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Ooh.

Alec?

Coach Luka.
Sorry, stomach cramps.

What are you doing here?

One of your tennis protégés

needs some
behavioral psych pointers?

Nothing like that.

We have a concern about
one of the players I coach.

- We need your help.
- Hi, I'm Dionne Butler.

Shanae Butler's mother.

Oh, I saw her play
at the U.S. Open.

- She's amazing.
- She's missing.

And we're worried
something terrible

- might have happened to her.
- Please.

Shanae sponsors
a youth tournament in Fairfax.

She didn't show at the
player reception this morning.

Shanae has never been late
for an appearance

in her entire career,
at least not while my husband

was coaching her.

David couldn't get her
above a 50 ranking.

- I coached her to 23.
- You got her injured.

- And now, she's missing.
- OK, let's focus on Shanae.

When was the last time
anyone saw her?

She and I talked on
the phone yesterday.

Before we came here,
we checked Shanae's house.

Her dog, Wimby, was home alone.

There was no food.

He drank all of his water, like
he'd been left alone overnight.

And then, there's
the security cameras.

Look.

My daughter has never taken
a cab in her entire life.

Has anyone contacted the police?

She hasn't been gone long enough

for them to open a case,

and by the time they do,
we worry it may be too late.

Luka says you're
the smartest person he knows,

and that you've found
missing people before.

Please, help us
find my daughter.

And that right there
is what makes

Shanae Butler a rising star
in the world of tennis today.

Shanae Butler is
a world-class athlete

at the top of her game.

What would make her vanish
without telling a soul?

Theories?
- Mental health break?

Substance abuse.

Uh, romantic getaway
with a secret lover?

It's possible.

None of them explains
why she left her dog alone.

Yes, S-H-A-N-A-E.

Yes, um, I need
to confirm my last charge.

Can you tell me the amount?

What's she doing?

Pretexting.

Pretending to be Shanae
to get info from her bank.

It's a trick
private investigators

and hackers use
to get sensitive data.

Oh, yes, I did use the app.

What's the name
of the company again?

Really?
Do you have a phone number?

Thank you.
This helps a lot.

Sometimes,
the old ways are the best.

The last transaction
was to a Reggie Gordon,

taxi emoji in the description.

Ta-da.
- Thank you.

Mm-hmm.

In the meantime, it is
homecoming weekend at Hampton,

and I am getting inducted
into the Marching Band

Circle of Honor.

So it's been real, y'all,
but I got to go.

Would you mind staying
for a little while longer?

If Reggie is not our answer,

I may need another dose
of ta-da.

Oh, how long?

'Cause I don't want
to miss the Step Show.

Reggie will be here
in 10 minutes.

I don't know who that girl is.

Look, do you guys
want a ride or not?

Reggie, you picked up
Shanae Butler,

and then she disappeared.

That means you were the
last person to see her alive.

You know that doesn't
look good for you, right?

You think
I did something to her?

OK, that's crazy.

Then tell us
what happened to her.

Otherwise, we'll let the police
draw their own conclusions.

OK, she asked me to take her
up to this parking lot

way up in the National Forest,
nothing but trees.

I left her there alive.

Look, I didn't do
anything to her.

You expect us to believe...

That a woman asked

to be dropped off in
the middle of nowhere, alone?

I mean,
that makes no damn sense.

Alec, help me out here.

I can't.
I can't.

Alec?
Alec!

Alec?

Excuse me.
I'm here to see Alec Mercer.

Is he out of surgery?
- I'm sorry.

I can only share
patient information

with immediate family.

Good thing I'm his wife.

Well, that makes two of you.

OK, thank you.

It's complicated, but both
Marisa and I are family.

- You made it.
- I was in Los Angeles.

I came as soon as I heard.

Hey, the surgery went well.

He should be waking up soon.

The surgeon said that you have

trauma-induced appendicitis.

You probably got it
from that hit

you took to the stomach
at that K-Pop convention.

He said that's what
killed Houdini.

For my next trick...

Nah, your next trick
is bed rest.

You're stuck here
for a few days.

