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Sheriff Hollister.

I'm still getting used to
the sound of that.

Previously onDeputy...

Hey, I couldn't find it.

I'm really sorry,
I didn't know--

No, you don't need
to apologize.

You need
to pay attention.

In this job,
you will walk into situations

where you have
a matter of seconds

to figure out
what the story is.

[smirks]

I'm serious.

BILL: You've all lost touch
with what it's like out there.

It's time to get in touch
with your inner deputy.

What's up, Levon?
You still alive?

-What's up with him?
-[laughter]

Oh, man, I wanna say
there's a new sheriff

-in town so bad.
-Don't.

Hey, boss, uh,
just giving you a call

to see what kinda beer
you like.

Sorry, Bill.
I told him not to call.

Harris, get off the phone.

[gunshots]

[indistinct announcement
over PA]

WOMAN: Irrigation.

[monitor beeping]

MAN: Levels stable.

Suction.

♪

REPORTER:
A deputy of the Los Angeles
Sheriff's Department was shot

multiple times
earlier this evening
in South LA.

He remains
in critical condition.

The suspect's identity
is not known at this time.

We're being told
an official statement from LASD

should happen
any moment.

If you have any information
on this case,

please reach out to LASD...

[sighs]

I got it. I gotta go.

BILL: Hey.

I wanna help.

We gotta get this guy.

How do you know it's a guy?

I don't.

But I gotta help.

Well, you can.

By stayin' here.

I'm assigning you to a 24-hour
security detail on Deputy Luna.

You be there when
he gets out of surgery.

And I'll have some fresh clothes
arranged for you.

My training officer was shot

-and you're benching me?
-BILL: No.

I'm just not starting you.

This game's
about to get ugly.

It's just
gettin' underway.

-But I don't, I-I--
-BILL: Hey.

My godson almost got shot.

I'm not risking you
out in the field.

Emotions get people killed.

You make a mistake out there,
I can't protect you.

And I'm not gonna look
into your mother's eyes again.

So you wanna be
pissed at me, fine.

You do it from here.

You understand me,
Deputy Harris?

[quietly]:
Yes, sir.

All right.

[monitor beeping]

MAN:
Pressure's good.

WOMAN:
Holding.

-[bullet clatters]
-MAN: Watch that line.

[indistinct chatter]

♪

LONDON:
Bill, you got a second?

BILL: The answer's yes.

Excuse me?

Well, you were about to go with

the "we're all on
the same team," right?

How someone better
talk to the press.

Well, you're that someone.

So, yes.

Go handle 'em.

I've got my hands full here.

Well, at least he's delegating.

You're the gatekeeper, Bishop.

Be careful that gate
doesn't get unhinged.

[indistinct announcement
over PA]

[monitor beeping]

MAN:
BP's steady and holding.

-[oxygen pumping]
-WOMAN: Sending it now.

MAN:
That's twelve, right?

REPORTER [on TV]:
We are live outside
LA Regent's Hospital

for an update on
the deputy-involved shooting

-that took place
earlier this evening.
-BILL: Excuse me, guys.

Hello, everyone.
I'm Undersheriff Jerry--

Vengeance...

is normal.

Somebody hurts
a member of your family,

you can't help it.

You want revenge.

Well, nobody is
a bigger part of this family

than Deputy Gabriel Luna.

That makes us all angry,
doesn't it?

MAN: Yes, sir.

BILL:
We took an oath...

to channel that emotion,

to control it,

even when it's
damn near impossible.

We took an oath
to put our lives on the line

for millions of people
that we don't even know.

That's the job.

That's how Luna does his.

With honor and decency.

So the best thing
we can do right now

is to follow in his footsteps...

till he gets back
to his family again.

Thank you.

-MAN 1: Yes, sir.
-MAN 2: Yes, sir.

How you holding up?

I wanna go find
this son of a bitch.

-We will.
-Our way?

What other way is there?

Excuse me.

Sir, they want you to know

they pulled a slug
from Deputy Luna.

It's headed to ballistics now.

Good. So he's
out of surgery?

BISHOP: No. No, sir.

[sighs]

Well, I'm not spending
all night pacing linoleum

waitin' on thoughts
and prayers.

Amen.

[theme music playing]

[monitor beeping]

Any update
on Luna's condition?

No, ma'am.

They won't tell us until
they notify next of kin.

There is no next of kin.

