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Previously on "the rookie"... Mom.

Hey, Timmy.

Tell your boss the secure phone network

is no longer secure.

Federal ears are listening.

Come on, buddy.

It's creepy how easily he
can fake loving his family.

- They're his disguise.
- They just don't know it.

Traffic camera just captured
glasser and his victim

in a green Jeep cherokee.

All those bodies they
found... Liam did that?

Yes.

Yeah, so there's really no
script for this, you know?

Family court judges, they...
they hear bs all day long.

They just want sincerity.

Remember, you have
every right to be there...

So just speak from the heart,

emphasize how much
you miss your kids.

I'll handle the rest.

Hold on one sec.

Morning.

Liam?

Liam!

Liam, are you there?

- Hey.
- Hey.

Good news... kojo made a new friend

at the dog park this morning.

It's this sweetest little labradoodle.

You can tell he doesn't have

two brain cells to rub together,

but, boy, is he trying.

Then he is right at kojo's level.

And I ran into Mrs. Grant.

She wants to invite us
over for dinner on Saturday.

No. Say no.

She is the biggest gossip
in the neighborhood.

I am aware, which is why I said yes.

- Wha...
- I need to know what's going on

with that yellow house.

Ok, fine.

But if she starts listing off her ailments,

I am faking a family emergency.

Deal.

Ok, I'm gonna be late.

I need to shower.

Ok.

Don't let the eggs burn!

Yep, I'm on it.

Yeah.

Sir.

What?

- How's he doing?
- Stable for now.

He got hit twice.

How about glasser?

Not a scratch on him.

Do we know anything?

It looks like a drive-by shooting.

The mail carrier got shot.

And glasser did not.

Doesn't seem fair.

Innocent bystander
takes a round while an...

Equally innocent civilian escapes harm.

Regardless of the target,
our job remains the same...

contain the scene and investigate.

Go push back the lines.

Press is gonna be landing soon.

We need to control the whole block.

Yes, sir. On it.

All right.

Let's get to it.

So what's going on?

My name is Malcolm Walsh.

I'm Liam glasser's attorney.

Mr. Glasser.

Glad you're ok.

How sweet of you to say.

Any idea who did this?

I can only imagine.

Given my wrongful arrest and detention,

there are a lot of people
who remain angry with me,

despite my being found innocent.

Being found innocent and not prosecuted

are two different things.

Look, none of that matters.

We're gonna need a list of names,

anyone who's threatened you recently.

Of course, I'm happy to help.

Liam, you all right?

Given the circumstances.

This attack needs to be investigated

with the full weight of the LAPD,

or I will rain down destruction...

ok. Dial it down, counselor.

We responded in full force as
soon as that 911 call came in,

and we are ready to dedicate
any necessary resources.

Now, sergeant chen will
take a formal statement

from Mr. Glasser while
officer Nolan and I go inside.

Hold on, hold on.

You do not have permission
to enter my client's home.

The crime scene is out here.

Actually, you're wrong.

We need to retrieve those bullets,

which means we need to go inside.

I'm not giving you a
chance to plant evidence.

- That's not gonna happen.
- You expect me to believe that

after the campaign of
harassment against my client?

Sir, the law couldn't be any more clear.

If you're worried about misconduct,

you can review these body
cams once this case is over.

All right.

Why don't you tell me
everything that happened?

The more thorough you are, the better.

You think he's afraid we'll
find something incriminating?

No, glasser's too disciplined
to leave trophies in the house.

Malcolm's just being a lawyer.

Wife and kids left him, right?

Yeah. Not long after the arrest,

the house became a focal
point for the anger of the victim,

so she filed a restraining
order against him

and moved in with her parents.

Police! Someone here?

Show yourself now!

Oops.

In all the excitement, I forgot...

Hi.

Ooh.

My girlfriend's inside.

I just woke up.

What's happening?

There was a shooting.

Who are you?

