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- Previously on "The Rookie"...

- How's it going with Rodge? - Long distance is challenging.

But his European tour ends next week.

Is this your cell phone?

As soon as you have something.

Rita Sanchez. This is Bradley Wirth.

We work with the Democratic Party,

and we want you to run for district attorney.

- If you're not in 100%... - I'm in.

Now you are in the spotlight, and you will stay there

until I find a way to hang these murders around your neck

and lock you away forever.

I'm not moving to D.C.

- John! - I know.

I can't tear my life apart.

Why are you blowing it all up like this?

I'm trying to save our marriage.

I didn't realize it was in jeopardy.

Bailey.

I really don't see how candles and crystals are

going to improve my love life.

Rose quartz will open your heart chakra

and treat your emotional wounds.

Also, I'm picking up a black tourmaline crystal

to protect Rodge on his journey home.

- Oh. Tour's finally over? - Yes.

And I'm looking forward to a little, mmm, you know.

Is there a crystal for straight-up getting laid?

I mean, there are some pretty frisky gemstones,

and mostly a crystal store is just

a very calm and healing place.

I paid you $500 for love spells that didn't work!

With that attitude, I'm not surprised.

Negativity is toxic.

Give me my money back, or I'm gonna slap

the taste out of your mouth.

Sir, let's dial it back.

Try it, and I'll curse ya.

Go ahead, you crazy witch!

Melltith arnoch chi!

You okay?

Yeah. Yeah. It's nothing.

All right, come on, buddy. I'm a cop.

I'm telling you it's time to go.

Sir, she stole $500 from me.

Come on.

- Hey, uh, remember eight weeks ago

when I bought the perfect Valentine's Day gift for Tim?

Oh, you mean eight weeks ago when

I started my morning commute?

Seriously, how is it possible that LA traffic

keeps getting worse?

I don't know.

Blame car culture or inadequate mass transit.

Hey, but let's focus back on the baseball autographed

by Fernando Valenzuela that I bought Tim, and which I hid

so well and now cannot find.

- How is that possible? I don't know.

I think... I think I rehid it after a few tequilas.

What do I do?

I feel like he probably got me something amazing.

- Hey, can I call you back? Sure.

I will just be here, ripping up the floorboards.

I will still be in traffic.

- Hey. - Hey, sis.

- I need your help. - Let me guess.

You forgot to buy Lucy a Valentine's Day present.

No.

I ordered one months ago...

that full Korean skincare line that she loves.

That's amazing.

- What's the problem? - It never came.

And they're not responding to my emails,

so I need a last-minute present.

What about jewelry?

That's so cliché.

I wanted to get her something special.

- You're cute, but women really love...

- Hey. Hey!

- Good morning. Hmm.

- Coffee? Thank you.

Happy... happy Valentine's Day.

Happy Valentine's Day.

- Hey, we're not doing presents right now though, right?

We're doing it... we're doing it tonight, right?

- No, no. Yeah, tonight. Yeah.

- After the fundraiser. Oh, yeah. Okay, good, good.

- You are gonna love what I got you.

Oh. Same.

What happened to your face?

Oh, an accident.

Yesterday at a crystal shop, although Celina thinks

it's "the curse."

But I don't believe in that kind of thing.

Oh.

Ow!

Oh!

- Who's the idiot that deployed pepper spray?

Officer Penn, sir.

Ow!

Something about a curse?

Enough said.

By the way, I can't believe you volunteered

to host Wesley's fundraiser.

- Oh, yeah, well, Bailey's on shift

the whole week at the firehouse.

We're going through a bit of a rough patch.

I thought, why not mask my Valentine's misery

with a hundred wealthy strangers

and a dozen middle-class friends?

Smart.

I'm assuming the move to D.C. is causing the strife?

- Yeah, and I've been trying to come up with a solution that

would make both of us happy.

But, you know, marriage is about compromise.

Not always.

Sometimes it's about one person making

a sacrifice for the other.

I did it when Dominique was born, and I chose to stay home.

But now that I'm back to work,

Wade is clearly having a hard time

with the time commitment of my new career.

I never see her.

It's like I'm a bachelor without the fun

of being single.

- I was hoping you would tell me it wasn't so bad.

- Hey, I love my wife, and I support her,

just like you support Bailey.

100%.

- But do I like falling asleep every night

waiting for her to come home from work?

Or canceling plans because she caught an extra shift?

No, I do not.

