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No, but seriously, what,

what is it like dating a celebrity?

Awesome.

Yeah, he can always get a reservation,

and the parties are sick.

Reservations.

Well, we're happy that you're happy.

- Liar.
- No!

No! No. I am.

It's just... Aah!

Men suck!

- Ouch.
- Okay, no.

The... The single men in LA suck.

Every time I go out on a date

and they find out that I'm a cop,

they just get scared off.

Uh, except for the freak who begged you

to pepper spray his junk.

Oh! Peter Pepper-balls.

Wow!

I told you that in confidence.

Look, those aren't men.
Those are boys, okay?

Real men are not afraid
of strong women.

Also, I hate to be
the bearer of bad news...

dating a civilian, bad idea.

I was told dating cops was a mistake.

What, am I supposed to join a nunnery?

Sister Officer Lucy Chen?

Look, no, I'm saying that...

right now, end of shift means

leaving the job behind
when you go home.

But in success, each one of you
is gonna catch cases

that kick your ass,

that consume your every waking thought.

And non-cops won't be able to identify.

Worse. They're gonna resent you

for caring more about the dead
than the living.

Was your wife on the job?

No. No. She was
an elementary school teacher.

Yeah, kept me sane. Totally sane.

I don't know what I did for her.

Made her laugh, I guess...
on a good day.

Anyway, time for another round.

Hey, no, no, no.
Uh, I got it. I got it.

Sorry.

Excuse me.

Sorry!

Excuse me?

Yeah, okay.

Pace yourself.
It's a marathon, not a sprint.

Have you been waiting here long?

What month is it?

Ohh.

Maybe we should just hop the counter.

Yeah, I'm not much of a hopper,

but I am a rock star
at creating diversion.

How do you feel about small fires?

Mm. Define "small."

Caleb.

Lucy.

Nice to meet you.

What brings you out
on a Wednesday night?

Uh, I'm just... hanging out
with some friends from work.

Oh, looks like a fun group.

What do you do?

I, uh...

- I-I work for the city.
- Mm.

Let me guess... garbage man.

Sorry. Garbage person.

Yeah. Uh, actually, I prefer
"sanitation goddess."

- Seriously?
- What?

Uh, nothing. I...

Sorry.

Is everything okay?

Sorry. I-It was really nice
to meet you.

Hey. Stop. You're under arrest.

Don't move.

Surprise. I'm a cop.

Hey.

Are you going to work?

Ah, figured it was time
to get off the couch.

The doctor said to take it easy.

You sure you're ready?

Yeah.

Yeah, the pills are working.

I haven't had a panic attack
since the first one.

I'm all good.

Okay. I just worry, you know?

I know.

But today is gonna be a great day.

Mm.

There's coffee in the kitchen.

Let me take a quick shower,
and I'll walk out with you.

Okay.

At 0500 this morning,

guards at Central California
Women's Facility

prepared Prisoner 081316 for transport.

Rosalind Dyer,

the most rare of unicorns...

a female serial killer.

For the last five years,
she's been on death row,

confined to an 11-by-8 cell.

Today, she's coming to us.

Now, before I get
to assignment details,

I want to defer to Assistant
District Attorney Del Monte

for background on Ms. Dyer.

Sean?

Thank you, Sergeant.

- Good morning, everyone.
- Good morning.

My name is Sean Del Monte.

For those of you who are not
familiar with this case,

in 2015, Rosalind Dyer was convicted

in the torture and mutilation
killings of seven individuals.

But there's evidence that
the body count is much higher.

In three of those seven murders,
the bodies were never recovered,

so now Dyer has agreed
to show us the location

- of those three victims.
- Excuse me, sir.

- In exchange for what?
- Well,

her sentence will be
commuted from death

to life without parole.

Why the hell are we
cutting her that break?

Well, it's not for her.

It's for the families of those victims.

They've been waiting a long time
for closure.

Yeah, what about the other families?

The ones that we promised
the death penalty?

