aren't the cages
I'm worried about.

I mean, he's out there now.
He's really out there.

We will find him.

What if he finds us?
He knows where we live.

Which is why I don't think
you should go home.

Not for a while.

Stay with friends, family,
get a hotel.

I'll let you know
when it is safe.

RANSONE:
You have no idea
where he might go?

No, I don't.

Do you think there's any chance
he might reach out to you?

-He fired me, remember?
-Yeah.

Any idea why he did that?

Isn't it obvious?
He likes to have control.

He can't stand it if someone
else does, especially a woman.

I've noticed. What can you
tell us about these women?

His fan club?

Any chance any one or more
of them would shelter him

if he knocked on their door?

Any of them... in a heartbeat.

You wouldn't happen
to have their names

or addresses, would you?

No, but I know who would.

They all visited him in lockup.

Visitor's log at Men's Central.

(indistinct P.A. announcement)

Hey, what was with
that doctor on the way in?

Why is she asking
if you're all right?

It was nothing. I wasn't feeling
well the other day, so...

she checked me out.

She's a-a cardiologist.

At a hospital. Are you saying
you had a heart attack?

No, I'm not saying
I had a heart attack.

I'm saying the opposite.

I'm saying
I
didn't
have a heart attack.

But you did think you were
having a heart attack.

Can we just drop this?

CHIMNEY:
Think the trauma bay's
on its feet for now.

We did all we could. Little
snip there, little stitch here.

You guys want us to tag you out?

-Give you a break?
-Yeah.

Great idea.
Eddie really shouldn't be

exerting himself right now.

Seriously, Buck?

(indistinct P.A. announcement)

Chopper 305, I'm heading up
to the roof now. Over.

PILOT:
Roger that. Medevac 305,
approaching the pad.

(horn honking)

Athena, how close are you to
the Little Tokyo address?

ATHENA: I'm close.
Trouble is, nothing is moving.

Traffic's a nightmare.

Listen, I'm almost
at the Echo Park address,

Cynthia Walden.

Why don't you let me
check it out,

and then I'll meet you
in Little Tokyo.

You want me to wait for you? No.

There's a reason
we split up, Lou.

I'm not letting
this dirtbag get away again.

RANSONE:
I need to remind you,

the last time
you faced this guy alone

in a blackout,
it didn't go so good.

Yeah, well, it won't go down
like that again.

Not this time.
Not today.

-(siren wailing)
-(tires screeching)

(sirens wailing in distance)

Medevac, I see you!

We're ready to receive
the package.

Is everyone good back there?

MANNY:
We're good.

Detective Ransone. LAPD.

-Mind if I take a look around?
-Come on in.

♪ ♪

RANSONE:
Expecting company?

I set the table for him
every night.

MAYOR:
Today,

Los Angeles has been
held hostage

by an unscrupulous band
of criminals

who prefer to hide
in the shadows.

Open it. Now.

MAYOR:
Well, let me be clear.
The city of Los Angeles

does not negotiate
with terrorists.

Don't move!

MANNY:
Whoa. Are you seeing this?

(sighs)
Because of course.

PILOT: Mayday! Mayday!
We're coming in hot.

(panicked chatter)

PILOT:
What the hell?

-I can't see the pad. Hang on!
-(alert beeping)

Generators should have
kicked in automatically.

-Something's wrong.
-Chim's finding out
where they are.

All right, thank you.
Guys, back of the building,

-near the service doors.
-Buck, get the tools,
meet us there.

Copy that.

What the hell?

-(alert beeping)
-I lost the whole tail rotor.

Hang on!

(crash rumbling)

That came from the roof.

The generators will
have to wait.

-LAPD. Put your hands up.
-Relax.

I saw you through the peephole.

Step back.
Keep your hands up.

Y-You can't come in here
without a warrant.

If I think you're
harboring a criminal,

I absolutely can. Move!

Stop right there.

Open it.

All right.

ATHENA:
The closet.

You're wrong about him,
you know.

Jeffery would never hurt a soul.

You're telling that tale
to the wrong woman.

Oh, right.
That fight you lost to him.

He said you attacked him.

He said
he was defending himself.

That what he said?

Jeffery always has to
defend himself.

That's why he had to fire
that bitch lawyer.

He blamed her for everything.
He said it was all her fault.

(sighs)

(water running)

-(gasps)
-Evening, Counselor.

Jeffery, you scared the hell
out of me.

Put your shoes back on.

Now!

You know, I really
got to thank you.

If you hadn't given me such
truly terrible legal advice,

I never would have fired you,
and I'd still be

sitting in a damn cage
right now.

So thanks for sucking.

I don't think I gave you
terrible advice.

Really?

You wanted to plead me down.

You had no intention
of fighting for me.

I wonder if you got any
real fight in you at all, Lila.

Guess we're gonna have
to find out, huh?

Do you have any cash?

Some.

-Where are we going?
-I don't know yet.

Roads are pretty jammed,

but we're gonna
figure out something.

-Oh!
-Ah!

Hey, Jeff.

You okay?

Yeah. I-I think so.

(Jeff grunting)

("Retrograde"
by James Blake playing)

RANSONE:
Gotta hand it to you, Sergeant.
When your instincts are right,

they are very, very right.

-ATHENA: You got him?
-We got him, Athena.

Oh, praise the Lord.

Oh, that's great news, Lou.
Oh, the lawyer?

A bit shaken up,
but she'll be fine.

Jeffery's big adventure is done.
He's going back to lockup.

I know some people who
are going to be

very happy to hear that.

♪ You're on your own... ♪

COLLEEN:
Hello?

ATHENA:
Colleen? It's Sergeant Grant.

-We got him.
-Oh, my God. Really?

ATHENA:
Really.

COLLEEN:
That is such a relief.

ATHENA:
I know, baby.

You can go home now.
It's safe.

♪ Suddenly I'm hit ♪

♪ It's the starkness
of the dawn
♪

♪ And your friends are gone ♪

♪ And your friends won't come. ♪

-♪ ♪
-(exhales)

It's over.
(chuckles)

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