All right, walk me
through the shooting.

I already gave my statement
to homicide.

I know.

But I wanna hear you say it.

The adrenalin has worn off,
you can think clearly.

Sometimes, you remember more
after the fact.

I'm sure you've seen
something that can help us.

♪

Uh, got the doughnuts,
the empanadas.

[gunshots]

[muffled]:
Luna! Luna!

Call 9-1-1!

[coughs]

I did the best that I could.

-We were off duty.
-Excuses.

-Excuse me?
-He might have been off duty,

but you are never
off the clock.

-Never!
-Ma'am.

Ma'am, please.

JOSEPH:
I didn't clock out.

I was exactly where
Deputy Luna asked me to be.

And I'm not making up
any excuses.

I'm trying to tell what happ--

Excuses.

You don't know nothin', boot.

And if you say you do,
you know even less than nothing.

The reason you're here right now

is because you weren't
present then.

-I'm sorry.
-"Sorry."

We shouldn't even
be here right now.

Not you, not me.

Definitely not Gabriel.

So you sit there

and you think
about what happened.

And when you come up
with something

other than an excuse,

come get me.

Let me know when
the doctor gets here.

DISPATCH [on radio]:
SEB requesting assistance

with a high-risk raid
at Branch and Rose.

Individuals believed
to be involved

in Deputy Luna's shooting.

Consider targets armed.

OFFICER:
Hands or I shoot.
Both of you.

DISPATCH [on radio]:
Group of hoods at 459 Rigby

with possible gang ties.

Male, white, reported
fighting with deputies,

resisting arrest,
send backup.

DEPUTY: Stop resisting.

I said, stop resisting!

DISPATCH [on radio]:
Man is showing
signs of aggression

towards our deputies.

Let's make sure we give him
grade-A service.

Sit down.
Stay right there.

-You see this?
-Yeah?

Oh, what's this?
What's this, huh?

Thought you had nothing
in the car. Get up.

Get up. Come on.

Hands on the hood.
Eyes down.

BISHOP:
Okay, they seem inspired.

DEPUTY: What else
you lyin' about, huh?

Pull over.

DEPUTY: Stop resisting.

Remember, I can make
your life hell.

Hey, you good?

Back up.
Mind your business.

Might wanna look at
who you're talking to, Deputy.

BILL:
Sheriff Hollister.

Go sit on the curb.
Go ahead.

Probable cause is only good
when the cause is probable.

Not emotional.

Just tryin' to do
our job, sir.

I've been there.

I've hunted for more cop killers
who've murdered deputies

than I care to remember.

We're just doing it like
you would've done, sir.

Well, you don't know me, Deputy.

You only know of me.

And I'd hate to see
all that hard work

get thrown out in court
and the shooter walk free.

So, I get it, I do.

Do you?

♪

[indistinct
police radio chatter]

REPORTER 1: Sheriff,
can you tell us what's
going on inside there?

Where the hell's London
when you need him?

Just deal with them.

Tell 'em what you
were gonna tell me to say.

I can't speak
for the department.

[reporters clamoring]

I think I just told you
you could.

REPORTER 2:
We need a statement.
Please, Sheriff.

How many victims?
Sheriff, please.

On behalf of the Sheriff,

I would love to say
good evening,

but there's nothing good
about what happened here.

[cell phone buzzing]

Hold on.

Yeah. How we doin'?

He's in the ICU.

Well, he wouldn't have made it
that far without you.

-Thank you.
-Don't thank me yet.

There's lots
of internal damage.

The next few hours
are critical.

BILL:
You're tellin' me.
Luna's a beast.

He'll pull through.

-PAULA: Bill.
-Yeah.

A bullet severed
his spinal cord.

He's not gonna walk again.

Well, just... just be careful.

Yup. Always am.

-Love you.
-I love you.

[doorbell tinkles]

[indistinct
police radio chatter]

[camera shutter clicks]

Give me some good news.

ICU.

That's the best I got.

Hey, guys.

You get any footage off that?

TECH: No, we didn't.
All the cameras
in here are fake.

CADE: Nothing was stolen.

No robbery.

[doorbell tinkling]

JOSEPH [on voicemail]:
Hey, boss. It's me.

Just calling to see
what kinda beer you like.

Gimme a buzz.

Luna said you like
lite beer.

I told him
you'd rather drink water.

LUNA [on voicemail]:
Sorry, Bill!
I told him not to call!