What do we tell them?
'Cause they're calling me.

Just tell them it's above
your pay grade, Detective.

Why does she have to come here?

Can't she just tell you
where the bodies are?

She claims not to know
their precise locations.

Griffith Park is over 4,000 acres.

Dyer says the only way she'll be
able to identify the dig sites

is by retracing her original footsteps.

Sounds like an excuse

to get out in the sun,
relive her kills.

Maybe, but she knows
if she doesn't lead us

to all three bodies
that the deal is off, so...

Okay, let's get down to it.

First, the station needs to be
locked down for her arrival.

Processing is officially
closed for business.

All suspects in our holding cells

will be shipped to the Twin Towers.

This is so surreal.

An honest-to-God serial killer?

The psychology is pretty fascinating...

well, biology, really.

Brain-scan research shows clear
differences in the amygdala

and the supramarginal gyrus
of a signature killer.

English?

They lack the ability to feel empathy.

There's also data that
suggests some psychopaths

could have a decreased sense of smell.

Making it easier for them
to deal with dead bodies?

Man, the universe has
a sick sense of humor.

Yeah, it's like a whole kind
of different species

than the normal riffraff we handle.

The meat and potato criminals.

What did we arrest you for?

I stole my neighbor's sex doll.

Said with no shame at all.

- A man has needs.
- Right.

And they're usually
transactional in nature.

You're horny, you steal
a sex toy from your neighbor,

and then you get caught,

because no thought or
planning goes into the act.

Right. Only, with Rosalind,

the act that fulfilled the need
was torture.

Man, woman, black, white...

each one scratched a different itch.

Damn. That girl is messed up.

I was in college when they found
the first victims.

It was all anyone talked about...

that and "How could a woman
be so barbaric?"

I worked one of the scenes.

Fourth victim... Lisa Cruz.

Homicide detectives warned me
not to look at the body.

- Should've listened.
- Oh, my God.

Lucy.

Uh... hey.

Caleb, from the bar last night.

Yeah. Uh...

I hope this isn't weird,
but you left with your perp

before I had a chance
to ask your number.

We don't call them "perps."

Right. Sorry.

Anyway, this is my info.

If you ever feel like
waiting in vain for a drink,

give me a call.

You got a last name, there, Caleb?

Uh, yes, sir. Wright, with a "W."

What do you do?

If you say "screenwriter,"
you're going in a cell.

I manage a medical supply
company downtown.

I'm sorry about him. Things are
a little crazy right now.

No problem. It was nice meeting you.

Officer.

What?

Hey.

You okay?

That obvious?

You just seem a little... tight.

I led the task force
that caught Rosalind.

For two years, we pulled
on every desperate thread,

praying we wouldn't have to stand

over another mutilated body.

Can't imagine how devastating
that was for you.

Yeah.

So, you can see why I'm not so happy

that Rosalind demanded I come
on this little field trip.

Any advice on how to deal with her?

Don't try to figure her out.

'Cause I'm not qualified?

Because therein lies the madness.

Is there any real rationale

why someone would take off
a person's hands?

Or pour boiling oil
down someone's throat?

We've all got this morbid
curiosity to ask why.

Don't.

You don't want to know
what's in her head.

And you sure as hell
don't want her in yours.

You have an ETA?

Yeah.

Now.

- Sergeant Grey?
- Yeah.

Sergeant Hernandez.

Her last meal was at 0600.

Her last use of the bathroom
was 47 minutes ago,

so you're good for two more hours,

- but you will...
- I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

What is all this?

Eighth Amendment. Covers
cruel and unusual punishment.

If she's in your custody,
the rules still apply.

Inmate bill of rights,
including the update of SB-1146,

so you don't get yourself sued.

Okay, what... what am I signing?

It's a sworn affidavit

that states that I,
Sergeant Antonio Hernandez,

California Department of Corrections,

hereby transfer Prisoner 081316

to the custody of Sergeant Wade Grey,

Los Angeles Police Department.

