9-1-1 (2018–…): Season 3, Episode 16 - The One That Got Away - full transcript

Get that.

Help on the way.

Hey, put another hose on it.

Anybody here? LAFD.

- Floor looks empty, Cap.
- Let's make sure.

LAFD!

LAFD. Anybody there?

LAFD!

Guys, guys, over here! Over here.

LAFD! Is anyone in here?

Is anyone in here? Cap!



Guys, over here! Sir, are you hurt?

Don't know. Can't get up.

I need O-2!

O-2 coming in.

Get me the mattress carrier.

Hey, can you wiggle
your toes for me, sir?

- All right, there we go.
- All right, mattress secure.

All right, let's pull him up.

Wait. Gladys.

Need to get Gladys.

- He's out.
- Gladys? Who's Gladys?

Might be a cat or a dog.

All right, Buck, we got
this. Go look around out there

- and see if you can find a pet.
- I'm on it.



One, two, three.

Gladys, where are you?

Mayday, mayday. Building is unstable.

We're calling it for
immediate evacuation.

Okay, we're pulling
out. Get him downstairs.

Buck, let's go, let's go.

Gladys?

Come on, Gladys, we really need to go.

Gladys?

Gladys!

9-1-1. What's your emergency?

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Possible airway burns.

Let's get her to Sunset General.

We found him on the bathroom floor.

He must've slipped and hit his head.

He passed out as soon as we got him up.

Sir, can you hear me?

Did you get her? Please, tell me.

I got her. I got Gladys.

She is okay.

Oh. That's not Gladys. That's Hoover.

Oh, thank God, Hoover.
But where's Gladys?

Atwater Street incident,

this is Metro Fire Command.

- Please respond.
- Go for Captain Nash.

I have a deaf woman
trapped in apartment 10G.

Gladys.

That's as far as the ladders will reach.

The end of her hallway is engulfed.

Frazier just told me there's no access

to the stairwell, either.

Hey, the building next
door is not on fire.

Get to her from the roof?

Rappelling kit's got 150 feet of rope.

That'll get me down
to the street with her.

You want to do a rope
rescue? Of course, you do.

Well, he's not doing it alone.

He's gonna need you on the pulley.

Go, go, go!

Okay, we gotta be ready
here on the ground.

Chim, have a cyanokit on standby.

Dispatch, be advised.

We cannot reach with the ladder.

Please inform the resident
that we will be descending

from the roof through her window.

She's all alone up there.

Anton, I need you to keep still.

Ow!

You're experiencing tenderness?

Been nauseous for days.

So I got antacid stashed
all over the place.

You've had these symptoms for a while.

- Urinating a lot?
- Yeah.

You may have an excess
of calcium in your blood.

Probably from an undiagnosed
thyroid condition.

Just tell me they're
going to get to Gladys.

Anton, don't worry.

We've got our best boys on it.

Get back, okay?

Eddie, I got her. Coming back out.

Copy that.

Fire's getting a little close up here.

We need to double-time it.

Cap, the roof is gone!

Then Buck's gonna have to lower himself

the rest of the way.
You secure that rope,

and you get out of there.

Mitchell, Sanchez, get the airbag.

Line's all yours, Buck.

All right, I got it.
I'll see you down there.

Come on, Buck. Come on, buddy.

Go, let's go! We gotta move!

Oh, my God.

Are you okay?

- Watch her head.
- All right.

We got a 60-year-old male
with smoke inhalation,

mild head lacerations,
syncopal episode at scene.

BP's 150/100, but I did notice
an irregular heart rhythm.

Okay, we're buried here. Thanks.

Okay, hang on, hang on.

This man could have a
serious thyroid problem.

Tell cardiology to order a 12-lead EKG

looking for arrhythmia
associated with hypercalcemia.

Got it.

Whoo! And that was something, huh?

A fire that big, and no fatalities.

We have to celebrate.

We should hit up that
bar on Pico, you know,

the one with the loaded
fries. First round's on me.

Wish I could, man.

Christopher's hosting his
first sleepover tonight.

Hey, you're more than
welcome to come and celebrate

with a bunch of nine-year-olds.

Hah, the rest of us
will toast your absence.

You're gonna have to toast mine, too.

Tonight's date night with Karen.

She can come.

I don't think that's her
idea of a date, but have fun.

Yeah, and I'm sorry,
Buck, but, uh, Athena and I

have a date night tonight, too,
so you guys have a good time.

- Good job.
- Yeah, sure.

See you, Cap.

