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And just for safety, place
your hands on the hood for me.

[ Sighs ] Damn.

Do you have any weapons on you?

Anything that's gonna stick me?

Yeah. I got a foldable
knife in my back pocket

for self-defense. Alright.

Uh, just keep your hands
on the hood for me.

Don't reach for
anything, alright?

Yes, sir.

Ah. Thank you.

Oh, uh, and I have a small
knife around my neck.

You have a knife
around your neck?

In case I can't reach
the one in my waistband.

Right.

[ Blade scraping ]

♪ Look ♪

That's treacherous.

Two there. Got those.

♪ I'm in the city, just
livin', you can't control me ♪

♪ Seeing all the phony
homies try to hold me ♪

Care... Careful with that one.

[ Keys jingling ]

♪ This road is lonely, huh ♪

Right.

♪ When you know the code,
you gon' need to prevail ♪

Nolan: Anything
else I'm missing?

Any more? Oh. Oh,
that's my balisong.

That... That one's
from the Philippines.

Oh. [ Chuckles ] Oh, that's...
That's... that's a neat one.

It looks like a money clip,
but it's actually a...

It's actually a knife.

♪♪

I hate to ask you
what's in your car.

No weapons in there.

♪ I'm-a live my life right ♪

But, uh... But?

[ Growling, rattling ]

Uh, Nolan? The
trunk is growling.

[ Growling continues ]

♪ Whoa, oh, oh, oh,
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪♪

Since the winner of
this little contest

gets to pick where
we get married,

I'mma just go ahead
and call it right now.

We're getting married
on the beach right here

in beautiful, sunny
Southern California.

Shh, shh. Shh, shh.
Listen. Do you hear that?

It's the smell of victory.

Correction. After I win,
you'll be smelling beignets

in the French Quarter after
our wedding in New Orleans.

[ Upbeat music plays ]

Oh. Careful. Alright.

Here we go.

♪♪

Ten to seven. I win.

My stack is clearly higher.

That is not the contest.

Fair enough. You win.

Alright. It is...

20 to 20. We're tied again.

We need another contest.

Bet I can eat mine faster.

Is it possible we're
too competitive?

If you want to
quit, just say so.

Say you're a quitter.

Fork me.

♪♪

Ready, set...

W... Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Without syrup? What
are we, animals?

Hey. The sitter's
available after all.

You still want to go to dinner?

People on television: ♪
...early in the morning ♪

Wesley?

[ Laughter ]

Sorry. Um, what
was the question?

You're not worried about
the deposition, are you?

The defense are just throwing
stuff against the wall.

Yeah. Well, the more
that they throw,

the more likely
something will stick.

And if something sticks,
Elijah could walk.

That won't happen.

They can depose me, Grey, half
of the Mid-Wilshire station...

It won't change who
Elijah Stone is.

I just wish I knew more
about the strategy.

I don't even know who
his defense attorney is.

And the DA's office
has a firewall

between me and anything
relating to Elijah Stone.

The RICO case against
Elijah is solid.

They're just desperate.

That's what worries me.

RICO means anyone involved in
the organization is on the hook.

I was a part of
the organization.

Under duress.

And his lawyers can't argue
that you were a mob lawyer

without admitting that
their client is a mobster.

You're right.

Of course, because
you're always right.

I'm going. Think about
where you wanna go

for our date night.

[ Smooches ] Love you.

I love you, too.

[ Door opens ]

Take my advice... you want
to put a tennis racket

in her hand tomorrow.

Oh, I was hoping we had
a swimmer on our hands.

Whatever gets her a full ride.

Trust me. You don't want
to know what we're paying

for Dominique's tuition.

What happened? Leah okay?

Leah's fine. Hey.

We had a minor accident
with the breast milk

you left in the fridge.

Oh, you mean the breast milk
that I woke up at 5:00 a. m.

This morning to pump?
That breast milk?

Yes. Mm-kay.

Mama is gon' feed her
sweet little baby.

[ Smooches, laughs ]

Daddy... Daddy's gonna
wait in the hot car.

One more thing. Uh, and
I want to preface this

by saying I'm just
the messenger.

What is it?

Lila's best friend, Jenny,

canceled trick or
treating tomorrow night.

Why? What happened?

Her mom didn't say,

but she left an awkward
message, though.

Okay. You have a
theory. What is it?

They may not be comfortable
with the whole law -enforcement,

gun-in-the-house thing.

You know, um, just a wild guess.

You... You are on one today.

[ Yawns ]

Nolan: The hours take
some getting used to.

Mm-hmm. My REM cycle's
all over the place.

I wasn't like this
at the academy.

Yeah, I had something
similar when I first started.

I know it's hard, but you
got to make sleep a priority.

[ Grunts ] Man, I'm,
like, wide awake

by the time my head
hits the pillow.

When Henry was a baby,
we tried everything

to get him to sleep...
Soothing music,

so many road trips I'm
sure we single-handedly

destroyed the environment,

and a swaddling technique
I can still do in my sleep.