Still, she's happy.

If she's happy, then I'm happy.

- Sounds like it. Yeah.

- I'm happy. Yes, sir.

Thank you for your perspective, sir.

What about a watch for Tim's present?

Uh, well, does Tim need a watch?

No.

But he didn't need a signed baseball, either.

It was instinct.

You know, I mean, I saw the curse coming,

and I just, like, hid...

Behind Miles.

I know, I know.

My job is to run towards danger,

not use my partner for cover.

I mean, how can I say I'm fit to be a cop

when I'm clearly a coward?

You... Celina, you are not a coward.

And curses, they're not real.

So just, you know, cut yourself a little bit of slack, okay?

I think he's gonna be okay.

Sir, I need to search you.

Is there anything sharp in your pockets that could stick me?

Nope.

Be careful of the spiders.

Ah, ah, ah!

Ah, what the hell? What's wrong with you, man?

I like spiders.

Okay, uh, sir, any more surprises in your pockets?

- No, just the spiders. - Okay.

We'll finish this search at the station.

Jump in. Watch your head.

- You okay? - Yeah.

Yeah, just having one of those days.

No need to think it's confirmation of the curse.

Weird stuff happens all the time on the job.

Oh, 100%.

But maybe you should take an Uber back to the station,

just for my safety.

Call it in.

Glasser murdered ten people.

They all deserve serve justice.

Look, I agree, but we both live in the real world,

where our first priority is taking

the strongest case to trial, the one we know we can win.

Okay, so you're just dumping Remy Darden?

No. No.

But for now I have to hold back

on prosecuting Glasser for Remy's murder.

Look, the DNA buffet that Glasser created

to contaminate his killing floor

ruined any chance of using forensic evidence.

Now, if you could've identified him in the basement, then...

Yeah, but I couldn't, and neither of us thinks that

- I should have lied about that. - Of course not.

But it makes the path to conviction more difficult,

which is why I need to be mercenary

in only prosecuting Glasser for what I can prove to a jury.

Well, have you told his dad yet?

Because if he calls you as much as he calls me to check in...

Look, I haven't, but I will right after the deposition.

Is there anything I should be thinking of going in?

Given the obstacles, the DNA issues,

the other serial killer, the patsy that Glasser used,

you need to be perfect.

Great.

No pressure.

You know, putting out fires is our job.

I'm gonna have to report you for a union violation.

So any idea who set the swan on fire?

Nope.

Witnesses say the swan was floating alone

on a lake when it ignited.

They never saw anyone aboard.

Gasoline and laundry detergent.

Which is basically napalm.

This was set by a pro using a mechanism

to delay the ignition.

Here it is.

You place a lit cigarette between the coils,

cover the boat in napalm, and set it out on the lake.

The arsonist has about five minutes to clear it.

You wanna know what makes this even more interesting?

Our first call this morning was a fire

at the Siegfried Dry Cleaners,

with a coil that looked just like this.

Swan and Siegfried.

That... it cannot just be a coincidence.

I'm not seeing the connection.

Ah, the story of "Swan Lake."

The lovers were Odette and Siegfried.

What?

We have culture in Texas.

So we're looking for a serial arsonist who loves the ballet.

Um, why don't you see if you can get the security camera

footage from the boathouse and see if anybody has

a video on their cell phone?

Yes, sir.

Well.

Happy Valentine's Day?

I guess that depends on your definition of "happy."

Right.

Why don't I, uh, meet you at the station

and lend my arson expertise to your investigation?

Sounds good.

Hey, I'm almost home.

I'm just a flight and a layover and a flight away.

Yay!

Maybe we could have dinner tomorrow?

I mean, if... if you're not too tired

and if you don't mind having a meal with a coward.

- Are you kidding? The whole reason I booked this

"Planes, Trains, and Automobiles"-ass return trip

is so I could get back to you as quickly as possible.

Translation, estoy tan emocianada de verte.

Aww.

Well, then hurry up and get your ass back here.

Yes, ma'am. See you soon.

Goodbye.

See?

Clearly the curse did not get on you.

Please help! Help! Wait, no, no, no!

I need help!

Whoa.

Are you all right?

A witch, she put a curse on me.

Oh, my God!

I was there.

What happened to you?

It all started this morning when I slipped in the shower,

and I chipped my tooth.

I took a ceiling fan to the head

when it spun off the mount.

I was chased for three blocks by a pack of stray dogs.