Harris, will you just grab
the chicharrones. Come on.

[gunshots]

JOSEPH:
Luna, Luna! Luna!

Call 9-1-1!

[doorbell tinkling]

He didn't run.

-What's that?
-The shooter.

He waited
for a few seconds,

and then he just slowly
pushed through the door.

I heard it.

He just calmly walked
out of here.

In no hurry.

He wasn't tryin'
to get away.

So he could live
close by.

One way to find out.
Let's go wake up some asses.

[doorbell tinkles]

DISPATCH [on radio]:
Units, continue
to be on the lookout

for any suspicious behavior.

Luna's shooter is still
on the loose.

Let's make sure
we change that.

Stay safe out there.

Good morning, ma'am.
I'm Deputy Ward.

No one knocked on my door
when y'all shot my cousin.

CADE:
Look, if you can remember
anything, here's my card.

I didn't see anything.

Can you help us out?

What goes around,
comes around.

Sheriff!

-Hello, ma'am, my name's Cade--
-Hello. Shh!

My son's napping.

[softly]:
Oh, I'm so sorry.

I was just wondering
if you saw or heard anything

last night, you know,

an unfamiliar face
in the neighborhood

or any commotion
from the neighbors.

Well, my neighbors, uh,

they stay out
pretty late sometimes.

But you didn't
hear that from me.

Well... if you see anyone

that makes you think twice,
call me first.

-Yes, sir.
-CADE: Yeah.

Hey. Hey, wake up.

[Minnick moans]

I remembered something
about my day

with Deputy Luna.

He always had
a personalized lesson plan

for his boots' first patrol.

Yeah, I know.

Man with a plan.

So, he's, he's drilling me,

and we stop off
at this strip mall,

and they were selling dope
out of the laundromat.

There was this
white gangster there

who knew Deputy Luna,
and he made a gun sign at us.

Are you sure?

Luna said he'd teach me
that lesson later.

And he laughed it off,

so I thought the dude
was just a punk.

You got a name?

I don't really remember,
but I got a place.

Well, let's roll.

What? Come on, man.

Sheriff benched me.
I can't.

Harris! You know what?

Okay. Stay here.

Be a good boy.
Do as you're told.

But give me
the damn address.

Alright, come on.

[cell phone buzzing]

Sheriff Hollister's phone.

Hey, it's Cade.
Let me talk to Bill.

I'll get the Sheriff,
hang on.

Cade.

Anything?

We hit every door.

Some friendly,
some not so much.

No one knows squat.
It's too quiet here.

So, I was thinking,

maybe this is payback
for taking down Villalobos.

Then why not
just come after us?

They just did.
Your godson was right there.

A warning shot
to back the hell off.

-[computer beeps]
-DEPUTY: Sheriff.

Ballistics just sent this over.
We got a match.

-Whoa, whoa, whoa,
hey, don't hang up.
-BILL: Hold on.

DEPUTY:
The slug they pulled out
of Deputy Luna was key.

The lands and grooves
resemble a Lorcin 380.

Gun was the favorite
of a career felon,

drug dealer by the name
of Danny Flores.

What's his last known?

All right.

Here.

Well, damn.
Let's go pay him a visit.

♪

[door opens]

[chains rattling]

How you doin'?
Come on in.

Where's the chair?

BILL: We don't need 'em.
This will be quick.

I know you're a busy man.

I don't wanna
waste your time.

BILL:
You caught a sales case.

[Danny chuckles]

I ain't trippin' on that.

I can make it go away.

Have you out of here
by tomorrow.

-BISHOP: Is he serious?
-Shh!

BILL: A gun shot one
of my deputies last night.

[laughs]

That's too bad.

BILL:
Actually, Danny, it was.

Now, we've been
all over town

jamming up anyone we can find
that might have had an issue

with Deputy Luna doing
his sworn duty...

which brings me to you.

'Cause he put you in here.

[chuckles]

Well, I don't
remember him, man.

Well, your prints came up
on a casing

a few feet from his body.

380 caliber.

Which matches
two 380-caliber slugs

that we pulled from Luna.

He's in bad shape.

You're crazy, man.
I was in here, all right.

Did you put a green light
on my deputy?

Your girlfriend has a 380
registered under her name

but reported stolen.

Now, I've never been
great at math.

But I can make 380
plus 380

equals you.