Hmm, I don't think any
of this applies to me.

Didn't a doctor just
pull a bullet out of you?

Like, shouldn't you be resting?

It was an old
bullet. I'm fine.

What?

I overheard you
talking to Ashley

about picking up some of
your things from her place.

So look, if you want to
talk about it, we can t...

♪♪

[ Laughter ]

Hello. Good morning.

Chen. Sanford.

[ Telephones ringing
in distance ]

What's up with him?

He's just grumpy with
everything he's got going on.

Wait. What... What's going on?

Nothing.

What? He's fine. I'm fine.

We're just eager to
protect and serve.

Aaron. I have to
go. I'm so sorry.

What?

[ Police radio chatter ]

I, uh... I found this
checklist online.

No screens, thermostat at
68, meditation, lavender oil.

No luck.

Red light. Red light.

Red light. Red
light. Red light!

[ Tires screech ]

Sorry.

Dispatcher: 7-Adam-15.
Suspicious circumstance

at 12952 South Flower Street.

10-66. Female and
a bank transaction.

More to your box.

[ Sighs ] Copy that.
7-Adam-15, show us responding.

Switch places. I'm driving.

No. I'm good. I'm good.

No. Not good enough.

When you are sleep
deprived, both your judgment

and your reflexes are impaired.

It's no better than
being intoxicated.

Do you understand?

Yes, sir. We switch.

[ Indistinct conversations ]

What's the problem?

Oh. Our alert system
flagged several bills

this young woman
attempted to deposit.

Counterfeit?

No, looks like they're
connected to some kind

of law enforcement
investigation.

Hi. I-I'm just trying
to make a deposit.

What's going on? Uh,
may I get your name?

Macy Tomkins.

And do you have any ID?

[ Pen clicks ]

And where did you get the bills
you were trying to deposit?

I had a garage sale
over the weekend.

Made $1,000 on a
designer handbag.

Should've gotten more, if
you want to know the truth.

I don't suppose you got
a name or description

of the person who bought it.

Mm, Brentwood
housewife. Yoga pants.

Right. Any cameras
around where you live?

No.

Okay. I'm just
gonna have to get

a little more
information from you.

Celina, will you start
an FI card? We...

[ Snoring ]

Nolan: Officer Juarez.

♪♪

Welcome back.

♪♪

[ Indistinct conversations,
telephones ringing ]

Monica.

What are you doing here?

Nobody told you?

Told me what?

I'm here for the deposition.

Elijah Stone is my client.

Um... that is a mistake.

You do not want to
be in his orbit.

I'm billing him $800 an hour.

It's a nice orbit.

You read all the discovery.
You know what he did to me.

I know what you
allege he did to you.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

Uh, the court reporter is
still setting up inside,

but I could take you
back, if you'd like.

Great. I just need
to make a quick call

before we get started.

Yeah. Sure.

Excuse me.

[ Scoffs ]

You know Elijah's attorney?

We went to law school together.

Really? Mm-hmm.

Is there anything in her bag of
tricks we should look out for?

She's smart, fairly ruthless,

and God forbid you leave
the toilet seat up.

We used to be engaged.

Maybe you should've
led with that.

Mm-hmm.

[ Police radio chatter ]

We're not talking about it.

Look, I'm just saying
if you want to talk

about the breakup, I'm here.

I don't. Look,
tomorrow's Halloween.

The crazies are gonna
be out in full force,

so let's just focus
on our job. Alright?

Alright.

Werewolf.

What?

Werewolf.

She looks like she needs
a hand. We should stop.

[ Vehicles passing,
dogs barking ]

Morning. Looks like
you need some help.

I have to get this prop
to set or I'm screwed.

Okay. Well, uh, we'll get
your friend here loaded up,

and you'll be on
your way in no time.

Thank you.

So, what are you,
like, a P. A. or...

I'm a director. I'm
shooting a short film,

but I lose my
location in an hour.

That is so cool. You
hear what she said?

Tim: Hmm. She's a director.

Oh. Yeah. Okay.

Help her get to set.
She's losing daylight.

Right.

♪♪

You know what? I
just need a better...

I need a better angle.

[ Walkie talkie
chirps ] 7-Adam-100.

Show us Code 6 at
Bronson and Rosewood...

Stalled vehicle blocking
traffic. [ Grunting ]

♪♪

Hang on. Wait, wait. Hold on.

You shouldn't be
lifting anything.

I mean, you just
had major surgery.

You did? I can handle this.

No, I didn't have major
surgery. I-I'm fine.

Lift on three. Okay.

Alright. One,
two, three. Yeah.

[ Grunting ] Lift.

[ Grunts ] Yeah.

Let's go! Push! I'm pushing!

Do you want me to call someone?

Both: No!

I had back surgery,
remember? Oh! My leg. My leg.

Oh! My knee. My knee.
My knee. My knee.

[ Groans ] You good?

[ Exhales deeply ] Yeah.
Thank you. Both of you.

Yeah. Happy to help.

[ Cellphone ringing, click ]

Yeah. Bradford.