Daisy Gallagher.

Otherwise known as
the love of Liam's life.

I'm gonna make some coffee.

You want any?

New firm.

Day one.

Although, I gotta say, it would feel

a little more real if we
actually had, you know,

our own office.

To be fair, we did, just the
building got condemned.

And our security deposit?

I'm working on that.

But the office, it doesn't matter.

We can be lawyers anywhere.

We need clients, Wes.

Otherwise, we're just two dudes
having coffee in your house,

which I'm sure Angela
cannot be happy about.

Correct.

She threatened me with
a slow and painful death

if we're not out of here by Thursday.

Yeah.

Hey.

Maybe this is a new client.

- Yeah, right.
- Hello.

Yo. Hi.

I... I got your name
from Monica Stevens.

She used to be my
lawyer, but now I guess

she got disbarred or something.

Anyway, I'm in a bit of
a jam, or a potential jam,

and she said that, I should hire you.

She said that $50,000
should get the ball rolling.

Yeah.

That is a solid retainer.

Can you tell me what your
potential legal liability is?

Not on the phone.

Just come to my house.

I'll text you the address.

Hey, can you pick up some
single malt on the way?

You know what? Never mind.

I'll just order it myself.

And hurry, 'cause I think the cops

might swing by on the "soon" side.

Yeah.

Come on. You're pulling my leg.

You're telling me that
was a potential client?

It is, indeed.

And he's in immediate
need of our services.

Just give me one second.

Yeah, yeah, do your thing.

You're welcome!

Thanks, I think.

Anything we need to
know about this guy?

Ethan mcavoy.

So he made a fortune
at the dawn of the Internet

and has done literally nothing since,

except try to spend it all
on bad lifestyle choices.

He's a dream client.

He's always getting
into some kind of trouble.

Sometimes he forgets
that he's already paid

and sends a duplicate check.

Which you return promptly, of course.

You're adorable.

Hey, I've gotta jump.

Good luck.

Sam, thanks for getting
back to me so quick.

Why the hell did I get a bagel

with a side of burner
phone delivered to my door?

I want a meeting with Aiden.

That's not happening.

You're a rat.

No, I'm a double agent.

Remember, I gave your
boss a heads-up that the FBI

had access to the
encrypted phone system.

I saved him and you
from certain prosecution.

Yeah, well, technically,

I gave him the heads-up, all right?

Your name was never even mentioned.

So peddle your

cheap game of quid
pro quo somewhere else.

Aiden's off-limits.

Someone shot at Liam glasser.

What? Was he hit?

No.

But the mailman was.

They just took him into surgery.

Where the hell is Karma
when you need her?

Tell me about it.

But we probably shouldn't joke about it,

given what happened.

And his lawsuit against the LAPD.

Did they catch the shooter?

Not yet.

- Who's that?
- Missing person.

Daniel Gordon, 33.

Went to a party in the hills
last night and didn't return.

It's not even noon yet.

He could be just sleeping off a bender.

Daniel's brother went to
the party house himself

at 6:00 A.M... found the front door open

and the house empty.

There was blood in the primary bedroom

and a chair with restraints still attached.

So either Daniel was
the one tying people up,

or he was the one in the chair.

Agreed. This is a delicate situation,

and I promise you,

we are handling this
with the utmost care.

Hey.

- Mom.
- Hey.

Hey, what are you doing here?

I'm staying with the boys

while genny is at a teacher's
conference in Las Vegas.

- Wait, did she tell you I was...
- yes.

That you're thinking about proposing.

So I brought grandma's ring.

Mom!

She's not here, is she?

No?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm so excited.

Wait, you just travel
with grandma's ring?

Well, my lord, you
introduced me to Lucy,

and she's so fabulous.

And I thought I'd better be prepared.

Yeah.

Mom, this is... this is so sweet.

Thank you.

But I have a very busy day,

so maybe we can just
talk about this after shift.

