Ow!
Hello?
Officer Nolan, this is Detective Nyla Harper.
I'm your new training officer.
My... Great!
Um, I'm sorry,
- did you say "detective"? - Yeah.
Isn't that a little unusual for...
I thought we should get a drink,
size each other up a bit before shift tomorrow.
Meet me at Third Strike. 20 minutes.
Third Strike. Okay, got it.
I'm gonna... I'm gonna need like 30.
20, or I'm gone.
Oh, uh, okay.
Um...
Uh, excuse me.
I'm meeting someone here, a Nyla Harper.
Um...
I'll grab a draft when you got a minute.
Let me guess. First date?
Worried she's not gonna show?
Oh, no, no. I wouldn't bring a first date here.
- No offense. - Oh, none taken.
I am meeting someone, though.
My, um... My TO.
My training officer.
I'm a rookie. LAPD.
- You're a rookie? - Yeah.
Mid-life career change.
- Oh. Good for you. - Thanks.
You wouldn't happen to see her, did you,
someone probably just checking her watch,
- looking annoyed? - Maybe.
I-I don't really pay attention
to people sitting at the bar.
So, why the change?
Hmm.
Uh, you know, uh,
sometimes life just gives you a nudge.
For me, it was a divorce,
my son moving off to college,
and an ill-timed trip to the bank.
Makes sense. Wife left you,
kid left you.
Nothing like a gun in hand
to make you feel powerful again.
No, that's not why at all.
Are there maybe some other customers
that could use your help?
You're her. You're my TO.
Took you long enough.
Wow. Okay.
- Why the game? - Wanted to see if you could play.
So, if it wasn't about your gun,
why do you want the badge?
Well, because when people are having their worst day,
I want to be there, try to help make it right.
Oh, God, you're one of those.
- One of what? - A guardian.
There are two kinds of cops, Officer Nolan...
there are Warriors and Guardians.
One's a hunter, the other's a nurturer.
One is only alive when they're in the fight.
The other is happy to clock out after 12.
One is worth my time.
The other is not.
That went well.
I don't understand.
So, she's a detective,
but she's coming back to patrol?
- Is that allowed? - Well, it's not unheard of.
Actually, I've never heard of it.
Lucky me.
Well, I've been through a lot of TO mind games,
and it's really not that bad.
All you need to remember is
be absolutely perfect at all times.
- Thanks. - Look, seriously,
you are a great cop.
You just need to keep being a great cop,
and she'll see that.
Oh, Rachel.
Uh, I'll see you guys in there.
- Hey! - Hi!
- Happy birthday! - Thank you!
- It's... It's your birthday? - Yeah!
And I am spending it doing what I love...
picking up juvenile contact reports.
I got your gift.
How do you always find the perfect thing?
Mm, just six months of scouring
every used book store in Los Angeles.
I tracked down a copy of "Aeronautics Through the Ages."
Sounds like a page turner.
Well, my grandfather did the illustrations.
He was obsessed with planes.
When I was a kid,
we spent every weekend at local airfields.
Well, until security crackdowns.
Anyway, um, I should get to work.
- We still on for Friday? - Yeah.
I'll pick you up at 8:00.
- Happy birthday. - Thanks.
Whatever you're about to say, don't.
We have a new Training Officer
joining us this morning,
Detective Nyla Harper.
Nyla?
- What's up? - You're late for roll call.
- Oh, that's still a thing? - Take a seat.
As I was saying...
Detective Harper just completed
four years of undercover work.
She has volunteered to bring
her wealth of experience to the FTO program.
Officer Nolan, I'm sure you'll learn a lot.
Looking forward to it, sir.
If you need anything,
ask Lopez and Bradford.
They'll bring you up to speed.
Yes, sir.
Alright, that's it. Be safe out there.
Hey. Angela Lopez.
- Hi. - He's Bradford.
Surprised to see a detective volunteer as a TO.
Most would see it as a step backward.
