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Your timing is incredible.

- Remember when I thought this job would be cool and sexy?

- Having second thoughts? - Not really.

Two days ago, we landed on an aircraft carrier

in the high seas.

But today is not that day.

How are you? - Good.

Just waking up after a blissful night of sleep,

uninterrupted by your snoring.

- Uh, I am not the one who snores.

- Oh, yeah. That's right.

So no aircraft carriers today? - No.

Today is back-to-back meetings

about the technical specifications

for the next-gen tactical triage kits,

down to the width of the backpack straps

and the tensile strength of the zippers.

- Very funny.

Call me later? - I sure will.

It's a date. Love you.

- Love you too.

- You don't have clearance to be here.

- Carl likes me. - Carl's gonna be writing

parking tickets in hell after this.

- Be mad at me. Don't take it out on Carl.

- You don't get to tell me how to process this, Luna.

You have the hots for another guy.

- That is reductionist. - What is that, an SAT word?

- We have been married 20 years.

You cannot tell me that in all that time,

your eye never wandered.

- Not in a way that will result in you moving into a hotel.

LA is full of pretty girls, but none of them are you, Luna.

- I'm trying to figure out what to do.

- Quit your job. Never see him again.

Say you're sorry. I got more if you need them.

- I am sorry.

But it's not that simple.

And I will not quit this job.

- Then I don't know what there is to talk about.

- All right, let's get started.

So here's what I have to report from the overnight watch--

nothing.

Here's what I have to report from the brass--

nothing.

And here's what I have to report about today's forecast--

nothing.

- I'm sorry, if that's the case,

then why are we still having roll call?

- Because the nothingness of it is alarming.

- Yeah, saying things are too quiet is a cliché,

but like most clichés, there's a little bit of truth to it.

- Jen's right. The odds of getting no instructions

from up the food chain,

no activity from overnight that requires follow-up,

and nothing actionable in today's forecast

feels abnormal, and we hate abnormal.

This is all I have for you today.

Keep your heads on a damn swivel, and stay safe.

That's it.

- So y'all are a superstitious lot.

- Except for Nolan.

Is that a problem? - No, ma'am.

My mama always taught me, beware of the whistling woman.

- I don't know what that means.

- Oh, it means-- - And I don't care.

Go set up the shop.

- Yes, ma'am.

- How's training going? - It's going.

- Well, not to speak out of turn,

but Miles is good people, you know?

He really cares. - That's nice.

Listen, his issues aren't character-based.

They're about confidence.

He needs to stop performing it and start living it.

- Thank you. - There he is.

Thank you.

- Hey. - Sorry to just drop by.

- Shouldn't you be in school? - School is a state of mind.

Today I want to go to the school of John Nolan.

It's a professional development day.

Can I go on a ride-along?

- Because you're thinking of becoming a police officer?

- That, and I'm making a short film,

and I need some dynamic police footage.

- Ah. Because you saved my life, I'm gonna say yes.

But I'm gonna warn you, patrol work can be unpredictable.

Honestly, we could be watching grass grow

at the edge of a crime scene all day.

- Or you could be involved in an epic car chase

throughout the streets of Los Angeles

with a gritty "French Connection" vibe,

hopefully at or near sunset or something equally cinematic.

- Careful what you wish for, Dash.

- Where's the fun in that?

- You take this. - Yep.

It's heavy.

- Yep.

- Off we go. - Yep.

- It's gonna go great.

By all accounts,

Ryan Dearbourne has turned his life around.

He's on the right medications, and he's been clear

and consistent about what Glasser did to him.

- He's a Hail Mary, and we both know it.

The guy was arrested, hiding under the floors of his RV.

He confessed to Glasser's murders,

and he knew details only the killer could know.

- Because Glasser groomed him inside Westview.

- Yeah, but at the end of the day, it's still going

to come down to whether the jury believes a man

who has struggled with severe mental illness

over a family man, a model citizen.

- They'll believe because you'll make them believe.