No offense, but you are not the Buckley

I was looking forward to
spending my night with.

I get it, Chim.

Go wine and dine my
sister. I'll be fine.

Okay, Buckley,

guess we'll celebrate alone.

- I'll take a beer, please.
- You got it.

Heroic firefightr rescue
from blazing inferno.

Tonight at 11:00.

Idiot.

Excuse me?

Running straight into
a hellfire like that,

pulling rope stunts.

Only a moron would do
something that reckless.

Those "morons" are saving lives.

Damn straight.

LAFD.

Best and bravest on
God's green earth, right?

You used to be a firefighter.

Still a firefighter.

Just 'cause you retire doesn't
mean you forget who you are.

Red Delacroix.

Evan Buckley.

Buck. Here, what are you drinking?

No, no, after what you pulled out there,

this round's on me,

but I still think you're an idiot.

Buck.

So I'm telling you,

so we're just bringing down
the last of this litter,

and that mother bobcat,

she's got a laser-beam
focus on Mac and me.

And she saying, "Forget
about the damn the brushfire,

you better not harm one
hair on any of my babies."

Oh, Mac, he bought it in 2002.

Power lines. Chatsworth.

Oh, man, I'm sorry.

- Yeah.
- You must see...

still talk to your old crew
from time to time, right?

I mean, you guys are all still in touch?

At first.

You know, there were
barbecues and parties and...

swapping war stories.

And after that, there
were Christmas cards

and emails about the grandkids.

Nowadays, the only thing that

gets us all together in the same room

is when another one of us is dead.

We're all gonna go eventually, kid.

You just don't want to
be the last one left.

So no grandkids for you?

You'd have to have kids.

I always thought I'd...
I'd get around to it,

but just never happened, you know?

I was too consumed with the firehouse

and being the best and saving lives.

It's hard for a woman
to compete with that.

Oh. You hear that?

- What, Billie Holiday?
- Mm.

The sweet sound of no kids.

Oh.

Mm.

You gotta be kidding.

Oh, let's pretend we're not home.

Can't do that. Come on.

All right.

Oh, don't open the door all the way.

You know whoever it is is
gonna want to come inside.

Hen?

Hi, sorry to come by unannounced.

I tried to call you,

but both of your phones were off.

It was going straight to voicemail.

Oh, you two really have
a vibe going on here.

Why do you think we
weren't answering the phone?

Didn't you and Karen
have dinner plans tonight?

We're on our way to the restaurant.

Did you leave her in the car?

She refused to get out the car.

I'm violating the sanctity
of date night or something.

Bobby, they said on
the radio that someone

from that apartment building fire died.

Anton.

The guy with the cat? He
seemed fine at the hospital.

He should've been fine.

I gave that nurse the full rundown.

I even suggested an EKG.

I don't know what we could've missed.

Okay, just let me make a call.

Wow, you two really go
all out for date night.

I'm impressed.

Me and Karen, we're
just going for Mexican.

I need to step up my game.

Your wife is spending date
night alone in her car.

You might want to take a few steps.

What time do florists close?

No, you might want to think bigger.

Google "jewelry."

Mm.

Official cause of death, cardiac arrest.

I told them he might have hypercalcemia.

That's probably what contributed

to his heart failure.

Maybe they didn't have
time to check for it.

They were inundated with
patients from the fire.

- Cap.
- I'm sorry.

We assess the situation,
we treat the patients,

and we pass the information
on to nurses and doctors.

What's the point in doing all that

if they're just gonna ignore it?

Hen, you did your job.

Too bad nobody else did theirs.

You know, I really
didn't need an escort.

Red, just didn't want
you to end up in a ditch.

Whoop!

There we are.

All right, all right. There you go.

Enough good deeds.

You can get home.

I'm all right. I'm all right.

Oh, hey.

This is them, right? This is your house.

Yeah, that's my family. Fightin' 134.

That's our cap, Al Prescott.

And then Phillie, I told you about him.

And then there's Arno, Mac,

and that's me.

We were about your age around then, huh?

John Delacroix.

Well, you didn't think Red was

actually my birth name, do you?

The guys used to call me Code Red

because I was a bit of a hothead

when I was young, huh?

You know about that, don't you, Buck?

The hotheads?

Hey.

Who's this?

Cindy. The one that got away.

We were gonna be married.

What happened with you two?

Our jobs keep us pretty busy.

It's hard for someone not to feel

like they're always
coming in a distant second.

You broke up over the job?

World Series, 1988.

