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Morning.

You weren't kidding when you said we were riding in style.

- Don't get too excited. - Comfort?

It's not a word used to describe military transports.

The good news is, is that the hop

between Vegas and Los Angeles takes about an hour or so.

That's fine.

With Bailey in DC, there's not a lot to rush home to.

Well, you know, my first wife,

she used to say that distance, that's just a test to see

how far love will travel.

- That's poetic. - Yeah, I know.

Of the three of them, she was my favorite.

Everett give you any grief after I left the takedown?

No.

For a master of the universe/merchant of death,

he's been pretty circumspect about the possibility

of life without parole.

Here they come.

Marshal wilcox?

Yes, sir.

FBI supervisory special agent Matthew garza.

This is John Nolan from the LAPD.

- Kip wilcox. - We appreciate the ride.

I'm gonna need to check out the aircraft

before we start the transfer.

Lead the way.

Captain will Larsen.

Copilot, kristine Chapman.

- Any weapons on board? - No, sir.

We stripped down to the bare essentials like you asked.

- What about Wi-Fi? - That, we have.

I'm gonna need both of you to secure your weapons

before the flight.

I'll lock them away and start the pre-flight checklist.

I can't imagine military aircraft is standard fare

- for the marshal service. - Well, it's not.

But this isn't a standard transport.

Toxic mold at the local super Max forced

the marshal service to transfer most of its inmates

to other facilities.

Today, I am moving the worst of the worst to California.

Why is he filming?

It's just for internal training purposes.

Don't worry. We'll scrub you out.

Bring 'em!

Dominic bozac, otherwise known as fracture

for reasons you can imagine.

He was an enforcer for Croatian organized crime.

Killed at least a dozen

and hasn't said a word in over a decade.

Geraldine Gage... five years ago, a piece of rebar

went through her skull in a car accident,

destroyed the part of her brain that handles self-control.

She went from a churchgoing good girl

to a monster with literally zero self-impulse-control.

Turns out little miss Gage had been repressing

a hell of a lot of violent tendencies.

Darren Fletcher, the infamous captain cannibal

who was the host of a popular children's program

until the neighbor's golden retriever dug up

a foot in Fletcher's backyard.

Oren majok, south Sudanese national,

led a crew of bank robbers who blew up

an armored car, killing five.

Extended his murderous streak in prison,

where he killed one inmate and blinded one guard.

Now show me yours.

Heath Everett. No cute nicknames.

Born into generational wealth.

He played soldier long enough to make

all the right connections to launch

a private military force.

And he sold his mercenary services

to the worst countries on earth,

where he and they have been accused of multiple war crimes.

Well, I'm assuming there's no caviar service on this flight?

Sorry.

Your caviar days are long behind you.

Don't be so sure about that.

All right, let's get this moving.

Hold on. We're waiting on one more.

You weren't the only last-minute caller.

Escaped prisoner out of California,

got nabbed last night trying to Rob a gas station...

Oscar something.

Son of a bitch.

Oscar hut chin son.

Well, damn.

I don't know who looks worse in this moment, John...

me for getting pinched during a two-bit robbery

or you for losing me in the first place.

Hey, so I think we should stop taking kojo

to daycare because he wants us to stay here

and have a dog Walker.

He wants a dog Walker. He's fancy.

Really? He told you that?

Yeah, I mean, with his eyes.

- With his eyes? - Yeah.

- He can't stay home. - Why?

None of our things will be safe.

He ate my last PlayStation.

He knows how to get your attention.

What?

Genny said, "I'm sorry."

For what?

Mom.

Hey.

Hey, Timmy.

It's so good to see you.

Yeah.

I thought you were staying with genny.

I was, but she was worried that you'd feel left out

- 'cause I never stay with you. - Yeah.

That was so sweet.

It sure was.

- She's so wonderful. - My mom.

- Hi. - Hi.

Who are you?

Hi. I'm Lucy chen.

It's so nice to meet you, Mrs. Bradford.

Are you one of Tim's coworkers?

Yeah, among other things.

I'm sorry... Lucy and I are... we're dating.

Ok.

That's nice.

Yeah.

I'm gonna go get my luggage.

Your luggage, yeah.

You didn't tell your mom about me?

You know we're not close.

I... I told you that.