- That's sweet, but I do not have the upper hand here.

Sorry to interrupt.

I just wanted to tell you both good morning.

- Someone's in high spirits. - Are you not?

I guess I'm just a morning person.

Or maybe I'm anticipating your latest star witness

being another dud. - Hmm.

- I just really love watching somebody else's train wreck.

Well, see you in there.

- Have I mentioned I don't care for him?

- He's a shark who smells blood in the water.

Can't fault him for being a little smug.

- Sure I can.

- Hmm. How do I look?

- Like a winner.

- Hey. How are you?

- "Fine" is the only answer I have time for.

Wondering if you can do me a bit of an odd favor.

- Anything to get me away from these zippers.

- Great. Are you alone?

- Uh, yes.

Are you gonna ask me to do something classified?

- No. Literally, I'm gonna ask you to knock on a door

and see who opens it.

Remember the criminal Nolan and Garza flew back from Vegas?

- Everett, right?

The military contractor who forced the aircraft to crash

and escaped?

- Well, briefly escaped. But, yes.

Something's come up as we've been digging deeper

into his criminal operation--

an unexplained connection inside the Pentagon.

Literally, it's an office number

that we can't get clarity on

without making it known that we're interested.

- And you want me to wander down the hall

and see who's in it?

- Obviously, act like it's the wrong office

if someone opens the door.

- Okay, I'll do that after my next meeting.

What is the, uh, office number?

- Lucy.

- Hey. - Hey.

- Uh, do you need me to leave?

- No. Actually, maybe.

Look, I just--I really do have a bad feeling about today.

- Tim Bradford listening to his feelings?

It's almost spiritual.

- Hmm. - Oh, God forbid.

Look, there is nothing spiritual

about the intuition a cop earns from years on the job,

or a soldier in the battlefield.

When you've been in enough dangerous situations,

you know when things feel off.

- I completely agree.

You can argue it's experience over spirituality,

but, I mean, a bad feeling is a bad feeling.

- Why do I even bother? - You know why.

- Yeah, I do.

Look, I just think maybe I should ride with you today.

Put Juarez in a solo car. - What? No.

You have a bunch of Watch Commander meetings

that you can't miss.

We'll be fine. - We'll be better than fine.

- Yeah. - Okay.

- I am not in your movie.

- Right, sorry.

It's just you have a jawline that screams "leading man."

- Uh-huh.

- So what time do things usually get crazy?

I feel like most criminals sleep in.

- Well, every day is different,

but most of the people we deal with are not career criminals.

They're just ordinary citizens who make a bad choice

in a high-stress situation.

- Kind of sounds like my mom's dating history,

although she got better after she divorced my dad.

Now they're all just losers,

not podcast ads for toxic masculinity.

- Oh, I'm sorry. That can't be easy.

- It's fine. Sarcasm heals most wounds.

Just want her to be happy, you know?

- 7-Lincoln-15, are you available for a wellness check

out at the old Westview Hospital facility?

- Oh, that sounds boring. Maybe pass on that. Okay.

- I thought Westview shut down last year.

- It did. They've had a remediation crew working there

for the last six months to make it safe for demolition.

According to the supervisor,

they haven't had contact with the crew since yesterday.

They sent another truck this morning

and haven't heard back from them either.

- This is 7-Adam-11.

Radio and cell traffic at that site are spotty on a good day.

It was a real issue for us

during the Glasser investigation.

- I can go check it out.

No reason for you to go back there.

- You heard Bradford.

We are being extra vigilant today.

It's a huge campus.

It's better for two units to respond.

- All right. I'll see you there.

- Hey, you know we don't have to respond.

There's zero judgment from this seat.

- I appreciate that you think I care about your judgment

of me.

- I was trying to be nice.

- And yet that is the one thing

that I am not evaluating you on.

You got something else to say? - No, ma'am.

- Oh, so now you're lying to me.

- No, ma'am.

