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Are you thinking of hurting yourself?

Every day.

I hate what I've become.

I don't know,

- I don't know, I don't know. - Alert Crisis Response.

I have a caller, says his name is John.

Probably not his real name. He's considering self-harm.

Do you have his location?

Pinging his cell towers now.

I'll have an RA unit standing by.

John,

I want you to know that I'm here for you, okay?

You're not alone.

I know. That's the problem.

I didn't want to take her this time.

I wasn't going to, but she looked so sweet, so lost.

Who is she?

She said her name was Jayna.

I'm afraid I'm going to do something terrible.

This isn't a suicide, it's a kidnapping.

- What? - He's got somebody else with him,

a possible minor named Jayna. I can hear her

screaming through a gag.

No. I think she's

a really good person.

- I got his location. - Okay, keep him talking.

John, tell me about Jayna.

All units, code three.

Respond to 121 Blythe Avenue.

We have a possible hostage situation.

Unknown male suspect, to be considered armed and dangerous.

727-L-30 en route.

I thought I could save her,

but they don't want to be saved.

They don't, do they, Maddie?

Everybody wants to be saved.

I think that you do, too, and that's why you called me.

I know I'm never going to make it to heaven,

but maybe I should send her there.

Okay, just stay with me.

Listen to the sound of my voice.

Okay? I'm here with you.

We're gonna get through this.

You, me and Jayna.

I know you're tracing this call.

- I'm not. - You're lying.

The police are coming.

- I know they are. - No.

The police go to where I tell them to,

and...

if you let Jayna go,

I will make sure they never find you.

I don't believe you. You think I'm a monster.

No. I don't.

I understand you.

How could you?

Because I know what it's like...

...to want nothing more than to keep a child safe...

...but knowing that it was me who was the danger.

What did you do?

I ran.

I ran away from everything.

So that's what I'm telling you to do now, okay?

727-L-30, how close are you?

Three blocks out. Killing my sirens.

Just run.

Run away and I will make sure

that the police never find you.

I wasn't a monster.

Neither are you.

- What about Jayna? - I'll take care of her.

I promise.

And you won't send the police after me?

I gave you my word.

Uh, dispatch,

there's nobody here.

You're sure you're at 121 Blythe Ave?

I'm sure.

Did you search the location?

There's nothing to search.

It's a vacant lot.

You lied to me.

You said you wouldn't send the police. You lied.

- He's watching them. - PD, be advised,

suspect may have eyes on you.

You were wrong, Maddie.

I am a monster.

Hey, John, please, please listen to me.

No. I'm done listening.

It's creepy, right? I mean, it's one thing to get

a friend request from your old boss, that's fine, but Gerrard?

Every picture on his profile

he's holding up a fish he caught.

Check this out.

Wait, he requested you, too?

Ten miles from my parents' house.

Prime zip code in El Paso. What do you think?

Uh, it's-it's kind of run down, isn't it?

It's all I can afford.

Well, may-maybe you should keep on looking.

It's a fixer-upper. I'll fix it up.

I don't know. Renovation is a gamble.

I binged Property Brothers.

People always run into problems with the subflooring.

I already put a down payment.

W-Wait, so this-this is really happening.

Well, yeah. Of course.

Uh, did you talk to Cap yet?

No. And...

please, do not say a thing to anyone.

Okay? I want to get my ducks in a row

- before I give him my notice. - I mean,

this is a pretty big duck. What else is there?

I already signed a new one-year lease on my place here.

If I don't find someone to sublet,

I'll be bleeding cash, which is what

I'm gonna have to live with because I do not

want to be parenting on FaceTime.

I need to be there.

So-so, we get your place sublet.

It can't be that hard.

I can help.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

You know, we-we get this deal done together.

One-two punch, like the Property Brothers.

Yeah.

Thanks, man.

Ugh. I do not know what I'm gonna do without you.

Hey there, pal.

Got you.

Dispatch, building is well-involved

on the Bravo-Charlie side.

Requesting additional RA task force and Animal Services.

I got 28 still inside.

Buck, Eddie, search and rescue. Grab the rotary saw.

Dogs are in two rooms.

Once you reach the main kennel, head down the hall

- to the quarantine room. - Copy that.

Hey, hey, I got one right here.

Okay, buddy.