While clearly, you've never moved forward.
I get the appeal, though... surround yourself with kids
who don't know enough to see through your bull.
Look, solid policing is anything but bull.
Whereas cops like you spend so much time over the edge
you don't even know where the line is.
Don't get your panties in a bunch, handsome.
I'm not saying you're not tough.
I'm just saying you're not me.
I love her so much.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
- What's all this? - Our gear.
Ticket book? You're not gonna need that.
Or that. Or this.
Okay, well, Sergeant Grey likes to see two citations a week.
Grey's not your TO.
Give me an AR-15
with PVS-14 night vision and a laser sight.
- You're AR certified? - Card's on file.
Coming up.
You really think we're gonna need an AR-15?
Sure hope so.
L-Look, um, about last night.
I-I really don't understand the ruse.
If you wanted to know why I wanted to be a cop,
you could have just asked me, and I would have told you.
I wanted to see who you were
when you weren't kissing your new TO's ass.
And I found out you can't be trusted.
Because I want to help people?
Because you started spilling secrets
to a complete stranger.
What if that waitress had a brother in the Rolling 60s
who would just love to smoke an off-duty cop?
I didn't think of that.
Clearly.
Okay, look, I'm sorry. That won't happen again.
You obviously have a wealth of experience.
And I'm looking forward to
learning everything you have to teach.
Oh, I won't be teaching you.
You're my training officer.
Which earns me a 5% pay bump.
Whether you learn or not.
I know you're probably worrying about
what to get Rachel.
Don't.
You are riding with the world's best gift-giver.
So let's start brainstorming.
What are you thinking about getting her?
Nothing.
It's her birthday.
We've been dating for two weeks.
If I get her something, it'd be weird.
So, you just wished her happy birthday,
and now you're done?
Yep.
Okay.
Maybe I should get her something small.
Broken taillight.
Which he clearly can't afford to fix.
Ah, look, she barely stopped.
She could have caused an accident.
But she didn't.
Is this why you became a cop, Five Percent?
To harass hard-working people just trying to get by?
Doesn't sound very guardian-like to me.
No, ma'am, but Sergeant Grey likes to see 2, 2, and 2...
two citations, two misdemeanors, and two felony arrests a week.
Yeah, we won't be doing that.
- And if he fires us? - I can't get fired.
I have a golden ticket.
Like in "Willy Wonka"?
Like in the LAPD.
It's a reward for policing above and beyond.
I had my choice... any station, any detail.
- And you picked this? - Mm-hmm.
Well, you must have taken down some heavy hitters.
It's what warriors do, Officer Nolan.
Which is why we don't get out of this car
for anything less than a felony.
And when we do step out, we step out hard and fast.
Strike before they can.
And if you slow me down, you are done.
Aah!
Are you kidding me?!
Please stop.
Drop the guns now! Show us your hands!
Okay, okay.
- You got 'em? - Yeah.
Let's go.
Police. Is someone in there?
I-I don't want trouble.
- Are you okay? - I'll move.
I just need my cart.
We're not clearing you out. We're here to help.
We'll take you to a hospital. You've been hurt.
I'm fine.
I'm fine. Just lea...
- Leave me alone. - Okay, um, no problem.
I just need some information for the report.
No, I got... I have to go.
At least tell me your name.
Alice.
Sheldon. Alice Sheldon.
Thank you, Alice.
I'll make sure those boys never hurt you again.
If you need anything...
We were just protecting our neighborhood.
My... My dad said they're tanking the property values.
She's a human being.
I'm not so sure about you two.
Maserati. No plates.
Let me guess.
Not worth getting out of the shop for.
No, this one, we stop.
A rag around the steering column
to hide the broken ignition.
That car is stolen.
Driver in the Maserati, pull over.
Driver. Step out of the car.
You're hot for a cop.
I know. Everybody out. Now.
Hands where I can see them.
Nolan. VIN.
Control, 7-Adam-15.
