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Hey guys, I think there's something wrong with Padilla.

Padilla!

excited about this one.

Okay, Morgan.

Dare I ask why?

The guy's alive when he jumps and dead when he hits the ground.

You're not excited to figure out how you kill someone midair?

Oh, we can't assume that. Could be he lost consciousness midair and died on

impact when he hit the ground.

Well, why would we be here if the medical examiner didn't think it was

Just try to keep your enthusiasm at an appropriate level.

What do we know?

Captain Alonzo Padilla, retired Air Force Special Recon, worked as a

on base but still served in the reserves.

Taught skydiving here twice a week.

Seemed like everyone liked him. Until this. It was a routine jump.

Amy found this in his jumpsuit.

I know what you're doing.

Stop or die.

One of Padilla's students could have slipped that into his pocket.

Or maybe someone else did it on the ground.

Well, the point of the note was to get him to back off whatever he was doing.

Why threaten the guy if you're about to kill him?

Unless this wasn't written today.

I left my phone in the car. Give me yours.

Uh, the last time I let you borrow my phone. I changed your ringtone to baby

back. I haven't heard the end of it. Just give me your phone. This is work

related. It wasn't funny.

See, when you write with ink, at first the line is sharp, but because the ink

has solvents in it, over time, the line fades.

That's why you get that little halo around the letters.

A few days later, the solvent evaporates, and the guy stays where it

So this was written at least a few days ago.

And Padilla was just walking around with a death threat in his pocket?

Maybe he was trying to figure out who wrote it. Maybe he was using it as

motivation? Well, whatever it is, it's safe to say Padilla didn't stop, and the

killer followed through.

I think it's time to talk to his students.

Couldn't he have just had a heart attack, plain and simple? Why? Did

mention feeling sick? Anything unusual?

No. He was in good spirits.

Had a good talk with Susie, the medical examiner. She guessed it.

She guessed what? Hi, I'm Morgan.

Ethan. I was just about to ask how long you'd known Alonzo Padilla.

A couple weeks.

It just started coming in.

Did he seem nervous about the jump?

Not from what I could tell.

Look, I wish I could help you out, but if you want to speak to someone who knew

him much better than I did, that would be Tina.

I own this place, and even I took lessons from Padilla.

His love of skydiving was infectious, and his military experience, that was a

big draw. But I don't know. Lately, it seemed like he didn't want to talk about

it. Well, Tina, from the moment Padilla arrived here today until he went up in

the jump lane, did you notice anything suspicious?

No, everything was perfectly normal until...

Sorry, I'm still processing all of this.

Um, he was a really good guy.

Well, Tina, thank you.

If we have any further questions, we'll let you know.

Hmm.

This is interesting.

A blank white key card. I mean, the key card itself isn't that interesting, but

the fact that it's here is.

It doesn't belong.

They use metal keys here. Mm -hmm.

This could be for a million different things.

Well, then let's go whittle it down, big guy.

All right, let's see what we have here.

M .E.'s report.

Oh, God. How did you get that so fast? I don't have to tell you. I'm extremely

charming, Lieutenant, okay? Susie fast -tracked it. Which we will talk about

later.

Understood. You guys want to know how Padilla died?

Hypoxia. Lack of oxygen.

He suffocated. Wait, the techs checked his gear. His helmet and oxygen mask

working properly.

Any chance there's a rare medical condition?

Well, it doesn't explain the death threat.

We'll continue to investigate this as a murder unless we have reason to believe

otherwise. A mid -air homicide? I will work this case for free. I don't mean

that. That's just something people say. Nice to see such dedication.

Solomon, what a nice surprise.

How can we help you?

Internal Affairs received information that Ms. Guillory interfaced with our M

.E. without proper supervision, instructing her to, quote, put a rush on

Padilla case. That's a direct order from the higher - Well, no, that's maybe a

bit of a paraphrasing on Susie's part. I just, she just, she did me a favor.

That favor cost us $12 ,000 in rush fees. What?