Ok. Yeah, yeah.

And I am so happy for you.

And it means a lot to me that
you want to use grandma's ring.

Round-the-clock surveillance is

tens of thousands of dollars.

Is that coming out of your salary?

No?

Then I don't see the problem.

He wants us to offer
glasser 24-hour security.

You haven't caught the shooter.

- He's in danger.
- Look.

I'll have units check on him hourly

until this is resolved.

Yeah, that's not good enough.

Ok, look, we're already understaffed.

I need resources to
protect the rest of the city.

Look, glasser's suing
the city for $6 million.

If something happens
to him under your watch,

that could double.

Every time the LAPD settles,

that's more money we don't have

for foster care and homelessness.

- Yeah, we're well aware.
- You may not be able

to afford to protect glasser,

but the city can't afford not to.

So figure it out.

Understood.

We will not let Liam
glasser out of our sight.

Make it fast.

- This is a nightmare.
- Yeah.

It is what it is.

I need you on the shooter.

The faster we bring him in,

the faster glasser's out of our lives.

Now, my money is on a family
member of one of the victims.

So cross-reference
that list with gray sedans,

see if anyone bought a gun recently.

Got it.

And you're sure you want me on this?

Every step of this case
needs to be bulletproof.

I know you'll make sure it is.

Ok.

We need to get to court.

Well, maybe I should
request an adjournment.

With this shooting, we have

clear extenuating circumstances.

Yeah, ones that could make him

hesitant to rule in my favor.

Yes, sir.

LAPD will be providing

round-the-clock protection for you

until this shooter's been apprehended.

You're my bodyguard?

Officer penn and I will be taking

the first shift, yes, sir.

Then you can escort us to court.

Court? For what?

I'm suing my ex-wife for
joint custody of our children.

Took you long enough.

Score.

So last night, I rented
a house in the hills,

just a selective little get-together

for a hundred of my closest friends.

I don't actually remember most of it

because I was strung way
out on some premium yeyo.

And then... This morning, I got a call

from the brother of one of my guests...

someone I barely know, by the way.

And it turns out that this particular guest,

Daniel, didn't make it home.

When was the last time
that you saw Daniel?

Last night at the party.

Everything was chill.

I mean, he was still there when
I bounced at, like, 2:00 A.M.

Ok, that's good.

Has Daniel ever been inside this house?

No way. I barely know the guy.

So there's nothing the cops could find

if they were to show up with a warrant?

Absolutely not.

Warrant or no warrant, when
the cops do come knocking,

it might be a good idea to
put on some fresh clothes

and maybe not be high as a kite.

Yeah.

That's a good point.

Let me go get cleaned up.

All right.

Oops.

- That's not a bathroom.
- No.

Which seems incredible, considering

this place has, like, 19 of them.

My god!

Hey, everything ok?

Yes.

Sorry. Maybe.

Remind me of the rules.

Legally... If you see a dead body,

do you have to tell somebody?

Is there a dead body in your bathroom?

I feel like you should
answer my question first.

Right.

Hypothetically, if there
was somebody in there,

would calling 911 for medical attention

be of any benefit to them at all?

No.

Ok, would you excuse us for a minute?

I just need to confer with my colleague.

Come here.

What the hell are we doing here?

Look, if we don't know
what's in that room,

we got nothing to say to the police.

I am not comfortable with this.

Join the club, Sean.

But this is the job.

Our duty is to our client.

And the law is crystal clear.

"The people versus Meredith."

Attorney-client privilege is
not limited to conversation.

It also extends to observations made

as a consequence of
protected communications.

- Right?
- Yeah.

Motion sensor alarm.

Front door!

Terrific.

Why is my husband's car here?

Hey!

What are you doing here?

Well, Sean and I signed our first client.

Yay!

Great.

We need to talk to him about the party

he threw in the hills last night.

Yeah, that's not gonna happen.

You know how this works.

