“I don’t get it,” Nolan said. “We’re chasing a real criminal. A man who stuffed a body into a storm drain last week. And you’re agonizing over a binge-watch?”
Nolan rubbed his temples. He’d been a rookie once—late in life, full of questions. But never about television. the rookie tv show number of seasons
“Six,” she muttered.
Nolan finally smiled. “You know,” he said slowly, “when I was a rookie—the real kind, not the TV kind—I learned that you can’t control the number of seasons, cases, or bad days coming your way. You just show up. Episode one. And you trust the process.” “I don’t get it,” Nolan said
“But that’s worse!” Celina stood up, pacing. “Seven means I have to watch six to get to seven. But if I watch seven, then I’m caught up, and I have to wait week to week like a civilian .” And you’re agonizing over a binge-watch
“Then there’s your answer,” Grey said. “Seven.”