Here you go, I got you, I got you.

Yeah, we're in.

Come here, big guy.

There we go.

I got you.

Right over here.

Come on, buddy. There we go.

Good boy. Good boy. Good boy. Good boy.

Hey, hey.

It's okay, buddy. I got you.

It's o-- Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey!

- We got a runner. - Buck!

Hey, hey, buddy. Hey, hey, come on, where you going?

No, no, no, no! Come on, come on.

Here, boy. Come on.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

- You seeing any smoke inhalation? - I see wagging tails.

I set up blow-by oxygen,

but I think you pulled 'em all out in time.

Where's Buck?

Went after a stray.

There you are.

Come on, buddy. You're okay.

Buck, what's the status in there?

The roof's going!

Then you should be, too.

Okay.

See?

I'm just a regular guy.

Buck, do you copy?

Come on, Buck.

Here he comes.

You good?

Yeah. Yeah.

Gave us a scare, boy.

Sorry, guys.

She was talking to the dog.

Thank you so much. We'll take him from here.

Okay, buddy, you're gonna go with them now, okay?

Good boy.

All right.

- Hey, where's he going? - El Segundo.

Our sister shelter's pitching in, time being.

- W-- Uh, a-and then what? - Same as usual.

Pray he finds a home.

Thank you for arranging this, especially because

I know what I'm about to say in there might sound crazy.

Well, the one thing cops are used to hearing

is crazy.

So, tell me about this missing persons detective.

Oh, Detective Amber Braeburn.

I only know her by reputation, but she's a bloodhound.

Tough, blunt and she doesn't suffer fools.

Okay, you're not making me less nervous.

Oh, no, we're in great hands.

She has found more missing kids than anyone

in the past 15 years,

and she was the first one in her department

to put her hand up when I said

that this might be more than a hoax.

- Sergeant Grant. - Oh, Detective Braeburn.

Amber. I've heard the legend of Athena Grant for years.

It's an honor to finally meet you.

Likewise. And this is Maddie Han,

the dispatcher who took the call.

Then it's an honor to meet you, too.

You are very good at what you do.

- Oh, you listened to the call? - On repeat.

The way you connected with the kidnapper,

gained his trust-- masterful.

Gained it and then lost it.

I made one very big mistake.

I lied to him.

You listen to me. I've traced your phone

and dispatched police to your address.

If you touch that girl, I swear, you will pay the price.

I knew you couldn't help me.

That you'd judge me. There's no point.

I'm sorry, Holly. I'm so sor--

And you're positive that's the same voice?

I have no doubts at all.

Except that call came into L.A. dispatch ten years ago.

The police responded to the address and it was abandoned.

Holly Martinez.

She was found five days later

in Griffith Park.

I remember. Near the merry-go-round.

No signs of S.A. or torture, just killed and dumped.

Two calls in ten years. I mean,

if he is what we're all thinking he is,

that's, uh, a pretty long cooling off period.

Yeah, I had that thought, too, so I checked a Reddit page

for dispatchers, asked if anyone had ever had

a similar call from a weepy voice.

And?

A dispatcher in Portland.

Three years ago, from a spoofed number.

Said he kidnapped someone named Angie.

Angie Bixby was found

dumped in the woods one week later.

A week after he placed the 911 call.

I don't think he wants to be doing what he's doing.

Or, at least, some part of him doesn't.

Maybe that's why he keeps them around so long.

He's trying not to kill them.

So you think Jayna could still be alive?

I have to believe that.

No Jaynas have been reported missing locally.

Not locally.

Jayna Whitlock was last seen at a bus stop

in Bakersfield nine days ago.

You're gonna put me out of a job.

No. It can't be this easy.

What?

Richard Bullock.

Frequent flier and registered sex offender.

He lives at a transient hotel

right by the downtown bus station.

Now, I've connected him

to three other runaways who have gone missing.

And the hotel was the last known address for all of them.

I have been after this guy for a long time.

I don't know.

Maybe I just want it to be him.

Well, it sounds like we may need

to haul his ass in for questioning.

I agree. Unfortunately, I can't.

Wait-- Why not?

Because I've gone after this guy so many times

and come up empty-handed,

he filed a complaint against me with the city.

Now I can no longer go near him without

hard evidence or it's considered harassment.

