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- Are we sure this is the right way?

- Yeah, I'm sure, babe, it's just up ahead.

- You said that two miles ago.

- Yeah, but this time I mean it.

I just want to be in our favorite place with my favorite person.

Is that too much to ask?

- No, it's not too much to ask.

(water babbling)

Whoa.

- How about this?

(gasps) Amy Madani, I love you.

I know we don't have much,

but you're the only thing I need. Marry me?

- Where did you get that-- - I asked you first.

- Oh, my God, uh. Yes!

(chuckling) Yeah!

(laughing)

(loud boom)

- Okay, what was that?

- Uh... Tim, am I dreaming right now?

(laughing) - I hope not.

Weddings aren't cheap. (laughing)

Look out! - Ahh!

(breathing heavily)

(mysterious music)

- Thank you for agreeing to see Keith

on such short notice, Dr. Friedman.

We didn't know what else to do.

- He was doing great,

and then he just kind of shut down all of a sudden.

- Well, recovery isn't linear.

It can take time for trauma survivors

to feel safe enough to open up.

- It started when we tested his DNA.

- That must be the royal "we" because we, I,

thought that testing his DNA was a bad idea.

I'm just offering context, I'm just offering context.

- I did it for our daughter, Sidney,

she's just having a hard time

accepting that Keith is really back.

- And how's it been for the two of you with him home?

- It's been good. Hard... Strange...

Um, when he was taken, we were still married.

- Now we're divorced, but we work together.

And she's currently engaged to the detective who worked Keith's case.

- And his girlfriend just left him for lying about being infertile.

You're the one that wanted context.

- I should say that we also do treat adults.

- Jay doesn't believe in therapy. He prefers to suffer in silence.

- Do you think you can help Keith?

- I do. Right now, your situation feels uniquely overwhelming.

- Yeah. - But I do this work every day,

and the kids I'll introduce Keith to,

they've all been in his shoes. Healing is possible.

- Great. - For all of you.

(phone alarm sounding)

- I'm afraid that we have to go.

(alarm ringing)

- A Tim Wilkes and Amy Madani.

- For two days, you haven't heard anything from Tim or Amy?

- No, no, and my calls go to voicemail.

I thought maybe that they just extended their trip.

I should've called you sooner. - It's okay, we're here now.

Okay, my team, they're the best around.

We'll find them, I promise. Thank you.

- Okay, well, thank you. - No, thank you.

- Alright nothing from either one of their parents.

Same as work, no PTO, no sick days, they just didn't show up.

I ran their credit card statements.

- You pulled a warrant that fast?

- Yeah... - Right, sorry, dumb question.

- Anyway, nothing but a tank of gas on Friday night.

- Oh, that makes sense, 'cause the neighbor said

that they had gone on some kind of romantic getaway.

- Alright, so if they're in trouble, we're two days behind.

- Look at this, past due, final notice.

All their mail is overdue bills,

and then a couple of pawn show coupons.

"We buy records, collectibles..."

- Looks like they sold theirs. Sun bleach patters, the racks...

I had a vinyl collection, remember mine?

All punk all the time.

- What I remember is that at that time,

we couldn't pay our bills either.

- So, you think they ran? - Well, I'm looking

at several thousand reasons why they'd want to.

(phone ringing)

Hey, baby, what's up? - The impound lot has their car.

Tow truck driver picked it up off of Route 414.

Looks like they ditched it. - Text us the address,

we'll meet you and Kemi there.

- No, it's just me. Kemi's got another case.

- What case? - Unsolved kidnapping in '05.

Looks like she finally got a break. I can pull her if you want me to.

- Nah, let her do her thing. - Okay.

- I have told you I have done nothing wrong!

- Other than abduct a child. - That is ridiculous!

I want a lawyer. - Well, if wishes were horses,

then beggars would ride.

- This is not a wish, it is a right.

And I am exercising mine.

- You want to know what I do for exercise? This.

(door slams)

(breathing heavily)

- Came in this morning.

Guess it'd been sitting there a couple days.

- The tags are current.

Doesn't look like it got into a car accident. Why bring it in?