Thank you.

Okay! Bring her out!

Hello, Nick.

Rosalind.

Are you gonna introduce me
to your friends?

They got name tags. You got eyes.

That's not very gracious, Nick,

after all that we've been through.

Ohh.

Thank you.

Do you want us to leave the chair?

That requires more paperwork.

No.

She'll be covering rough terrain.

She'll have to walk.

Get her prepped.

We're wheels up in 20.

Think all this is really necessary?

It's gonna be a circus.
Press is lined up outside.

Operational security
is going to be crucial.

Another one, sir?

Here you go.

Arms up, palms out.

They did this back at the prison.

And I'm doing it again.

Thorough. I appreciate that.

I once pulled every tooth
out of the head

of a predatory anesthesiologist.

It'd have been easier
to just take a hammer to him,

but a person should
take pride in their work.

Don't you think, Officer Nolan?

Ma'am, if you're trying to shock me,

you're in for a disappointment.

Mm. I like a challenge.

How about it?

Should I take you to the good
doctor's body first, Sean?

As long as we get all three,
the order doesn't matter.

Ohhh... Spoken like an
uninspired civil servant.

Sean's a yawn in a midrange suit.

Only made this deal 'cause
he's running for DA next year.

Hands up.

Expecting trouble?

Preparing for it.

We're good to go.

Alright. Let's move her out.

Bravo team, mission
accomplished. Safe travels.

Copy that. You too.

Now for a nice, leisurely lap
around Los Angeles.

- What are you doing?
- Nothing.

Get your head in the game.

Today's the most dangerous day
you've ever spent on the job.

Couldn't ask
for a nicer day for a hike.

Dating anyone, Nick?

It's been five years
since Rebecca died.

Time to get back on that horse,
don't you think?

You must have needs.

That's enough.

Ooh.

You have a protector here, Nick.

Officer Nolan has your back.

He must not know
what you did to catch me.

Such a lovely day.

Mm.

Shall we?

I love this hike.

Sometimes, early in the morning,

you'll see rabbits
darting along the trail.

And, of course,
the coyotes come out at night.

How did you carry a body
all the way up here?

Oh, he was still alive at this point.

Thought we were going on a picnic.

There was a moment,

as we got deeper in the woods,
when he showed

just a sliver of fear, but...

then he remembered he was a man

and didn't have to worry
about things like that.

Adam Team, we are now headed...

31 degrees northeast.

Hey, how much further?

A ways.

She's enjoying this.

Well, as long as three families
get closure today,

I don't care what she feels.

Ah, you mean as long as
you get your photo op?

Man, why are you so determined
to think the worst of me?

You chose to ignore her other murders.

We didn't have enough evidence
to convict.

You understand? We went
with our strongest case.

Yeah, and you cast those
other victims aside.

So those families
may never get any closure.

It's up this way.

Okay, so, you've met the monster.

Is she less scary in the light of day?

Not really.

You think she'll try to escape?

I hope so. It'd be suicide.

She wouldn't make it 10 feet.

She's smart.

I mean, to have killed
for that long, undetected.

Maybe there's a play we're not seeing.

Yeah, to jerk around the police,

feel like she's in control
again, that's her play.

We should take a break.
It's gonna be a long day.

We wouldn't want to burn out too early.

We're gonna hold here.
All units stand by.

Uh...

Armstrong, I'm gonna
take off her cuffs...

just one, just for water.

Got it.

Thank you, Officer Nolan.

You're very sweet.

Don't take it personally.

Just wouldn't want to get

a cruel and unusual punishment
charge lodged against me.

That'd be ironic, huh?

Me accusing someone else
of being cruel.

And I could teach a master class
on unusual punishments.

What?

I thought I saw movement.

Do we have any other personnel
in the woods with us today?

- No.
- No.

Ow!

- Ow! I'm hit!
- Flank him.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- Let me see. Let me see!
- I can't see. I can't see.

Let me see! Move your hand.