His scar tissue
means that the incision

will take extra time to heal.

Oh, you're hurting.

I assume opioids are
out of the question.

I would love some,
but I'd love them too much.

I have lots of practice
dealing with pain.

And you still keep
pushing your luck?

You let yourself
get kidnapped by a psycho.

And stood in front
of an oncoming train.

All that risky business
finally caught up with you.

Alec let himself get
kidnapped to save me.

He only takes risks
to help other people.

I'm sorry I worried you,

and I made you miss
the first part of homecoming.

Alec, homecoming
is just an event.

I can't lose my big brother.

You won't.

Speaking of losing people,
any update on Shanae Butler?

Oh, I can't with you.

We got an alert on her
a few hours ago.

The police are looking for her.

The Rangers are combing
the National Forest.

Nothing yet.

The police were able to clear
Shanae's cab driver at least.

Some hikers saw him
drop her off at a trailhead.

They posted a picture
on social media.

That's my bandmate.

Go, we've got him.

Hey, no, family emergency.

I can't help find Shanae
from this bed.

Can you please talk
to my doctor,

to see if I can get out of here?

First escape attempt,
right on schedule.

Only 40% of missing hikers
are found alive.

Studies show that people

really do walk in circles
when they're lost.

And you hate being
in the hospital.

It's very noble of you
to want to help,

but shall we discuss
the pros and cons?

There's nothing to discuss.

You're not leaving this room.

The people looking for Shanae

won't understand her psychology.

They might not ever find her.
- I'll do it.

I'll open an FBI inquiry,
work with your staff,

take point on the search.
- I can help.

I found a missing person
or two in my day.

But promise me

that you'll keep me updated.

This is not a negotiation.

You will rest,
and we will find her.

Marisa, before
we plunge into this,

I wanted to apologize.

At the hospital, I overstepped.

It's just, I care for Alec
and want to help.

You love him.

And I'm happy for you both.

But you should know that Alec,
with his scars,

he's always one bad day
away from a crisis,

and Alec in the hospital
is a whole thing.

And this time, I wasn't
there when he needed me.

You got back
as fast as you could.

You should just know
what you're getting into.

I'm learning.

But I'm part of Alec's life now.

I want to be there for him.

He's certainly always
been there for me.

As long as your eyes are open.

- How's the professor?
- Recovering.

What have you got?

Is this the end of Shanae
Butler's remarkable run?

While we still can't
rule out foul play,

our main concern right now
is Shanae's mental state.

Two years ago, Shanae
went through a bad slump.

She lost a bunch of matches
she should have easily won.

That's when
she switched coaches.

She went from her stepfather,
David, to Luka.

She started winning again,
but then she got injured.

Since then,
she's been struggling.

We found some alarming quotes.

That's all on me.

I've just never been
so frustrated.

I'm just really disappointed
in myself.

Heading into the woods
with that mindset could be bad.

People sometimes seek
peaceful locations

to do self-harm,
like that Japanese forest

that's infamous for suicides.

Looks like the forest
that Shanae went into

is not so peaceful right now.

They're experiencing
high wind gusts.

The Forest Service has just
grounded their air assets.

No eyes in the sky,
that could make

finding Shanae
much more difficult.

She's been in those woods
two nights already.

Her time is running out.

I learned wilderness survival
from MI6,

and I once spent two weeks
in the Zagros Mountains

finding a nature photographer

who accidentally crossed
into Iran.

I should get out there.

And we can't rule out
an attack or a kidnapping.

- Let's go.
- That's great.

I want to run an experiment
that'll help your search.

I'll get my team on it.

And, listen,
thanks for the update.

- You got it.
- I'll talk to you later.

Bye.

No, ah, ah, ah, ah.
No. Stay.

Bad Alec.

I forgot what
a terrible patient you are.

I must have blocked it out.

It sounds like
dissociative amnesia.

Alec-induced
dissociative amnesia.

Professor, you said
you needed to talk with us.

- I do.
- Oh, are you kidding me?

You scheduled a meeting
in the hospital?

- Just give us a moment.
- OK.

I'll go grab a bite.