No. I assigned Siega to that.

So, uh, what's your short about?
Like, werewolves versus zombies?

The lycanthrope is a metaphor

for the patriarchy's
assault on bodily autonomy.

Wow.

No, I never got it.

[ Engine starts ]

So, uh, you know,
maybe I can, uh,

take you out for coffee
and you can tell me more?

No, thanks.

[ Hand taps ]

No. No. Don't do anything.
I'll be right there.

Let's go.

Dispatcher: 7-Adam-15. Possible
arson at Elm and West Sixth.

[ Fire crackling, indistinct
talking on radio ]

Nolan: Just the firefighter
I wanted to see!

[ Vehicle doors close ]

I was thinking...
Since we are tied,

how about tonight,
we have a little

Lego-building competition?

You were a contractor.

I didn't build
houses out of Lego.

I think we should do
something intellectual,

like learn a new language

and see who's more fluent
at the end of the month.

Oh. Japanese?

You taught English in Kyoto.

[ Sighs ] I was hoping
you wouldn't remember.

I remember everything
you tell me.

Uh-huh. What did I
ask you to pick up

from the store after work?

Milk. Eggs. Bread?

Pops... Popsicles.

Guys? See? I
remember everything.

[ Sirens wailing ]

Looks like somebody
had money to burn.

♪♪

I'm very tired.

♪♪

Maybe the money was cursed.

You know, fire is
very cleansing.

It's used in all
sorts of rituals.

Or it could be something else.

Or someone was trying to hide
evidence of an old crime.

Tracking device.

Why old crime?

Well, tracking devices nowadays

are all microchips and GPS.

This thing's got to be
at least 10 years old.

I'm guessing... federal.
Maybe DEA or FBI.

So the money was part of
a law-enforcement sting?

That seems likely.

But why burn it now?

We figure that out by finding
out whose tracker this is.

Drive safe. Hey.

Uh, I'm not sure who to talk to.

Yeah. What's the problem?

Um, these cops
stopped to help me,

and one of them left
his radio behind.

Yeah. I can take that.

Did you happen to
catch their name?

One of them looked
exactly like that guy

from that murder documentary,

but I think the radio belonged
to the broody one. Oh.

The broody...

Tim forgot his radio?
Tim Bradford, super cop?

You know, this guy will not
let me forget that I was once

three and a half minutes
late to roll call.

Can you believe that?

I... guess.

This feels like
Christmas. Thank you.

Cool. So you'll
get it back to him?

Yeah, I got it. You
have a nice day.

[ Engine revs ]

♪♪

[ Clicks tongue ]

♪♪

How did you become involved
in the sting operation

against Elijah Stone?

I raised my concerns about
his criminal enterprise

to the LAPD.

Paint me a picture. You
went to the front desk

at Mid-Wilshire.
And then what?

Well, I didn't go
through the front desk.

Oh. I guess I'm confused.

In your own words,
describe the first time

you brought up Mr. Stone's
alleged crimes to the LAPD.

I raised my concerns with
Detective Angela Lopez.

At her desk?

In our living room.

They're married. But
you know that already.

Oh. That's right. Mm.

It's in my notes.

Um, and this sting operation
was allowed to proceed

despite an obvious and
egregious conflict of interest?

Well, we had a mutual
interest in the truth.

Is it common for detectives to
work cases involving relatives?

No. And why is that?

I think there's a concern
that the detectives won't view

the evidence objectively,

but I don't think that's
an issue here. Interesting.

Next question...
Uh, can I finish...

Moving on.

Let's just move on.

I'm telling you,
it's not in the shop.

Well, it didn't just
jump off my hip.

[ Sighs ] Let me
check this bag again.

[ Plastic crinkling ]

[ Hand thuds ] The werewolf.

I put down my radio to help
you lift that dumb prop.

The director must have it.

Did you get her number?

Almost.

[ Hand thuds, cellphone chimes ]

[ Sighs ]

♪♪

What the hell?

What is it?

♪♪

Who sent that?

Someone who's about to
get in a lot of trouble.

You know, uh, you
could just file

an incident report and
get a new radio, right?

And get written up? That's
one day's suspension

without pay.

♪♪

I think I know where
this is. Let's go.

Bailing on Halloween is
so passive-aggressive.

I mean, if you have a
problem with me being a cop

or having a gun at my
house, then just tell me.

Agreed. But if
that's the issue,

have James invite them
over for dinner tonight.

Show them your gun safe.
Everyone loves James.

People love me, too.

For sure. I, for
example, adore you.

Most people find you terrifying.

Right back at you.

I know. It's why we're
so good together.

[ Chuckles ] Alright. Fine.

I will have James
invite them to dinner.

Uh, hi. Nyla Harper.
We spoke on the phone.

This is Angela Lopez.

Xavier. Thanks for
diving right in on this.

Of course.

I can't believe we haven't
worked together before...

All the LAPD/DEA task
forces you were on.

Yeah. I never worked anything
that took me to the Midwest.