Morgan! I appreciate you letting us know, and I will make sure that this

happens again. Yeah. Will you?

Can you honestly say that this isn't just the most recent example of her

flouting procedure at every turn?

Okay, hang on there for just one second.

I've never flouted anything, thank you very much.

You sure about that?

Wait!

Yes, I am.

This marks one overstep too many. I'm sending you to Detective Training

Sorry, that's not a thing.

Okay, that sounds like obedience school for cops.

More or less. Once you've completed the course, you may resume regular duties.

Are you serious?

Ugh. All right, I'm going to finish this case, and then I'll go to your academy.

Uh, no, you may not.

And if you don't pass, there won't be any more cases.

Look, I know you're being sent for training. You don't want to learn rules

you will not follow. Wow, you're good.

But full disclosure, I helped create the course.

Of course you did.

Great. I was worried I wouldn't know exactly who to resent while I'm stuck

Please just keep an open mind.

Are you asking me not to start a fight with anyone?

That is exactly what I'm asking. Adam, you're looking well. Dottie, you haven't

changed a bit.

Morgan, this is Sergeant Dottie Reynolds. She runs the course.

Hi, Dottie. Nice to meet you.

Listen, you seem like a busy lady. You do not need to be babysitting me. I had

an idea. Why don't I just take the final exam?

Morgan, that's not how it works. But with an open mind, it could be.

It appears you're doing the Lord's work, Odessa.

Hmm.

Hmm.

Why would she say that? What's her name?

She read the memos.

There's no memo.

sent Morgan to detective school? Yes, yes, I know.

Silver lining, though, I think that this will be really good for her.

Oh, I don't care about the class.

I need to know what's going on in my squad so I can stay ahead of things.

I got it under control.

Do you?

Mm -hmm.

I heard about your case.

Padilla was Air Force, which means at some point, JAG is going to try and step

in. Which is exactly why I reached out to my contacts.

Oh, good, because my contacts already got back to me.

So you already reached out to your contacts on my case. Military cases are

sensitive, so I threw around some rank to keep Jag from getting in the mix.

Well, thank you for the assist. I can take it from here. I'm actually going to

Padilla's house with Keredec.

Because you need to throw rank around at the victim's health?

You're down a consultant, Lieutenant.

Thought I'd lend a helping hand.

Then when I need one, I'll come find you.

I'm already here.

Consider me your new secret weapon.

The silence speaks volumes.

No, yeah?

What does it seem to be saying?

You don't want me on this case?

More like I'm wondering why you want to be on this case.

Good leaders don't solve problems from their desks.

Captains aren't usually out in the field, and yet time and time again, here

are.

Now, your silence is speaking volumes.

Well, what do you think it's saying?

It's unclear.

Yeah, that's what worries me.

Padilla's house is immaculate.

Every book squared to the edge, every object in its place, a soldier's

in civilian life.

If I didn't know better, I'd have guessed you lived here.

Let's bag that up when we go.

I'm guessing your view of the military isn't a very good one, Captain.

I don't see how an institution built on hierarchy and obedience jives with a man

who lives in the gray.

Well, you misread that one, Detective.

I respect the military.

The discipline it instills isn't at odds with knowing when and how to bend the

rules, especially when someone on your team is in trouble.

You may be surprised to learn the most honest part of our body is our feet.

That does surprise me. Something to say, Ms. Guillory?

Well, yeah.

Mostly I'm just trying to pace my attention span.

Are we going to move on anytime soon, or are we going to camp out in the feet

world for a bit?

The material here is of extreme importance.

Okay. For example, we've all been trained by experience to hide what we're

feeling on our faces.

Well, most of us.

But our feet are hardwired into our fight -flight instincts.

When our ancestors were being chased by a tiger, they didn't have time to craft

a polished response. They just ran.

So... When someone is comfortable in a conversation, their feet are relaxed,

facing forward.

But when they are uncomfortable, when they are lying or eager to get out of a

conversation, their feet tell the story.