Someone else is gonna have to talk to him.

Well, I've never been above a little harassment.

All right, what do you think?

Uh, looks flowery.

"Take over my lease" flowery or

"sorry your mom died" flowery?

First one.

Okay.

- Hey, here we go. You got this. - Here we go.

- Hi. - Hi.

- I'm Eddie. - Kayla.

So, water and Internet are included?

Plenty of driveway parking, too.

- Yeah, for if you have any friends over. - That won't be necessary.

- No car? - No friends.

I love that arched doorway.

There's even room for the piano, hon.

- You play? - She does. I just listen.

Just don't put it in that corner.

Uh, floor is a little squishy.

Well, it's all

about the community for us.

Yeah, totally.

Uh, there's plenty of kids

his age around here.

Top elementary school just down the street.

And there's a playground within walking distance.

- Yeah. We're in a big monkey bars phase right now. - What?!

Me too, dude.

Okay.

How's the kitchen?

Oh, the kitchen. It's, uh, this way.

- You're gonna love it. - Yup. Great natural light.

Uh, not a chef's kitchen,

that's for sure, but it will get the job done.

What-what did you say you do for work?

I'm a chef.

I like that it's a straight shot to LAX.

I travel a lot for work.

Oh, that-that's great. You know, if we listen

right now, we might even hear a plane overhead.

Wait, it's on the flight path?

Not on it.

- Under it. - So, are you

friendly with your neighbors?

I know almost all of them.

Or, at least, you-you thought

you did, right?

Wait, what does that mean?

Yeah, there was just this one neighbor, Jim.

But he lived at the very end of the street, so--

O-Okay, so get this. We respond to a fire at this guy's house.

We're firefighters.

The guy is running a meth lab out of his garage.

He's head of the neighborhood association.

- How crazy is that, right? - Very.

I don't think this is gonna work.

Say bye. I know. Come on, Teddy.

- If it helps, I can-I can repaint. - Oh, no, it doesn't.

All right, let's go.

- All right. Thank you. - Okay, bye.

- for... I mean... - Man,

I-I really thought we had her.

What are you doing?

What, uh, what do you mean?

You've been sabotaging every one of the showings.

S-Sabotage?

Meth Lab Jim?

Oh, come on, it's-it's a fun story.

It shows the neighborhood has character.

It's about to have one less. You're leaving.

What? No, come on. I'm gonna help.

Nah, just go, please.

I can handle this myself.

Hey. Come on in.

Hi there.

I'm Nick. This is my wife Kelly.

Welcome.

- So what's wrong with it? - Wrong?

Oh, I think what my husband meant was

it's such a great house, why would you want to sublet it?

I'm moving to Texas.

Job opportunity?

Uh, family.

Los Angeles was actually the job opportunity.

Uh, but no ties here.

Everything that matters is in Texas.

Here, let me show you guys to the kitchen.

Yeah, you're so cute.

Hey, I know that pooch.

Oh, still smells like smoke.

What's he doing here?

Buck rescued him.

- I know. I was there. - No, from the shelter.

You adopted him?

- Buck is now a proud dog daddy. - Really?

- Uh, yeah. You sound surprised. - No. You just...

you didn't mention you were thinking about it.

What, I have to run everything by you now?

Well, you could've run it by me.

Especially if you're gonna be bringing him in here.

Aw, come on, Cap, look at him. Plus, every firehouse

- needs a dog. - Yeah, if that were

a Dalmatian and this were the early-1900s, maybe.

Why did firehouses all have Dalmatians?

They calmed the horses that pulled the rigs.

- Well, then this dog will calm Buck. - Exactly.

This is my new best friend. Isn't that right, Blaze?

- Isn't that right? - Blaze?

Yeah, Blaze.

On account of how we met.

- Ah. - A-And, cap, I won't bring him every day.

I just don't want to leave him alone right now.

Don't want him to think I'm an abandoner.

I thought your landlord didn't allow you pets.

- He doesn't. - Well, isn't that gonna be a problem?

If it is, I'll move.

You're gonna move? For a dog?

Yes, Eddie. I'll move.

Okay.

You're not the only one who can do that, you know.

Okay, are we missing something here?

You're moving?

Yeah. I... wasn't really ready

to say anything yet, but

now's a good a time as any, I guess.