- Says here it didn't have a permit.

- A permit for what? - It doesn't say.

- So I just spoke to the guy at the pawn shop.

Tim was not trying to get cash for his record collection.

He traded it in for an engagement ring.

- In my trunk. - What?

- At the bottom of my gym bag, hidden in a pair of dirty socks.

- What are you talking about? - Your engagement ring.

That's where it is. It's dark, lonely,

looking for a finger to keep it company.

- We, uh, we talked to Dr. Friedman today.

- About Keith. I'm talking about us.

- We had our window to tell the kids and we didn't.

Now Keith is struggling in therapy.

It just doesn't feel like the right time.

- You.re gonna tell them that their mom is marrying

somebody other than their dad.

I don't think there's gonna be a right time.

- I think I know what the permit was for.

Did I miss something? - Nothing.

Tell us about the permit. - I once knew this smuggler

in Kabul, trying to take classified documents

over the border into Iran.

When he got there, the guard said,

"Hey, what do you got to declare?"

He said, "Nothing, nothing." Guard takes out a gun, bang,

shoots him right in the face. He knew he was lying.

- Point of that story?

- I just told you the point to that story.

- Hold on... - The tow truck company said

they picked this car up at mile marker 42.

That's overflow parking for the national forest.

- Parking that requires a permit that they didn't have.

- No cell reception, no credit card charges,

they were camping and this snowstorm is headed their way.

- Mike, call the rangers, I'll call PFD.

Our missing persons case just became a search and rescue mission.

- That's another ten,

which brings the total to 865... thousand.

That's not even half of what we took.

(laughing) - Did we take it or steal it?

We wanted and no one came for it,

but I still feel guilty... and turned on.

(chuckling) And terrified.

If this is 800,000, there must have been 80 million back there.

Who has that kind of cash?

- The part about you being turned on,

I stopped listening after that.

- You do know a storm's coming in.

- Mm-hmm.

- And we should probably go back.

- Mm-hmm. - Or into the tent.

- Mm-hmm.

- You got something that belongs to me!

- Oh. (nervous chuckling)

Mister, you, um... You scared the crap out of us.

- Oh, I could do more than that. (Amy screams)

- Stop! - You saw the pallets.

- If it's the money you want, here, take it. Take it!

- That's unfortunate. - No!

(gunshot) (Amy screams)

- We gotta go. Tim, we gotta go, now.

- Who was that guy? - I have no idea,

but we have to get off this mountain.

- Let's get our money.

- You work for search and rescue.

There are two people missing.

- We'll look for them in 12 hours, after the storm passes.

- By that time, it may be too late.

- We have two hours at most

before this storm reaches the park,

and before that, high winds, low visibility...

I can't send my team in there, it's not safe.

- Then don't send your team, send us.

Choppers us up, and take off.

- Where? The park is 70,000 acres.

- I think I can narrow that down by 100 fold or more.

These photos were at Tim and Amy's apartment.

Different seasons, but almost always in the same area.

- That makes sense, they chose their favorite spot for the engagement.

- Yeah. Fisher's Point, Clark's Nob, Bald Nob.

Three points, three angles. Dust it off with a little bit

of trig, that is a ten-acre sweet spot

in and around the summit of Big Mountain.

- Okay, okay, Big Mountain.

Can you assign a pilot to take us there?

- I told you. No, I can't put my team at risk.

But I can take you there myself.

- Great. - God help me.

- Before we begin, I'd like to introduce the group

to a new member, Keith Grant.

The first day can be a little daunting,

but just remember that this is a safe space, Keith.

Everyone here is a survivor, just like you.

A survivor, not a victim.

See, that's what we do here.

We reclaim our trauma so we can reframe our stories.

- I'm just here for the cookies. (chuckling)

- So, let's start with something sweet.

Being home. How does that feel?

- Guilty.

That's how I felt.

Ashamed.

Scared that people wouldn't like me if they knew the truth,

or they'd... they'd blame me.

I'd blame me.

So I, uh, I tried to forget.

And... you can, you know.

Forget some things.

- But other things stay with you.

- The way the room smelled.

Her. Some of her.