I have to step out.

My kid's school's calling. A couple of tardies and suddenly I'm raising

criminal. I'll be right back.

Well, barely missed me.

Okay, let's move on to lit.

You did it again.

Morgan, you can't be calling me.

Yes, I know.

Except you have to question Ethan Wolfe again.

What? Why?

Chapter 2, interview and interrogation. His feet were all over the place. I

think he's lying. Morgan, if you get caught... I'm helping you.

Morgan, we gotta go.

Why? What's going on?

What do we know about this guy? He's an aerospace engineer for Flagstone Defense

Systems. So if anybody has the skills to plan a mid -air murder... Daphne sent

his picture over to the clinic at the Air Force to see if anyone recognized

Turns out he was seen arguing with Padilla a month ago.

Now we just need to know why.

You ready to talk?

We already got you on breaking and entering. And resisting arrest.

But you know what's a whole lot worse than that?

Go ahead, tell him.

Murder.

Hey, there he is.

Finally got your attention.

Start talking.

My brother Silas was a test pilot for the Air Force.

Codename Thunderbird. He had PTSD pretty bad.

And a few weeks ago, he, uh... He wrapped his car around a telephone pole.

We're sorry for your loss, Ethan.

The deal is his therapist.

And he failed him.

I was upset.

I was angry.

I had to get the best of me. And after my brother's funeral, I went over to his

office to confront him.

Why take a skydiving class with Padilla?

Was it to make sure he stopped moving on with his life? How could I?

How would I have killed him?

He died midair. You're the aerospace engineer. You tell us. Tell us why you

at Padilla's house.

I think he's earned a trip to the holding cell.

Hey, let's get a full workup on this guy.

Financials, socials, phone records, anything. Hold off on that for a second.

Wolf's too smart to leave anything in his digital record.

The real dirt is going to be in his house.

Daphne and I should head there.

We don't have probable cause to search his home.

I'll get us a warrant within the hour.

You heard him.

Prep the search.

Lieutenant, look, I see what you're dealing with.

Do I look like I want to talk about this right now, huh? Do I?

I'm sorry, all right? I just... I will deal with Captain Wagner my own way,

okay?

Understood. But Morgan... I'll go check on her. Yes, because if Solomon finds

out that she calls us... I will make sure that Morgan is not breaking or

any rules.

Please and thank you.

Yeah.

Lieutenant Soto.

How's Morgan doing?

She's safe and worried about you. We found your truck.

What happened?

Well, the guy telling me wasn't going to let me get to the station. So I pulled

over, I left the truck and got out of there quick and dropped off the grid.

All right, well, tell me where you are. I can put you in protective custody.

No, no, no, that ship has sailed. It's too late for that.

I got my own plans now.

Arthur, you can't go after him. Hey, they came after me.

Remember? Twice.

I understand that, but what if it becomes a third time? Then what the hell

you going to do? No, I don't think you do.

Understand. See, Roman was like a brother to me.

Now, this guy, he must know something about what happened to him. And if you

find him, then what?

Oh, I'm gonna get him to talk. Believe me.

It's as simple as that. No, simple as you letting me and my team find out who

did this to you. I don't need you on my list.

Then don't add me to it.

Please tell me that's a Reuben. It is a Reuben.

Does this Reuben come with an elaborate plan to get me out of here? It does not.

What are you doing here?

I'm just trying to make sure you survive today so we can catch bad guys

tomorrow.

Very sweet.

Also, you absolutely cannot call us, Morgan, because if Dottie were to see

and tell Solomon... Will you relax, please? Dottie didn't say anything.

Oh, Dr. Maeve Sloan, the flight surgeon who runs the mental health department

where Padilla worked, wants to talk.

Okay, well, text me if you hear anything interesting.

Did you not hear a word I just said 30 seconds ago? I heard exactly what I

wanted to hear, and I'm starving. So either stay or get out of here.

Eat, and please behave.

So this is the mental health wing where Padilla worked.