I lost my wallet, my phone.

Please, I need to get this curse taken off me.

Even if she did put a curse on you,

it's not technically a crime.

You should go tell the owner you're sorry.

Beg for forgiveness.

I mean, even offer her money, anything

to get her to reverse it.

- And the sooner, the better. - Okay, okay.

Thank you. Thank you. Yes!

Bless you.

Whoa!

You okay?

Yeah.

Uh, yeah.

It's just... it's just a guy was hit by a truck earlier,

and it happened, like, right in front of us.

That's terrible.

He'd been cursed.

Never mind.

But I saw it with my own eyes yesterday

at this crystal shop I go to.

- No judgment. - Pssh. None given.

I spend way too many hours looking at the lizards

at my local pet store.

- We all got our hobbies. - Right. Yeah.

Well, the thing is, I... well, I was there

when the curse happened, and I hid behind Miles

so it wouldn't get on me.

And now Miles has had a run of bad luck,

and this guy is dead, and I'm worried that

Miles is next and it's my fault.

I mean, I should have jumped in front of the bullet.

I mean, the curse. Whatever.

The point is, my cowardice put my roommate in jeopardy.

You've gotten two commendations for bravery

the last 18 months.

No one can call you a coward.

Well, yeah, that's true, but...

how do you know that?

Oh, um, I...

I looked you up after our last case together.

Not in a creepy way. I just...

um, hey, I heard there's some kind

of big party going on tonight. Are you going to that?

Oh, uh, it's... it's a fundraiser

- for Wesley's campaign. - Oh.

No, no, you should... you should totally come.

Yeah, you know, just like, donate 20 bucks or something.

- You want me to? - Yeah.

- It'll be fun. - Okay.

- Yeah. - All right, great.

Uh, looking forward to it.

Okay. I'll see you.

- Oh, man. - Hey.

Oh, no, no, no. What happened?

Oh, suspect had a pocket full of spiders.

Turns out I'm allergic, but I slammed some Benadryl.

Okay, no, Miles, we have to go back to the crystal shop

and get the curse reversed.

- What? No, I can't. - No, no, no.

Miles, the guy she aimed it at is dead.

Got hit by a truck this morning.

Okay, that's crazy.

I really can't go right now.

Just gotta power through it.

Detective Harper, you claim you were attacked

in the Westview basement.

I did not claim.

I was attacked.

And did you see this person's face?

No.

Well, I appreciate the fact that you've been honest

about that from the start, but it means that

you ultimately decided my client

was the attacker based on what?

- A feeling? - No. Other factors.

My 15-plus years as a police officer, his physicality...

His physicality?

Aren't there millions of people in LA County

with the same approximate height and weight?

Asked and answered.

Detective Harper could not

definitively identify Liam Glasser.

Well, I'm simply establishing that Detective Harper

jumped to conclusions about my client's involvement

without any evidence.

That's a big swing.

Do you wanna lay foundation for that assertion,

or should we just strike that now?

Detective Harper, on the day that you first met my client

at the Mid-Wilshire station, did you subsequently follow him

to his truck for a conversation at approximately 5:30 p.m.?

I did.

And what was the nature of your conversation

with Mr. Glasser?

I told him that I thought he was involved

in the Westview murders.

What specific and articulable facts

landed you at that conclusion?

I did not have any evidence at this time.

So you just decided to find a way to frame my client?

I resent that allegation.

Did you tell my client, quote,

"I will find a way to hang these murders

around your neck and lock you away forever," unquote?

May I remind you that you're under oath?

I'm aware.

Yes, I did say that, but I didn't...

Let the record show Detective Harper

answered in the affirmative.

"Find a way."

Wait till the jury hears that.

Good news.

I got Harris to cover the back half of my shift

so I can spend Valentine's night with you.

And if we're too tired to work things out,

we can have satisfying yet emotionally complicated sex.

Uh, tempting.

Not saying no, but we would have to do it

in front of the hundred or so mostly strangers

who are invading our house tonight.

- Wesley's fundraiser. - Right.

I forgot.

I'm ready for my first Arson 101 lesson.

Oh, you don't look good.

Oh, it looks a lot worse than what it really is.

Although the, uh, spider bites itch pretty bad.

Okay. Okay.

Well, in a fire investigation, we look for seven things.

Do you have any idea what those are?

What kind of accelerant they use, the fuse to light it,

and, uh...

all right, all right, um, five other things.