Cap, I need to put in my notice.

- Wh-What? - No.

I'm moving back to Texas.

The only reason Christopher's there is because of me.

And he's thriving.

I don't want to just yank him out of that environment.

I need to be there to raise my son.

Of course you do.

Yeah.

It's the right move. I understand.

You're a good father, and we are all gonna miss you here.

We are.

- Yeah. - Thanks. Oh, and it's

more like three weeks rather than two.

I still need to sublet my place here.

Whatever you need.

Okay, this feels like a weight off of me.

Thanks, Buck.

Richard Bullock, you in there?

Richard, open up. LAPD.

Richie don't live here no more.

You know where he is now?

I hope he's rotting in hell, and you can go there, too.

Go away! I don't talk to pigs!

What if I could give you something

that you really wanted?

Like what?

Payback.

Come in.

Can I get you a coffee, Officer?

As long as you don't poison it. And Athena's fine.

I'm Isabelle.

So how long's he been gone?

Richie?

Ugh... I kicked him out

almost two weeks ago.

What happened?

I caught him hitting on some girls that were hanging out

down the hallway, and they looked about 15,

so that was the final straw.

When's the last time you heard from him?

Uh... He called crying a couple times over the weekend,

crying, begging me to take him back.

- But I blocked his ass. - Thank you.

Crying?

Oh, yeah. Full-on sobs like a little bitch.

Used to make me feel sorry for him,

and now I just think it's pathetic.

You have any of that on voicemail?

What's this about, Athena?

Do you recognize this girl?

Maybe you've seen her around the motel?

No. Maybe? I don't know.

I mean, so many kids come in and out of here, and I work nights.

You think that perv took up with this sweet-looking girl?

I think he may have done worse than that.

She disappeared ten days ago.

What, you think he kidnapped her?

Worse?

We need to find him, Isabelle.

So, if you know where he is,

I need you to tell me right now.

Moving in, Dispatch.

Got any RAs standing by?

Two on Branford Street.

If you need more, you let me know.

Let's hope I don't need to.

- Breach, breach. - Move, move.

- Go, go, go. - Police! - Police!

LAPD! Richard Bullock, show yourself.

LAPD!

Clear. Hold.

Clear.

Get behind.

Clear.

Looks like he was in a hurry.

Check it out.

Didn't finish his lunch. He forgot his meds.

Maybe the ex-girlfriend tipped him off we were coming?

Maybe.

I got something!

Blood.

Jayna's blood.

It's her wallet.

Dispatch, let everybody know that the scene is secure.

Officers are safe.

Bullock got away.

And it looks like he took Jayna with him.

Maddie?

Is that you?

- Yes. - Oh, thank goodness.

- It's him. - It took four tries.

I know that your name is Richard.

I wanted you to know I-I tried my best, Maddie.

I really tried.

I kept her alive longer than the others.

Did you hurt her?

Not yet, but I don't think I can wait any longer.

Looks like his GPS is currently

at 1504 St. George.

Uh, single residence.

Foreclosed on a year ago.

Address is probably spoofed, but--

No, I'm sending everybody anyway.

All available units, code three.

1504 St. George, roll silent.

Richard, keep talking to me.

We got all the time in the world.

You think I'm going to fall for that again?

I know you talked to Isabelle.

She's a drug addict. You know that?

What lies did she tell you--

the same lies you told me?

Okay, how far is the closest unit to that address?

Twelve minutes. If it's even the right address.

That's a big if.

You're all she's got now, Maddie.

Richard?

You're sending the police, aren't you?

Yes.

But we both know they're not gonna find anything

- when they get there. - They might find something.

Look, I-I'm not lying to you anymore.

I did before, and I'm sorry if I hurt you.

You did. And I called you for help.

I believed in you.

I showed you my pain and you betrayed me.

And I never wanted to add to your pain.

All right? I only wanted to do the same thing you wanted:

t-to save Jayna.

The last time that we spoke,

you said that you didn't want to hurt her.

Did you know, that even with your jugular cut,

it can take ten minutes to bleed out

from having your throat slashed?

It's pretty awful.

I don't want her to go through that.

No, of course you don't.

Can you imagine your daughter going through that?

Jee-Yun?

No.