You just caught some shrapnel.
It's just blood in your eye.

Drop the gun!

Drop the gun!

Put it down on the ground now!

Hands up in the air!

Hands behind your head!
Interlock your fingers!

- Who else is with you?
- Nobody.

Are you trying to free Rosalind?

Free her?

I'm trying to kill her.

She murdered my wife.

Hey. What the hell happened?

Peter's wife was Rosalind's
third official victim.

We only found half her body.

In the years since,
I have been to this man's house

more times than I can count...

dinners, kids' birthday parties.

Crimes like this,
you get close to people, and...

First, they lose their mother,
and now this.

Even now, she's still
destroying people's lives.

Look, maybe we should pull the plug.

- No way.
- I agree with the sarge.

I don't care. We have a job to do.

Listen to me, Sergeant,
if you pull the plug now,

we're gonna have to go through
this whole operation

all over again in a week,
maybe a month's time,

and then, this circus will be
twice as big next time.

He's right. We're here.
We should just get it done.

Penny for your thoughts.

Well, I was just thinking
about how you saved my life.

I've literally peeled
a woman's face off,

and yet, you put your body
between me and a bullet.

Why?

It's my job. I don't
get to choose who I save.

Oh, it's funny.

People look at me like I'm an alien,

but it goes both ways.

You don't do sadism,
I don't do selfless.

Ah. We're here.

I buried him at the base of that tree.

I gave him a paralytic.

Put it in his iced tea.

And we watched the sun set as
I took off his hands and feet.

It was such a special day.

Do you know why, Nick?

No. And I don't want to.

It was the first day
that you and I met.

Ohhhh.

You had no idea

when you came to my office that morning

that I was the one
you were looking for.

I thought for sure at first

you were onto me, but...

I could see in your
eyes you had no clue.

So...

I came up here to celebrate.

Got something.

No hands.

It's him.

Holy God!

There's another body.

And it's much fresher.

Six months, nine tops.

Don't look at me.

I've been in prison
for the last five years.

How is this possible?

The only person that knew Rosalind

buried a body in that spot is her,

and she's been on death row
for four years.

Maybe she was working
with someone from back in the day,

- someone we missed.
- Or she inspired a new killer.

And she just so happened
to find the dig spot,

in the middle of a state park?
I don't think so.

They've got to be working together.

But how? All contact

between her and the world
is heavily monitored.

- Let's ask her.
- N-Not yet.

This was coordinated
from the beginning.

She's been playing us since she
made the deal with Del Monte.

You know her better than anyone else.

- What's the play here?
- She wants attention.

So let's not give it to her

till we find out everything
we can about that second body.

Excuse me.

Hey, what's up?

Thank God you're okay.

What? Yeah, I'm fine. Why?

A-A cop was shot?
They said a cop was shot.

No, it was the ADA. But he's okay.

Calm down. I know it's scary.
I should've called you.

No. No, no, no.

Yeah, I just... I, uh...

I just panicked a little.

I mean, I-I'm watching the TV,

and they say a cop was shot,
but t-they didn't say who,

- so...
- Watching TV?

Aren't you at the office?

Yeah. I-I have one here.

Uh, s-sorry. The window's open.

I'm just...

really glad that you're okay.

I'm sorry I didn't call you sooner.

No, it's okay, um...

look, a client just walked in.

I got to go, okay? Bye.

- What are you doing?
- N-Nothing.

Oh.

10 bucks that isn't even his dog.

It's been an awful day.

Can't I just enjoy a cute puppy?

This is your first decomp, right?

Uh, yeah.

Hope you had a light breakfast.

Solomon.

Hey, Bradford. This your mess?

Yeah, for now.

- You good?
- Yeah.

Just got them up on the table,
so don't expect much.

Eh, we're on a clock.

We need to ID the newer body ASAP.

What are the odds of pulling
a print with a mobile scanner?

Zero. Meat's falling off the bone here.

And I might be able to
rehydrate the skin

enough to pull a print, but...

it'll take me a few hours.