Need you to run a VIN for me.
Number's 7-1-8.
Hey, stay where you are.
Stay where you are!
You're under arrest.
Hey, stop!
Get up.
7-Adam-15. In foot pursuit of suspect.
7th and Figueroa.
Hispanic male, 5'7", gray shirt, gray jeans.
Requesting backup and airship.
Aah!
Aaaah!
7-Adam-15. Start an RA to 7th and Figueroa.
Suspect down. Broken leg. Conscious and breathing.
Just stay still. Help is on the way.
She pushed me. That bitch pushed me.
Okay, ready.
- So, what happened? - Gravity.
He says you pushed him.
I know I said I wasn't gonna
teach you anything, Five Percent,
but, um here's a lesson.
Criminals lie.
She's right.
Criminals lie.
You really think she could've pushed him?
I don't know. With Talia, I never would've...
I never would have considered it,
but Harper has this real "ends justifies the means" vibe.
Still. Throwing somebody off a roof
in broad daylight is hardcore.
But she has a golden ticket.
Maybe she thinks that'll protect her.
Wait, a golden ticket is rarified air.
My dad caught a serial killer
and a bank crew in the same shift
- and never got a golden ticket. - Okay.
If you were me, would you go to Grey?
Look, Harper might have a ticket, but you don't.
You have the responsibility to inform the watch commander
of any potential issues on the job.
And an allegation of police brutality
would definitely be one.
Excuse me. May I have a word?
Oh, right on time.
- I'll come back later. - No. Stay.
This concerns you, too.
See, Detective Harper asked me to review
her body-cam footage.
Hey! Stop!
Stop! Hey!
- Aaaaah! - I told you to stop!
Looks conclusive to me.
Yes, sir.
So I'll forward it to Internal Affairs with a memo.
Hopefully it'll head off any civil lawsuits
that might be coming your way.
- Thank you, sir. - You're welcome.
And thank you for the trust.
I'm sorry, sir.
No, you did the right thing coming to me.
I-I-It's not that I don't trust her.
No, you shouldn't trust her.
So, word is Detective Harper
spent the last four years doing
"controlled deliveries"
in the LAPD-DEA task force.
I'm not familiar with the term.
An undercover agent poses as a drug smuggler.
Goes into Mexico, negotiates with the cartel.
Guarantees delivery of dope into the U.S.
with their own lives.
And then they actually smuggle the dope over the border,
planting micro trackers in it.
See, and then once it's distributed,
SWAT moves in, arrests everyone that touched it.
And then she goes back to Mexico
and starts the whole thing over again.
But only now,
the cartel is looking for someone to blame,
with blow torches, power tools, you know.
Explains the attitude.
She spent the last four years
neck-deep in paranoia and adrenaline,
Lying every time she opened her mouth,
striking out at any sign of aggression.
Now, don't get me wrong...
I have the utmost respect for her service,
but transitioning back into a uniform?
That's gonna be a bitch.
So, you made her my TO?
I didn't have much say in that matter.
She would eat a 25-year-old recruit alive.
At least you stand a chance.
Well, thank you,
but I-I think I would stand a much better chance
if I knew why she wanted to be here in the first place.
When you find out, let me know.
What are you doing?
Raiding the lost and found.
- Why? - For Alice.
The transient those kids were paintballing.
I ran her name.
10 years ago, she was on the tenure track at UCLA,
teaching chemistry.
Had a house, a couple dogs,
then everything fell apart.
That's awful.
But, I mean, we interact with homeless every day.
You don't bring them care packages.
Those kids took away her dignity,
tortured her for fun.
She deserves a little compassion.
Look, I, uh, have a couple sweatshirts in my car.
We can grab them on the way out.
Sounds good.
Look, it's a bad idea.
No, it's not.
Do you even know if Rachel likes baseball?
Who doesn't like baseball?
- It's America's pastime. - In the '30s.
Rachel is not into sports.
Try to think of something that's for her.