- No, I can't. - I have a gun

this time.

It'll be quick, painless.

Shh, shh.

Everything's gonna be okay.

Wait...

Hey, wait. Richard, listen to me.

What else am I supposed to do?

Look, y-you told me

that you wanted to find a way out of this.

That you wanted to make it stop,

and I-and I've been thinking a lot about that.

I think I can help you make it stop.

How? I can't go to prison.

No, of course not. I'm not talking about prison.

There's only one way to end all the pain.

How?

You know how.

The answer is right there in your hand.

It'll be quick and painless.

Why would you tell me to do something like that?

You said I wasn't a monster.

I don't think that you are,

I think a part of you is, but...

there's another side to you, a good man,

who doesn't want to hurt anybody,

and that's the-- that's the part that called me.

But it's a sin. If I do that,

I won't get into heaven.

God will understand.

You have to brave now, okay? Y-You have to...

slay the monster.

Do it for Jayna.

For all the other girls that will come after.

Quick and painless. Just like you said.

- I can't do it. - You can do it, Richard.

No more tears.

Just peace.

Slay the monster, Richard.

Richard, are you there?

Richard, say something!

Maddie.

Athena?

LAPD's on scene.

And Bullock?

He's down.

Gunshot.

Looks self-inflicted.

What about Jayna?

I'll let you know.

Officer.

It's okay. It's okay, Jayna.

You're okay.

You're safe now.

You're safe.

I want my mom!

Come on.

Dispatch, I have Jayna Whitlock.

And she's alive.

RA unit already en route.

They could have stopped him.

They didn't have to.

Because you did.

What-- what did I just do?

What you always do.

Saved a life.

Okay. Yeah. Thanks for the update.

They're still checking Jayna out at the hospital,

but the doctors didn't find any serious injuries.

Wow. So...

- ...Bullock never hurt her? - Not physically, anyway.

Thank God for that.

The emotional wounds will take time to heal from,

but she will.

This is the best-case scenario we could have

- hoped for, Maddie. - Maybe.

I'm supposed to be a lifeline for people on those calls.

Instead, I convinced him...

If I just kept him talking for two more minutes,

you would have come through the door.

Except there was no reason for you to think

that I'd be coming through that door.

He spoofed every other call.

- So why not this time? - Maybe for the same reasons

that he kept calling 911.

He wanted to be stopped.

This was going to be the end for him, either way.

I know he wasn't a good guy.

But the despair in his voice-- it was raw.

It was so real, and...

I'm not ever gonna get his voice out of my head.

Show her.

Um, we aren't sharing this with the public, but

there's something you should see.

We found a waterproof pouch

in Richard Bullock's toilet tank after the raid.

Inside it were trophies.

A school ID from Holly Martinez.

A driver's license belonging to Angie Bixby.

The girl from Portland.

And we don't know who the hair belonged to

or the key chain,

but we've got Forensics working on it right now.

So, there were other victims.

You helped stop a monster, Maddie.

Because of you,

no lost child will ever have to suffer at his hands again.

Go home, Maddie.

Hug your little girl tight.

Pour yourself a nice, big Scotch.

Yeah, high five. Yeah.

Good boy, Blaze. You got it, you take it.

Who knew you'd be so smart?

Teaching him everything you know?

Well, he knows how to stay.

Unlike some people.

You got something you want to say to me, Buck?

No. Not really.

So, you only like to speak up when Cap's around.

Is that it?

You only like to speak up behind my back.

I heard what you said to those renters, Eddie.

Wh... What are you talking about?

"L.A. was the job opportunity.

"I don't have any ties here.

Everything that matters is in Texas."

Your words, right?

Oh, my God.

You were spying on me.

I wasn't spying on you.

And you know what? I-It's all good.

I don't need you, either.

'Cause I got Blaze. Yes, I do.

Hey, hey! Blaze!

Blaze! Hey, hey, hey!

Bingo, come here.

Bingo!

It's really you.

I missed you so much, boy.

I-I've been calling him Blaze.

That suits him, too.

He got spooked by our neighbor popping off fireworks.

Squeezed out of the yard.

We see a lot of animals get separated

from their families due to fireworks.

How did you know to find him here?

We've been checking pretty much every shelter this side of town.

Including the one that burned down.