It's just, when you're in the mood,

you can start a fight in an empty house.

- What is this place?

- What remains of the Westview Hospital.

Back in the 1940s and '50s, it housed hundreds of patients,

many of them stricken with polio.

That's not even to mention the massive mental-hospital complex

that was recently condemned.

- Is it haunted? - No.

- Is that, like, a hard no?

Or is that, like,

a "I don't believe in that sort of thing, so..."

- Okay, look, I'm not apologizing, per se,

but I could have been

a little more generous of spirit.

I just--

being back in uniform and now back here,

I'm not my best self right now.

- Thanks.

That means a lot.

- You're welcome.

Now let's find these people and get out of here

before something bad happens.

- Is that a dead body?

- Control, we got a DB.

Control, this is 7-Lincoln-15. Do you copy?

Check your phone.

- No service. - Right. Stay in the car.

- But this is the perfect-- - Stay in the car.

- Okay.

- See anybody else on your drive in?

- No. It's a ghost town.

- According to dispatch, the original crew is 20 people.

- This could be the guy they sent in to check on them.

- I think they sent more than him.

The passenger doors are wide open.

- Your cell and radio out too? - Yeah.

Is that Drone Kid in your car?

- Yeah, Dash. He wanted to go on a ride-along.

- And you chose today?

- You're in uniform? I thought you were a detective.

- Story for another time. - Stay in the car.

- What happened to him?

- What the hell was that?

- Take the kid and drop back until we find a signal.

Call for backup. We'll stay with the body.

- Right. - We--we will?

I mean, yeah, we will.

- Look out!

Oh!

Easy, easy.

- What do we do? - Oh, no, oh, no.

Oh! Oh! Oh, no! Oh!

- Come on!

- What do we do? Do we shoot them?

- Fall back!

Let's go!

- Where's Dash?

- Of course not.

Oh!

- I-I got to go find him.

If I had to guess, these guys got exposed to something

causing some kind of acute neurotoxicity,

turning them into homicidal maniacs.

- Which makes them victims,

no matter their current psychological state.

- That's all well and good, but are you saying

we let them kill us if we end up in a fight for our lives?

- No, no, just that lethal force

cannot be our first option.

- Right now, we have two priorities--

find and protect the kid and get a call out for backup.

- All right, I'm going after Dash.

- We should split up.

Increase the odds of one of us finding a cell or radio signal.

- You know in scary movies,

splitting up is what gets everyone killed.

- Yes, but they are not us.

Unless you're trying to tell me

you can't handle a solo mission.

- No, ma'am. I'm a cowboy. I'm ready to go.

- All right, let's get gone.

- Oh.

Mr. Dearbourne.

Thanks for coming in.

- I wasn't sure what to wear. - You look great.

This is Malcolm Walsh. He represents Liam Glasser.

- Oh, I didn't realize--

- The law allows me to access evidence prior to trial

in order to provide an adequate defense,

which means I can participate in your deposition.

- Okay. No problem.

But you're not gonna get mad if I tell the truth

about your client, right?

I promise.

Only if you promise not to get mad at me

for questioning that truth with vigor.

- Deal. - All right.

- Do you recall confessing to the murders

attributed to Liam Glasser? - Yes.

I was at the police station.

- And do you recall why you confessed?

- I was unmedicated at the time,

in the midst of a mental breakdown.

A part of me believed that I did those horrible things,

but now I know I didn't.

- So why did a part of you believe

that you committed those murders?

- I was coerced into thinking that I hurt people

during psychotic moments when I lost time.

- Coerced by who? - Liam Glasser.

- Ah.

And was Mr. Glasser aware of your psychotic episodes?

- Hearsay.

The witness doesn't know my client's thoughts.

- Good point.

Did you tell Mr. Glasser about your mental illness?

- Yes.

He stocked the vending machines at Westview.

He even knew Sour Patch was my favorite.

- So you two got to know each other.

- No. He got to know me.