She had got tickets to see
the Dodgers play Oakland,

home game.

And I had already scheduled

a shift, and I figured

nobody was gonna beat the A's anyway.

So I told her I'd make
it up to her later.

And there never was a later.

Gibson hit that homerun in game one,

and by the time the
fifth game came along,

she was gone.

You got anybody, kid?

Me? Uh... no.

I did once, but...

Now listen to me.

You can be the hero, save lives,

but don't neglect having your own.

Last thing you want is to be at the end

holding nothing but regrets.

Trust me.

I know.

Look, I'm just saying
Red is a 40-year veteran

of the department. Two
citations for bravery.

Now he lives alone in
a one-bedroom apartment

he pays for with his pension.

Well, from the way you described him,

it sounds like he's okay with that.

Well, I'm not okay with it.

Nice one, Eddie.

So it's all about you.

No, come on. That's not what I'm saying.

It does seem like his
situation is bothering you

more than it bothers him.

Yeah. I mean, it does bother me.

Look, Red has no friends, no family.

All the guys from the 134,
they don't talk anymore.

It's like they just left him behind.

I'm sure they didn't mean to, Buck.

Life gets busy.

It's easy for people to lose touch,

especially when you don't work
in the same firehouse anymore.

Well, that doesn't make sense to me.

Nice shot, Hen.

I mean, that would never happen to us.

Of course not. We're family.

Yeah, it's never gonna change.

Yeah, like if Bobby retired.

You know something I don't?

Some day.

You know, or one of us
got moved to another house,

we would still all stay in touch.

Exactly. Like you two.

You still keep in touch with the guys

that used to be here, right?

Um, I don't know if we'd call

some of them friends.

I spoke with Tommy last year.

I was calling to ask for a favor, but...

Anyways, that won't happen to us.

Better not.

Dad, Dad, this is dumb.

Now, why couldn't you just
drive to the store like normal?

It's a beautiful, and I wanted
to spend quality time with son.

Sue me.

And if I drove,

then we couldn't ride these babies home.

Yo! Seriously?

Wait, Mom says I'm not allowed.

Mom's not here, is she?

And she's not the boss of me.

- Okay, she is the boss of me.
- Uh-huh.

But she's not here, is she?

- Come on, hop on.
- All right.

- Let's go.
- All right.

Okay. Oh, yeah!

- All right, here we go.
- Do not tell her.

Awesome!

- I knew you'd like it.
- Yep.

Oh, nice move.

I think we should stick to the sidewalk.

- Yeah. Whoa, watch out!
- Whoa!

Get out of the way! Get out of the way!

Jeez!

- I think I got the hang of it.
- Yeah.

Yeah.

Hey, what's that noise?

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Sir, can you move in there?

I think I broke my arm.

You're lucky that's all you broke.

These things are death traps,
especially without helmets.

Which I will definitely be
writing him a ticket for.

This thing didn't help.

You're lucky they didn't
crash into oncoming traffic.

Where's Bryce?

Your son is fine. Just
some cuts and bruises.

- I feel terrible.
- Well, you should.

You almost killed them.

Somebody order a chainsaw?

Wait, did he just say "chainsaw"?

I am so sorry. I don't even know

how this happened.

It just... it got away from me...

Whoa! Careful with that thing.

I think it was the wind.

What were you doing flying a drone

over my house in the first place?

It's illegal to fly a
drone over private property.

That's trespassing.

Wha... no, this is just
a big misunderstanding.

I'm a realtor. I was
getting aerial footage

of the neighborhood for a new listing.

Helps sell the full experience.

- Mm.
- I know almost every neighbor

on the street, and I haven't heard about

any of them selling.

Hasn't gone up on the MLS yet.

Well, if you were flying
for your realty company,

then this is a commercial drone,

which should be registered with the FAA.

Can I see your remote pilot's license?

I don't have one.

Company's too cheap to pay for it.

Mm. Jones.

Then I'm guessing they're too
cheap to bail you out of jail.

Wait, you're arresting me? For what?

Operating a drone without a license,

trespassing,

and destruction of private property.

Is this really necessary?

Can't I just pay a fine or something?

Think of it as getting
the full experience.

Watch your head.

Arresting me just feels like

way more trouble than it's worth.

Arresting you is my job.

You want to complain to someone,

save your sob story for the Feds.

This is their jurisdiction.
Rhee, take good care of him.

Come on. Come on. Walk this way.

I wanna talk to my lawyer!

Hey, Gigi, Feds are
gonna want to see this.