Everything about her except the stuff the cops actually need.

I'm to blame for getting caught.

I'm to blame for not catching her.

She's still out there.

How can I forgive myself for that?

- We have to, don't we?

- You got flares, first aid, and a sat phone.

Doesn't make up for not having common sense,

but it's the best I got for you.

- No, you've done plenty, thank you.

- That's the ridge line from the photo that Kemi showed us.

We're going this way, east.

- Okay, I'll give you 30 minutes.

After that, you're on your own.

- You did the right thing. - Putting them in harm's way?

- They know what they're doing,

so you staring at your phone is not gonna help them do it.

- Right. - But here's a smile,

I just got an invitation to my dad's 60th.

It's gonna be a black tie, open bar,

a little bit of back-stabbing.

- Sounds more like an olive branch than an invitation.

You should go. - You know, this case

I'm working on is kind of my white whale, the one that got away.

- Right. - I need to solve it

before he and I, uh, can air kiss and pretend to make up.

(chuckling) - Why?

What's he got to do with it?

(door opening)

- Do you know who I am?

(laughing)

- You know, that's funny.

I was about to ask you the same thing.

- I am... untouchable.

- You don't remember, do you?

18 years ago, in Zamfara,

a man broke into the home of a wealthy couple,

and took their 15-year-old girl.

And for three days and three nights,

he held her captive,

until the police raided the man's compound

and saved the girl.

Now, the girl's father told her that the man died in that raid.

But decades later...

here you are.

- That is a terrible... terrible story.

(scoffs)

But I had nothing to do with it. - Scar on your left shoulder.

Burn mark on your chest.

I know who you are.

And by now, I'm pretty sure you know who I am too.

After you did that to me,

I didn't speak for a year.

The doctors couldn't help me.

Until my nana took me to a shaman.

And the minute the shaman saw me,

she shrieked...

because she knew I had powers.

A connection to the spirit world in which, I assure you...

...you are very touchable.

(tense music)

- We've been walking for an hour. I need to rest.

(groaning)

My stomach.

From that punch.

Something happened.

(groaning)

- It's all right. Are you okay?

- It kills. My shoulder too.

- Do you recognize any of this? - No.

I'm sorry. I know we have to keep going.

- I'm the one who should be sorry.

I was so scared, I just ran.

But I think I may have gotten us lost.

I'm sorry.

- You ever been in therapy? - I was, am, will be.

Although, he's probably going to want to charge double

if I keep working with you. - Anyway, I went to a shrink

with Nik today to talk about Keith.

- Yeah, she told me. - In under two minutes,

this guy, he started talking about us,

how we disagree about Keith's DNA test,

how we disagree about Keith seeing a therapist...

- Those decisions aren't easy to make.

- I know, but the thing is, it took him two minutes

to realize that I drive her completely nuts.

You know, like I'm a scab on her body

that she can't stop picking at.

That's me, the human scab, right?

That's me. You can disagree with me, that's the point.

- Hey, look.

Is that Tim?

- Who the hell is that?

- Clear. I'm gonna check the perimeter.

(tense music)

Tim, Amy, it's Philly PD! We're here to help.

What do you got?

- .308 cal. My guess, it's from a Mauser.

- What, a sniper rifle? - We used these in the war

to snipe targets from, like, Bermuda.

I don't know who the hell would be using it out here.

Certainly not Tim and Amy. - Well, I found two sets

of prints headed north. Looks like they were running.

- Alright. Let's get Lisa, chopper him back.

Maybe get an ID, somehow figure out how Tim and Amy are involved.

- I agree, but once she's gone,

we're on our own with whoever did this.

- We're short. It's not here.

Could be anywhere. What do you want to do?

- Looks like we're going hunting.

(laughing)

- I'm sure we've been reported missing.

So we're gonna light a fire, get warm,

and wait for someone to come find us.

Talk about burning through money.

(chuckling)

Come on, get closer.

Tim, babe, you need to stay warm.

Timmy.

(crying) Tim! Tim.

- Thank you... for saying yes.

- Of course, yes. Yes, yes.

A thousand times yes.