Thank God.
Uh, we got a call about an assault?
They just barged in and started taking pictures.
My son is very sick.
- Good! Yay! - ...what you're doing.
Oh, that's awesome! Ready?
- Hey, what's going on in here? - Just a second.
Step out in the hallway right now.
Both of you.
What's the problem, Officer?
They broke into my son's room and started posing.
"Broke in" is an exaggeration.
You told the nurse you were his sister.
I didn't say I was his sister.
I said I was a sister.
We're just trying to help.
Bella saw a Facebook post
about little Cody and his fight against cancer.
She has a half a million followers on social media.
I was just trying to draw attention to his plight.
- Doesn't that count for something? - Not without permission.
You're under arrest for trespassing
and photographing a minor without a parent's consent.
I told you this was a bad idea.
You need more empathy posts. Your follows are stagnant.
The consultant told us to find a sick kid...
He's not a consultant.
He's your cousin, and he still lives with his mom!
- He's got his finger on the pulse. - Okay, enough.
Alright, I am really sorry that this happened.
We will come back and get your statement.
Honey, get back in bed.
Can't we get in there? Just one picture.
No!
Looks like she moved on.
She left some stuff behind.
Hey, you know where the woman who was attacked went?
Have you seen her?
Whose stuff is this here?
What's that?
I don't know, but Alice was trying to protect it.
Could it be her daughter?
No, she didn't have kids.
Control, I need you to run a name.
Katrin Arnoux.
I show a Katrin Arnoux
as the victim of a hit-and-run in 2009.
Homicide?
Negative. Victim was left paralyzed.
- Any suspects? - Negative.
Would you like contact information
on the investigating detective?
Yeah. Send it to the box.
Wait, you don't think that...
10 years ago,
this girl was paralyzed by a hit-and-run driver.
And right after,
Alice fell apart, ended up here.
Sure sounds like guilt to me.
We gotta find her.
She's a fugitive.
Look, I only went to Grey
because you refused to deal with me.
You could have shown me your body-cam footage on scene.
I don't answer to you, Five Percent.
No, you don't.
But if you are committed
to making this an antagonistic relationship,
don't expect me to roll over and take it.
Where...
Where is it?!
Looking for this?
That's mine! Give it!
Who is she?
She's, um...
It's no one. I j...
It's not anyone.
It just... I like it.
Her name is Katrin Arnoux.
N-N-No.
No. No.
But I think you know that.
What happened 10 years ago, Alice?
Nothing. Nothing.
Nothing. I have to go.
I think something did.
Something that destroyed your life.
N-N-No.
N-No, no, no.
It was late. Maybe you were tired.
You never saw her.
You tried to convince yourself it was an animal,
But then you saw the news.
And you tried to move on, but...
it haunted you.
Poisoned every part of your life until you ended up here.
I don't know what you're talking about.
You do.
And I think some part of you is relieved it's finally out.
I never meant to hurt anybody.
I'm sorry, but you're under arrest.
Okay. Okay.
Son of a bitch.
What?
- Who is he? - Corkscrew.
I knew him in Arizona.
If he's in LA, something's up.
You met him when you were undercover?
What are you do... What are you...?
What are you doing?
Um...
You know, you're not supposed to
take off your uniform on shift.
You gonna run and tell Grey?
Just forget Grey.
Just tell me what's going on.
I'm your only backup out here.
Corkscrew knew me as a tweaker named Crystal.
If I play it right, he'll tell me why he's in town.
Only come in if I need you.
How will I know?
You'll know.
Crystal?
- These are my clothes. - Hey, hey, hey.
It's me.
Dude. Corkscrew.
Dude, what are you doing here?!
Can we get hi-res copies of these?
No.
How about I take Rachel to the shooting range?
Again, that is something you would like.
You got to get something for her.
I see couples at the shooting range all the time.
- All the time? - Okay, some of the time.
I think it's a great idea.
You could do a whole Insta story.
We can help.