But when I come back,
you'd better be asleep.

Uh...

You must be Shanae's stepfather.

David.

So the police said that
that cab dropped Shanae off

at the National Forest?
- It did.

We're just not sure
why she went there.

We don't understand it
ourselves.

You may be able to eliminate
some possibilities.

One theory is Shanae might have

been planning to hurt herself.

No, no, that's not our Shanae.

Even if she was frustrated
by her injury?

All Shanae wants is to heal.

I mean, she puts everything
into her recovery.

She spends more time with Monica

than anyone else in her life.

Monica Steele is
Shanae's physiotherapist.

And she can tell you how
dedicated Shanae has been.

My daughter would never
hurt herself.

OK, another theory, does Shanae

ever use nature
to relieve stress,

hikes, walking on the beach?
- Not particularly.

Nae's happy place
is the tennis court.

She deals with stress
through competition.

Yeah.

I understand that
her competitive life

wasn't all that happy,
even before the injury.

She changed coaches.

David did his best coaching Nae.

I mean, he's an ex-pro himself.

And he's the one who first
discovered her potential.

But, uh...
- She hit a plateau.

So I stepped aside,
and we brought in Coach Luka.

Which was a mistake.

I know that's your friend,

but Luka pushed Nae too hard.
And look what happened.

You're blaming Luka
for her injury?

It's not just us, Monica too.

She and Luka have been
pointing fingers

at each other since it happened.

I mean, you ask me,
neither one wants

to take the career hit
of getting Nae hurt.

I want to talk to Monica.

Can you get me her contact info?

Yeah, of course, right away.

Thank you.

I realized, mid-match,
my power game wasn't working,

so I switched to serve
and volley and wore her down.

- Any more insights?
- Yeah, a few.

Shanae's a risk taker
with a super-aggressive

playing style,
which might explain

why she'd venture
into the woods alone.

She knows when to press and
when to dial it back though.

In interviews, she talks a lot
about adjusting on the fly.

That kind of mental flexibility
is what sets

the world's best athletes apart.

Adaptive thinking
could help keep her alive,

but we still need to find her.

The professor wants us
to run an experiment

on how people act
when they're lost.

We'd need an environment
where people can get lost,

but where we can watch them
the whole time.

I know just the place.

I love it.
Get on that right away.

Thanks, Phoebe.

Can I help you?

That's usually my line.

I'm Father Gabe.
I volunteer here.

Any interest
in spiritual counseling?

I appreciate the offer.

I'm... I'm not very religious.

Me neither.

I'll be around if
you change your mind.

I hate the woods.

I could tell
when we stopped for gear

that you aren't much of a hiker.

And you are.

Though I wasn't expecting you
to go so extra.

When it comes to hiking,
it's best to be prepared.

I'm a city girl.

The only gear that I knew
to bring was a sat phone.

The service up here
can be pretty spotty.

Hey, you can't be here.

Special Agent Clark, FBI.

We're looking for Shanae Butler.

Yeah, we were, too,

but that badge
isn't going to stop

a forest fire.
- A fire?

It just sparked
a few valleys over.

Whole area's
under an evac order.

So the Forest Service
has called off

the search for Shanae?

With these winds,
that fire can jump

this way without warning.
- We'll take our chances.

We'll alert our supervisors
you're in the area.

Stay safe.

So do the people who saw Shanae

know which path she took?

Unfortunately, no.

You and Shanae both lack
wilderness experience,

so which route would you take?

That way.
It's wide.

It's clean
and the least naturey.

Brilliant.
Shall we?

Let's do it.

Your family owns a hedge maze?

Dude, you made us split
the lunch bill yesterday.

I didn't want to insult you.

- Now, I'm even more insulted.
- Guys, focus.

Our first group
of test subjects is waiting.

Let's review the conditions.

We'll tell control groups
to have fun, explore the maze.

I mean, they'll represent people

who aren't lost since
they won't have any goals.

And test groups will be told
that anyone who reaches

the center in under 15 minutes
gets $500,

to simulate the pressure
and panic of getting lost.

Observe and record.
Let's go.

Marisa?