So I'll say it again...

did you put a green light
on my deputy?

Why don't you do yourself
a favor, man,

and get the hell up
out of my face, all right.

You want outta here, right?

Let me tell you
how that works.

Basically, there's one way

or there's another way.

[crashing]

My deputies run this jail.

And they're not
as easy-going as me.

So you wanna walk
out of here tomorrow,

or never?

I can't listen to this.

If anyone were
to hear this--

Relax, Bishop.

All right.

I may have something
for you.

There you go.

He's all right!

He's just
a little dehydrated.

Maybe we get him
a glass of water or something?

Unbelievable.

CADE: Hey, I know
you mean well.

But don't be pulling
on his reins,

not right now.

We need Bill
the way that he was.

Full-tilt.

So we can catch
that bastard

who shot Luna.

I got a bad feeling.

I've seen enough men
and women die

from less than
what he got.

So have I.

DANNY: Okay,
check this out, man.

Couple months ago, I heard
that this gun might've got

to some guy, right?

His name's Marquis Slaughter.

He's with the Rolling 60's.

That's all I know.

Thanks for your time.

Feel better.
Pop the door.

[buzzer sounding]

Marquis Slaughter,
you ever heard of him?

Doesn't ring a bell,
but I'll go ring his.

-I'll go talk to the Mayor.
-Mayor?

He doesn't have jurisdiction
over the Sheriff's Office.

Oh, yes, he does.

♪

[message notification chimes]

You gonna marry that thing?

It's a web alert.

Congratulations.

I have it set up so that
all news about the Department

comes to me,
and to you,

because you are
the Sheriff and whatnot,

and that way you can
get out in front of it.

Well, if it makes the news,
we're too late already.

-[cell phone beeps]
-LONDON [on speaker]:
On behalf of the acting Sheriff

and all LASD,

we have a suspect
in custody,

involved in
Sergeant Luna's shooting.

-How the hell--
-Acting sheriff?

This dude's somethin'.

[engine starts]

Hey, Jerry,

I said one press conference.

You did that.
Plus one more.

Bill, I tried
to reach you before.

I knew your hands were full.

I tried your assistant.
No answer.

-The people have
a right to know.
-BILL: No.

Not when it's
ass backwards,

saying we have
a suspect in custody.

Maybe you should program my
direct number into your phone

so you know it's me.

Bishop, give us the room.

Everybody.

-Who called you?
-Bill, change is hard.

It's understandable that
deputies in this department

would still feel a connection
to former Sheriff Bradford.

They feel comfortable
reaching out to me.

-I'll get them to stop.
-I want names.

That'll only cause you
to go after them
and cause more unease.

Especially when one of
their favorite deputies
is fighting for his life.

Well, our suspect has been
in jail for three months, Jerry.

He didn't shoot Luna.

Would you like me to call
the press back in

and update them
on the misinformation, sir?

Or would you prefer
to ride solo?

I thought I could trust you.

LONDON:
We're all on the same side.

Oh, stop saying that!

All right? You sound
like a broken record.

When this is all over,

you and me,
we're gonna step outside,

and we're gonna get
on the same page.

♪

Well... looks like
it'll just be us.

Now...

let's talk about how we're
going to handle Bill Hollister.

[alarm beeps]

MAN [on PA]: Code blue.
Doctor Reyes. Code blue.

Gabriel.

Let's go. Let's go!

Gown.

[cell phone ringing]

BILL: How we doin'?

We hit Marquis' place.
He wasn't there.

No one was,
and his last known address

is all boarded up.

CADE [on phone]:
We started rounding up
Rolling 60's.

Well, just hang tight.
I'll call you back.

-CADE: Copy.
-[hangs up phone]

Let me do all the talkin'.

[car horn beeps]

[upbeat music playing
on speakers]

Wild Bill!
[chuckles]

Where the hell
you been, man?

The Mayor.

One of the few politicians
worth a damn.

Well, just clean
the neck up a bit.

A deputy got shot.

Yeah. A solid one.

Always are.

Sainthood.

No, this one.

You won't see his name
in the paper.

He's a good man.

The gun that shot him,
it's been floating around...

going from one person
to another.

Can you narrow it down?

I did.

Came here, didn't I?

Well, things have changed.

I'm not as dialed in
as I used to be.

And what's worse,
folks don't listen.

Got their faces down
in their phones.