Tim... Help, help. Help! Help!

Somebody please help us!

- The body you found on the mountain, we ran his prints.

His name is Allen Foley, he's a freighter pilot.

Two days ago, he captained a flight that was flagged

for inspection upon arrival,

but when he landed, there was no cargo.

- None? Nothing at all?

- Well, my guess, someone tipped him off and he dumped it.

- I reached out to the FAA to see the flight path between Toronto and here.

Granted, talking to people is not usually in my wheelhouse,

but interacting with the living was surprisingly refreshing.

- Okay, and?!

- And the flight path from there to here

goes directly over Buchanan State Forest.

- It looks like he ditched the cargo, landed,

and then circled back to get it.

- So wait, who found him before he could?

- Well, when we have that, we will call.

Until then, please just be careful.

- Yeah. Hey, Nik, we'll get back to you. Thanks.

- Hey! That could be Tim and Amy right there.

- Yeah, well, we gotta hurry, 'cause that fire,

if we can see it, Foley's killer can too.

- Our friend from the lake?

- Our boy friend. Male.

Caucasian. Between 10 and 14. Here, check this out.

It's a... It's a work in progress, but with any luck,

I should be able to connect him to a missing John Doe

in a week or two.

- Good. He deserves to be reunited with his parents.

Hey, by the way, Rachel's on her way over.

- Wait, wait, uh...

(stammering) Wh... Why? What for?

- I told the ME about Foley,

and he's sending her to pick him up.

You know she won't bite, right?

- Nobody said anything about biting.

- Hey.

I just got a call from the State Department.

- Is there an ambassador missing?

- No, but a diplomat is.

Isaiah Donzomo. I don't know who he is

or what he means to you, Kemi, but uh...

- Um, uh...

He... (clears throat)

- What? - He abducted me when I was 15.

And, uh... demanded a ransom payment

that my father refused... to pay.

- Oh, that's...

(Kemi breathes deeply)

I'm sorry, Kemi, that's awful.

- I, uh...

My father told me that he was dead,

and last week at the train station,

the reason that I was distracted is because I saw him.

(sighing)

He has to pay... for what he did to me.

- Hey, I agree, I agree.

And I wish that I had the power to do that, but...

whoever he was, he is now a Nigerian minister

of trade and development out of the consulate.

(scoffs) He has diplomatic immunity,

Kemi, you have to let him go.

- No. No. No...

No, no, I can't do that.

I can't... You can't ask me to do that.

Please don't ask me to do that.

(crying)

- Hey. We will figure something out, but not today.

Today, you have to let him go.

And once he's gone, I need you to set it aside...

and dig into Alan Foley.

There's a killer out on that mountain,

and we need to find out who he is. Okay?

- Okay.

(sniffling)

Okay. - Okay.

- Thank you.

(tense music)

(sighing)

- Like I said... untouchable.

(inhaling sharply)

- Hey.

You need a ride?

- You really gonna ask the kidnapped kid

if he wants to get in a stranger's car?

- What's the worst that could happen?

(music playing)

- I do not believe you.

- I'm so serious. In F9.

Ludacris and Tyrese get in a car and go to space.

- What? - Yeah.

- I thought Tokyo Drift was bad.

- It was, yeah.

- I guess I'm lucky I missed it.

(chuckling)

One of the few perks of living in a basement.

- Alright. Good.

- The basement was anything but good.

- Talking about it is. Opening up.

- Why does everyone want to hear my sob story?

Don't you all have your own crap to deal with?

- It's not about us. It just actually helps.

Dealing with the past is the only way

to get back to normal. - Normal?

Man, I don't even know what normal looks like.

Everyone keeps asking me about what happened,

but all I can think about is how much I missed.

I'm the only kid in high school who doesn't have social media

or love Lizzo.

I can't even drive a freakin' car.

I'm so far from normal,

I wouldn't even know where to start.

- Alright. New plan. - What are you doing?

- Your turn. If you want it.

- What's the worst that could happen?

- Yeah! Alright. Alright. (laughing)

(car beeping) That's what I want to hear.

- Tim! Amy!