Point of origins, burn patterns, fire behavior,

- forced entry, missing items. - Correct.

And when I put those factors through the arson database,

Arnold McKenna's name popped out.

Arnold's been a firestarter for the last 20 years,

in and out of prison, including a stint that

was two years ago last August.

So what's his motive?

Other than really liking fires.

Revenge, mostly.

He burned down the home of a former employer,

a carpet cleaner that stiffed him,

and the car of an ex-girlfriend that he claimed cheated on him.

So what, the swan did him wrong somehow?

What's going on?

Yeah, there seems to be a disconnect.

The whole Valentine's Day element...

I mean, has he set thematic fires before?

No, I mean, it would be new for Arnold.

All right. Well, let's go get him.

Uh, how about you do that solo

and let me give some medical attention to Miles?

Yeah. Okay.

How's the present hunt going?

Oh, badly.

You can't still be in the car.

No.

I am back in the car after a day

of wrangling 17 hormonal preteens

in an unairconditioned classroom.

Oh, my gosh.

Okay, um, so I'll try and be quick.

Um, I remember Tim talking about this book

that he used to read over and over again.

It was... it was his escape when things were bad.

It was a sci-fi book, right?

Yes. Do you remember the title?

I wanna get him a copy of it for Valentine's Day.

Sorry, I don't.

But I can picture the cover.

It was this buff guy with a girl with ridiculous breasts,

and they were fighting a tentacle creature.

I think it took place on the moon.

Okay. Thank you.

I can definitely work with that.

Yeah. No. No, no. That... that's not gonna work.

I need the full line, the cleanser,

serum, toner, all of it.

No, I didn't wait to buy a gift.

I ordered it from Korea, and it didn't...

okay, you know what?

Can you transfer me to the jewelry department, please?

Yeah, thank you.

I didn't do it.

Every time there's a fire in this city,

you always drag me in here.

Well, it wasn't me.

So just give me the details,

I'll give you my rock-solid alibi,

and I can get on with my day.

Where were you this morning?

Home. Alone.

So much for rock-solid.

You weren't near Echo Park Lake?

A swan boat was set on fire.

Nope.

What about at 6:00 a.m.?

There was a fire at Siegfried Dry Cleaners.

"Swan Lake"... cute. But it wasn't me.

I hate the ballet.

But you love a 1.7 to 0.3 ratio

of gasoline to laundry detergent

to create your accelerant, with a, uh,

soupçon of orange juice concentrate

to make it nice and sticky.

It's not like I patented that or anything.

No, but you might have taught it to someone

who's doing a little bit of Valentine's Day fire starting.

Give us a minute.

- Hey. - What's going on?

LAFD just put out a fire at the Romeo Bakery,

and they found a half-burned mosquito coil at the scene.

Well, it couldn't have been Arnold.

Which means he definitely has a protégé out there.

I'll get a court order to tap his phone.

Whoever his student is, Arnold might

reach out and give him an "attaboy."

We should definitely be putting eyes

on everything and anything Juliet-adjacent.

- Mr. Darden, how do you feel about the prosecutor's office

declining to charge Liam Glasser with the murder

of your son, Remy?

What?

We have a source that says

the district attorney's office dropped the charges.

No, no, that's not right.

No, Glasser killed my son.

I was promised.

Wesley Evers promised me that Glasser would pay...

I was gonna call him first thing this afternoon,

but the deposition ran long.

Gabriel Darden should not be hearing this from a reporter.

Somebody leaked it.

My bet's on Vivian.

She sees you coming up in the polls,

she's looking to take your legs out.

By destroying a grieving father?

She's a cold-blooded predator.

That's the reason you're running in the first place,

to bring empathy back to the DA's office.

We need to put out a statement.

I'll send you a draft in 20.

So what's the damage from my deposition?

Honestly, pretty catastrophic.

If I call you as a witness to trial,

Malcolm will have free reign to impeach your testimony.

He will paint you as a crooked cop to the jury.

I never, not once, stepped out of line

on that case with regard to evidence.

Yeah, but you let your emotions get the better of you.

I just... I wanted to wipe that smirk off his face.

Okay.

I screwed up.

But Angela can testify.

She... she was there for most of it.

She's not the lead detective.

And she's my wife.

Which is just another way that the defense will highlight

the "prejudice" against Glasser.

Plus, if I don't call you,

Malcolm will likely add you to his list.

He'll put you up there as a hostile witness.