Oh, this is a nice one.

Top of the line.

- Expensive?
- For sure.

Probably cost that fool a pretty penny.

Says he uses it for work.

Yeah, well, whoever paid for it,

- it's junk now.
- I want a lawyer!

You want me to log it into evidence?

You think the video card's
still good on that thing?

I mean, the machine took a beating,

but yeah, card should be fine.

- Why?
- I don't know.

Just got a weird feeling I can't shake.

You know what? Get a warrant.

Let's see what he's really
been doing with that drone.

Thanks.

I found her. I found Cindy.

I didn't know she was lost.

Last I heard, she was
living in La Crescenta

with that dentist husband of hers.

Wait, you knew where
she was this whole time?

Well, it wasn't like I
was stalking her, but yeah.

From time to time, I'd learn some stuff.

Did you hear the part when I
told you that she was married?

Ah, not anymore.

He died. Isn't that great?

I mean, not great.

Uh, that's obviously an overstatement.

I'm sure he was a nice man.

When did he die?

A few years back.

So she's been alone all this time.

She doesn't have to be.

She's single.

You're...

seriously single.

Nah, I couldn't. I
mean, that wouldn't be...

Last thing you want

is to be at the end
holding nothing but regrets.

Don't add another regret
to your collection.

Well, her husband just passed, and...

I guess the polite thing to do would be

to go and see her and
pay my respects, huh?

You should change.

You should get the car ready.

All right.

Here. You are gonna want these.

What's this?

Two tickets to the Dodgers-Mets series.

Now they are up in the nosebleeds,

but somehow I don't think
you guys are gonna care.

Hello. Can I help you?

Yes, ma'am. We're here to see Cindy.

Who is it, Doris?

- Well...
- Hey, Cindy.

Oh, my. Oh! Hello!

Oh, what a nice surprise!

You're friends of Mrs. Cindy's?

He is. I'm just a driver.

Please, please, come in, come in.

Thank you.

I'm telling you, we
always had a lot of fun,

but I never saw her run so fast.

From an earthquake?

No... well, I said, "Quake!"

And she thought I said, "Snake!"

And she ran inside.

She slammed the patio door closed,

and she locked me outside.

They make terrible pets.

- Yeah.
- Yeah, no, no, I've heard that.

And with the birds,

I mean, you know I can't, of course...

I've never been much
of a pet person myself.

I can barely keep myself alive.

But I guess with children,

you had all sorts of
animals running around.

You have to fold them very carefully

before you put them in the box.

Uh, hey, Red, maybe we should...

I knew Red once.

Yup.

A long time ago.

You're not Stanley.

Why-why are you in my house?

Who let you into my house?

- No.
- Doris!

I think it's getting late.

Uh, yeah, hey, I think you're right.

We should go. Red, we...

Shut up! I know.

Listen, Cindy, I'm
sorry. I'm sorry for...

really didn't mean to bother you.

I'm just really sorry.

I can't go.

- No, of course.
- Those men...

Yeah, please excuse us.

- It's okay.
- Hey, hey, Red.

I'm sorry, okay? I didn't know...

- Stop!
- I had no idea.

I was trying to help.

Do you even understand
what you just did?

She was all I had left.

Everything else, everyone else is gone.

At least I had these
great memories of her.

The girl that started bar fights

and the girl who was afraid of snakes.

The girl who knew who I was.

Now I don't even have that.

Hm?

- Red.
- Come on, listen to me.

Just stay away from me.

I'm not sure I can
survive your help anymore.

Got your message. You found something?

Yeah, I looked at the most recent file.

It's mainly aerial footage
of the neighborhood.

Yeah, that's what he said he was doing.

But then it gets weird.

That's why he was flying
a drone over her house.

He's a Peeping Tom.

Rhee.

The guy I brought in
earlier, Jeffery Hudson,

bring him up and put
him in interrogation two.

- Drone guy?
- Yeah.

We bounced him out.

What? On whose authorization?

Feds. Said it wasn't worth
the drive across town.

Told us to cut him loose with a warning.

Thought I was heing him but
just made everything worse.

But you didn't mean to, and
I'm sure he'll realize that

once he calms down.

She didn't even know who he was.

For a second, it was like
she was afraid of him.

You don't get over that so easy.

Abby's mom would have moments like that.

You know, Abby would always
just take it in her stride,

but I know it hurt

to have someone you love so much

look at her,

not see her.

You still think about her a lot?

Abby's mom?

Yes, fine, sometimes

I still think about Abby.