I don't talk to my parents at all,

but I drop them a line when I move in with someone.

I was gonna tell her.

I just haven't gotten around to it yet.

We started seeing each other three years ago, Tim.

Yeah, but then we broke up,

so I just didn't want to upset her.

Mom, let me help you with that.

Thank you.

Yep.

Ok. Thank you.

How'd it go?

I don't know anything, but the hearing was very serious,

and I feel like the punishment will be too.

Again, I'm truly sorry I had to report you.

It's fine.

I screwed up, Wesley, not you.

The threat that I made against Liam glasser was inappropriate.

And if my words lead to his acquittal

and he hurts someone else, then it doesn't matter

what ia does to me.

I don't know if I can live with myself.

Well, I've got the perfect activity to help distract you.

I don't think anything could...

Oscar hut chin son was caught in Vegas.

He's being remanded back to la on Nolan's task force flight.

- Hey, I wanted to tell her. - Sorry.

I just felt like I needed the win more than you.

Fine.

But only because you're the one Oscar stabbed.

We're going to meet them at lax and take the worst person

- in the world back to prison. - Love it.

But first, let's get some popcorn.

It's just you call her every other weekend, you know?

Just how...

how did I not come up?

We don't talk about personal things.

Like, at all?

Does she know that you and Isabel got divorced?

Yes.

But?

I mean, look,

she's a little sketchy on some of the details.

Well, which ones?

The... the drug addiction?

The getting fired?

The... the cheating on you?

The years-long disappearance?

That little thing where she, your wife,

got shot in the head?

Yeah, all of those.

What?

Tim, how...

yeah, go ahead.

Yes, sir.

Where are you?

Running a little late.

What's up?

Garza's bringing our latest task force arrest

back on a military transport.

Should land in 90 minutes at lax.

I need whatever assets you can spare

to help the feds cover the security from there

to the federal courthouse.

You worried someone might try to set him free?

It's on my mind.

The man has his own army.

A lot different than a commercial flight.

Yeah, well, military pilots don't have to worry

about customer satisfaction.

What's the matter, John?

Not a fan of roller coasters?

Don't sulk.

Force a guy to dig his own grave one time,

and he holds it against you forever.

Try making someone eat their own eyeball.

I've never cared for eyeballs,

but maybe I never found the right recipe.

Hey, bigfoot, where do you land on munching eyeballs?

I think he likes you, John.

I don't blame him.

You're dreamy.

I wish you could choke me for a minute while...

everybody shut up.

Now.

Better yet, choke that guy into a coma.

I know you.

I doubt it.

We've never met.

But you and your army killed family members of mine in Juba,

left their bodies to rot in the sun.

The devil is waiting for you.

I just pray I'm the one who sends you to see him.

All right.

It's all hands on deck.

Everett's private military is rumored to have broken

two kingpins out of jail.

We'll have to assume they'll pull out all the stops

- to rescue the boss. - Great.

Well, I'll just supervise all of mid-Wilshire

while you play action hero.

Well, I think what she means is,

we're happy to help any way we can.

I know what she means.

Hey.

I know we're not allowed to drink on the job,

but Oscar going back to prison, that calls for champagne.

No, that calls for fireworks and marching bands.

I'll get Wesley on it.

Did I sense a little tension with Tim?

His mom showed up on our doorstep this morning...

his mom, who I have never met.

His mom who clearly didn't even know I existed.

- What? That's... - I know. - No, no.

- But seriously, that's... - I know.

And somehow she seemed to have no idea that Tim got divorced

because his ex-wife was a full-blown drug addict

at the time and disappeared from his life

for a full year while they were still married.

I mean, we have established his poor communication skills.

Yeah, but this isn't the same as playing things

close to the vest, you know?

How do you keep all of those things a secret

from your family?

I mean, my mom knows a very curated version

of my life, but that's insane.

Curated?

When you got photographed on that hijacked bus,

you bought every copy of the "la times"

within five miles of her house, and you interrupted

her Internet service.

That's different. Ok?

I don't want her to worry.

Maybe Tim was saving you from her.

Is his mom a nightmare like Nolan's was?

No.

At least not that he's told me.

Then again, clearly, honesty and mom aren't exactly

going hand in hand right now, so... call Lopez.

They're bffs.