It's a mess.

And, unfortunately, Nyla, it gets worse.

As an officer of the court, I have no choice

but to report your conduct with Glasser

to Internal Affairs.

If I don't make the call to IA, Malcolm will,

and then I get disbarred for covering it up.

I missed this.

Huh?

You, me, out, laughing about our nonsense.

Me too.

Hey, I've been thinking.

How would you feel if we designate

one night a week as date night?

That way, no matter how busy we each get, it's on our calendar.

Oh.

And why is this funny?

I'm just... I am just appreciating the role reversal.

For two decades, I wanted you to have

a more predictable schedule.

And so now the shoe is on the other foot,

and I'm completely empathetic, but I'm also a little amused.

Touché.

- Hey, stranger. - Hey.

You look like you could use a drink.

That obvious?

Tim might have mentioned trouble on the home front.

You need a shoulder to cry on.

- I owe you. - Oh, no, you don't.

I mean, I appreciate the offer, but, uh,

we're working it through. I think.

I'm here. I'm here.

Oh, God, they really packed it in here.

I could barely get in our front door.

- Hi. - Hi.

- Wow, you look beautiful. - Oh.

So do you.

Thanks.

Happy Valentine's Day.

Oh, I didn't get... I thought we weren't doing presents.

I'm gonna go scope out the dessert table.

Thank you for the beer.

"Good for a lifetime of cohabitation with Bailey Nune.

Till death do us part."

I don't... I don't get it.

I'm not going to D.C.

I'll call Russ in the morning, and I'll tell him.

What?

You have always been there for me, John.

Through secret husbands, impetuous behavior,

and emotional minefields.

And over the last few days, I realized

how hard it must have been for you to tell me no about D.C.

And I also realized, instead of listening,

I took your head off and ran away from the conversation.

You are the love of my life, John.

I don't wanna be anywhere you're not.

I feel the same way.

When were you gonna tell me you're going after Harper?

Who now is not coming, by the way.

Okay, I'm not going after her.

I have a legal obligation.

Which you didn't feel when I threatened

to kill Elijah in his kitchen.

That was a sanctioned sting operation.

There's no gray area here, Angela.

I'm trying very hard, very hard, not to blame Nyla

because she is our friend.

But I might actually lose this trial because of what she did.

Liam Glasser might walk free.

So take a moment, consider who you're mad at right now

and whether that's deserved.

You two are so cute.

Love the passion.

Well, we are very passionate about justice.

I'm not having a good time with this campaign.

Join the club.

I can't wait any longer.

No, look, I'm all for being adventurous,

but this might cross a line.

Get your mind out of the gutter.

I wanna give you your gift.

Oh.

Wow. Okay.

I really hope it's the right one.

You said how much this meant to you.

I tried to find you a new one, but they're out of print.

- I can't... is this signed? - Yeah.

The librarian who helped me find it

knows the author, who lives in LA,

and he was just so thrilled that the book

meant so much to someone.

Do you... do you like it?

Do... I love it.

No, I love you.

It's incredible.

I get mine now?

I'm sorry.

I'll be right back.

Okay.

Excuse me.

I need her for a minute.

I was having a connection.

You can do better.

She found it!

- Cool. - You knew?

Yeah, she needed help remembering the title.

It's signed?

- That's amazing. - I'm sorry.

You knew she was gonna give me the most thoughtful gift ever,

and you didn't say anything?

You... you told me to buy jewelry.

- I got earrings. - Did she like them?

I didn't give them to her, not after this.

It's not a competition to see who can get the best gift.

Okay, you know what? It is now.

I'm gonna see if I can plan a trip to Paris

in the next ten minutes.

If she asks where I am, just cover for me.

- You made it. - You kidding?

A pretty girl ask you out to a party, you don't say no.

You buy a suit and some pricey cologne.

Wow, you, uh... you look beautiful.

Aw, thank you.

Oh, whoa. No, sorry.

- Sorry, that's not... I... - Celina.

What? Hi. Oh!

I thought you weren't supposed to land until tomorrow.

Well, I forgot that you gain a day when you're coming back,

and I'm nine hours off.

And, uh... am I interrupting something?

- Yeah. - Of course not.

I do... what? You asked me out.

No, I did not.

No, I said you should...

you should come, that it would be fun.

And, well, I'm now realizing that could be misinterpreted.

But it wasn't my intention to you.

Sorry, I'm too jet lagged to follow this.