Thinking they got
all the answers.

I hear ya.

THE MAYOR:
Makes me feel old.

BILL:
You haven't aged a day.

You're lookin' good, man.

Uh, thanks. So are you.

Not one gray hair.

What? Look at this.

They're comin'.

Especially with this job.

-Don't go changin', Curtis.
-You either, Sheriff.

-That it?
-Yeah.

That's his car.

LUNA: What's up, Levon?
You still alive?

What's up with him?

You're not ready for
that lesson, Deputy Harris.

Not yet.

[alarms blaring]

What are you doin'?

He's comin' to us.

[alarms continue]

I don't think
he's comin' out.

[alarms continue]

MINNICK: Get him.

Hey!
Stop, man!

Yo!

Stop!

[tires screeching]

[siren wailing]

10-33, gimme a patch.

Be advised, my partner's
on a foot pursuit.

[tires screech]

[Minnick grunts]

[grunting]

What're you doing?

MINNICK:
Waiting for answers.

A deputy was shot yesterday:

-Gabriel Luna.
-You pointed a gun at him.

You shot him.

I pointed my hand, man.

Few hours later, he was shot.

You give the order?

No. I swear to God.

Well, Deputy, let's go.

He swore to God,
I believe him. You?

Yep.

[seagulls squawking]

LEVON:
Aww, come on!

Wait! Please.

I'm Luna's informant.

I was playing the part.
He had me on
black market cigarettes.

Come on, man.

Luna had a CI
he was working with

on this identity theft case.

My name's Levon Andresian.

Check it out.

I was at the Vape Shop
last night.

They have cameras.

[handcuffs click]

Is Luna okay?

The dude was
a great guy. Really.

Get outta here.

[cell phone buzzing]

The voice
I was hoping to hear.

What do you got?

Marquis has been moonlighting

as a tattoo artist
in Long Beach.

Casa Ink.

Thank you.

Later.

[cell phone ringing]

Tell me something good.

Sun's out, guns out.

Casa Ink. Long Beach.

[tattoo needle buzzing]

Can I help you?

Yeah, I'm looking
for Marquis.

[glass shattering]

Hey!

Drop it!

That means everybody!

[indistinct PA announcement]

MINNICK: How is he?

He had to go back in.

And...

He's gone.

♪

Can I see him?

Are you sure?

No.

Can you go with me?

Yeah. Of course.

♪

You are so beautiful.

I love you so much.

[kisses]

You get to be
with your family now.

[sniffles]

And don't you go forgetting
about me either.

I wanna give you something...

PAULA: What's wrong?

My, my necklace. I--

I can't find the necklace
he gave me.

Oh, God!

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry!

[sobbing]

I didn't do nothin', man!

-What's goin' on?
-Shut up.

DISPATCH [on radio]:
All units,
stand by for roll call.

31 Adam.

OFFICER 1 [on radio]:
31 Adam.

Copy.

DISPATCH: 31 David.

-Copy.
-DISPATCH: 31 Sam.

Copy.

DISPATCH: 31 Victor.

31 Victor. Copy.

DISPATCH: 31 Henry.

31 Henry. Copy.

DISPATCH: Car 1.

Car 1. Copy.

DISPATCH: 31 Boy.

DISPATCH: 31 Boy.

31 Boy?

Deputy Gabriel Luna.

Deputy Gabriel Luna
ended his watch

at 1343 hours.

Rest in eternal peace.

Let's go.

I just wanna go home, man.

Stop the car.

You sure, boss?

Stop... the car.

[tires screech]

A good man died today...

and I can put you
behind the trigger.

You're the
last known owner, Marquis.

An owner who broke
his parole, I might add.

You won't be going home
anytime soon, pal.

I didn't even shoot that cop.

I don't even have
a strap.

I sold it. I swear.

Plus, that gun had too many
bodies on it, anyways.

Add one more.

Marquis, it's real simple.

Somebody murders
a member of your family,
what are you gonna do?

You gonna go in your room
and cry about it?

Or you gonna go find
the son of a bitch?

Well, we're just family members
lookin' for the person
who took our brother.

If it's you,
you're going to jail.

No parole.

If it's not you,

you better
convince me otherwise.

I don't keep receipts.

Well, you don't sell
a gun to just anybody.

Look, man,
I needed the money.

I don't even know
his name!

He's some creepy dude
from my old neighborhood.