Hey. Philadelphia PD,

we're gonna get you out of here. Tell me what happened.

(shouting in the distance)

Tim's gone. Amy, I'm so sorry.

- Okay, we can't stay here.

And to keep in front of whoever that is,

we can't take him with us.

(shouting in the distance)

- You're in shock and talking about is not gonna bring him back.

But if you tell me what happened,

maybe we can understand what we're up against.

You gotta talk to me.

- Hey. Any chance the cavalry's coming?

- I wish. Are you guys okay?

- Uh... For the moment. What do you know?

- I spoke with Foley's wife,

and she said that he came back from his last trip in a panic,

and then headed out at first light.

- Yeah, because he dropped his contraband

and needed to get it back before his bosses noticed.

- And the wife told me this,

despite the fact that another cop had already visited the house.

- Wait, what other cop? - Exactly.

She didn't get a name, but the doorbell cam caught a photo.

- The man on the mountain with you,

his name is Bill Winchester.

He is the cleaner for the 215,

that is the gang responsible for 40% of the meth

in the Eastern Seaboard.

This guy has done time for arson, armed robbery,

attempted murder, you name it.

-(distant engine revving)

Mike, are you listening to me?

- Jay! Jay! - Mike, what's going on?

- They're here!

- I can't see them, can you?

- Mike, talk to me, Mike!

(gunshot) (groaning)

Mike!

(gunshots) Mike!

Mike! Talk to me, Mike!

(gunshots) Mike!

Ping their phones and get me Lisa, I'm going up there.

- You mean, we are. - I shouldn't have let them go,

and I am not making that mistake again.

I need you here, because whatever we just heard,

I need you to pray...

that it's not what we think it is.

(groaning)

(tense music)

- Let's get him on this table. Come on.

Mike, hang in there.

Come on, Mike. We found a ranger's station.

You're gonna be fine. (groaning)

You're fine.

(Amy crying) Come on. Hey, relax. Relax.

Head up. (groaning)

- I can't just leave him. Tim... I...

My Tim is still out there. I can't just leave him.

- Listen to me, listen to me. I hate leaving him too.

We have a maniac out there, okay? And he's coming for us.

I don't want to leave Tim out there either,

but we'll go back for him when we have a chance, I promise you.

But right now, we gotta think about survival, that's it.

Do you understand? - Yeah.

- Alright, look. All these drapes, close 'em. Please.

Alright, buddy. We're good.

We can't outrun 'em, but we can hide.

- I can't outrun them, but you can, okay?

Get the hell out of here.

- Trust me, I'd love to leave you,

but Nik would kill me. There's a first aid kit

in his bag. Check it, please.

(groaning)

- I found bandages.

- Alright, pressure, right there. Let me feel your pulse.

Heart's beating too fast, trying to pump too little blood.

- You don't have a bottle of bourbon in there, do you?

Or rubbing alcohol, I don't care.

- But I do got O negative on tap.

(helicopter whirring)

- Last known coordinates off the sat phone put them here.

(wind howling)

- Oh, my God. It's Tim.

What the hell happened?

- An ambush.

- He's gone.

So, where's everybody else?

- Mike. Lisa...

I know you didn't have to do this,

and I have no right to ask you to do more,

but I'm gonna need you to wait for me back in the landing zone.

Kill the lights, but stay on the radio,

and be ready. We'll have wounded.

- What are you gonna do?

- That depends on what supplies you have back in the helicopter.

- This transfusion's doing you right,

but you're still losing too much blood.

I'm gonna have to cauterize the wound, alright?

- Yeah. - See if you can find anything

combustible in here, okay? I got this.

- I've got easy-strike matches and um...

there's a cooking burner over there.

- Okay, that's good. That'll come in handy when we decide to eat him.

I got an idea.

I got some bullets left in my gun.

- Save your ammo. If you want to do something for me,

just take care of Nikki.

- Shut up, Mike. Please, would you shut up?

- Scabs are ugly, okay?

(breathing heavily) But they also protect us.

And help us heal. People need scabs.

And Nikki, she needs you.

- No, she doesn't.