An un-boxing video for the gun.
You posing in the outfits.
There are no outfits.
It's Nolan.
So, answer it.
Why, 'cause you want intel on the new TO?
Or don't answer it. Suit yourself.
Hey, you're on speaker. What's up?
Hypothetically, is it worse
to disobey a direct order from your TO
or to stand by and watch while they're killed?
Depends on the TO.
Look, disobeying a direct order is a serious offense.
So really think about it before you do it.
What's going on?
I'll let you know when I figure it out.
Okay, so, look.
I-I need cash.
You know, times is hard.
A guy like you's in town.
Something big must be going on.
I want in.
- Forget it. - No, hey, look!
I'm a great lookout.
I-It'd be like old times!
Hey, the last time you were supposed to help out,
you flaked!
I almost got pinched.
A buddy of mine's doing five years.
O-Okay, but that... b-but that's not my fault, though.
Are you saying it's mine?
You junkie bitch!
Hands where I can see them!
Uh, uh, this crazy bitch attacked me.
Turn around. Put your hands on the wall.
Spread your feet.
Ma'am, I need you to do the same thing.
Let him go. Arrest me.
Ma'am, you're under arrest.
Come on. Give me your hand.
I'm tellin' you, she started it.
Oh, you can tell just by looking at her,
that lady is trouble.
How long have you known her?
I never seen her before.
- Why? What did she say? - Nothing.
Just a routine question.
I just need your ID and your mobile number,
and I can get out of your hair.
Yeah, it's, uh... It's 480...
Sorry, I need to get it off your actual phone.
- Procedure. - Okay.
Perfect.
Thank you.
Thanks.
Alright, we're far enough away. Pull over and let me out.
Not until you answer a couple of questions.
- What did Corkscrew say? - Pull over!
What's he doing in LA?
I am your TO. Pull over now!
Yeah, you know what?
You really don't act like it.
You know, I'd tell you what he said,
but you'd probably just blab it to some random waitress.
Okay, how am I the untrustworthy one here?
Everything you have said to me so far
is either a lie or an evasion.
Not lying when I say I hate you.
You know, I don't even think you can help it anymore.
I don't think lying is second nature to you.
I think it's first. It's who you are.
Pull over right now, Five Percent,
or I will have your badge.
Pretty sure I'm getting fired.
You're pretty sure?
Dude, you are 100% getting fired.
But you got to let her out.
I can't stand down now.
I've gone too far.
You can't keep her in there forever.
What's your plan?
Dessert.
How did you do that?
The shop only opens from the outside.
Enjoy your cupcake
'cause it's the last thing you'll eat as a cop.
I got Corkscrew's mobile number.
We can track his contacts and his movements.
Still fired?
Not today.
Definitely tomorrow.
Control, I need to monitor a cellphone.
What is she wearing?
More importantly, what's she doing in our house?
Detectives don't go back to patrol.
It's got to be a demotion.
Jackson heard she has a golden ticket.
She had her pick of assignments, and she chose this?
Nah. Something wonky's going on.
That's really her?
We think so.
She looks so... so pathetic.
As far as we can tell,
her life fell apart after she hit you.
It's almost impossible for a transient
To hang on to anything.
Belongings are stolen, confiscated by the city.
But she held on to your picture for 10 years
in conditions worse than prison.
She never let herself forget.
Even for a moment.
What are you saying?
She's suffered enough?
Back in the day, if she was arrested,
she would have gotten three years in prison.
Maybe five.
Instead, she's been punishing herself
for the last decade.
She ran but didn't escape.
I'll never run again, Officer Lopez.
Yes, ma'am. I apologize.
I wasn't trying to excuse what she did to you.
- Only... - Only what?
She destroyed a part of me.
And you have the nerve to plead her case?
She was out of line.
No, she's right.
I overstepped.
This is Ross Tegan, AKA Corkscrew.
He operates as a straw buyer out of Arizona,
transporting unlicensed weapons into California
where they end up on our streets.