That's such a good idea.

What's up?

Hey.

How... what do you know about Tim's mom?

Not much. I met her maybe twice.

Why?

Well, Tim didn't tell her about Lucy.

Like, anything about her or why he and Isabel split up.

What? That's weird.

- What? - Yeah, I know.

Why?

I... I don't know.

I mean, he won't give me a straight answer.

I'm tempted to call her myself.

No, no, no, that's a bad idea.

Never get between a man and his mother.

I tried that with Donovan and his mom,

and we almost got divorced.

Wait, I thought you did get divorced.

Yeah, but not because of that.

Family drama is always thorny.

But what we all know is, empires will rise and fall

in the time it takes Tim to handle it.

If you don't want to be explaining

to your kids why grandma doesn't know their names,

I say you talk to her.

Don't listen to them, Lucy.

They live to meddle.

And all of your lives are better for it.

7-Adam-300, I have an in-progress

reckless driving near your 20.

I gotta go.

Control, you got any more details for us?

From multiple rps, it appears that

he's only making left turns.

I'm sorry, left turns?

Affirmative.

I traced his route, and it's all lefts.

Ok.

Where exactly is he now?

You sure about this?

Ye of little faith.

What?

Ok.

Driver, shut off the engine.

Get out of the car.

Put your hands up.

Center yourself on the vehicle right here.

That's good.

You can stop right there.

Ok.

- Steal the car? - No.

I just bought it.

Really? You look 12.

That's ageist. I'm 18.

I just have a baby face.

Ok, well, I'm assuming that your baby face

doesn't have a license since you seem

to only be able to turn left.

I have a learner's permit, but I haven't actually

taken a driving lesson yet.

But you bought a $200,000 lambo?

Cash money, hot thing.

Sorry, I'm nervous.

Driving was super stressful.

And now two pretty cops are chatting me up.

Am I in, like, actual trouble?

Yeah. Your body cam wasn't on.

Thanks.

So what's the deal with you and officer hunk?

Well, we go way back.

I keep trying to get away from him,

and fate keeps bringing us back together.

I don't believe in fate.

But then again, as someone with zero self-control,

it's hard to believe the universe is

anything but random like me.

I'm bored!

Did you really eat someone?

Parts of multiple someones.

I bit someone's tongue off once.

Terrible kisser.

But all I tasted was blood.

Problem?

Just made a slight course change.

It's probably nothing, but I'm gonna check it out anyway.

What's going on?

I don't know. Chapman just passed out.

We need to put down asap.

Breathing and pulse are slow.

Pupils are dilated.

This is some form of narcotic.

I need to call the tower, get permission

to divert to Bakersfield.

- No, no, that's a negative. - We are 30 minutes out of lax.

She can make it. It's not an od.

- What are you, a doctor? - She needs medical attention!

This flight is full of highly dangerous prisoners, ok?

So we are not deviating from the flight plan for any reason.

This is my aircraft.

If I say we land, we're landing.

- What is going on here? - Why are you so upset?

What's really going on?

Nothing! Look, she needs help.

You don't understand. I have to land in Bakersfield.

Everett's people got to you, didn't they?

- No. - Yes, they did.

What did they do? Buy you off?

Or did they threaten you in some...

they have my family.

Ok, listen to me.

I understand your situation, ok?

You want me to be straight with you?

Your family is dead without my help.

Because there's no way that Everett's gonna let you

walk away from this, ok?

So just give me the gun so I can help

get your family rescued, ok?

I can't.

Everett's connections run deep inside the military.

He has ears and eyes everywhere.

Yeah, but he doesn't have ears and eyes inside the LAPD.

Now, give me the gun before it's too late

to save your family.

Give me the gun, captain, now!

I'm sorry. I didn't know what else to do.

Save your sorries for later.

Hey. Everything ok?

No. You got someone you can trust

in the state police?

Yeah, Kate mackey's good people.

- What's up? - This needs to be close hold.

There is a team of black op mercs staged somewhere

outside of meadows field airport.

Everett compromised our pilot to get him to put down there.

But before staties can make a move,

I need you to mobilize SWAT to rescue our pilot's family,

who are currently being held hostage in monterey park.

- Ok? - Send me the details.

I'll have Bradford put it together.

He'll keep it need-to-know.