Alright, well, as quickly as possible.

Is there anything you can
show us while we're here?

Very different dispositions
between the two victims.

They didn't even bring me the
hands and feet for the older one.

Any idea where they are?

Uh, she didn't say.

Well, the newer victim
doesn't appear to have any

visible premortem mutilations.

Well, we know she was killed

by someone different.

Any guess how she died?

Asphyxiation, most likely.

You see the petechiae around the face?

She was strangled?

I don't think so. No ligature marks.

The face has intradermal hemorrhage,

as if she was screaming for hours.

Plus, all of her nails are busted.

She was trying to claw herself
out of someplace

before she ran out of air.

What's that?

- What?
- Right there.

Huh.

That looks like it was fresh
when she went into the ground.

Are you saying

she was tattooed right before she died?

Well, I'd have to do a proper
examination, but it looks likely.

Okay, DOD6819.

The numbers could be a date.

June 8, 2019?

That would be...

six months ago tomorrow.

What's "DOD"?

"Day of Death."

I don't think I've ever been as calm,

as she looks right now.

That's what not having
a conscience gets you.

Anything?

Well, the warden's having her
cell taken down to the studs,

but so far, nothing.

And she hasn't had
a single visit in there

other than her lawyer
since she's been inside.

Well, who's the lawyer?

Could they have been
acting as a go-between?

No. I know this guy.
He's a straight shooter.

There's no way he'd be involved
with something like this.

So, we're nowhere.

Rosalind's been working on this
for at least a year.

She's too smart to leave behind
any obvious bread crumbs.

So, we take a run at her.

No.

I take a run at her.

Enjoying yourself?

Well...

the real fun is yet to come.

Oh, no, no.

I don't want to talk to you.

I want the Boy Scout.

Officer Nolan...

come on in.

Here I am, as requested.

You don't sound very confident.

You do.

You know the best part
about getting caught?

Getting to relive
every detail with Nick.

I didn't expect that.

How much I'd enjoy
sharing my... experiences,

seeing how they horrified people.

Oh, don't get me wrong.

It didn't get me as high
as the murders themselves.

Those lasted me months.

Who killed the woman in the grave?

Oh, and the trial.
God, I loved the trial.

Cops are jaded.

You really have to work
to see the shock

behind the wall they put up.

But the jury... oof.

Oh.

And the families.

Mm.

I ate their pain like a five-star meal.

Where are you going?

Back to work.

You have someone give me a shout

when you're done pleasuring yourself.

Wait.

Tell me about the body we found.

I could only see her face before
you took me back to the van.

How did she die?

Visual autopsy showed
that she suffocated to death...

most likely in some kind of a container.

Her face showed sign
of intradermal hemorrhage.

Stupid girl.

Wasting all that air screaming.

She probably shortened her life
by an hour.

What about her hands?
Was she trying to free herself?

Yes.

Yes, I imagine the last
few hours of her life

were truly awful.

Now, I've shared something with you.

According to the movies, it's your
turn to share something with me.

So, who killed that woman?

Slow down, Officer Nolan.

We're still in the foreplay stage.

Well, then, tease me with something.

How did the killer know
how to find your burial site?

Because I told them.

What about you?

What would you do if you were
trapped like that girl?

Consume the air as fast as possible

and get it over with

or hold on?

I'd hold on... as long as I could.

You'd only be making it
harder on yourself.

I'd be giving my friends a chance...

the best possible chance
of finding me in time.

Maybe that's the difference.

Between?

You... and me.

I've always known,

ever since I was little,

no one was coming to save me.

Is that why you're so good?

"Yes, ma'am. No, ma'am.
Serve and protect, ma'am."

I'm good because my brain's not broken.

Now, are you gonna give us
something real,

or are we shipping you back to prison?

Because I'm good either way.

Are you?

Okay.

I'll take you to the second grave.

Okay.

You think we're gonna find
another body in there?

I know you will.

I just need you to do
one thing for me first.