I told him how I'd lose track of time,

the voices I sometimes hear,

the people I sometimes see who aren't there.

Over the course of the next two years,

he began to fill my head with details of murders

he said I committed. - Yeah.

- Whenever I would waver, he'd threaten me.

- Are you saying that you made a false confession

because he made you believe

that you committed those crimes,

or because you were afraid of what he would do if you didn't?

- A bit of both.

You have to understand, the voices I hear,

the faces I see...

they can be scary.

But nothing terrified me as much as Liam Glasser.

The look in his eyes when he told me what he did,

as he described in minute detail

what it felt like to carve a person up...

It made my own demons pale in comparison.

- We should take a break.

- It's creepy in here.

We didn't have none of this in Sugar Land.

Hello. Hello.

Can you hear me?

Oh, that is not okay.

Not today, playboy.

- Hello? Testing, testing.

Dispatch.

Come on, signal.

- Oh, you got to be kidding me.

Oh, come on.

That was badass.

And I got it on camera. - Here.

- Sweet. Thanks.

Here, cuff him.

You okay?

- I wish I'd stretched first, but, uh, not bad.

- From now on, try to stay with the group.

- Well, it wasn't exactly on purpose, but...

I'll do my best.

Where's everybody else? - Exactly.

Come on. - Okay.

- Come on, come on.

Oh, come on, come on.

Oh, thank God.

- Are you hurt? - No, just terrified.

- Were you in the truck that came to check on the main crew?

- Yeah, with Hank and Gayle.

But the crazies got him the second he got out of the truck.

Just kept beating and tearing at him.

I don't know what happened to Gayle.

I started running. But I'm safe now.

- Yeah, safe-ish. - That's--

Thanks. There's not many of us here.

And we can't get a signal out to call for backup.

- How is that safe at all?

- Because when the LAPD doesn't hear from us,

they will send more people.

I just have to keep you safe until then.

- I got him.

Let's get out of here.

- This way!

- Move.

Faster! Faster, faster, faster!

- Can I help you? - Oh, hi.

Yeah, I was looking for a Colonel Radcliff.

I was told his office was here.

- No. - Okay.

There's no name on the signage, so who exactly are you?

Sorry. Um, I'm just looking for a little help here.

Have you been in the office long?

Maybe he used to be here?

- I can't help you.

- Okay, no problem.

- 7-Adam-300, I requested a security check

on two units with no response,

7-Lincoln-15 and 7-Adam-11.

Last known was at Westview Hospital campus.

Should I start another unit?

- I mean, coverage is terrible out there.

It's probably nothing.

- Yeah. - You're worried.

- No, but we're gonna go take a look.

Control, show us responding.

- What happened to them?

- Something overloaded their limbic systems,

forcing their bodies to produce massive amounts

of stress chemistry-- cortisol, histamine, cytokines.

- But they're wearing hazmat suits.

- Yeah, at the cleanup site,

where we've been remediating the Project Ultra chemicals,

but I heard they just discovered

it wasn't the only area on campus that was contaminated.

Where our crew was staging was also compromised,

possibly with thallium and iofetamine.

If they were exposed to both of those

in high doses over time...

- You manage to get a call out?

- I got a brief signal next door, but my phone got smashed.

- Where's Miles? - I don't know.

I hope he got out.

Let's move.

- Move.

- Oh, jeez!

- Go! I got your back!

- You manage to get a call out? - No.

But by this point, dispatch would have started

additional units when we didn't check in, right?

Right?

- Control, 7-Adam-300

arriving at Westview Hospital campus.

No sign of responding units.

- Who's missing? I've been in meetings.

- It's Harper, Miles, and Nolan.

Plus, he's got a ride-along with him.

- Repeat. You're breaking up.

- Oh.

Hold on. We got movement.

- Did you see the blood? - Yeah.

We're code 6 to investigate. Something's going on here.

We got a dead body.

We need backup.

Hey, look out!

Stay right there, sir. Just stay where you are.

Hey, sir?