Smart. Undercover gets a
whole lot more uncomfortable

when it's negative 20
out. [ Knock on door ]

Hi. Sorry to interrupt.
You wanted to see us?

Uh, yes. Officers
Nolan and Juarez.

They found the burned
cash and your old tracker.

Thank you. You don't know what
it means to finally have a lead.

We're happy to help. A
lead on what, exactly?

Ten years ago, my partner,
Robert Buckley, set up a buy

with a mid-level trafficker
named Winslow Harris.

Rob had been deep
undercover for months,

and this was a big break...

A chance to get real intel
on Harris' operation.

It sounds like it
didn't go as planned.

To this day... I'm not
sure what happened.

We found Rob's
body a week later.

The tracker failed,
the money disappeared,

and no one's heard
from Harris since.

[Quietly] Huh. The
money is cursed.

I'm sorry. What? It's nothing.

Fast-forward to today, when
money from the old sting

set off alarms at a local bank.

Okay. Wait. The dumpster fire

and garage-sale
chick are connected?

Macy Tomkins. I
ran info on her...

Spotty employment history, a
few overdue parking tickets.

No criminal record.

It can't be a coincidence
that the bills were flagged

at the bank and the rest of
them were burned an hour later.

It seems clear Macy was lying
about where she got the money.

Question is, how does
she connect to Winslow?

Let's go ask her.

Man, this is one sketchy-ass
looking coffee truck.

This is where I get my
coffee every morning.

No Oat Milk Mafia hipsters
rewriting screenplays.

Buck for coffee
and you go to work.

You sound like the
old dude from "Up."

Hey, Johnnie. Johnnie: Hi.

Anyone drop off this radio?

Nope. No. Alright. Thank you.

[ Cellphone chimes ]

♪♪

Damn it.

They're running
us all over town.

♪♪

Okay. So, like,
what's the point?

I mean, they haven't asked
for money or anything,

and if they really wanted
to screw with the police,

they could do a whole
lot more with that radio.

I don't know. We
got to figure out

which studio lot that is.

[ Police radio chatter ]

Must have been hard,
all those years

not knowing what
happened to your partner.

Yeah.

He wasn't just your
partner. You loved him.

What? Celina.

I'm sorry if I overstepped.
You're just so sad.

We met in intelligence.

Once he finished
undercover school,

we both ended up
in organized crime.

After-work beers
turned into dinners...

turned into... more.

No one we worked with knew.

It was a different time.

But... we had each other.

That was enough.

Then he was gone.

[ Car horns honking distantly ]

[ Police radio chatter ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

Seems a little upscale
for Macy's income bracket.

Seriously. I can't even
afford to park here.

[ Knock on door ]

Ms. Tomkins? It's
Officer Nolan.

We met at the bank earlier.

Security says she hasn't
left the building.

♪♪

Door's open.

♪♪

Police! We're coming in!

♪♪

She's dead.

♪♪

And we're sure the
money's not cursed?

♪♪

[ Camera shutter
clicks, zipper closes ]

[ Indistinct conversations ]

I scrubbed through the
lobby security footage,

and this guy stood out.

Came in about two hours
ago, stayed for 20 minutes,

and then left in a hurry.

Not much to go on. Does
it feel like Winslow?

I don't know. Could be.
I can't see his face.

St. Brendan medal.

Patron saint of sailors.

Winslow smuggled
drugs up the coast.

Spent half his life on a boat.

He wore a necklace just
like this 10 years ago.

Clasp is broken.

She probably ripped it off

as she was fighting
for her life.

We'll get that checked for DNA.

It's gonna come back
to Harris. I know it.

Okay. Let's say it does.

What's his
relationship with Macy?

If she lied to us in the bank
about where she got the money,

then it's safe to assume
she was covering for him.

Or she stole it from him.

Either way, when he found
out the money was flagged,

he panicked and burned the rest.

Then came here and killed her.

Macy's the key.

We need to tear her
life apart to find him.

[ Water splashing ]

Now, this is my kind of coffee.

Wait, wait, wait.

My favorite movie was shot
right here on this lot.

♪♪

Wait. Your favorite
coffee place.

Your favorite movie.

Whoever's doing this
knows you really well.

♪♪

Chen.

Who is Arthur Andrews?

Arthur Andrews
witnessed a murder

committed by one of
Elijah Stone's relatives.

And you represented
this relative

as a favor to Mr. Stone.
Is that right?

If by "favor," you mean
your client threatened

to hurt me if I
refused, then yeah.

Now, you could have questioned
Mr. Andrews in your office,

but you chose to
do it in his home.

Why?

That was more
convenient for him.

Or you were trying
to intimidate him

and you didn't
want any witnesses.

No. No.

I went there after
your client ordered me

to find a way to undermine
Mr. Andrews' credibility.

He said, "Either you make this
witness go away or Moreno will."

And for the record, Moreno is
one of Elijah Stone's enforcers

who is currently in prison,

awaiting trial on
several charges,

including the attempted
murder of police officers.

Alleged enforcer.