Yeah, what's up?

Look,
there might be something here,

this print in the mud.

That matches the shoe
Shanae was wearing

when she left the house.
We're on the right track.

Another one.

Based on the spacing,

she was running
toward some goal.

Or away from
something or someone.

Damn.

It looks like the trail's
been washed out for a while,

but the map we downloaded
isn't up to date.

Which means Shanae wouldn't
have known about it either.

So where would she
have gone from here?

There are a few side trails,
or she may have doubled back.

She probably wouldn't
have doubled back actually.

Our data shows that.

Phoebe was just
going over the results

of our maze experiment.

The key takeaway is
that when people get lost,

they often fall prey
to myopic optimization.

They tend to follow
the best looking path

in any given situation,
without backtracking

or taking time to figure out
the bigger picture.

Which means that when
Shanae hit the washout,

she would have tried
to keep moving forward.

So which path most closely
follows the main trail?

Well, there's a parallel track,

but the footing is atrocious.

That probably wouldn't
have stopped Shanae.

She has a lot
of self-confidence,

and it's usually justified.

OK, we'll try it.

Hi, sorry for interrupting.

I'm Monica Steele.

You requested a physio eval?

That was a lie.

I actually have some questions
about Shanae Butler.

Playing professional tennis
is like riding a motorcycle.

It's not whether
you're going to get hurt,

it's when and how bad.

So how bad is
Shanae's injury, really?

Career ending?

She's never going to play
tennis again, is she?

Surgery didn't take.

Her rotator cuff
will never fully heal.

Her tennis career is over.

Who else knows this?

Just her, me, and her surgeon.

She wasn't ready
to go public yet.

Has Shanae been despondent?

Suicidal?

She's been
a determined badass as usual.

She decided,
just because she can't

keep playing tennis, that
doesn't mean she can't compete.

She found a new sport.

Nae's shoulder
doesn't limit her running.

She's got great speed,
impeccable stamina,

so she's been training
as a marathon runner.

And how's that going?

It's, uh...
it's a work in progress.

She keeps bonking.

Human body stores about
1,800 calories of glycogen.

Running a mile
burns 100 calories.

A marathon is 26.2 miles.

So at 18 miles, the body's
emergency stores are gone.

She can't get past 18 miles,
which sucks because otherwise,

her times are world-class.

So Shanae hits a wall
with tennis,

finds another sport,
hits another wall there.

How far will Shanae go
to keep competing?

A Ulysses pact,
that's a new one.

It's a deal someone strikes
with themselves

to achieve a goal,
engineering the situation

so they have no choice
but to succeed.

Like Ulysses tying himself
to his ship's mast

so he can listen to
the siren's tempting song

without drowning himself
trying to reach them.

Or a dieter getting rid
of all the sweets

so he can't snack.
- Exactly.

In Shanae's case,
she had Reggie drop her off

26.2 miles, by trail,
from her home

in an area with
terrible cell reception

and almost no roads.

She wanted to complete
a marathon,

so she made running one
her only option.

So when she found
her path washed out,

she would have had to improvise.

I used a running app
to map her possible routes,

same as she would have.

Is there a path that leads
downhill from where you are?

There is.

It's steep, almost straight
down into a ravine.

That might be it.

OK, we'll try it.

Oh, no.

Oh, no, what?

You were right.

She came this way.

We found her phone.
Looks like she fell.

She could be close.
We're going down there.

Please be careful.

Yeah, OK.

Wait, I see Shanae.

Red jacket in the ravine
by the rocks.

- We need to get to her.
- Is she OK?

Looks like she's hurt.

Hey! Shanae?

You all right?
- Help!

Gunshot.
A hunter?

Get down.

Those aren't stray bullets.
Someone's trying to kill her.

Wait, someone is
shooting at Shanae?

She's pulled herself
under some rocks.

We got to get her out of here.
I got to go.

Call 911.
I'll get Forest Service.

- On it.
- The shooter outranges me.

I can't even see them from here.

Not one hit so far.

I think it's safe to say

that whoever's shooting
isn't a trained sniper.

Not police, not military,

he's probably
never been shot at.