- Code alpha, Westview Hospital.

Repeat--all units, code alpha, Westview Hospital.

Oh, God.

Aah!

Where's Lucy?

Lucy?

Here.

I'm over here.

- Are you hurt?

Lucy. - No. I--

He's--he's dead. I couldn't--I--

- I know. - Oh!

- Officer Chen, I'm gonna have to ask you a few questions,

and then we will get you to the hospital, okay?

- Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

- Did you fire any shots?

No.

- Did you use deadly force against anyone else?

Is there anyone still outstanding?

- No, it's--it's just him.

- We got separated.

- Stop. This isn't a conversation, okay?

I have to do this by the book.

Because you used deadly force, I'm gonna have to take

your duty belt and any other weapons

you might have on you and book them into evidence.

I wouldn't speak to anyone

until you've spoken to your attorney and your union rep.

Do you understand? - Yeah, yeah.

Oh, is--is Nolan and Harp--

Oh!

- No, hey, they're banged up, but they're fine.

Campus is secured.

We're code 4. - Okay.

- Now, I'm gonna put you into an ambulance.

We'll get you to the hospital so you can get checked out

before I take you to the station,

where your clothes will be bagged

and you'll be photographed in front and back.

- I know all of this.

- But you've never been through this before.

You're in shock.

Come on.

- Hey, it's gonna be okay.

- Okay.

- I'm sorry. It's gonna be okay.

- I know. I know. It's late. I'm finishing up now.

- You're not in trouble. It's crazy over here too.

There was some kind of riot at Westview earlier.

Harper was involved, but she's okay.

- A riot? How could there be a riot? It's closed.

- I don't know. I don't have all the facts yet.

Something to do with a cleanup crew that got poisoned.

But that's not why I'm calling.

- What could be more pressing than that?

- Dispatch alerted me to a call that came in.

A caregiver from Hillwood Supportive Housing

called 911 half an hour ago.

Ryan Dearbourne had an incident.

- What kind of incident? - It's not clear.

His room was trashed. There was blood.

He might have hurt himself during some kind of episode.

And now he's missing. - Angela.

- I know. - He was doing so well.

His testimony was strong.

I mean, the deposition today was the first time

that I felt hope since I learned

what Harper said to Glasser.

- I know, but try not to panic.

We don't know what happened yet.

- Look, whatever happened, Malcolm Walsh will use it

to undermine Ryan's testimony on the stand.

And I will be back at square one on this case.

- Wesley?

What's wrong?

Wesley. - He's here.

- Who?

Ryan?

Are you in danger?

I don't know what to do.

- That's okay with me. You don't have to do anything.

- Wesley, get out of there. - Hey, Ryan, Ryan.

You're safe here, Ryan, so why don't you put

the broken glass down? - No, no, no.

- I need every available unit to the DA's office,

6th floor, code 3.

- I'm never safe. - Okay.

- They're in my head.

I thought they were gone, but they're back!

They're back. - Okay.

I-I can't imagine how you feel, Ryan--

the nightmare that you've gone through,

that you're still going through.

- I need it to stop.

- Okay. I understand.

I-I want to help you.

- Nobody can help me.

Nobody!

- I know you must feel that way right now.

And I know how exhausted you must be.

But you deserve more than this.

You can have more than this.

You are more than this.

But I need you to put that broken glass down

and let me help you, please.

Just put it down.

It's okay.

- Hey, it's okay. We're okay.

- Are you okay? - Yeah.

- Good, 'cause I'm gonna kill you.

- Angela.

- You don't try to reason with someone

who's in the throes of a psychotic episode.

And when your wife says, get out of there,

you get out of there. - I'll do better next time.

- It's not funny.

I was scared.

- Do they know what happened to him?

- Not fully.

Doctor said that Ryan's pupils are massively dilated,

like he did a huge dose of amphetamines,

which would induce psychosis in a healthy patient.

For a schizophrenic, it's like sending a-a wrecking ball

through their brain. - That doesn't make sense.