Ethan mcavoy is exercising
his fifth amendment right

to prevent against self-incrimination.

Believe me, I get it.

Daniel Gordon is missing,
and your client was

the last person to see him alive.

Of course he doesn't wanna talk to us.

Come on.

There were a hundred
people at that party.

It's a bit of a stretch to
assume that Ethan was

involved in something nefarious.

Well, actually, we talked to
several of the party guests,

and they witnessed
Daniel and Ethan arguing

when Daniel wanted to
leave around 1:00 A.M.

Yeah, Ethan pulled him back inside,

said he had something
cool to show him upstairs.

And this morning, police
found blood and restraints

in the primary bedroom,
along with personal items

belonging to Daniel, but no Daniel.

Well, that is all incredibly circumstantial

and irrelevant at this moment,
because you do not have

a warrant to enter this house.

We'll be back with the search warrant.

I look forward to that.

I got a gift for you.

I doubt it.

Actually, it's more for the task force.

But I'm hoping to get paid a little extra.

And there it is.

But it would be money well spent.

The FBI has been chasing
Aiden Warner for a decade.

Now, I hear his right-hand
man, Sam warrick,

is looking for a way out.

If you make the right
approach, he'll flip on his boss.

But you need to move quick.

What are you looking to get out of this?

I was thinking six figures, maybe seven.

Lucky for me, that's a
garza conversation to have.

Fair enough.

Now, I assume you have

a point of view of how
I should make contact?

That I do.

You know, you should
really consider rehab.

I know a great facility.

Yeah, yeah. Ok.

It's on my bucket list.

Yeah.

- How'd that go?
- It's fine.

They're gone.

But they will come back
when they have a warrant,

and they will find
whatever it is you're hiding.

Yeah, understood.

I am dead on my feet.

I'm... I'm gonna crash for a couple hours,

and then, I'll be able
to think more clearly.

Seriously, fellas, you
don't gotta go home,

but you can't stay here.

Don't do anything to make this worse.

Hi, Mr. Farina.

Yes, this is detective Nyla Harper.

I need to talk with you
about Liam glasser...

hello?

Ok.

Yes, I am calling regarding an
attack made on Liam glasser.

I-.

I was hoping to verify your whereabouts

at 7:00 this morning.

Are you there?

Yeah. So according to my records,

you own a gray sedan.

Is that... hello?

I need to talk with you
about Liam glasser.

And you're gone.

Hey.

Any luck with the victims' families?

I am still working my way down the list.

Half of them hang up
when I mention glasser.

Half hang up when I give my name,

and the other half say,
"if I shot at that bastard,

I wouldn't have missed."

I don't think that's how math works.

But, hey, what do I know?

Ballistics report.

Shooter used a 9-millimeter handgun.

Really?

It's not exactly a weapon
of choice for a drive-by.

No wonder they missed.

All right, I will check the gun registry

for victims' family members.

Bradford, your office.

Godspeed.

First thing we do, let's
kill all the lawyers.

Shakespeare said that.

What did Wesley do?

He's representing the prime suspect

in a potential homicide I'm investigating,

- and he's jamming me up.
- Ok.

So his job is now to
make you do your job.

You've been here
before. You'll do it again.

Jury's out on whether
the marriage survives it.

Speaking of, there is something

that I would like to show you in secret.

My god, it's finally happening.

Keep your voice down.

Yes, it is happening eventually.

But my mom found
out and ran over here

with my grandma's engagement ring,

and now I don't know what to think.

I think using a family ring is

a beautiful way to honor the... no.

You can't use this.

Right? It's just... it's so gaudy.

And purple.

Is that part of the problem?

I mean, maybe I could
just switch out the stone.

It's all a problem.

You cannot propose to
Lucy with this monstrosity.

Nice place.

Whatever you're selling, I don't want it.

That's not what I heard.

Monica tells me you're
in a difficult situation,

and you're looking for a way out.