Do I have anything to worry about?

- You do not. - Great.

- Yeah. - I'm gonna get a drink.

Why don't you guys, uh, come find me after you work it out?

Yeah. Uh-huh.

Gilmar, um, I am so sorry.

Sorry. Excuse me.

Thank you.

Thank you for coming.

Now, I joined the DA's office because I believe

that everyone, regardless of their means,

their race, or their social status, deserves justice.

Liar!

What about my son?

Hands behind your back.

Excuse us.

This is a nightmare.

You acted in self-defense, protected your wife...

who didn't need protecting, by the way,

but I love that you did it.

I assaulted a grieving father.

We need to make a statement.

No, you are blowing up the internet.

Getting praise across the political spectrum.

Hell, Joe Rogan called you an American hero.

Oh, this is Rogan's people.

I'm trying to get you on the podcast today.

Hey, thanks for calling me back.

This is breaking my brain.

The people that usually hate progressives

are suddenly my demographic?

Whatever it takes.

We're in this to win it.

So you need to find a way to be a badass

- and a saint at the same time. - Mm.

Sounds perfect.

These are beautiful.

You opened them.

Well, yeah.

We kind of got lost in all of the excitement from last night,

and I happened to find myself looking through your pockets.

And I... I love them.

Okay. Good.

But just know it is a second-choice gift.

I mean, I bought you every item of that overpriced

South Korean face stuff you love,

but it didn't ship in time.

And then you got me the most thoughtful present

in recorded history, and I'm so sorry that

it's not a better gift.

- Are you kidding? - Yeah.

They match my necklace.

These are incredible, okay?

Thank you.

You know, I actually bought you a different gift first too.

Oh, yeah, yeah, the Fernando Valenzuela baseball

hidden behind the washing machine?

You found it, and you didn't tell me?

I didn't want you getting mad at me for criticizing

- your hiding spot. - What?

A greenhorn in the Academy would have

found that in, like, six seconds.

But I love you.

Her name is Mandy Fisk.

She did six months for arson last year.

Arnold McKenna called her last night at 9:34.

You sure you're all right?

Yes, sir.

Elevator door caught me good as I was leaving this morning,

but I just need to walk it off.

Hi.

Can I help you?

You sure can.

Why don't you invite us in, and I'll tell you how?

Clear the couch. Carefully.

What's this about?

Why don't you have a seat, and I'll try to explain?

LAPD has been monitoring a phone

that belongs to Arnold McKenna.

He called you last night? 9:34?

Oh, that's who that was.

I heard static on the line, so I hung up.

The call lasted for three minutes.

Over the last 36 hours, several fires have been started

that match Arnold's MO.

However, they've got a bit of a romantic streak

that really doesn't fit Arnold's temperament.

Yeah, he's more of a revenge guy.

Look, Arnold's a creep.

We were in the same halfway house when I got out of prison.

He took a shine to me, kept boasting

about how powerful he was, thinking it was gonna

help him get in my pants.

Wouldn't listen when I told him that I don't like boys.

For real, he was obsessed, and I him to get lost.

But not before you stole his special method

- for starting fires. - No!

That's what the phone call was about last night.

Someone is using his formula and setting fires,

but it isn't me, and I told him that.

It's not just you.

You have a partner.

- You're wrong. - Come on. "Swan Lake"?

"Romeo and Juliet"?

You're flirting with someone through fire.

It's a call and response.

So who is your other half?

No one.

Baby, you gotta see this.

The Juliet Cake Shop went up like a torch.

Check out this video on my phone.

Mm.

And I'd love to see it.

Perhaps I'll take a look while Officer Penn

puts you both in cuffs and read you your rights.

Watch your head.

Hi. Thank you.

Thank you so much for coming in.

I wanna make this clear right up front.

My client does not accept any legal liability

for events that have occurred since her argument

with Greg Clark two days ago.

Oh, no, I'm not trying to arrest Rhiannon for anything.

I want her to remove the curse off my friend Miles.

To promise any kind of restorative action

could be taken as an admission of guilt.

No, please, listen, it's... it's my fault, okay?

I should have protected him.

And I know you're... you're a good person

who wouldn't want her abilities to harm an innocent man.

Not that they have or will.

All right, this conversation is over.

No, no! Okay, please, I'll pay.

Call it a charitable donation.

I'll sign whatever waiver you want.

- A thousand dollars. - Cash.

Done.