I'm going to fire
at the shooter.

I doubt I'll hit him.

But it should scare him
into taking cover.

Suppressive fire, good idea.

I'll get Shanae.

I'll whistle when we're safe.
Go.

Shanae, my name is Rose.

I'm here to get you home.

My arm, I think it's broken.

Do you know
who's shooting at you?

No, I don't know why
anyone would do this.

OK, we'll figure it out.

When it's clear,
we'll make a break for it.

The sat phone, damn it.

- Clear!
- OK, come on, let's go.

I got you.

Still nothing
from Marisa or Rose?

Nothing.

Their cell phones
keep going to voicemail.

And Marisa's sat phone
isn't pinging

her location anymore, so...

She may have run out of power
or it could be broken.

That's the most
optimistic explanation.

But the Ulysses pact
took Shanae to the forest,

so our shooter either
followed her or knew her plan.

We can rule out Monica,
because there's no way

that she can get
from here to the forest

fast enough to be our shooter.

The guys and I
uncovered a few people

Shanae had issues with...
a rival player,

a former sponsor,
an ex-boyfriend...

but none of them are local.

They'd have to hire a hitman
to get to Shanae.

Whoa, look at these.

The same guy turns up in
a lot of Shanae's pictures

from her socials.

This guy's been following her?

Looks like he was on the same
flight as her just last week.

He sat three seats back.

Creepy.

I recognize this man.

Bring up Shanae's
security cam footage.

Rewind.

Stop.

Before Shanae
gets in Reggie's cab,

this pedestrian
is walking by her house.

It's the same man.

We need to find out who he is.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Shanae.

- We can rest if you need.
- No, I can keep going.

I have to.

Help!

Someone please help me!

Please, help, someone.

The sun is about to set.

We should set up camp
for the night.

He can catch us.

No, if we push on,
we'll get lost in the dark.

Same as the shooter.
He'll have to stop too.

Marisa's right.

Plus, I should set that arm,

try to minimize
long-term injury.

At least it's the same arm
as my bad shoulder.

OK, we can stop.
- Good.

Now, we just have to find
a place of shelter

for the night.
- No need.

I brought a tent.

May I?

Did my sister ask you
to come here

and check on me
while she got some sleep?

She did.
She worries about you.

You should know, the last time

I visited a church, it blew up.

Put me in a hospital
for three years.

Which do you hate more,
churches or hospitals?

Right now, this place.

There are people who need me,

who I've lost
communication with,

and I'm stuck in here.

Sometimes, I like
to think of sickness

as a visit from a saint.

Saint Illness.

S-T-illness.

Stillness.

Bruh, that's a long road
to the pun.

Mm-hmm.

I'm not very good
with stillness.

Hm, well, maybe that's why
God's making you practice.

Hmm.

She's sleeping.
She still has a fever.

I think her wound is infected
and the first-aid spray

I brought isn't cutting it.

She needs a doctor
as soon as possible.

I can't get a signal out here
with my regular cell phone.

We're too deep in the valley.

We're going to have to move
at first light.

Oh, poor thing.

All this because she tried
to reinvent herself.

Oh, I've been there
more than once.

And from the way you've
been looking at Shanae,

the empathy,
I suspect you have as well.

It's a long story.

I've got time.

My father died when
I was 16, line of duty.

After, I was a mess.

I felt trapped by my...

my mother and our grief...

so I rebelled.

There was this boy.

My mom said that
he was bad news.

But I was desperate
to feel better,

and he was a distraction
from my pain,

so I ran away with him.

That doesn't sound like you.

I wasn't me yet.

My mother was right though.

He was bad news.

I got pregnant.

And he left me alone

at 17, no clue what to do.

Marisa, I'm so sorry.

It was rough, but I decided
to go on with the pregnancy.

I found a shelter for girls
in my situation.

The women there really helped.

I tried to eat well
and stay active.

There was a path through
the woods behind the house

where I was staying.

I'd walk it a lot.

Then...

Six weeks before I was due...

Help!

About a mile...

Help!

Up the trail, my labor started.