You know, I can help with that.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Look, I get it.

It's a big step, but what we can...

Aiden.

It's all right, j.

Monica here is an old friend.

Better friend than you even realize.

I'm here with information
that'll save your life.

Really?

There's a mole in your organization.

The only mole here is you.

Everybody knows that
you work for the FBI.

Which is how I know that lately,

your name has been on
every federal agent's lips.

I wondered why, so I
did a little investigating.

That is lieutenant Wade
grey of the lapd/fbi task force

meeting with your number two.

You've been sold out by
the man you trusted the most.

Maybe.

Or maybe this is just a setup.

No.

Remember when Sam
told you that the FBI had

cracked into the
encrypted phone network?

He steered you to use
the system that he found.

That was under instructions
from the task force.

We'll find out.

Hey, whatever she's telling you, it's a lie.

You talking to the feds, Sam?

- No.
- She has you on video.

That guy just sat down.

She's probably the one who sent him.

How did you know about
the encrypted phones then?

- She told me.
- I did not!

Ok, let's say I did.

Don't you think Sam here
would have told you that

that information came from me?

You bitch.

She's right.

No.

For god's sake, man, she's lying!

- Kill him.
- She's lying!

Finish him off.

Wait.

Why shouldn't I just toss
you in there with him?

Because I can help you.

I'm looking for an exit package,

a one-time payment that will get me

out of the game for life.

You give me that,

I will get the FBI to
target anyone you want,

clear the field of your rivals

so you can corner the market.

They were supposed to
use the other entrance.

Dad?

- Hey, buddy.
- Hey, stay away from him.

The restraining order
is still enforceable here.

He just wants to hug his child.

Cut the theatrics.

No contact outside supervised visits

unless that judge says otherwise.

And since he hasn't said that yet,

- we're gonna abide by the terms.
- All right.

All right. We're not gonna do this.

Everyone take a step back.

Why don't you get Theo squared away?

Ok.

Remember what we talked about?

The judge might wanna hear
from you, but it'll be private.

You can just tell him
anything you feel, ok?

Ok.

What are you doing here?

It's a protective detail.

Why don't you get them
inside, check the other doors?

Gentlemen.

I just need a minute.

What do you mean, protective?

Someone shot at Liam this morning.

What? Where?

At the house.

My god. Are we safe?

Our best guess is someone blames Liam

for what happened to their loved ones.

He was the only target, no one else.

I have to tell Diana.

If anything, this will help
us fight his custody suit.

It's not safe for him to
be around my children.

Hey, you got a second?

Yeah, I'm just waiting on the gun registry

to get back to me
about recent purchases

that haven't made it into the system yet.

Should I be scared?

No. It's, just beyond top secret.

Is it happening?

It's complicated.

You'll know why when you open the box.

Sweet lord.

Ok.

See, I thought Angela was overreacting.

Is it really that bad?

Ooh, 100%.

Let me guess. Grandmother?

Yeah, and it'll break my mom's heart

- if I don't use it, but i...
- But nothing.

You get down on one knee
and hand Lucy this abomination,

she will start crying,
and not in a good way.

Ok, well, on the other hand,

I tell my mom gg's ring is hideous,

and she'll start crying too.

I am suddenly starting to feel

so much better about
how my day is going.

Thanks for nothing.

Your honor, this past year has been

the most painful of my life.

Being accused of horrific crimes

that I did not commit almost broke me.

But the one thing that kept me going

was the thought that I would one day

get to hold my children again.

I know that the LAPD's allegations have

destroyed my marriage.

I've given up hope of convincing Miranda

of my innocence.

But I won't give up on my kids.

I need them to know that
I would never hurt anyone

and that I love them.

Thank you.

It's getting late.

We are in recess until
11:00 A.M. tomorrow morning.

That was perfect.

I gotta run to a meeting.

I'll call you later.

Keep him safe.

What do you think, John?

Did I sway the judge?