You said you think you know who's responsible for his death?

I wouldn't go that far, but if it were me, I know where I'd be looking.

Last month, after Thunderbird died, Silas Wolfe, Padilla started acting

different. He felt guilty, like he'd missed something.

He told me he was worried the same thing was happening with some of his other

patients. Something other than PTSD?

Any idea what?

I'm not sure he ever figured it out, or even if he was right. But he started

requesting medical workups for patients, grounding pilots, which delayed

deployment of their missions.

That would have made Padilla enemies.

One bad evaluation can ruin a career. Yeah, plus if the pilots weren't fit to

fly and the top brass has been told, but ignored it. Padilla would be a

liability that they need to take care of.

Do you know the names of the patients?

Projects they were assigned to? I don't. But even if I did, I couldn't violate

HIPAA guidelines without a court order.

Could we maybe look in his office? Just even his personal effects might tell us

something. That I can do.

Like I said, we were close.

That's one mystery solved.

We found a key card exactly like that in Padilla's locker at the skydiving

school. Ah, yes.

These things control our lives around here.

Parking, getting in the building, the copier.

One card to rule them all.

I'll be next door if you need me. Thank you. Thank you.

Image of perfection, just like his house.

Mm -hmm.

Look at his frame, though.

It's weird, right?

It's thicker than it needs to be.

Look at the Thunderbird in the corner. Yeah. That was Stylist Wolf Pando. He

Padilla's patient who died.

So maybe these pictures at the top.

Touchdown, Whiskey, Samurai, Ace. They're test pilots, too. And possibly

Padilla's patients as well. Makes sense. But what is this board trying to tell

us?

Huh. We only had someone good at puzzles at our disposal.

Well, we don't. We can't use Morgan.

I'm in the business of catching bad guys to take care of Dick. She can help.

If she gets caught, she could lose her job, Captain. I'm not asking.

Text her the board.

Control the scene.

Preserve the evidence.

If you fail at either, a killer goes free.

Our victim, 45, JSW to the chest.

Robbery gone wrong.

Not a robbery, though.

Then why would you say that?

Well, for starters, loading dock's a pretty dumb place to rob somebody,

There's going to be a bunch of people coming in and out. No privacy.

And then what, I'm going to steal from one guy and get...

Maybe a hundred bucks, but leave behind a fancy gold chain that costs more than

my car. The whole thing just feels staged.

It is staged.

Well, it's well done, but you know what I'm saying.

Anything else?

Well, all the cigarette butts.

There's like half a pack of butts over here.

Yeah, let's see.

So somebody's sitting around smoking cigarettes waiting for somebody. That

they didn't jump somebody, which means it's got to be personal.

In our scenario,

The victim was having an affair with the killer's wife. Oh, okay.

Well done.

Let's talk about how to process a scene.

Secure the perimeter.

Make sure everyone who's supposed to be here is locked.

Then, before you touch a thing, document, photos, sketches, notes.

Against my better judgment, you have Captain Wagner, Daphne, and Oz.

Oh, hey, guys. Get me out of here. Hey, Morgan. If we could, we would.

Morgan, we think each column is for one of Padilla's patients, but we need help

making sense of the rest.

Okay, well, the silhouettes are all symbols.

Anxiety, fatigue, confusion, headaches.

Those are all symptoms of PTSD.

Which is what Thunderbird supposedly had, but according to Dr. Sloan, Padilla

had his doubts.

Well, yeah.

language for danger so that everybody can understand.

White is safe, yellow is bad, red's worse.

The D was tracking their symptoms, but look at the date.

All these guys' symptoms started and progressed around the same time, but

not how PTSD works.

It hits everyone differently.

So their symptoms were like PTSD, but caused by something else. What?

No idea, but whatever it was, it's starting to feel a lot like digging into

is what got Padilla killed.

All right, what's next?

Hanging up the phone?

Yes, absolutely. Can I just finish? No.

Morgan, do what she says.

Next time, I'll take that.