Good.

We knew Everett had resources,

but for his people to be able to turn

all this around in eight hours...

I know. It's sobering.

And it's clear that he's got a plan b ready and waiting, ok?

So we need to double our security presence at lax.

On it.

7-Lincoln-100.

Go to channel 21.

Go for it, Bradford.

You in the shop?

Headed to lax.

You asked for personnel.

I figured I'd send you the best.

I need you to reroute and coordinate with Metro.

We have an active hostage situation in monterey park.

This connected to the current op?

Yeah, pilot's family.

So it needs to happen asap and be kept very quiet.

Details to follow.

Go, go, go.

Clear!

Package is secure.

Your family's safe.

Thank god.

- Everything ok? - No.

Everett leveraged our pilot.

Metro just rescued his family, who was being held hostage.

And I got state police chasing down a team

that Everett had staged in Bakersfield.

All right, look.

A gun is a recipe for disaster with these guys, all right?

Give me that. I'll lock it up.

How long until we land at lax?

20 minutes.

- Is she ok? - Yeah.

I just drugged her coffee with a sedative.

She'll wake up in an hour or so.

What am I gonna do with the pilot?

He still needs to help us land this thing.

And I have faith that captain Larsen here

is gonna do the right thing by us, right,

now that his family is safe, right?

Yes, sir.

Good. I got this.

Everything good?

The pilot's been compromised, but garza handled it.

We land in 20.

Problem?

Nothing we can't handle.

Love the confidence.

Ok, that was not cool.

I know. I'm sorry.

I just couldn't handle her constant judgment

of my parenting.

And you thought sending her to me was the solution?

Well, why not?

It's been ages.

Plus, in her mind, you are the handsome, successful son,

and I am the daughter who can't get her life together.

Because I set boundaries.

You set a barbed wire fence

in front of a field of landmines in front of a moat.

Come on. You know how mom is.

When you told her about your divorce,

she couldn't get out of bed for a week.

There have been a lot of upsetting things in my life

she doesn't need to know about.

Yeah, but a lot of good things too.

Mom's calling.

I don't have time for this.

If you have time to talk to me,

you have time to talk to her.

Answer it.

Hey, mom.

I'm working. Everything ok?

Yes. Yes.

- Just a quick question. - Ok.

I was tidying up around the house, doing some laundry.

And I couldn't help but notice,

- the girl that you're seeing, Linda... - Lucy.

Lucy... does she live here?

Yeah, she does.

So this is serious?

Very.

Why didn't you tell me?

Mom, I'm sorry, but I gotta go.

We'll talk tonight.

So how exactly does an 18-year-old

afford a lamborghini?

I'm a businessman.

I am.

I provide it services for my dumb-ass neighbors.

One of them pulled me out of bed yesterday,

desperate to have me set up a Bitcoin wallet for them.

Had a huge payday coming in last minute.

Sounds super legal.

What do I care? He offered me 10%.

Of how much?

5 mil.

Why don't you tell us more about this neighbor of yours?

Hey, South Sudan.

Better say that little prayer now.

There won't be time later.

Not a good time.

Hey, somebody on your plane is dirty.

Yeah, we know... the pilot. We got it handled.

- No, no. It's the U.S. - marshal, kip wilcox.

He just received a massive Bitcoin transfer this morning.

Wilcox!

- Where's the gun safe? - Warning.

It's in the back!

Warning.

Mayday, mayday, jpats 4-7,

we're losing power and altitude fast.

We're not gonna make it to lax.

We're going down.

I repeat, we are going down!

Everybody stay down, stay down!

Let's go! Let's go!

Hope you said that prayer.

Let's move!

Hey, dumb-ass, you should let us go.

- Shoot him. - Think about it.

The entire law enforcement community

is about to descend on this place.

You really want 'em all chasing you?

Or would you rather release a bunch of chaos agents,

help split their focus?

All right, do it. Come on, let's go!

Come on! Let's go!

Come on!

Let's move, move, move!

Bye, John.

I hope I never see you again.

- No hard feelings. - Come on!

Hey, Everett, give me a hand!

I think my leg is broken.

Kill 'em all.

- Thanks. - You ok?

- Pilot survive? - No.

Come on. Let's get off this thing.

Come on.