Alright, look, I'm gonna tell you something,

and I'm not saying this to piss you off,

I just need you to find that will to survive, okay?

When you and Nik first met, I tried to get her back.

I know, I know, I'm a terrible person. Alright? I was jealous.

I was jealous, I saw my opportunity, I took it, but...

there's no accounting for taste, because she chose you, buddy.

- Is that true? - Yeah, it's true.

You're not the backup singer.

You're Freddie Mercury.

Minus the coke.

(laughing weakly) And the charisma, alright?

(engines revving)

- Someone's outside.

- Good evening, friends!

Hope I didn't catch you at a bad time.

- I'm tending to a wounded man because of you!

- We'll keep this short, then.

You have something of mine.

If you'd be so kind as to return it,

you can resume with your wounded.

- The money.

I forgot I have it.

- Okay. I give you this money,

you're just gonna take off? What insurance do I have?

- None. The way I see it,

you have no other option now, do you?

- Alright. Give me a little space.

(groaning)

(groaning)

- If you won't cooperate,

you leave me no choice but to cut my losses.

- Just a little bit of gun powder, Mike.

(screaming)

- I'm losing patience!

- Alright, buddy, I'm not gonna lie,

this is gonna hurt like a son of a bitch,

but you're bleeding too much, okay?

- Yeah. - This is your final warning.

I'm gonna count to three,

and if you're not out here with my money, we will open fire.

- You ready? - Yeah. I'm ready.

- Alright. One... - One!

- Wait, I need a minute!

- You don't have a minute! Two!

- Three...

(screaming) You're good. We did it.

We did it. You're good. Pressure, pressure, pressure.

(Mike groaning)

Change of heart? - Change of plans.

- Dead man's switch.

If I go down, you go down with me.

- Oh no. - What do you want?

- Why, Nik, why? - What do you think?

- I'm not leaving without my money.

- I'm taking my team and I'm walking out of here.

Search and rescue are coming for us,

so whatever you do with your money is your concern.

- Nik? - How's Mike?

- He's not good! He needs to be medevac'd out of here.

- That's not happening.

- Well, this detonator says different.

- You're not a suicide bomber.

You won't kill yourself. Not over this.

- I'm a cop. I saw your file, I know who you are.

- So you know you won't be getting out of here alive.

- I'm not talking about your crimes. I'm talking about you.

No wife, no children, there is no one you can't live without.

So you can't imagine the agony of living without them.

Me? I don't have to imagine.

My son went missing six years ago,

and every day that passed without him,

I wished I could trade my life in for his.

I feel the same about the man in that cabin. I love him.

Now, to you, those are silly words, but to me,

they're the air I breathe.

Without him, I would suffocate.

So if you want to call my bluff,

by all means, go ahead!

I've held this detonator for six years.

Maybe it's about time I let it go. Hmm?

- I'm not leaving without my money.

- Understood.

Hey, Jay! The money!

(tense music)

- What the hell is this? They took a million-eight.

- They burned the money. They were freezing,

they burned the money to stay warm.

- You got your money. - This isn't over.

I will come for you.

- You're out of your mind, Nik.

I know I'm crazy, but you're on another level.

- Jay, Jay, just listen.

- We gotta get that receiver off of you.

- Listen! - Listen to what?

- That receiver's not on me.

- Then where the hell is it? (explosion)

(screaming)

- You'd be surprised how many explosives

S&R carry on the chopper.

- You were bluffing?

- Hey, baby, baby...

Come one, baby, wake up.

- Listen to me. You're gonna fly back with them.

I'm gonna go check on Winchester and his guys.

When that helicopter comes back, I'm going to get Tim,

and I'm bringing him home. Hey, I promise you. I promise you.

- You have to wake up, Mike.

- Hey, how is he? - He's still in surgery.

- He's gonna be okay, okay? The candles said so.

- I called the State Department and told them about Danzomo.

- Yeah. - I wish that I could do more.

- Yeah, me and you both.

(scoffs)

- Your father... what is...? - Yeah, yeah. Um...

He, uh, he refused to pay the ransom because he thought

it would encourage more kidnappings.

So um, my sisters, my mother, he...