It's officer Nolan.

Let's go.

What do you mean he's
already been picked up?

Where is my son?

Stay with glasser.

Where's the woman
who was here earlier?

I don't... I'm sorry.

I don't know.

Your son knew the
lady that picked him up.

She said that she was his mom.

I'm his mother!

Officer, I need a full
lockdown, nobody in or out.

Door-to-door search for Theo glasser.

Nine-year-old boy, brown
hair, blue sweater, brown pants.

Hey, let me go with you.
I have to help find him.

Absolutely not. It's too dangerous.

- He does not leave this hallway.
- Yes, sir.

You're with me. Come on.

Excuse me.

One of you this way.

That's him.

Cancel lockdown.

I got eyes on Theo. He's safe.

East corridor.

Is your card the eight of spades?

How'd you do that?

Ma'am, please stand up.

Step away from the boy.

I'm not done with my trick.

Stand up and step away now.

Theo!

Theo. My god.

Did you tell the child
center you were his mom?

No.

Of course not.

I said I was his stepmom.

Stepmom?

Well, I will be.

I hope.

I met Theo at the last visitation.

Liam didn't tell you about me?

She was reported as
a potential babysitter,

not some Booty call.

Daisy, what are you doing here?

I came to see you and Theo.

I'm so sorry Liam didn't tell you about us.

I know it must be hard
to find out this way.

He tortured and killed eight people.

Do you really think I care
which one of us moves on first?

All right, let's go back to our corners.

Officer penn, will you please escort

Mr. Glasser and Daisy to their cars?

- I'll be right there.
- Let's go.

Bye, Theo.

I love you so much.

Bye, Theo.

Bye, dad.

He did this on purpose.

He is toying with me to
show that he is still in charge.

I am so sorry this happened.

There will be a full
investigation, I promise.

I'm sorry, I have to take this.

- Yeah?
- Hey, where are you?

At family court.

Officer penn is escorting
Mr. Glasser back to his car.

I'm with the ex-wife.

Ok, do not let her out of your sight.

Why?

Three days ago, she bought
a 9-millimeter handgun.

- Mrs. Glasser...
- calvert.

I dropped his name months ago.

Ms. Calvert, if you
could please take a seat.

How insane do you think I am?

The stupidest thing I
could do for my children

is shoot at that man.

Why would I risk prison
when I'm the only parent,

the only safe place those kids have?

Ok, listen, I know that
this can be difficult...

you don't know anything.

He is out of prison because of you.

We could have moved
away, rebuilt our lives

anywhere else if it hadn't been for you.

And you know what?

If he gets access to those
kids, that's on you too.

Not entirely.

Look, I am well-versed in
your ex-husband's head games.

He is playing you, just like he played me,

taunting and goading
until I acted irrationally,

all the while playing the
sweet and innocent victim.

Yes.

And he's going to use the
fact that the LAPD suspects me

of gun violence against him
as leverage to get joint custody.

He wins yet again.

Thanks a lot for that.

All right, so let's get
you off of the suspect list

so that does not happen.

Look, the only way for
you to take away his power

is to not give yours away.

I let my emotions take over,

and that nearly cost me my career.

Your family is on the line.

The stakes could not be higher.

And being painted as the crazy lady

in a patriarchal justice system
does not end well for you.

I am on your side, Miranda.

But you have to stay in control.

So please, just..

Talk to me.

Hey.

Is everything ok?

Not really.

I spent the day forcing
myself to be professional

next to a serial killer

whom I have to pretend
isn't a serial killer.

And even worse,

it looks like there's a very real chance

he'll get joint custody of his kids.

How is it that the universe
loves Liam glasser so much?

Love is a strong word.

His luck will run out eventually.

I wish I could be satisfied with that idea.

Look, no one is satisfied
by that idea, John.

It's just something we say
to make ourselves feel better

when we realize we can't
control other people's lives.

You're right.

Life never promised to be just or fair.