Thanks to Detective Harper,
we now know the location of his next sale.
- Detective? - He may not look like much,
but Corkscrew is putting guns in the hands
of the most dangerous gangs in the city.
Cut off his pipeline, our streets get safer,
and our jobs get easier.
So we'll observe the exchange
from a van across the street.
As soon as the buy takes place,
SWAT will move in to make the arrest.
- What about me? - So, you and Nolan
will secure the perimeter
with Bradford and Chen.
Make sure we don't get any nasty surprises.
So, it's my bust,
but you want me to wait outside?
That's exactly what I want, Detective Harper.
Is that gonna be a problem?
No, sir.
Good.
Gear up.
Hang back, Nolan.
You need to watch your back.
Oh, I'll be miles from the action.
I mean with Harper.
Now, Grey's put you in a bad position.
She's a land mine waiting to go off.
So if you find yourself in a jam, text Officer Chen.
We'll be there.
Thank you.
Don't go all emotional on me.
Training rookies is a sacred duty,
and it bothers me when cops don't treat it that way.
- Just be safe. - Let's go, Chen.
Nice.
No serial numbers?
Yeah.
And they're $250 apiece?
That's a deal.
Can you get 100 more?
Sure.
I got 'em close by, as long as you got the cash.
I'll text my guy.
They're upping the buy. Hold position.
Who's the buyer?
Most likely, it's one of two local arms dealers...
Osito or Brooker.
Osito. The Teddy Bear?
It's his nickname, I assume
it's meant to be ironic.
Between those two guys,
they provide 60% of the guns from here to Fresno.
Sounds like firsthand knowledge.
You work undercover on that before the task force?
You've been doing your homework.
- Need to know who I'm riding with. - Hmm.
And...?
Don't you think you know me now?
Oh, I don't think even you know you.
Whatever. That's a bunch of crap.
Ever considered therapy?
What makes you think I'm not already in therapy?
You ever thought about more therapy?
You hate every gift idea I pitch.
Because they're all things you want.
It's not just guy stuff.
Isabel loved going to the shooting range.
Isabel was a cop, you're basically the same person.
Rachel has different interests.
So, what you're saying is
I should stop coming up with my own ideas
- and just listen to you? - Basically.
Look, man, is the money coming or not?
He'll be here.
This is taking too long.
If Osito wants more, set up another buy.
Alright, deal is done. Moving in.
Perimeter units, lock down all traffic.
What? No. No.
Hold that order.
- Stay in position. - Who the hell is this?!
Harper. Osito is a must-catch.
If we roll up on these guys now, we will spook him,
He's not coming, and we can't risk losing these two.
- Yeah, but... - Detective Harper,
this is not your call.
Respect the chain of command and your fellow officers,
or I will fire you, golden ticket or not.
Team one, move in.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. We're on perimeter.
I am not gonna let these guys blow my operation.
It is blown!
The only thing you're gonna accomplish charging in there
is having Grey fire you.
And while I would love to be rid of you,
I am positive you are here for a reason.
That golden ticket could have gotten you any detail anywhere.
You picked this.
So I have to believe that reason is important...
too important to blow it because of a bruised ego.
Hands up! Don't move! Don't move!
Do not move!
- Put your hands behind your back. - Hold on.
>i>Keep still, keep still, keep still.
Look, if you're expecting a thank you...
Oh, I know better than that.
Hands on the car!
Keep your hands up.
This one's clean.
- Did you see that? - What?
That blue Mustang just made a U-turn.
That driver looked scared.
That could be Osito bringing the money.
Or it could be some random guy
that realized he left his phone at the store.
No, the look on that driver's face,
when he saw the cops... that's our guy.
- What did he look like? - Hispanic, mid-30s,
full face, brown hair, scar over his left eye.
That's Osito.
Don't call it in.
SWAT already has their bust.
This guy is mine.
They're on Osito, but Harper's enforcing radio silence.