I'm out of time.

What was that?

Yes, ma 'am.

What I was saying.

Exactly what I didn't want to happen. We need to find these other test pilots.

Let them know they're in danger. Yeah, but they're still alive.

Looks like we missed one.

Cadmus from Greek mythology.

But why doesn't Cadmus have its own column?

Maybe Cadmus isn't a who.

It's a what. Because I also see a card for Flagstone Defense Systems.

Guess we're making a visit to the holding cell.

Cadmus is the prototype plane that Flagstone Defense Systems is making for

Air Force, isn't it?

And because of the symptoms Padilla saw in the test pilots, he realized

something was wrong with the plane.

When I confronted him about Silas, he told me what he suspected and he asked

my help.

Because of my clearance, I have access to the diagnostics on the plane.

What did you find out?

There's a problem with the life support system.

There's not enough oxygen to get into the cockpit.

Your brother didn't have PTSD.

He had hypoxia. What about the other pilots?

They're still flying the plane.

I wanted to tell him what's happening, but I'm scared.

The stakes are huge.

Life support system sounds expensive to fix.

Billions.

And to delay the schedule.

Who had the skill set and the motive to kill Padilla and keep the secret?

Ramsey Pike.

Lead engineer.

When I confronted him about what I discovered, he said we could find the

failure after product launch.

Now, where is the proof?

I don't know. I gave it to Padilla on a flash drive a few days ago.

He texted me yesterday.

Said it was urgent we meet.

That's why you were at a skydiving class.

He told me about the death threat.

When he ended up dead, I went over to the house to look for the file, but I

couldn't find it.

Ethan, we're going to find those files and get justice for Padilla and your

brother.

Cadmus is the prototype jet the Flagstone Defense is developing for the

Force. Isn't that right, Mr. Pike? It is.

Were you aware that all of your pilots have been showing PTSD -like symptoms,

and one of them, Mr. Pike, is dead?

Of course I'm aware.

What happened to Thunderbird is tragic, but we found no connection between their

symptoms and our plane.

You sure you looked hard enough?

What is that supposed to mean?

It means that there's something wrong with your plane's life support system,

your pilots are slowly suffocating. You think we didn't look into that?

You think I'd put a pilot in that cockpit if it wasn't safe? We think it's

design flaw that would cost billions to fix. Makes it worth hiding.

Do you have proof of any of this?

We'd like to see your diagnostics. Good.

Come back with a warrant, get through my lawyers, then you can.

Mr. Pike, where were you this morning?

I was here to talk to my team.

In the meantime, get out of my hangar.

I really like that guy a lot. Yeah, he's a real charmer.

If you ask me, Pike knew about the design flaw. Padilla had the proof, and

killed him for it. Yeah, well, if you're right about that, Padilla did a damn

fine job of hiding that proof. Where are we with Padilla's computer?

Still backed up with TID. Could take a while.

The LAPD formed the first American crime unit in 1968.

Then, in 86, the commissioner reorganized the workflow.

By moving missing persons under the umbrella... Ms. Giller, you have a

Well, it's actually more of a confession. I am just now realizing how

these departments really make up the beating heart of the LAPD.

Take, I don't know, TID, for example.

I feel like we all take it for granted.

I agree.

Digital evidence is the core of detective work, chain of custody,

all of it. Yep, all of it. And I feel like it would really help us appreciate

what they do if we were to see them in action, you know, rather than just

hearing about it.

You know what? That's a fine idea.

I think the field trip is in order.

Oh, good idea.

Yeah.

TID handles everything digital.

Phones, laptops, cloud storage, surveillance footage.

It's got a hard drive to come through the room.

Now, chain of custody is key.

Every byte of data has to get... Hello?

Hey, it's me.

Morgan, where are you calling me from?

Wait, let me guess.

TID?

I wasn't supposed to use my phone.

You're not supposed to use any phone.

Okay, well, that wasn't made clear. Guess what? I got the password from

computer. What? From where? A really sweet TID guy. His name's Lyle. Do you

him?