But what we know for a fact
is that you called in a tip

about an illegal firearm
in Mr. Andrews' home.

Yeah. And that tip
saved his life.

According to you, yes.

But your client, a
man accused of murder,

went free because you damaged
the reputation... [ Laughs ]

of the only witness against him.

[ Chuckles ] Yeah. No. It's
a good argument. It is.

And if I was on the
other side of that table,

I would be making it myself.

But it's B. S., and
you know it! Wes.

I know no such thing.

You just can't admit
that I'm outarguing you.

Yes, if you ignore the truth!

Wesley, let it go.

You never won an argument in
the five years we were together.

What makes you think now is
going to be any different?

Uh-huh.

Why... Why don't we
pick this up tomorrow?

Yeah. No. That's a great idea.

That's perfect. Of course.

[ Indistinct conversations,
telephones ringing ]

Hey. Wes. Hey. Hold up.

You can't let her
rattle you like that.

Yeah, sorry. Just lost focus.

Won't happen again.

Okay. Well, the facts
are on our side,

so just focus on that.

Yeah. Right.

I have to ask you this... how
did it end between you two?

Are you asking if I'm
still hung up on her?

Or she on you. I don't know.

I just need to know where
this thing could go.

Alright. Look. Monica and I
wanted very different lives.

Right out of law
school, she targeted

the most powerful law firms.

I rented a space next to
an aquarium-supply store.

Hm. It was never gonna work.

Just took us two years
to figure that out.

Okay.

Look, take the rest of the day,

but tomorrow, you come in
with your game face on, yeah?

Yeah.

Tim: Where's my radio?

Did something happen
to your radio?

Oh, you know what?
Halloween is tomorrow.

Maybe a vengeful spirit took it.

Why are you doing this?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Is holding my radio hostage
payback for how tough

I was on you as a rookie?

Were you? Gosh,
I hadn't noticed.

Okay. But again, I don't know
what you're talking about,

but I might be able to help
you look for your radio

if you tell me what's going on.

Nothing is going on with me.

Please. I rode with
you long enough

to know when you are being
you and when you're upset.

I mean, are you okay?

[ Indistinct conversations ]

It's nothing. I'm fine.

Then I don't know
where your radio is.

Lopez: You were right
about Macy's finances.

Forensics got into her
laptop and found this.

"SugarBeaus.com.
Opportunities await."

Lind: "Anastasia Kennedy."

Macy had a sugar daddy.

Daddies... plural.

Warrant's in process
of getting their names.

That explains how she paid
for the nice apartment.

You think that's
how she met Harris?

Maybe.

Let me get a look at pictures
as soon as you have a list.

After staring at his
face for the past decade,

I could spot that
guy from space.

♪ You know I want it ♪

[ Cellphone chimes ]

♪♪

♪ I want it all now ♪

[ Cellphone clicks ]

♪♪

I think we need more tombstones.

Uh, no, I think we're good.

[ Chuckles ]

♪♪

What's wrong?

The Reeds have declined
our dinner invitation.

What, first trick or
treating, now this?

What... These people really have
a problem with me being a cop?

That's not why
they're avoiding us.

Honey, did... did Jenny
say something to you?

♪♪

[ Sighs ] Her parents told
her it's not safe here

'cause you hang
out with criminals.

Criminals.

M-Meaning my... my friends
from the community center?

Lately at school,
Jenny's been repeating

stuff her parents say
about "those people."

And worse.

Okay. Which house is Jenny's?

I-I-I don't think
confronting them

is going to be constructive.

Oh, you can screw constructive.

Mom, it's okay. Just
'cause we live close by

doesn't mean we have
to hang out with her.

[ Sighs ]

Alright. Honey, I'm
sorry. I know...

I know Jenny was your friend.

Was.

I'm gonna go inside, okay?

Okay. But listen,
you can talk to us

about anything, right?

Okay.

[ Smooches, sniffs ] Hm.

♪♪

It's not right. It's not.

♪♪

Thirsty?

I'm fine.

Mm. I'm just saying...

130,000 is a lot of Scovilles.

You realize I've literally
been on fire before.

♪♪

[ Inhales deeply ]

♪♪

[ Grunts ] Mm! Mm! Hm!

Yes!

Bailey 22, Nolan 21.

I've made a terrible mistake.

I'm thinking a wedding in May.

We'll miss Mardi Gras, but
the weather will be nice,

and we'll have plenty of time
to get out save-the-dates.

You still have to win by 2.

I think you should quit
while you're behind.

[ Knocking on door ] Mm.

[ Knocking continues ]

[ Exhales deeply ]

I can't sleep. As soon
as I close my eyes,

all I could think
about is you warning me

how dangerous it is for me
to be on duty half asleep.

And I can't... I-I don't
know what else to do.

What do I do?

Uh... Hey, come here.

There is no training
that could prep you

for the amount of stress we
are put under day after day.

It'll take some time,
but your body will adapt.

Okay? Why don't you
go sit on the couch?

Okay. How about some tea?

Yeah. Okay.

Chamomile knocks me out.

So does music.