He sacrificed me to protect them.

- That's horrific. - Yeah.

- He must be filled with shame and regret.

- Trust me, he doesn't know the meanings to those words.

- Or it's the reason he invited you to his party.

Only one way to find out, right?

- Yes, yeah.

(Nikki:) I just read the medical examiner's report on Tim.

The punch ruptured his spleen and caused internal bleeding.

There was nothing you could've done.

I know that that doesn't make the pain feel any easier.

But if I were you, I'd want to know.

- Tim and I got engaged on the mountain.

That's why we went.

(sniffling)

But am I still engaged?

Do I... Do I take this off?

- You do what your heart tells you to do.

- Is it true you and Detective Sherman are engaged?

- Yes.

- Why don't you have a ring? - I do.

It's in his trunk. - Why?

- Well...

'Cause I'm an idiot.

- Hey! Hands off my body. Or at least buy me dinner first.

- Rachel, hi. - So...

This is where the necromancy happens.

The decor is a little on the nose, but uh, I like it!

Hey, they bought you a 3D printer?!

- Oh... - They won't even fix

my paper jams. - Okay, this is really

specifically calibrated, actually.

- Coroner's office has none of this stuff.

- Hey, sorry, please don't touch that.

- Hey! You're the one putting your hands

where they don't belong.

- Oh, this isn't actually-- - That's not mine, is it?

- They never look like their profile picture, do they?

(chuckling) Um, your date's over here, uh,

and we ran a full facial recognition so...

But it's completely uncontaminated.

The only body I touched today was my own.

- Uh...

- Oh, my God.

That's not... I didn't. - Wow.

- Please forget that I said that.

- No chance. And I gotta go.

Next time you have a body for me, give me a heads up.

- Yes.

- Here's my card.

- Sorry.

- Use it.

- Yeah. It's cool. I've... That's...

(chuckling)

Yeah.

(indistinct announcement)

- Hey, baby.

- Hmm.

- How do you feel?

- About as good as I look.

But... I'm better now that you're here.

- You know, Doc says that you're one of the luckiest guys he knows.

One centimeter to the left,

and there would've been nothing Jay could do.

- Oh, well... I slept during the end of the movie.

What happened?

- Well, the good guys were good...

- Hmm. - Bad guys are caught.

- Yeah? (chuckling)

- And I asked you to marry me.

- Well, talk about a wow finish, huh?

- A trunk is no place for a ring.

- Well, they cut my pants off.

- That's not where I thought this was going.

- No, my pants, I need my pants.

- Oh, okay.

For the record, I just kind of asked you to marry me,

so if we could, uh...

If we could sideline the whole pants thing and...

get back to the question at hand.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

I thought it was in the trunk. - I was being metaphorical.

It was either that or admit that putting them in my pants

created and insane amount of chafing.

- You carried it with you.

- It... You... Us.

For better or uh, well, at the moment, for worse.

(chuckling) Talk about bad timing, huh?

- Oh, babe.

If today taught me anything,

it's that there is no such thing.

(laughing)

- I don't understand.

He invited me.

- I invited you, Kemi.

I thought it might be a pleasant surprise,

but when he found out, he was quite insistent...

- That his daughter be left out in the cold? Again?

- I'm sorry.

But you can't come in.

- You know, as a child,

I used to cry because Father was always gone.

But now I cry because he is a bastard.

(soft music)

(door closing)

(breathing shakily)

- Keith was focused.

He listened intently to what everyone said.

- That's good. I mean, you said that he met someone?

- Oliver, yes. He encouraged Keith to open up.

As I mentioned when we first met, that's one of my goals,

is to expose your son to people with similar experiences

in the hopes of encouraging him

to feel comfortable opening up about his own.

(Jason): Yeah, I mean, that's definitely gonna take

some time. Him opening up.

Unfortunately, he gets that from me.

- Do you want to talk about that?

- Talk about what? - Suffering in silence?

- Uh... Yeah, yeah, I guess I can do that.

- Hey. Uh, thanks for the ride today, and for, uh....

listening, or whatever.

(phone chimes)

(ominous music)

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