Never mind.

So before he died, Padilla sent something to his office printer still in

queue.

Padilla's key card.

All right, thanks.

We got him. All the diagnostics on Cadmus showing the design flaw.

Padula got his hands on the proof. Pike knew.

No way.

That's amazing.

You had the wrong number.

Mm -hmm. Mm -hmm. Mm -hmm.

Dottie's summation.

Okay. Miss Guillory presents a litany of unique challenges.

Disruptive, chaotic, difficult, stubborn. A one -woman hurricane who

stand in the eye of the storm, who has an affinity for knowing when and how to

break the rules.

But she demonstrates an ability to connect with cases in ways conventional

detectives cannot. With proper supervision, she can be wielded to great

Dottie!

See, I knew she secretly liked me.

It's a big secret, but... Her recommendation is that we retain your

a consultant for major crimes with continued training and close

Oh, really?

Okay, fine. Agreed. Sounds good.

Can I get back to my team? Because we don't work today.

No.

Because I am not taking her recommendation.

Your insubordination isn't a quirk, Morgan. It's a liability. And it's a

Official paperwork will go through tomorrow.

Well, people... Am I being fired?

Absolutely.

The life support systems were indeed given the test pilot's hypoxia.

It's right here in black and white. Pike knew about the malfunction.

He scrubbed the information from the reports he sent the Air Force, so no one

command knew.

The good news is Jag terminated his contract and has opened a full

investigation.

So those test pilots were safe.

Yeah, but Padilla had to die for it. And Pike had an alibi. So we still can't

prove he killed Padilla.

Or how.

We better find what we're missing or this guy's going to get away with

Wouldn't mind having Morgan here right now.

I assume you heard about Morgan.

I did.

She shouldn't have been working this case.

Lieutenant, I'm not going to apologize for using a valuable asset who was aware

of the risks and helped anyway.

Well, you're a piece of work.

Please, don't stop. Seems like you have a lot more to say.

I promise you don't want to hear it. Don't worry about me.

Go ahead.

You take over my office.

You barge into my cases.

You undercut me in front of my team.

You keep finding all these new ways to lord your position over mine. A position

that, by the way, I actually more than earned.

And I sat here and I took it because I thought I was doing the right thing.

I was so wrong. I should have told you this before.

Because now the moves that you're making are affecting my team.

You knew it.

Morgan was on thin ice, and instead of protecting her, you hand her a stone.

From now on, as long as I sit in that chair, you will treat me and my team

the respect that we deserve.

If that doesn't work for you, fire my ass, too.

Understood.

All right, what do we got?

We're taking the evidence from the top. But he was fine before takeoff, and he

was fine in the air.

So what changed between gearing up and making that jump?

When every single piece of equipment was checked and working perfectly.

In other words, how did Pike commit a murder midair?

Morgan, wasn't expecting to see you here.

What do you mean? You're here, I'm here.

Morgan, you can't work the case.

Is this because I got fired?

Yes. You guys, come on. You don't think this is going to blow over?

That's crazy.

I'm valuable here.

Dottie saw it.

Salomon put in the paperwork.

Well, we all know that could take weeks, if not months, to process.

More like hours.

Okay, then we call the union, right? File an appeal?

Morgan, there's no appeal.

I'm really sorry it worked out like this.

Oh.

Silver lining.

It lasted a lot longer than anybody thought it would, right?

Including myself.

This is on me. I should have kept you out of the investigation. Stop it.

You think you could have done that?

It's okay.

It's okay. I'm okay.

In fact, did you know...

But if you file something after 6 p .m., it doesn't get processed until the next

day. So technically, I am still on the books.

Until tomorrow morning.

See, I did pay attention in detective school.

You talking an all -nighter?

I love an all -nighter.

Let's get to work.

Morgan, a word?

You should know I heard from Arthur.

He's safe.

But he still won't come in.

I don't expect you to keep going with this.