Let's go, let's go. Come on, come on!

Watch the flames. Watch your head.

- How bad is it? Is Nolan... - I don't know yet.

Pilot managed to put it down in the river,

but I'm not sure what the casualty rate is.

Thank god. You two ok?

We'll live.

But there are five dead on that plane

and multiple prisoners on the loose,

freed by Everett's mercenaries.

They got away in two black suvs,

so clearly, they're gonna switch cars

at some place, somewhere.

Ok, who are the other escaped prisoners?

A Croatian enforcer named bozac, captain cannibal,

- Geraldine Gage, and... - Don't say Oscar. - And Oscar.

Luckily enough, all the prisoners were outfitted

with a GPS wristband.

Which they immediately took off.

Absolutely.

At least the data should give us a direction of escape

before they did.

Attention, all units.

This is a citywide tactical alert.

It's garza.

I need an immediate federal command center set up

to coordinate a manhunt.

Ok, should we hit the streets and freelance

or focus on individual prisoners?

Well, I mean, I say we do both.

Every unit choose an inmate to become an expert on,

- maintain flexibility. - Agreed.

We'll take the Croatian enforcer.

I have a good ci on the inside.

We'll take Geraldine.

All right, I'll take captain cannibal and Oscar.

- You sure you're up for it? - 100%.

You'll ride with me so I can keep an eye on you.

Plus, I need someone to drive

while I coordinate the response.

Garza and I'll keep our focus on Everett.

Over here.

Tim, one last thing.

I want you to put your military hat back on for me, ok?

How does Everett play this thing out?

Well, it's a binary decision.

Run or hide.

I mean, clearly, he's got almost infinite resources,

which strongly suggest he'll run,

get out of town as fast as he can.

But that comes with extensive risks,

given the massive amount of state and federal resources

mobilizing to catch him.

You think he'll go to ground?

It's the unexpected play.

I have to imagine he has safe houses in la he can use.

What do you think?

I think Heath Everett believes himself

to be the smartest guy in every room.

So, yeah, he's gonna get a big kick out of lying low in style

while hundreds of cops run around in the hot sun,

looking for him.

That's a good call.

Hey, lovies. It's your girl, Myka.

First of all, I really appreciate all the feedback

about some of my content coming across

as "privileged" or "out of touch."

And that's why today, during my hydrafacial,

I held space in my heart for all of the people

who don't have access to facials.

And now I'm grabbing a bite to eat.

Wait, ew. My god.

Look at this feral woman.

She looks so ridiculous.

I can't believe she's out in public like this.

My god.

Give me your sweatshirt.

I'm sorry.

Are you high-key delulu?

This is an exclusive collab.

And they didn't pay uggo normies to wear it.

They paid me to wear it.

So you go-!

My face!

My god!

My god, rainbows.

I love rainbows.

Are you talking to all these people?

Yes, they're my followers.

What are you doing?

I want followers.

Will you be my followers?

You are crazy.

She's crazy!

I was found mentally competent to stand trial.

- Dumplings! - My god!

Are you getting this?

- She's so crazy. She just... - Ooh, found Geraldine.

She snatched a girl's phone during a live stream.

Can you tell where they are?

It looks like the rice balls of fire food truck.

- You know that one? - Yeah.

See if you can find out where exactly they're parked today.

Oscar's GPS bracelet was cut off five minutes ago

10 blocks from here.

And captain cannibal's was cut off in the same place.

Well, they're traveling together,

and they're headed our way.

7-Adam-100, reports of two men in orange jumpsuits

stealing clothes on east 12th and maple.

That's gotta be them.

All right.

Control, we're five blocks away.

Show us responding.

Son of a bitch. That's him.

Oscar!

Move, and I shoot!

Some days are lucky... for me, I mean.

You seem to be having quite the unlucky streak, John.

It's a locked gate.

We'll have it opened.

You'll be in cuffs.

Well, that may be so, but you guys have bigger fish to fry.

Captain cannibal just went in that church over there.

He seemed kind of hungry.

This isn't over, Oscar.

Move, move, move.

Go.

Come on. Let's go.

Go on.

Go outside.

Let's go, let's go, let's go.

Go outside. Outside.

My god!

Hey! Get off!

Don't move!

No problem.

I got my snack.