Uh, actually, valerian
root works better,

and don't play music.

That'll keep her up.
She wants white noise.

How is static gonna
help her get to sleep?

Not static. Science.

You want to bet, Professor?

Whoever can get Celina to
fall asleep first wins.

How is that even a contest?

Well, we take turns,
and if she falls asleep

on your turn, you win.

Yeah, but you can't
separate out the cause.

I mean, what if she gets
sleepy listening to white noise

but doesn't fall asleep
until she hears music?

Sounds like you're afraid
my way might be better.

I'm not afraid.

You sound afraid.

Okay. I see what you're
trying to do here.

I see you. Mm-hmm.

She's trying to...

[ Insects chirping ]

[ Quietly ] We'll
call it a tie.

Yeah.

[ Indistinct conversations,
mid-tempo music playing ]

♪♪

Hey.

♪♪

Hey.

Whiskey?

When did you start
drinking whiskey?

I went to Vegas for the
weekend, and when I came back,

my fiancée had cleared
her things out.

Mm.

Maybe she was mad that
you cheated on her.

Oh. Is that why
you took this case?

To get back at me?

Wow. The narcissism.

I did not miss that.

Oh, I'm the narcissist?

Wesley, you think it's your
mission to personally save

all the downtrodden
of Los Angeles.

Mm-hmm. Well, at least I'm
trying instead of selling

my soul for $800 an hour.

Okay. Some of us have
to work for a living.

I don't have a trust
fund to fall back on.

I didn't say don't make money.

I'm saying Elijah is dangerous.

I can handle him.

No, you can't.

He is a manipulator, and he
is always 10 steps ahead.

So whatever control you think
you have, that is an illusion.

And the second you
stop doing his bidding,

he will threaten
the people you love.

You'll live in terror,
and you will compromise

every principle you hold dear

until you don't even
recognize yourself.

♪♪

Principles always
were your thing.

Hi.

♪♪

Oh. Detective Lopez.

It's a pleasure to
finally meet you.

And you are?

♪♪

Oh, she doesn't
know. Uh, well, then,

I should definitely get going.

You two have some things
to, uh, talk about.

I'll see you at your
deposition tomorrow.

♪♪

Um, I'm gonna need
another one of these.

You're probably
gonna want one, too.

[ Clears throat ] Wesley?

It's not a big deal.
Um, I just found out

that she's the lawyer
representing Elijah

this morning. I was
gonna tell you at dinner.

♪♪

We, um, used to date.

♪♪

It was more than that.

We were engaged
for about a year.

But we were bad for each other,

and I blew it up by cheating
on her with a co-worker.

[ Glass thuds ]

So much for date night.

Good morning. Morning.

Thanks for letting me crash.

I, um... you know, I
felt right at home.

My parents would
bicker back and forth,

just like you guys.

It always put me right to sleep.

Oh, I don't know
that I would call

what Bailey and I do bickering.

More like... spirited debates.

Speaking of spirits, I was just
telling Bailey about my dream.

And here we go.

I dreamt Winslow was a
showgirl wearing a diamond bra.

We were dancing the tango, and
when I realized who he was,

he ran off.

And I tried to stop him,
but all of a sudden,

I was so thirsty,
like, I couldn't move.

And then I woke up.

So, what do you think it means?

Me? Are we... Are we are
we really doing this?

Well, the tango is
the forbidden dance.

So it could represent
doing something

you're not supposed to do.

Like drug trafficking or murder.

Okay. What about the diamonds?

Diamonds are hard
and unchanging.

Clearly, that means Winslow
hasn't changed his ways.

And you dreamed you were thirsty

because you think
he's near the water.

[ Snaps fingers ] Yes.

♪♪

Is this really how
you solve crimes?

I guess we'll find out.

♪♪

My neighbors are trash.

That is something the home
inspection does not tell you.

And I wouldn't care, but
now they're dragging Lila

into the middle of their
narrow-minded B. S.

I'm sorry.

Wesley used to be engaged
to Elijah's new attorney.

You're kidding.

No. And it ended because
he cheated on her.

Oh, I did not know
he had that in him.

Neither did I.

And now I'm pissed
because he never told me

I have to go sit across
from his ex in a deposition

where she's gonna do everything
she can to get under my skin.

Uh, maybe leave your gun here.

Maybe not.

I looked at every
sugar daddy Macy's had.

None of them are Harris.

Well, the DNA from the necklace
was a match to Winslow.

I've gone to bed every
night for the past 10 years

wondering, "Did I screw up?

Am I the reason my
partner got made?"

Look, you have only
ever been on the outside

of an undercover op.

I have lived for
years on the inside.

And trust me, what
happened wasn't your fault.

Guys, Celina had an
out-of-the-box idea

that we did our
due diligence on,

and I think it's worth pursuing.

From Macy's credit-card
statements, I mean,

you can tell she spent time
down in the marina district

during the last six months.

But none of her sugar daddy
clients are based there.

You think she was
meeting Winslow?

It makes sense. I mean, he
lived his life around boats.