I managed to get myself

to a road
and flagged down a car.

- Please, please!
- And?

They called an ambulance.

Did the baby survive?

- He did.
- Oh.

The shelter helped me
find a good home for him,

better life than
a teenage mom could offer.

He was premature,

so I never even got to hold him.

Then I kept the
adoption records closed...

So that I would never be
tempted to look back.

- Your own Ulysses pact.
- Mm-hmm.

Yeah.
- And after?

I went home.

I never told my mother.

She would have wanted
to raise him herself,

and I knew that that
was not right for her,

or me, or my son,
so I never told a soul...

except Alec.

He's the only other person
who knows.

Thank you.

Thank you for sharing that.

Alec calls it
my secret origin story.

I promised myself that
I would change my life.

I went back to school.
I studied my ass off.

And then, I decided
I would use my attraction

to danger for good,
so I joined the FBI.

And that's why
you hate the woods.

Mm, that is why
I hate the woods.

You should get some sleep.

I'll take first watch.

No, I...
I got this.

Marisa, Shanae, wake up.

We've got to go.

I know, fire, winds.

But we got to get people
looking for them again.

What part of being chased
by a madman with a gun

don't you understand?

I'd ask how you're doing,

but the answer
seems pretty obvious.

A girl is lost in the woods,
and somebody is trying

to kill her and my friends,

and there's nothing
I can do about it.

You can't do anything?

Or already done all you can?

Ah, it's the second one,

which means there's nothing
left to do but hope

or pray, whichever works.

You and I are priests
from two different religions.

Yours is about faith.

Mine is about using knowledge

to make the world
a better place.

So I don't want to pray.

I want to be out there helping.

Well, from what I hear,
you're in a hospital

because you ignored your body
until it was almost too late.

Now, everyone knows the line,
"Love thy neighbor as thyself."

But we can't help others
if we don't help ourselves.

I'll leave you to your hope.

Excuse me.

Hmm.

Professor, there's someone
you need to meet.

This is Hank Curty.

If you're here, you're obviously

not the one hunting down Shanae.

So who are you and why
are you following her?

I'm an insurance investigator.

Hank's firm issued
a huge life insurance policy

for Shanae a few years ago.
- $12 million.

But the value of
her policy is based on

her potential future earnings

and requires regular physicals.

And Shanae skipped her last one.

Yeah, you know, it's funny.

I usually look into people
who claim

that they are hurt
or sick and faking it,

but this time around,
it's the opposite.

Your company thinks
she might be more hurt

than she's letting on?

Well, if her tennis career
is over,

that would be grounds
to invalidate her policy.

I mean, jury's still out,

but it's not looking
too good for her.

Not to be callous,
but what would happen

if she died before
you filed your report?

Policy would pay out.

Her beneficiaries
would get the $12 mil.

I got you.
I got you.

OK.

Oh, 22 miles.

- 4 more miles.
- Well, 4.2.

That's my girl.

OK.

Shanae was never going to
play tennis again.

But you knew that, right?

We weren't supposed to.

But Nae travels a lot,
so her mail

still comes to our house.

We got some of
her medical paperwork.

David said it didn't look good.

And where is David?

He's looking for Shanae.

He went to the woods
right after we talked with you.

He said he was able
to use her workout app

to get a rough location.
Didn't he tell you?

Dionne, I'm going to ask you
some questions.

You need to be honest
with me and with yourself.

David discovered Shanae,

and he devoted
his life to her career.

He must have had a huge
emotional investment in her.

He did. He does.

When he coached Shanae
and she won,

I'm guessing he felt elated,
as if he'd won himself.

Right?
- Of course.

- What happened when she lost?
- He doesn't take losses well.

He'd get upset,
push Shanae to be better.

Is that why she fired him?

We... we never said
that she fired him.

Did Luka tell you that?
- He didn't have to.

When David was talking
about changing coaches

being his decision,
he made sure to look me

right in the eye.
- She hit a plateau.

So I stepped aside,
and we brought in Coach Luka.

Now, we think
that conveys honesty,

but about 2/3 of people

make deliberate eye contact
when they lie.