He's in a managed-care situation at the halfway house.

A nurse administers his meds.

- They could have made a mistake.

- And gave him speed? No way.

- Wesley.

You okay? I came as soon as I heard.

- I'm fine. Thanks.

- It's tragic. He was doing so well today.

- Which wasn't good for your client.

- I don't know why that's relevant right now.

- Sure, you do. - Angela.

- All I'm saying is that Ryan Dearbourne's misfortune

is Liam Glasser's blessing.

- If you're implying I had something to do with this--

- I'm not implying anything. I'm putting you on notice.

I will find out exactly what happened with Ryan.

And if you had anything to do with it--

- I didn't.

And I'd advise your wife to be very careful

about making wild accusations in these litigious times.

- And I would advise you that the quickest way

to end up in one of these beds is to disrespect her.

Thanks for coming by.

- Of course.

And, again, I'm glad you're doing okay,

even if your case isn't.

- He did this. - Maybe.

But he's not wrong.

We need ironclad evidence, or he will sue us into poverty.

- If it exists, I will find it. - I have no doubt.

So what exactly happened at Westview?

- Zombies, apparently.

- Oh.

- Thank you very much.

- Well, I hope you were satisfied with your ride-along.

- No offense, but I can't exactly

give you five stars. - That's fair.

You sure you don't want me to call your mom?

- And spoil the look on her face

when I show her this footage?

- Listen, what you went through today

could haunt you for a bit.

I'm happy to recommend a trauma therapist if you need one.

- I appreciate that.

And, hey, thanks for putting my life in jeopardy

and then immediately saving it. - I guess that makes us even.

- Totally. - I'll check on you tomorrow.

- Looking forward to it.

And, hey, man, I'm telling you, jawline.

- Detective Harper said that I proved myself today.

- Really? - I did not.

I said that he did not embarrass himself.

- Ah, well, it was almost six months before she told me that.

You, um, heard about Lucy? - Yeah.

Lopez said she saw her at the hospital.

Said she's still pretty out of it.

She's on her way here.

She's gonna need her union rep to look out for her.

- I'll have her back. - Everyone all right?

- In the most basic sense, yes.

Although I am officially over

this whole "back in uniform" thing.

- I will push IA first thing in the morning

to end it.

Given your heroics today, it should be an easy call.

- Does that mean I'll be able to go back to short sleeves?

We'll see.

- Your wife is calling me. I asked her to do me a thing.

- No need to tell her about my day.

I don't want to worry her. - No problem.

Go get cleaned up. Chen should be here in 20.

- Right.

- Hey. What'd you find out?

- Honestly, I don't know.

The office has no occupants listed.

A very unfriendly woman answered the door,

which set off my Spidey sense.

I couldn't get a name, but I did see

a Special Operations tattoo with the phrase Ego inimicus.

It's Latin for "I am the enemy."

I made a drawing. I'll send it to you.

- Great. I owe you. - No, you don't.

I hope things are okay with Luna.

- Yeah, thanks.

- Okay. Bye.

Nolan.

I'm sorry. Did you say something?

- I did.

But it's okay. We can go over it again later.

- Time is doing funny things. - I know.

It did that for me too.

It'll get better when you get some sleep.

- Is there something I need to do right now?

- IA is on the way.

The public information officer

will need to put out a statement.

If there's anyone you wanna call

before this hits the news, now's the time.

- My parents, I guess.

I don't want to deal with their judgment right now.

I just-- - I can call 'em for you.

- Thank you.

- Wait, John, um, do you know his name?

I...

I don't know his name.

- It's Martin.

His name was Martin.

- Tea's ready.

- Thank you. - Yeah.

You ready for bed?

- Yeah. - Come on.

- No.

I think I'm just gonna stay up for a little bit.

- All right.

You know, listen, Celina's right.

It's gonna be okay.

- I know.

I'll be in in a bit.

- All right.

- Damn it.