Maybe he got back
into drug smuggling.

I'd have heard if he
got back in the game.

I mean, catching him
has been my obsession.

Well, then maybe he found
a legit job in the marina,

and that's where they
met and fell in love.

Love? How'd you get there?

I felt it.

Uh, but... but a-a
romantic relationship

would explain how Macy got
close enough to Winslow

to try to deposit that money.

And how he got into her
apartment to kill her.

Either way, the
marina is a big place,

and we are running out of time.

He could be getting
ready to sail to Mexico.

Well, Macy's credit card
had a bunch of charges

at parking meters near Pier 9.

Okay. I will call
the Port Police

and have them meet you there.

Let's go.

[ Sighs ] Detective Lopez.

I hope you and Wesley
had a lovely date night.

It was great. Thank you.

Let's dig in, shall we?

Mid-Wilshire station logs
shows your husband visited

a suspect in custody by
the name of Aiden Merritt.

If that's what's in the logs.

What's not in the logs is
the fact that the next day,

Merritt was found dead in
his cell at the Twin Towers.

He'd been shanked
by a fellow inmate.

Were you aware that your
husband represented this inmate

that killed Merritt?

I don't keep tabs on
my husband's clients.

I'd keep a close eye
on him if I were you.

I don't have to. I trust him.

Here's the thing...

Merritt's killer is
prepared to testify

that Wesley paid him
to commit the murder.

Lopez: That didn't happen.

How can you be certain?

Maybe you don't
know your husband

as well as you think you do. I
know my husband is not a killer.

Elijah is.

Let me tell you what
it looks like to me.

It looks like your husband
tried to coerce Merritt

into pointing the
finger at my client,

and when he refused, your
husband had him killed.

I've dealt with a lot of
shady lawyers in my day,

but you are next level.
Please. The personal attacks

are so unprofessional.
[ Laughs ] Okay.

It's... Unprofessional?

You're paying one of
Wesley's clients to give

false testimony. I did
nothing of the sort.

Then Elijah did.
It doesn't matter.

What matters is what
a jury will believe.

And the slipshod way you
ran this investigation

has provided ample
reasonable doubt.

Honestly, if Elijah goes free,
it will not be because of me,

it'll be because of you.

Okay. Let's just take
a break here, hmm?

Let's.

Great idea. You
and I should talk.

[ Folder closes ]

I get what you were
trying to do in there,

and that was clever,

but the fact of the matter
is, we caught your client

in a warehouse filled
with illegal narcotics.

My client was just as
shocked as the LAPD.

Elijah Stone is an upstanding
member of his community.

The only crime here is
that one of the people

he took under his wing
betrayed his trust,

exploiting my client's goodwill

to further their own
criminal endeavors.

Do you really expect anyone
to believe that Elijah Stone

was oblivious to a massive
drug-smuggling operation

going on right under his nose?

It won't matter.

Okay. We'll see about that.

Honestly...

the optics of your
case are a hot mess.

If you take this to trial,
I will drag the LAPD

and the DA's office
through five miles of mud.

You and your boss will be
lucky to survive the scandal

with your jobs.

So... do yourself a favor.

Walk away while you still can.

♪♪

Hey. Hi.

What the hell is
going on with Tim?

Well, he lost his radio.

I will give you his radio

if you tell me
what's bothering him.

Honestly, I don't know.

He won't tell me either.

What? Yeah.

Ready to roll?

Mm-hmm.

Hi. Good morning.

Morning.

Still missing your radio?

No. It's in the shop.

Dispatcher: 7-Adam-100,
officers on event.

7-99 are calling
for a supervisor.

♪♪

Copy. Show me en route.

Where is your standard issue?

This is it.

That hasn't been
standard since the '60s.

Let's roll, Thorsen.

Well, wait. Let me get a
photo of you with it first.

[ Window whirring, door closes ]

♪♪

[ Echoing ] 7-Adam-100, can
I get a radio check, please?

[ Static crackles ]

7-Adam-100, do you copy?

♪♪

♪♪

Where's the guard?

Harper said he'd meet us here.

God, this place is
massive. I mean,

Harris could be anywhere.

Or he could be
casting off right now.

♪♪

♪♪

[ Grunts ] Let's
split up. Go that way.

♪♪

Wesley: I was a different
person back then.

I was trying to follow in
my father's footsteps...

The white-shoe law firm,
events at the country club,

Christmas in Mustique.

[ Sighs ] And I was miserable.

This wasn't about
Monica or her co-worker.

It was a selfish and stupid
way to blow up a life

that was making me unhappy.

But I would never cheat on you.

I know, 'cause
you're afraid of me.

Because I'm in love with you.

[ Knock on door ]

Hey.

Uh... we're dropping
the case against Elijah.

What? You can't be serious.

I'm afraid I am. There's
just too much risk

in trying to take
this thing to trial.

I put my family in danger
going after this guy.

Look, I get it's upsetting,

but we're just playing the
hand that you dealt us.

So you're just
gonna let him walk?

It became clear after
these depositions

that this case is a loser.