But that isn't what this is about.

Okay, so you don't think
this business with Red

is hitting a little close to home?

A lonely hero firefighter
who's pining for his lost love?

I mean, that's ridiculous.

You think I'm lonely?

I think that you tried dating
a few times after Abby left.

Which did not work out.

So you just stop trying?

Look, I know how hard this is.

Do you?

I mean, look, no offense,

but you're never the
one getting left behind.

You're the one who leaves.

And not with Doug.

Okay, Doug definitely
you should've left.

All the guys you dated before him,

the girl you were best friends with

in high school, Mom and Dad, me.

- Buck, I...
- Look, Maddie, I'm not mad.

I'm just saying maybe
you don't understand.

You're always the one who leaves.

You don't know what it's like to watch

someone you love walk away.

Welcome back to The Last
Cook where the losing chefs

from all my other shows
get one more chance

at redemption by me.

Now, we're heading
into the dessert round,

and everything is on the line.

Chef Maurice, what are
you preparing for me here?

Triple bourbon bread pudding, Chef.

Just adding some more
bourbon to the sauce now.

And you've also got bourbon

in the pudding itself
and the whipped cream.

Sure that won't be overpowering?

I want to make sure the vanilla oak

and caramel notes of the bourbon

really come through.

So you're not worried about
repeating old mistakes?

Don't worry, Chef.

Not letting the title get
away from me this time.

It's gonna be great.

Well, you certainly sound confident.

And I'm looking forward to seeing

if the dish lives up to that.

Chef Sharlene, you are
going full on pastry here.

This is my orange-infused
chocolate truffle cake.

Sounds decadent.

And you're doing the
whipped cream by hand.

You're not worried about time?

I'm gonna whip as fast as I can.

Wow. Nitrous whipped cream.

A winning chef would want
the soft peaks and valleys

you get from a hand whip,

not the industrial fluff you get

from pressurized gas,

but, hey, it's gonna be great, right?

Medic!

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The cannister, it just... it exploded.

I don't know how it happened.

Our on-set medics have been
keeping pressure on the wound.

- He's right here.
- We'll take it from here.

Maurice, can you hear me?

He's breathing very shallow.

His pulse is dropping in real time.

Superficial wounds to the head and face.

I got blunt force trauma to the chest,

possibly a few broken ribs.

See what we got here.

Cap.

- How deep is that shrapnel?
- Can't say.

Difference between life or death

this close to the heart
is millimeters, not inches.

Mercy Hospital, this
is Captain Nash, 118.

We have a patient with a
penetrating chest wound.

Have surgeons standing by.

His BP's bottoming out.

I'll bolus another liter of saline.

That's not gonna cut it.

We're still seven
minutes out by my watch.

He's got half of that.

His torso's filling up with blood.

That shrapnel probably
clipped his aorta.

Hen, you have no way of knowing that.

I could do a thoracotomy.

You want to cut him open
in a moving ambulance?

I could just widen the
opening that's already there.

That's a job for a surgeon, Hen.

I'll manually pinch the
aorta just above the injury.

It's a job for a surgeon!

And even if you're lucky
enough to find it, what then?

You're gonna cut off
circulation in his lower limbs?

I'll preserve blood flow to
the heart, lung, and brain.

- Hen, no.
- He's circling the drain, Chim.

You want to send him down it?

He's in VTAC. He's about to code.

I'll give some pressors to stabilize BP.

You do what you want, I'm doing this.

Hen!

Just because you lost
that guy at the fire

does not mean you have to do this.

- Hen, no.
- I did not lose Anton.

The hospital did.

Damn it.

Come on.

Right there.

Almost.

Almost.

I think I got it.

BP's holding. Okay.

Don't let go.

Steady. Lower him down gently.

Be careful, be careful.

- What the hell happened?
- He started crashing.

Too much blood loss.

Did a thoracotomy to stabilize him.

Are you kidding me?
That's a surgeon's job.

Well, it's a job she's
done and done well,

so you might as well tell
us where we're headed.

Hold on.

Type and cross for six
units. Page Dr. Royce.

- We got this, medic.
- No, I got it.

I let for half a second and
he codes before we make the ER.

I'm on this train till
the end. Now which way?

Go.

- What do we got?
- Thoracotomy in the field.

Wow. Someone needed a challenge?

Afraid I didn't have a choice.

Shrapnel appears to have
punctured or nicked the aorta,

which I'm currently
pinching off by hand.