The Roman situation's gotten really dangerous, and that's what I signed up

Forget it.

Philip, you gotta make them get you the real stuff. That knockoff cleaner isn't

gonna cut it.

Your pilots are slowly suffocating. There's a problem with the life support

system. The D got his hands on the proof.

Pipe knew.

I know what you're doing. Stop or die. His helmet and oxygen mask are working

properly.

Who am I calling?

The morgue? The evidence locker? The Air Force?

The lab.

Come to see me suffer up close?

No. That's just a perk. Well, my company was everything and now it's gone.

I have nothing left to lose.

What about your freedom, sir? Because we can prove you killed Alonzo Padilla.

The sudden onslaught of PTSD -like symptoms and the death of Silas Wolfe

Padilla off that there was something wrong with all the pilots attached to

Cadmus. So he started searching for answers, causing a stir, requesting

tests. You're the lead engineer on Cadmus.

Somebody starts poking around, ordering labs on your pilot?

I'd be nervous too. So you started following him, asking questions about

learning your enemy to figure out how to take him down. And you did find a way.

Because when it came to skydiving, Padilla wasn't a weekend thrill seeker.

was ex -special recon.

That means halo jumps, which required high -altitude gear.

Specifically, an oxygen mask, which is what you use to kill him.

See, an oxygen mask and tank are a mini life support system. The tank sees

pressurized air into the mask.

And when you exhale, the carbon dioxide is released through the exhalation

valve. But if you put a valve in there made from materials that cannot handle

extreme temperatures, where's that carbon dioxide going to go?

That's what happened to Padilla's mask.

Our labs confirmed it. His valve was made with a different material than his

students'. Yeah, it was an off -brand that had been known to freeze during

-altitude jumps.

And unless somebody had a reason, no one would have tested what it was made of.

90 seconds after he jumped, disorientation kicked in.

His lungs filled with CO2. He blacked out, then eventually died midair. We

he suffocated, but his exact cause of death was hypercapnia, an excess of

dioxide in the blood. I've never met Padilla.

Where are you getting me? With Air Force's help, we've got satellite

you breaking into the skydiving facility the night before Padilla was murdered.

Yeah, we've got to put that foot up.

Ramsey Pike, you're under arrest for the murder of Alonzo Padilla. Turn around.

Hands, sir.

Wanted a word?

It's not an apology.

I stand by what I said.

I respect that.

You wanted to be in the loop?

Now you're in the loop.

When did you get these?

Does it matter?

Solomon went after one of our own.

Are you doing what you have to do to protect them?

Now and always.

No matter where the danger is coming from.

I trust I have your support.

You do.

I think I figured out what your silence is trying to say.

Can't wait to hear this.

See, a guy like you doesn't take a job he knows will keep him from the thing he

loves, being in the field.

Unless, of course, someone forced you.

So I have to ask, who's the one person Nick Wagner is too scared to cross?

Good night, Captain.

Whatever you have to say, you're wasting your breath.

You mind if I say it anyway?

Morgan just helped us save the lives of four decorated servicemen and got

justice for another.

She can go too far. Sometimes I'm not even denying that. But that kind of

dedication and those kind of results, don't they count for something?

They don't count for enough. I'm sorry the decision stands.

Like I said, I had to try.

Does the chief know that you and his wife are such close friends?

Is this really how you want to play this?

You?

Yes, it is.

Hi.

Come in.

Thank you.

Your doorbell, though, Morgan. What's up?

Still broken.

Where is everybody?

Leap over at Ludo's.

Just making banana splits because I'm feeling sorry for myself. You want one?

Yeah, I do.

So what is this? You're here to discuss my severance package?

You're not getting a severance package.

Because you're not going anywhere.

Solomon's had a change of heart.

Really? Why?

It just worked out that way.

Well, things like this don't just work out that way. What do you mean?

What's going on? I'm confused. Morgan, take the win.

Let it go.

Did you do something?

What did you do?

Nothing that you wouldn't do for me.