Yeah, I... I will send it after my shift.

I'm sorry.

- It's not your fault. - Mm.

Wesley was just doing his job.

- Have you heard from IA yet? - No.

They'll need to review all the facts before bringing me in.

But it would probably be best for us

to keep things purely professional

until this is all over.

Yeah, I guess so.

I set all the fires.

Sally had nothing to do with it.

Mandy, don't.

Look, given we have her confessing

to setting one of the fires and we have it on video,

that's not gonna stick.

Please. I talked her into it.

She's not even really a firebug.

She... she's just in love with me, and I took advantage.

She doesn't deserve to go to prison.

She lit the fires, Mandy.

I can't just let her go.

Look, you can always try your luck with the DA's office.

Look, I'm not judging you. It's your money.

But if this Rhiannon woman truly believed

in her mystical powers, she wouldn't be jacking you up

for a thousand bucks just to clean up

her spray-and-pray method of cursing.

Yeah, totally, but I have to save Miles.

Then I'm taking my crystal business elsewhere.

Yeah.

Oh, my...

Sir. Sir.

Hey, are you okay?

Is he okay?

This entrance is what's cursed.

Oh, my God.

God.

Hey, let me... let me talk to Nolan.

I'm sure he'll let us take Miles for a few hours

- to get this curse removed. - Thank you.

I'm afraid to wait any longer to get this done.

What happened?

Oh, my God.

There was an explosion in the sally port.

Jeez.

Oh, careful, careful.

You got a huge piece of glass in your arm.

- Oh. - No, no, no.

Leave it. Leave it, leave it.

We gotta get you a tourniquet first.

Right, right. Yeah. Okay.

We have to help everyone.

I need to find Miles. I... I need to find Miles.

First, go to the kit room. Grab all the respirators.

Yeah.

Ugh. Jeez.

Help.

Oh.

I'm here. I'm right here.

Help!

I'm coming!

Miles!

We need help!

Somebody help!

We need help!

Come on.

Nyla! Nyla, are you okay?

Yeah, I'm okay.

Okay.

- There's masks in the box. - Okay.

- I'm gonna go back there. - Okay.

Hey, you okay? You okay?

Hang on.

You ready?

One, two, three!

- I'll get the masks. - I'll get the keys.

Here.

Can you walk?

Come on.

Make your way out.

Help!

- Help us! - Help! I need hands!

- Keys! - Got it.

Help!

Help.

Tim?

Bradford.

Bradford!

Bradford, let's go! Come on.

Put this on.

Come on. Get up.

We can't stay here.

I'm not leaving them behind.

Hey! Over here.

It's jammed. We need this open.

Miles!

I got you, buddy.

Hi.

Uh, I'm checking on a patient.

Uh, Mandy Fisk.

She was burned in that fire.

Arnold McKenna, you're under arrest

for use of a weapon of mass destruction

and attempted murder times a thousand.

And just so you know, Mandy and her girlfriend

are gonna make it, but you're gonna go to prison

for the rest of your life.

Get him out of here.

Hey. Hey!

Oh!

I thought I'd lost you.

Thanks for the save.

Mm. It's what we do.

Although it would be so great if we never

had to survive a fire again.

Tell me about it.

Look who I found out in the lobby.

James should be landing any minute.

We had to talk each other down on the way over here.

Thanks.

I know you said we should keep it purely professional,

but how about we start that tomorrow?

Come here.

- Hey. - How's he doing?

Oh, he's okay.

Concussion, lots of blunt force trauma,

bruising, some second-degree burns,

but it could've been a lot worse.

But it wasn't, because you saved him.

It was my fault he was in danger in the first place.

Okay.

Regardless, that's taken care of now too.

I gave Rhiannon the thousand dollars to lift the curse.

She promised it's effective right away.

Oh, my God!

I will pay you back.

Oh, please.

I sold so much merch on my tour, I'm loaded.

Are you, uh, huggable?

Gently.

Well, I have a newfound respect for firefighters.

And you in general, as if I needed that.

And I have an even greater respect

for your stubborn-headed bravery.

But next time, leave the fire rescue to the professionals.

We dress for it.

Yes, dear.

You should go to D.C.

- John... - No, listen, I... I mean it.

We are strong enough to navigate the separation.

And you really want it.

I took it personally.

And it never about us.

You think I'll get bored of this in a year

and chase a new challenge back home.

I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about.

Mm.

Damn it.