What neighborhood?
Where does he live, Marquis?

Angelino Heights.

The House.

He's got all kinds
of crap in his yard.

I think he paints on them.

Dirty house,
junk all around.

CADE: Whoa, whoa, whoa.

-I know the place.
-Are you sure?

-CADE: Hundred percent.
-Well, call it in.

David 4, Frank 5.

Ramon and 11th.

And bring the world.

[tires screech]

♪

MAN [on radio]:
Arrest team is a go.

Stay on your toes, folks.

We're not losing
any more deputies.

REPORTER: Shocking images
of sheriff's deputies

prepping a raid
on the home of a man

believed to be
Deputy Gabriel Luna's killer.

We'll keep you posted as
the story continues to break.

[sirens blare]

Let's go.

[indistinct radio chatter]

[indistinct chatter]

MAN [on radio]:
Team commander,
this is Containment.

-You in place?
-Set.

Sir, we can't get to some
of the other apartments.

Folks are still inside.

We count six
in nearby apartments.

-We're gonna move.
-Hold on.

Bill, you may be Sheriff.

But SEB has command
and control here.

You work for him tonight.

MRS. MURPHY:
You don't understand, Donald!

-[glass shattering]
-All right.

We go now.

[indistinct radio chatter]

Sheriff Hollister,
you're not going anywhere, sir.

Team commander,
we got movement.

MAN:
Hold it! Hold it, guys.

-[door opens]
-MAN: Hold up, hold up.

MRS. MURPHY:
Don't hurt my son!

Show us your hands. Now!

[crying]
My son!

[sobbing]

It's lithium,
just lithium!

I didn't have enough money
to pay for it.

I barely can keep that house,

let alone pay
for my son's pills.

I didn't know.

My son is sick.

-He doesn't understand.
-All right.

Ma'am, does your son
have a gun now?

Yes.

COMMANDER: Sir.

We can take out
the target.

I only want one man.

Not collateral damage.

-You with me?
-Right next to you.

What the hell is he doing?

♪

[man sobbing]

BILL: Donald.

DONALD: Dad?

Yeah, son.

Go away!

I came to apologize.

Can I come in
and just talk to you?

I guess so.

It was me, wasn't it?

Well, let's just talk
about that later, son.

Why don't we go
find your mom.

And we can send
all these folks home.

Coming on one side window.

COMMANDER [on radio]:
Team commander
to Long Rifle 1.

Confirm your deploy.

OFFICER [on radio] :
Long Rifle 1. Sights on.

COMMANDER: Containment,
arrest team's in place.

Long Rifle,
sights on target.

Let's make sure we're watching
each other's backs.

Not losing
any more deputies.

I was looking for you.

I was mad at you.

I saw you...

-You saw me at the store.
-Yes.

I tried to kill you, Dad.

I missed.

I shot that man.

And it's your fault.

It's all your fault!

Because you never loved me!

BILL: Hey...

easy.

Go easy, Donald.

Would you ask
those people to kill me?

If I go for that gun...

they have to.

I heard it on the news.

I won't do that.

The only person...

I hate more than you...

is me.

Stop!

Who's firing?

♪

[helicopter hovering]

["Wave" by Beck playing]

♪ I move away
from this place ♪

♪ In the form
of a disturbance ♪

♪ And enter into the world

♪ Like some tiny distortion

Go home.

We, uh...

We all get to go home
to our families tonight.

Let's do that
every single day.

For each other.

And for Luna.

♪

You should be home.

Off duty.
Never off the clock.

I found this
in the car.

I hope it helps you
find peace.

And I know you hate
hearing these words,

but I am sorry.

MINNICK: Thank you.

[exhales]

This whole damn city...

is always on edge.

Not up here.

We should do this
more often.

We should.

A lot of people ignore
the gray in life.

And you didn't.

Well, last night could
have gone the other way.

My deputies wanted revenge.

A few weeks ago...

that was me.

Well, then,
I like the new you.

Maybe we, uh...

be a little late
to work today.

Just hang here.

I can't.

Why?

-Okay.
-We can do it.

-Okay.
-Come on.

Just five minutes.

[Paula sighs]

All that...

is not going anywhere.

Trust me.

It'll still be there.
Coming at us.

All it takes is one person
to try and change that.

Maybe that person
can be you, Sheriff.

Well, I may need
a little help.

[theme song playing]

Captioned by Point.360