All right, we're gonna clamp the aorta

directly above your finger.

Whatever you do, don't move.

You can let go now, Doctor.

Doctor?

Oh, sorry.

She's not a doctor.

She's the paramedic who brought him in.

Apparently felt the need to
break every rule in the book.

Well, you know what
they say about rules.

You were right about the shrapnel.

Nice work, Firefighter...

Wilson, ma'am.

Henrietta Wilson.

Red, hey. Hey, I came
as soon as I could.

What happened?

I'm sorry. I didn't
know who else to call.

No, no, I'm glad you called.

You said you needed
some help getting home.

I should be so lucky. These...

I've been arguing with these
doctors for the last hour.

They won't release me,

so I think you wasted a trip down here.

Well, they probably know what's best.

They'll release you when you're better.

Oh, kid, there is no better.

This escalator's only
going in one direction.

It's mesothelioma.

I got diagnosed last year.

Actually,

they tell me I lasted longer
than they thought I would.

Well, you know me. Stubborn.

Don't ever want to quit. Until now.

No, there must be
some kind of treatment.

You know, something they can do.

Stop trying to save me.

You're 40 years too late. Hm?

I'm sorry.

Okay, uh, what can I do?

Maybe you could sit
with me for a while, huh?

Unless you got something else to do.

No.

I'm good here.

Hey, you, uh, never told me about Arno.

How did he break his nose?

Well...

that's a good one.

So the call comes in,

and it's in an abandoned
warehouse downtown on Fifth.

Smoke coming out of every window.

So Arno, pretty clumsy...

And they call me a show-off.

Next thing you know, she'll
be doing field transplants.

That's why she needs the coat.

I know, you were right. It
could've gone the other way.

But it didn't, so we put
that in the win column.

We take 'em whenever we can get 'em.

Let's commemorate the first surgery.

- Yes, come on. Dr. Wilson.
- Come on! Come on!

Try it on.

Hen.

Ahh.

- Ooh.
- Ooh, it's nice.

Yes.

Dr. Wilson.

I do like the sound of that.

- I'll send you these.
- Good job, Hen.

Uh... hello?

Looks good on you.

Thanks, Cap.

And I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking.

It was just... it was just instinct.

And yeah, maybe I was
still mad about Anton dying.

Felt like I had to make sure
that this one stayed a win.

Feels like this is
about more than Anton.

That girl, the cello player.

You're still thinking about her.

Every day.

So how much trouble am I in?

Patient didn't die. No
one's lodged a complaint.

It's a great save. Don't do it again.

Thanks. I'll take him from here.

How'd you get them to spring me?

You know, I, uh, made a few calls.

Actually, it was a lot of calls.

Turns out I am also stubborn.

Don't I know it.

So you're taking me home, right?

No unscheduled stops at the Mayo Clinic

for any groundbreaking
experimental treatment.

Oh, I'm taking you home.

Just not in my car.

Attention.

You did this for me.

Well, you sacrificed
everything for the job.

Least we could do is say thank you.

Firefighter Delacroix, you
take the captain's seat.

He passed away at 5:23 this morning.

The department's gonna
pay for the funeral.

At least he wasn't alone in the end.

You were a good friend to him.

Or did I just do that
thing that I always do

and make it about me?

Try and fix him to
make myself feel better.

Maybe, but you were there
when no one else was.

You know, all he ever wanted
to do was talk about the job.

Really was his whole life.

Evan.

You are not Red.

His life is not your future.

- You don't know that.
- Yes, I do.

Because he didn't have a sister.

He didn't have me.

I know that I left you twice.

Once with Mom and Dad,

and once when things
got rough with Doug,

but I came back.

Because you're my brother.

And I love you.

I love you too.

You're never gonna be left behind.

Okay? No matter what.

You promise?

I promise.

This is unit one.

The suspect in question is now...

- Hey, Lou.
- Hey.

Thanks for coming.

I'm surprised you were interested

to come onto a voyeurism case.

Serial voyeur, and guys like that,

usually the tip of a very dark iceberg.

Follow me around back.

All right, the house is clear,
some clothes were missing,

and the car is gone.

Looks like he packed up in a hurry.

Find anything in the garage?

Well, the techs are
still sifting through it.

Dozens of hard drives, hundreds of files

and folders named after addresses.

Probably more creepy peeping.

It's gonna take a while
to catalogue all of it.

Oh, my God.

Stafford?

I found a video, but
it's not drone footage.

He's not a Peeping Tom.
He's a serial rapist.

And we let him get away.