Neither does your job.

But just so it is said out loud

and your feelings are validated,

it is totally unfair that you
have to protect a serial killer

who tried to kill you.

Thank you for saying that.

You make everything better.

I'm sorry, but I have to pee.

That's too bad.

You should have thought of
that before you engaged me.

So your hunch paid off.

Literally within an hour of us landing,

he drove to a home improvement store.

Let me guess... he wasn't
there to improve his home.

That is correct.

Looks like he picked up a hacksaw

and pretty much
everything else you'd need

to dispose of a body.

Stay on him.

I'll get the on-call judge
to sign off on a warrant.

A warrant?

For what?

That's cute.

But seriously, warrant for what?

Wouldn't you like to know?

Yeah, no, I would love to know.

That would be very, very helpful for me.

But I can tell that you're
not gonna help me.

Hey, Sean.

- Hey.
- Meet me at Ethan's house.

Angela's got her search warrant.

- I will be there in about...
- Daddy, what's for dinner?

I'll be there when I can.

Who wants chicken nuggets?

Me!

Sean.

She already had the
warrant when I got here.

Did she find anything?

Ok, I know this looks bad,
but I swear I'm innocent.

We caught you cutting up the body.

Ok, that I did do, but I didn't kill anyone.

Stop talking.

Don't say a word until

we talk to you at the station, ok?

Are you saying that you can't help me?

No, of course we can help.

But they have evidence, Ethan...

very strong evidence that
you killed Daniel Gordon.

I didn't, though.

It was Walter.

Who's Walter?

Old friend.

Bad influence.

I met... I met him years
ago when I was riding high.

And, a couple months ago,

we got together, and I was telling him

how the cash was finally gonna run out.

I was gonna have to sell my house.

And he said to me, "I've got a plan."

All right, something that he had done

in, Nevada and New York.

He said low-risk, big
payoff, and foolproof.

What was this plan?

What did he need you to do?

Rent a party house
and invite a fund crowd.

Walter had met this
spot trader named Daniel

who was bragging about
his fat Bitcoin wallet.

I... I was supposed to
show the guy a good time,

get him drunk, get him
stoned, and bring him upstairs.

And then Walter would hit him
with some sodium Pentothal.

And an hour later, Daniel
would give up his password.

Next day, he wouldn't remember a thing,

and by the time he
checked his accounts,

we would have drained them dry.

Daniel was beaten.

I mean, I didn't stick
around for any of that.

I went home.

Next thing I remember, it's morning,

and Daniels' brother's on the phone.

And that's when I knew something bad

must have happened.

I've been texting Walter all day,

and he... he does not answer.

Well, that's because he set you up.

He snuck into your house
after you were passed out,

left Daniel's body in your bathroom.

Probably split town.

And... and what happens now?

You know, we'll do our
best to cut you a good deal,

but you are gonna have to come clean,

tell the da everything
you know about Walter

and what happened that night.

And if I don't wanna do that?

They charge you with murder.

You go to trial,

and, in my professional
opinion, you lose.

But I didn't kill him.

It doesn't matter what you did, Ethan.

It matters what they can prove to a jury.

Yeah.

Ok.

I didn't used to be this screwed up.

I ran a successful business.

People looked up to me.

What the hell happened?

This must be killing everyone,

needing to protect me,
after all we've been through.

Tell me, how's detective
Harper doing with it?

I wouldn't know.

Tell her I've been thinking about her.

I surely won't.

Hey, what's up?

Hey, are you at the courthouse yet?

We're just landing now.

Ok, you need to get
glasser to a secure location.

We have ID'd the shooter.

His name is Lance Thomas.

Glasser killed his father.

Lance's phone GPS
puts him at the courthouse,

and gun records show he bought
more than just a 9-millimeter.

Get down!

Officer down!

Shots fired at family courthouse.

Shooter is a white male, shotgun,

dark hair, brown shirt.