All right, I have to focus now,

which is kind of hard for me, but if I want

to stay out of prison, I have to find a place to hide.

Where do y'all think I should hide?

Not fair!

- Jeez! - Hey!

I'm going.

Hey!

Did you see?

- Where'd she go? - I lost her.

Check the feed.

Damn it.

She logged off.

Thanks. I owe you big time.

Bozac's been in jail for so long, most of his crew

has been killed or in prison,

but there's an old safe house still operating in west Adams.

Let's go check it out.

You can't beat yourself up.

No? Watch me.

We knew, right?

We knew that Everett had almost infinite resources.

And we went the extra mile on every aspect

of our security protocols.

Sometimes you just get outspent and out hustled.

The only thing that matters is running him down quickly

before anyone else gets hurt.

I assume you're monitoring the phone network?

Of course.

But if we use it to grab Everett,

we are gonna risk burning it as a resource.

Isn't that tomorrow's problem?

No, not when tomorrow, we might be able

to use it to thwart a terrorist attack

or stop an assassination. No.

Then we figure a way to corroborate the information

we get from them.

We could have got it from any alternative source.

We gotta try.

Elena, I want real-time surveillance

on the network, ok?

Focus it on Everett.

No, I know. I know. I know.

Just... just do what I say, ok?

Ok.

Control, show us code-6 at 27th and kenwood.

Angela, are you ok?

I will be once we get this beast in handcuffs.

Control, we have escaped prisoner bozac in custody,

code-4.

Send additional units and an ra.

We're landing in position now, Elena, ok?

Just wait on my call.

Is everyone in place?

Yeah.

You sure this is gonna work?

If we have to go in and get him,

it's going to be a bloodbath.

It'll work.

All Elena's gonna do is reach out

to confirm that address is one owned by a shell company

we know Everett controls.

Once that happens, he's gonna get a heads up.

They'll all bug out,

assuming we're miles away from here, so...

True.

But they are all armed for war and willing to fight.

That's why we brought the sound Cannon.

Elena, make the call.

- Hands where I can see them! - Damn. Ok.

Ok, no need to shoot. I give up.

So get up here, in front of the truck.

Get your hands on the hood.

Didn't think we knew about the tunnels that

- connect the buildings? - Nope.

Relax! Relax!

I just wanna make you an offer I don't think

you're gonna want anyone else to hear

save your breath.

I don't take bribes.

10 grand is a bribe.

10 million is a lifestyle.

And 10 million more if I'm still free in a year.

Not interested.

You really should think a little

before you speak, sergeant.

This is untraceable money in a Cayman island account.

All you have to do is let me walk out of here.

You tell them I got the better of you and escaped.

And then you go from sergeant Bradford, poor person,

to George Clooney on the amalfi coast.

And I can trust you'll just pay me after I let you go?

That's insulting.

How stupid do you think I am?

No, what's insulting is that you think

10 million means anything to me.

That's a parking ticket!

I'm worth billions.

What means something to me is my word.

That you can take to the bank, along with the $10 million.

Here's the thing, Everett.

I'm a simple guy.

I like where I live and what I do.

I don't need that kind of money.

I don't even want it.

Maintaining my integrity?

That's priceless.

You're making a mistake.

I make them every day.

Yeah, well, trust me,

this mistake will come back to haunt you.

You have my word on that.

What are you building, Geraldine?

My friend Marsha's house.

It's where I wished I lived when I was little.

- Why? - My house was small and noisy.

I got punished a lot.

Control, we're code-6 at holmby park.

Eyes on fugitive Geraldine Gage.

- Send backup. - Copy that.

- She has a knife. - Yeah, no, we see it.

We're not gonna let her use it, I promise.

Hey, can everybody get back, please?

All right, so what's the game plan?

Yeah, we're gonna do this really carefully.

I can ask my mom if you can come over and go in our pool.

We have a slide and a diving board.

No one likes a showoff, Riley.

But I haven't been swimming in forever.

- Hey. - Sorry.

We're not actually here for you.

We're here to take the girls for ice cream.

- Yeah! - Yeah!

What? I want ice cream.

I'm sorry.

You can't come with us 'cause you're holding that knife.

Hands behind your back.

I really wanted that ice cream.

You know, maybe we'll stop by a drive-through

on the way to the station.