So why did Shanae fire him?

You're right.

His temper was a big part of it.

It's been almost two years.

Is David still angry?

Sometimes.

He hasn't been able to find
a new coaching job.

And he stresses a lot
about money, our future.

And he gets $12 million
if she dies.

Dionne, the last time
I talked to the people

that were searching for Shanae,
somebody was shooting at her,

and it looks to me like
there's only one person

who has the motive to do that.

Oh, God, we have to stop him.

Hi, it's Rose.
Please leave a message.

Rose, David is the one
hunting Shanae.

I got some information on him.

I'm coming to find you.

Alec?
Alec!

Hey, help!
Somebody help!

I know where we are.

The road to my house,
it's not far.

If the shooter is around,
crossing that cleared area

will make us sitting ducks.

Well, maybe he gave up
or died in the fire.

We're not risking
your life on maybes.

Oh, your phone.

- You must be back in range.
- Alec.

They're taking me
back to surgery.

My wound reopened,
but you need to know

that David is the shooter.
- David?

As a tennis pro,
David had one fatal flaw.

He fought for every point,

even when he was behind
on the set.

He's a narcissist who
can't admit when he's losing.

He's not going to give up
on getting Shanae.

It also means that if you
and Rose give him an opening,

he will charge the net,

even if it means
he loses the match.

Uh, OK, Alec has to go now.

Give him hell, Marisa.

Did he just say my stepdad
was going to kill me?

- Not if we can help it.
- OK, new plan.

Freeze, FBI.
Put your gun down.

How did you know I'd be up here?

It's the only place
that you could get a shot.

You should know,
that's not Shanae down there.

Shooting her
will do you no good.

You've lost, David.

Let's talk about your situation,

weigh the pros and cons.
- I haven't lost yet.

Yes, you have.
You're under arrest.

I guess I didn't die.

Not this time.

And Marisa and Rose
saved Shanae, thanks to you.

Mmm.

Rose said that she'll be here
as soon as she can.

So all's well.

Hey, don't you have your
Circle of Honor induction

at Hampton tonight?

It's just a stupid party
with my college friends.

It's no biggie.
- It's not stupid.

Your band friends
are part of your life,

and they want to see you
and honor you.

I want that for you, too.

Yeah, but you need me here.

I needed you.
Shanae needed you.

And you came through.

You always do.

Go.

I promise, I won't do
anything crazy this time.

Oh, I know you won't,

because I'm going to bribe
all the nurses

with cupcakes to make sure
you stay put.

Mm.

- Don't make me laugh.
- I love you.

I love you too.
Thank you.

How's our champion doing?

Well, they say Rose did
a good job setting my arm.

I'll heal.

How's David?

He'll survive in prison.

I can't believe he did that.

I fired him because
he could be a selfish jerk,

but I didn't know
he was a psychopath.

Well, he's out of your life now.

I'm just sorry he put you
through so much hell

before we could stop him.

Oh, it wasn't all bad.

I made it a lot further
than 18 miles this time.

We made a pretty good team.

We did.

I appreciate you taking me
into your confidence.

Though I must admit, I'm even
more intimidated by you now.

You're a hard act to follow.

You have nothing to worry about.

I learned too young that
when you have to walk away

from someone you love,
the best thing you can do

is wish them happiness
and not look back.

You should get back
to the hospital.

I'll finish up here.

Thank you.

They're transporting
Shanae here now.

They say she's going to be OK,
thanks to you and your team.

I am glad to hear it.

How could I not see it?

We all miss warning signs
when we don't want to see them.

That's how I ended up here.

The important thing now
is that you and Shanae

can reinvent
your lives together,

and that starts with
you forgiving yourself.

♪ I, I've

♪ Been learning to fly

♪ This whole time

♪ I, I've

♪ Been learning to ride
this life right ♪

♪ Oh, I

You had me worried sick.

I wasn't worried
about you at all.

I was lost in the woods,

which were on fire, being hunted

by a psychotic narcissist
with a rifle.

Mm.

I had faith
that you would be fine.

♪ I've been learning

♪ To fly this whole time