Police!

Drop the weapon!

What?

Police! Drop it!

- You hit bad?
- I don't think so.

All right, stay here. Radio
for ambulance and backup.

Get down!

Get down! Get down!

Get down!

Gun! He's got a gun!

No, no, no!

- You killed my dad!
- No, I didn't.

I didn't.

The police, they... they made that all up.

Shut up!

You were the last face he saw.

And now I'm the last face you'll ever see.

Officer down!

Officer down.

Requesting an rn to my location.

Hey.

My god.

Am I dead?

No.

As far as I can tell,
the vest caught it all.

I feel like I've been kicked by a horse.

Ok, look, stay still, ok?

Ambulance is on the way.

You took a bullet for me.

Yeah, how about that?

Are you ok? How did this happen?

You know, just being my
regular heroic self and...

did you check for a cardiac contusion?

- Yes.
- And a pneumothorax, because...

a broken rib could
puncture the pleural sac.

- Yes, we checked.
- Yeah, see?

I am fine.

That's not what I said.

You'll be in agony for the next week.

But all in all, you were very lucky.

Looks like glasser's not the only one

the universe loves.

This is too loose.

I'm gonna fix this.

Ok, it's... I'm fine.

I'm all right.

You don't have to fuss.

You don't get to tell me to stop fussing.

I have been very clear... no getting shot.

You get shot, there are
serious consequences.

- Really? Like what?
- First of all,

I'm gonna dote on you
like a victorian invalid.

Torture.

You will not lift a finger next week.

That is strict, but fair.

I'm glad you're ok.

Me too.

So how do you feel about your first case

as a defense attorney?

It was... Different.

You know, I used to think
of the grieving families

as my clients, and
now I'm defending a guy

who chops up bodies.

They're not all as bad as Ethan.

Some are worse?

They pay less.

That's a great combo.

Look, I get it, though.

I mean, Ethan's not a good guy.

But when you got all
this working against you,

you need someone who's
completely on your side.

That's where we fit in.

We keep them honest.

And deep down, even
Angela appreciates that.

Yeah, maybe.

I'll see you.

If you're not busy, found an office space

- you're gonna love.
- Great.

As long as it's not in a strip mall.

Well, come on.

Can't beat the convenience
of a cell phone repair

and a boba tea right next door.

- Hey, how about I pick the office, ok?
- Sure.

- Hey.
- Hi.

I'm excited.

Lucy's not here, is she?

No, but she'll be home
in about 15 minutes,

and, I just wanted a little
one-on-one time with my mom.

Ok, why does that sound ominous?

Because it's about grandma's ring.

You don't like it?

No, I... it's... it's very, very special.

It is.

And I was excited to give it to Lucy.

But, you know, I went
and got it appraised,

and that... that stone,
it... it's actually cut glass.

It's fake?

Yeah.

My god!

I wondered how daddy could afford

a ring so big straight out of high school.

Look, I think Lucy would love it

for its history, its sentimental value,

but I... I can't ask her with it.

I understand.

I do.

It's really glass?

Thank you for telling me.

What if I took you
ring shopping with me?

I think I know Lucy's taste,

but I would love to have your perspective.

Really?

Tim!

Moms never get to do this part.

- I'd love that.
- Ok.

Hey.

What did I miss?

One omelet, side of
toast, and a glass of oj.

The classic breakfast in bed.

Honestly, it's the only way
to actually keep you in bed.

Yes, because you're
so good at sitting still.

I mean, thank you.

I love you.

I could not ask for more.

Are we out of coffee?

I'll go get you some.

I don't deserve you.

You don't.

Hello?

It's Diana, Miranda's attorney.

I need your help.

She's gone awol.

Her parents said she loaded up the car

with the kids and left before dawn.

If she misses her 2:00
P.M. court date today,

she's gonna get arrested for kidnapping.

And Liam glasser would
get sole custody of those kids.

Damn it.