Aw, thanks.

You wanna ride in the back with me and make out?

There is nothing like a day on the job

to remind you how quickly life can change.

Seriously.

I mean, Geraldine became a completely different person

in the blink of an eye.

I mean, I'd say she became her true self,

you know, without all the filters and restraints

- that we all put on. - All right.

Sure, but those filters and restraints are necessary.

Society falls apart without them.

I agree, but you can't tell me

that most of those restraints aren't driven

by a sense of fear, you know, fear of being judged,

fear of failure. I don't know.

Maybe the world would be a better place if more of us

stood up and spoke out.

Some of us.

If some of us spoke out, like your boyfriend.

I totally forgot about that.

His mom is in our house.

What are you gonna do?

I should let Tim handle it.

I know. I know.

I can't believe Oscar got away.

I don't wanna talk about it.

Harper.

You got a minute?

This is it, isn't it?

Ia's decision came down?

Yeah.

We should probably go somewhere private.

Nope. Just tell me now.

Am I out?

No.

Thank god.

But you have been removed from the detective bureau.

What?

Starting tomorrow, you're back on patrol duty.

For how long?

Until further notice.

- Is this a demotion? - No, no.

No, you're still a detective.

You'll just be back in uniform.

Hey, this is a test.

Keep your head down, and I mean way down.

Don't give them an opportunity

to kick you off the force for good.

I understand.

I'm sorry.

He's right.

You'll get through this.

I'll help you.

Does that mean you'll get back into uniform with me?

God, no.

Let's get cleaned up and find the fanciest restaurant in town

to drown our sorrows in.

The husbands can watch the kids.

Timmy, is that you?

No, Mrs. Bradford, it's me.

Tim is still finishing up at the office.

It's been a busy day.

I saw the news. Is everyone ok?

Mostly, yeah.

Can I help in here?

Yes, please.

You can help me chop those vegetables.

- Yeah. - Please call me joy.

Ok, I will.

You know, I'm glad that it's just the two of us.

Yeah?

Yeah, 'cause I want to apologize for this morning.

Well, that was fully Tim's fault.

I don't think so.

You know about Tim's father.

Yeah, I do.

I'm so sorry.

That must have been awful.

Even worse for Tim.

It's interesting.

Even as a child, he was a protector.

And the first people he would protect

would be me and his sister, right?

And sometimes Tim would jump in, literally.

And he'd force his father to take all that anger

and turn it toward him.

And more often than not, I would let him.

That... you were being abused.

You were terrified.

That's... that is not your fault.

No, I should have been the protector.

It was my job, not his.

And that's why he doesn't tell me things.

Because he doesn't think I can handle any drama.

So he keeps me from it.

And, you know, I want to know my son so badly.

I want to know what's going on with him.

A mother should be someone you feel safe to talk to,

someone that you want to go to because you know

they'll make things better.

Yeah.

You know, I...

I really think it's possible for you guys

to have that relationship still.

But maybe the first step could be,

you know, telling him how you feel.

Hey.

Sorry I'm late.

- Should we order... - hey. - Hey.

Everything all right?

Yeah. Yeah.

No, it will be.

I'm just gonna...

I'm gonna... I'm gonna get changed before dinner.

- Ok? - Ok.

Yeah.

What happened?

Timmy, I would love to talk.

Ooh.

Hello?

Guess where I am right now.

You're gonna get such a kick out of it.

I'm in no mood, Oscar, but thank you for giving me

a phone number to track.

Come on, John.

We both know I'm not gonna be anywhere near this phone

by the time you get a warrant and start tracking my location.

So guess.

Well, I'm hoping you're in hell,

being flayed alive by cockroaches

made of razor blades.

Wow.

Well, that's both creative and super dark.

No, I'm in the trunk of a car heading into the great unknown.

Remember?

Like the one I put you in back in the desert?

Man, in my head, this was a far more satisfying conversation.

Why are you calling me, Oscar?

Well, I just... I wanted...

are we serious right now?

It's just that today's events have really put

things in perspective for me.

I don't like the feeling of shackles on my wrists.

So going forward, I'm gonna be a lot more careful now,

now that I've been reminded how much freedom means to me.

I learned my lesson, John.

You can count on that.

You know, when I was a boy...

Damn it.