Look, take a few days, you know,

get your head on right.

We'll talk about what's
next for you here.

♪♪

♪♪

♪♪

[ Exhales deeply ]

♪♪

Winslow!

♪♪

Police! Show us your hands!

[ Gunshots ]

♪♪

7-Adam-15. Shots fired
at 221 Whaling Way.

Suspect is fugitive
Winslow Harris...

Latino male, black
shirt, dark jeans.

Armed with a handgun.
Requesting airship and backup.

You got no move here,
Winslow! It's over!

Nolan: You okay?
Celina: I'm good.

Move. Move.

♪♪

You're finally gonna
pay for what you did.

You could just walk away.

That the deal you
gave Macy Tomkins?

[ Sighs ] That wasn't
supposed to happen.

She wasn't supposed to
find out! We were happy!

Tell it to her family.

Tell it to the
family of my partner

and the people who loved him.

Winslow: You won't believe me,
but I'm-a tell you this anyway.

The night at that deal...

the gun went off. It just...

It went off in my hand.

I didn't know he was a cop!

None of that matters now.

♪♪

There are no second
chances, are there?

Not for you.

But I'm living one right now.

♪♪

Nolan: Drop the
gun. Do it now.

♪♪

[ Grunts ]

[ Gun clatters ]

♪♪

[ Groans ] You're under arrest

for the murders
of Macy Tomkins...

and Robert Buckley.

♪♪

So, how'd the debrief go?

To be honest, I checked out
after the words "Winslow Harris"

and "consecutive
life sentences."

I can't tell you
what it means to me,

knowing his killer
is behind bars,

what it means to
finally have answers

about those last moments.

Thank you.

Oh, it was our pleasure.

♪ It's okay if we
lose track of time ♪

Hey, happy Halloween. You
got any plans tonight?

Or should I just assume
you're gonna be inside,

hiding with the lights out?

I don't hide.

I leave a bowl of
candy on the porch.

Oh. Hey.

Um... here.

I thought torturing
you would be more fun,

and getting your mind off

of whatever's been
bothering you.

But I should know better
than trying to get

into your personal business.

♪♪

Good night.

Good night.

♪♪

Ashley and I, uh, broke up.

♪♪

Well, I guess technically,
she broke up with me.

♪♪

I'm sorry. Thanks.

Look, and just so you
know, I-I did appreciate

your whole radio
gag... a little.

♪♪

It took my mind off things.

Well, good.

♪♪

Lucy. Ready to go?

Uh, yeah. D... Uh, do
you want to join us?

We're gonna go
grab a bite to eat.

Oh, no, no. I'm good.

I'm g... I'm... I'm
beat. [ Chuckles ]

You two have fun.

Mediterranean sound good?

Yeah. That sounds great.

♪♪

♪♪

[ Children shouting "Trick
or treat" in distance ]

Sweetie, I know that
trick-or-treating

with your parents isn't cool,

but I happen to think that
our outfits are amazing.

They are.

And I'm actually having
fun with you guys.

Are you, now? [ Chuckles ]

Oh, my God. Someone
TP'ed Jenny's house.

Constructive, huh?

[ Sucks teeth ]

Trick or treat.

[ Chuckles ]

Bye! Happy Halloween!
Girl: What'd you get?

You just have to admit
I wear it better.

Yeah, you wear
everything better.

No one's arguing that.

I didn't agree to compete
over this. [ Knock on door ]

Both: Hey!

Happy Halloween!

Oh, that is a brilliant
costume, young man.

You too, slightly older man.

I don't see many Philly fans
this side of the, uh, Rockies.

You from there?

Uh, Foxburg, actually. Just
moved here a few years ago.

God, you look remarkably
like that fella from CNN.

What's his name?

Jake Tapper.

No, that's not it.

Yeah, it is.

Here. You guys
want some candy?

Thank the nice people.

Thank you. Roger that.

Have a great night.

See you, guys! You too!

Celina: Hey, yo, hey, yo.

Hey!

Can I, uh, sleep over again?

I don't know that
that's a great idea.

Didn't you say quality
sleep is important

for good police work?

Yeah, but I don't
sound like that, do I?

And you want your rookie
to do good police work.

Obviously.

Great. Come on in. You
can sleep here tonight.

I will get the chamomile.

Okay. But this
is the last time.

Mm-hmm. And didn't we
agree that valerian root

was better for sleep?

Chamomile is easier
on the stomach.

Where did you hear that?

[ Exhales deeply ]

♪♪

Wesley Evers, attorney at law.

♪♪

I told you.

I always win.

♪♪

Oh, you really
think this is over?

Are you kidding? You
messed up my case so bad

that no one's gonna
want to touch me.

I figure I got a
two-year free pass.

You know, coming after me
before then would be unseemly,

given how compromised you
and your LAPD buddies look.

I wouldn't count on that.

Well, I think I'm
pretty untouchable.

♪♪

I have some business to
take care of, but, uh...

I'll be seeing you, Counselor.

[ Engine starts ]

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