And what's that?

Ask Armstrong if I was worth it.

You don't have to answer.

I could just tell her you said,

"No, it wasn't worth it at all."

Nah, she'll know you're lying.

I doubt it. I don't even know
what I'm lying about.

Sh...

She's talking about when I caught her.

Five years ago.

About the time your wife died.

Yeah, Rebecca was...
she was sick for over a year.

I should've taken a leave.

I was about to... or, you know...

at least, I tell myself I was.

And then you caught the case?

Look, they'd already found
a few bodies.

A task force was put together
with the FBI.

They asked me to run our side, I...

should've said "no."

Come on, Nick. No way you could've
known the toll it was gonna take.

But I did.

Deep down, I...

I did, I-I-I knew

I'd barely leave the office.

I knew that every time I tried,

another theory would pop into my head

and I'd have to stay and run it down.

Every time I had a few days off,
another body would pop up.

And how could I walk away
when all these grieving families

called me every day, wanting answers?

Any detective would have done the same.

No!

Nolan!

Don't let me off that easy! Don't!

My wife was dying! I wasn't there!

The day she died, I...

I wasn't there,
so there's no excusing that.

So, what do you want me
to tell Rosalind?

Hey.

Catching you...

was worth everything it cost me.

Looks like she was killed
more recently than the last one.

Yeah, three months ago, maybe four.

Check for the tattoo on her ribs.

Day of Death... September 8th.

That's three months ago to the day.

The first body we found was killed

exactly three months before that.

So, if the pattern continues...

Someone's getting killed today.

Your friend already has a
victim, don't they?

Duh.

That clearly is a ritual
that must be followed.

Tell us who it is.

Why on Earth would I do that, Nicholas?

These women are my victims
as much as the killer's.

And now they have another
one, and I will savor

every second of your
futile race to save her.

We've got less than 24 hours
to save this girl.

What is the plan?

You and Nolan
meet the body at the morgue.

We need an ID on both bodies.

If we can connect
the first two victims,

we might be able to predict the third.

- That's a Hail Mary.
- You have a better idea?

I'm going to the prison,
turn it upside down.

That's where she planned
this whole thing.

It's our best shot
to get some evidence.

Alright. I'll have Bradford
and Chen meet you there.

You... the morgue.

Hey, we need to pull a fingerprint.

Well, let's see
what I have to work with.

Oh, that's doable.

She's in better shape
than the last one.

- Huh.
- What is it?

There's a slight discoloration
under what's left of her nails.

Saw it in the first victim's, as well.

Took a swab.

And?

It's a microbe strain

indigenous to animals
in Africa and Asia.

So, does that mean both victims
flew internationally?

Unlikely.

For the microbe to remain
present on the victim's hand,

they would've had to come in
contact right before they died.

When they were killed.

Is there somewhere in LA
they could've been exposed?

The zoo.

You think our guy was tattooing

and suffocating his
victims in one of the most

heavily trafficked
attractions in the city?

No, um, not that one. The old zoo.

The one they shut down in the '60s.

I found it when I was
first exploring LA.

It's abandoned, it's isolated.

And it's close to the two burial sites.

Is it possible,

those microbes can still
exist in the soil there?

Yes.

I don't know what you think
you're gonna find.

We've tossed Rosalind's cell
top to bottom,

searched every item in there.

Hey, you never know. Sometimes
a fresh set of eyes can help.

This is a dead end.

Yeah.

W-W-Where are the books?

- What?
- The... The books.

Rosalind was a voracious reader.

There would be books.

She sent them back to
the library a couple days ago.

Right before she came to us.

She knew we'd search her things.

I need to see every book
she checked out in the last...

six months.

Uh... I got something.

It's code.

A simple substitution cypher.

That number in the corner,
I bet, is a page in the book.

Is that a signature line?

Um...

I got him.

Bryan Coleman.

- Freeze! LAPD!
- Go, go, go!

I got eyes!

Hallway clear.