Tell me he invited you to track his phone.
- Yep. - 7-Adam-19.
We're Code 4 on the scene.
Breaking down the perimeter.
Where is he headed? He can't live here.
With any luck, he's leading us to his home base.
I'd feel a lot better with backup.
Nah, that's too conspicuous.
Long as he doesn't know we're following him,
there's no telling where he might lead us.
You are aware we're in a black and white?
I know.
So, what now?
It's perfect.
There's only one way in... or out.
7-Adam-15.
We got a 417 at Diamond Lock Storage.
19901 Jefferson Boulevard.
Requesting backup and airship. Code 2 High.
- Feel better? - No.
Let's go.
Don't move.
Lay down flat on your stomach.
Hands out to your sides, palms up.
Ready?
LAPD!
- Malfunction! - Get covered.
- Covering! Covering! - Moving in.
Get up! Get up!
Hey, let's go! Let's go!
- Are you okay? - The vest caught it.
Looks like you've got a little warrior in you, after all.
And you've got a little guardian.
Hey, watch your mouth.
Osito!
It's over!
Put your weapons down
and come out with your hands high.
Hands on the car!
Turn around! Get down on your knees!
Hands behind your head!
Got him.
Now, doesn't that make it all worthwhile?
No.
But it helps.
Protect and Serve...
What do you think?
That I'm glad he's not yelling at me like that?
Say it.
I'm sorry that my recklessness put you in jeopardy.
My job is to train you,
not to chase after my own windmills.
And?
If you would like to file a formal complaint,
I will not hold it against you in any way.
No, I'm good.
But when you're ready,
I'd like you to tell me why you're here.
I wouldn't hold your breath.
And for the record,
technically, Five Percent should be your nickname.
- Is that it? - Yes.
No.
Have a nice evening.
You always have to push it.
Ms. Arnoux.
Thank you for coming in.
I didn't like the way we left it.
I shouldn't have unloaded on you like that.
I was completely in the wrong.
I made your situation about me, my own issues.
It was insensitive, and I'm sorry.
If there's anything I can do
to help you through this process, I'm here.
Your own issues?
I got into a fight with a boyfriend in high school.
We were at a party.
I left.
He got drunk and flipped his car.
It was a closed casket.
After that, I went into a dark place,
and I guess Alice's guilt just triggered something in me.
Really, if you need anything, here's my card.
Wait.
When it happened,
I thought she had taken everything from me.
But the truth is my life is amazing.
I have a husband who I met at physical therapy
and two kids who are my whole world.
I've gained so much more than I've lost.
Can I tell them that... the DA?
Will it help?
Yeah.
A statement from you could mean the difference
between hard time and treatment.
That's very generous of you.
No.
It costs me nothing.
- Hey. - Hey!
- ? I am sure - It's your birthday.
Yes, it is.
But I'm heading to dinner with my family.
That's okay.
I just came by to give you this.
You wrap that yourself?
Is it that obvious?
No, it's not.
- Should I open it now? - Sure.
It's a, um...
Chuck Yeager's Bell X-1.
First plane to break the sound barrier.
Yeah.
I just thought maybe we could
put it together Friday night
instead of going out.
I'd love that.
Good.
Happy birthday.
Thanks.
And thanks for the present.
Yeah.
Okay.
Have fun with your parents.
Thanks.
Have a good day at school.
Bye!
What are you doing here?
You can't see her without supervision.
I know. I know.
Look, my lawyer's filing a petition.
You're late on child support and you can afford a lawyer?
Here's half.
I-I was gonna mail it to you this morning, but...
I'm getting a pay bump at work.
So I should be able to get it squared in a few weeks.
Whatever.
I'm also petitioning for joint custody.
50-50.
And who will look after her
when you disappear for months at a time?
That's over.
I'm back working patrol.
Regular hours. Right here in the neighborhood.
Are you okay?
I'm getting there.
And then I'm getting her back.
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