They recognized him,

told us which one he'd been transferred to,

but you beat us to the punch.

He's very lucky to have people who love him so much.

We do.

Hey, would it be okay if, uh...

he said goodbye to him?

Sure.

Uh, thank you. Uh...

Uh, h-hey, boy.

Guess this is it.

I-I know we didn't have much time together,

but I will never forget you.

And you don't go running off

on your people anymore, okay? 'Cause...

...you have no idea how hard it is on them.

Uh, sir, you--

- you need to clear out. - Absolutely.

Glad you got your dog back.

118, let's go.

In a second.

Hey--

Now is not the time, okay?

I have an appointment to show the house. Guy's gonna be here

- in a couple seconds, so I-- - Well, this'll just

take a minute, I promise.

Wow.

It really is always about you, isn't it?

L-Look, I know that's what this seems like.

"Not what it seems like." That's what you turn it into.

Every single time.

I was trying to be supportive, okay?

I-I really was.

And you succeeded, up to a point.

I didn't mean to out you in front of Cap

and everyone else.

Oh, you absolutely did.

You got mad, so you acted out like you always do.

But you want to know something, Buck?

If you need to be pissed off at me

to make it easier for you,

- then be pissed off. - I'm not pissed off.

- Oh, okay. - No, hey, okay, I was.

I don't know, man, I--

I guess I-I'm just-- I'm having more trouble

dealing with the idea of you not being around than I...

I like to admit.

I don't like it any more than you do.

But if you're gonna make this about me

having to choose between you or my son...

- you're gonna lose every time. - No, come on,

of-of course, t-that's not even a question.

He's here.

- You should just go. - I-I promise

not to sabotage this one.

Scout's honor.

His name is Freddy.

Okay, great. Freddy.

Okay.

Hey--

- Hey-o! - Hey!

- What is happening right now? - What is happening

- is we're taking you out. - For what?

To celebrate. It's a going-away dinner. It's a 118 tradition.

Yeah, so, put on your drinking shoes,

'cause we've got the best designated driver

in the business.

Reservation's in 20 minutes. We got to hustle.

Look, guys, I'm sorry, I can't right now.

I have a potential subletter coming in a couple minutes.

- You still haven't told him? - Told me what?

Well, uh, not to

make it all about me, but...

...it's me.

I'm your renter.

I replied to your listing using a fake name.

- You're Freddy? - Yep.

I am Freddy Fakeman.

- Freddy Fakeman? - Freddy Fakeman!

Hey, how'd you let that one sneak by you?

It's more obvious when you say it out loud, okay?

But what about your loft?

Eh, it's not my loft anymore.

Gave 'em my notice this morning.

And now you don't need to worry.

- You really did that for me? - Yeah.

Yeah, you and Christopher.

I-I do have a couple conditions, though.

Let's hear 'em.

I'm gonna need you to look the other way

when it comes to my credit score.

- Okay, what else? - And, well,

I, uh, I might want to adopt another pet

- down the line. - Yeah, well, you did

really bond with that dog in about ten seconds.

It's kind of what I do.

Hey, man, I'm sorry you had to give him back.

Oh, no. Hey, I'm not.

Listen, w-when Blaze jumped into her arms,

I wasn't sad. I was happy.

'Cause he was going back to where he belongs.

And that's why I'm happy for you.

'Cause you're going back to where you belong.

With Christopher.

You two should just hug this out.

Yeah.

All right, wheels up.

Eddie, don't forget your wallet.

Wait, why?

'Cause you're buying.

My own goodbye dinner?

It's a 118 tradition.

- Let me get my jacket. - Yeah.

Hey, what do you think about knocking out this wall?

Keep walking, Buckley.

"Where were you?",

asked Benji's daddy.

"I got lost," muttered Benji.

"First, I saw a pack of triceratops,

"and then I was chased

"by a velociraptor.

"But I remembered what you said

and followed the sunset all the way home."

The end.

Hey. Wherever you go,

I promise to protect you.

I love you, Mama.

I love you.

Hey there. You're early.

I want to hear about Eddie's dinner.

But first you need to kiss your kid good night.

I didn't want to do this.

I swear. But you made me do it.

You made me do this!

Didn't you?

You made me do this.

You're gonna be so mad at me.

Good girl. Good girl.