Kitchen's clear.

Who is that? The next victim?

No.

It's my wife.

Rosalind put the letter in the book

for me to find...

to torture me.

She's been a step ahead of us
the whole time.

7-Adam-15, show us Code 6
at the old Los Angeles Zoo.

So, what? We do a sweep,
look for microbes?

Yeah, something like that.

Oh.

Well, that's not creepy at all.

Does have a Ted Kaczynski vibe.

I'll go around back.
Count to five and then breach.

And whatever you do, do not shoot me.

Count to five, breach, don't shoot you.

Copy.

Five, four, three, two...

one.

Nolan, I found her!

She's alive!

- Is she okay?
- Yeah. Go.

7-Adam-15, I need an RA,
Code 3 at the old LA Zoo.

Alert the watch commander
and Detective Armstrong.

We have found our next victim,
and she is alive.

This is where he suffocated them.

Harper.

- Got this?
- Yeah, yeah. Go, go.

7-Adam-15, in pursuit of suspect.

Requesting airship and backup.

Nolan!

- You okay?
- I'm okay! Go!

So, the good news first.

Nora Valdez... the woman
Harper and Nolan rescued...

she's gonna be okay.

What about Bryan Coleman?

Still no sign of him yet.

But his face is everywhere.

And the FBI is stepping in
to help with our investigation,

so it's just a matter of time
before we get him.

What do we do now?

You go home, Officer Chen.

And don't think for a moment
you failed.

A woman's alive because each
one of you gave your all

during the last 36 hours.

Sergeant Grey's right.

You should each be proud
of the work you did today.

Alright, that's it.

If I can be wheels up
in the next 10 minutes,

I might beat the afternoon traffic,

which means I will be in bed
within the next hour.

That's a mistake.

What? Why?

Look, after working
a hardcore assignment like this,

you need to go blow off
some steam after shift...

you know, give your brain
a different focus.

It's the only way you have a
fighting chance of actually sleeping.

- Trust me.
- So...

as my training officer,

you're saying that I
should go get a drink?

A strong one.

Maybe even with another human.

Hmm.

You alright?

Not even close.

Well, I'm not going anywhere
until you are.

Wesley?

Wesley.

Wesley.

Wesley!

Wake up!

Wake up!

Wake up! Come on!

Hey. Hey, hey, hey.

- What the hell were you thinking?
- Huh?

You mixed anxiety meds and alcohol.

Are you trying to kill yourself?

Uh... I don't... I don't... know.

I'm so glad you called.

Yeah. Me too.

Look...

I'm sorry if I'm a little
rough around the edges.

It's been a really long two days.

Yeah, I might've seen
some news stories.

Yeah.

God, it's been so intense.

Well, I am here to distract you,

which means work talk
is officially off-limits.

Okay. So, what should we talk about?

Me, obviously.

Okay. Good. Cheers.

- Cheers.
- Cheers to you.

To me.

I miss her.

Rosalind?

My wife.

Yeah, you have to
forgive yourself for that.

I know that's easier said than done,

but you had...

a lot of great years...

and... one really bad one.

Unfortunately, it was the last one,

so that becomes the lens
through which you look

at the rest of your relationship.

It's not a lens.

And Rosalind knew it...

knew exactly which button
to push to destroy me.

Which is why you need
to learn to let that go.

Because you don't want
that woman in your head anymore.

No, I don't.

Crime scene unit just found a body...

buried under that cabin at the old zoo.

Another victim?

Not exactly.

Fingerprints match Bryan Coleman.

If Bryan was already dead,

who the hell tried to kill me?

I should call an Uber.

Y-You don't think that
they would tow my car, right?

No. The bar's used to it.

Ohh!

Oh! Sorry.

Okay, well, if you can't tell,

I had a...

I had a really good time.

Me too... unfortunately.

Why? You wanted to have a bad time?

Might make this next part
a little easier.

What?

Whoop!

You put something in my drink.

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.
Shh, shh, shh, shh.

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