Previously on "The Rookie"...
- Bailey. - Jason.
Who are you?
I'm John Nolan, her boyfriend.
And you are? - Her husband.
Jason is behind bars for eight years.
Gundo's expecting me.
A hit man came after me.
I need to know who sent him.
Batista needs child care.
And his former nanny... - Our current nanny.
Is willing to sing your praises.
I'm here to see Christian Batista.
I have an appointment.
If you're here for the hot prison goss,
it's going to cost you.
Eric Ramsey is the man after me.
- You need to take him out. - That's where you come in.
Kelso. He's a dangerous man.
He was also Ramsey's right hand.
I want you to help me break out of prison.
Deal.
Who was the investigating officer?
- Pearson. - If he gives me up,
the recordings from your sessions go straight to IA.
It's a simple question.
Did they flip the shrink or not?
You're my lawyer.
You're supposed to know these things.
Morning.
No. No. That's not right.
You tell them-- [muffled gunshot]
[dramatic music]
[muffled gunshot, engine revving]
♪
[objects clatter]
[dog whimpers]
♪
[truck squeals, hisses]
♪
- Good morning. - Hi.
I was waiting for you to wake up
but then I'm going to have to go pretty soon, so I had to...
- What's wrong? - Nothing.
I have just been doing a lot of thinking.
And I know what you said about not being willing to go through
with the whole IVF routine,
and I completely support you on that,
but I have been watching you these past few days.
And you've been putting on a very brave face,
but you are sad.
And I am tasked with your happiness--with our happiness.
And I think that there is a path that is still open to us
that will bring a child into our home
and bring us that happiness.
And...
I think we should adopt.
- "Adopt"? - Yes.
There are so many kids out there who need a good home
and a loving family.
And, Bailey, that's us.
So what do you think?
I-I think it's a beautiful idea.
Also a lot to think about. - Of course.
And I've done a little bit of light research.
There's an email waiting for you in your inbox.
Peruse it as you will through your morning coffee
and your breakfast and probably lunch.
I said "light research." That was the wrong adjective.
It was really, honestly, pretty extensive.
[chuckles] I got it.
Any chance you're going to be home tonight so we can discuss?
Uh, that much I don't know.
Things are pretty crazy at the station right now.
I mean, we still don't know how many cops
Blair London has compromised or who's controlling her.
[cell phone rings]
Sorry.
It's Grey.
Yes, sir. What's going on?
We're operating under the radar for now.
There's still too many unknowns,
including how deep the conspiracy runs.
So we are setting up a secret war room
at the station using only officers
that we know we can trust.
You up to speed on Pearson? - No. What happened?
He's gone. Wife said he took the garbage to the curb,
never came back. - Do we think he's running?
I think he's dead or on his way there.
Okay. Well, how can the FBI help out?
Simple--we don't know who we can trust in our own house,
which means we need your resources
to keep our investigation under the radar.
Of course. What's your path to clarity
as to who's been compromised? - That would be Blair London.
She's the department shrink who's been turning cops
and selling police intel to an unknown number
of criminal organizations.
And where is this Blair London now?
I'm here to tell you that this deal is the best shot
your client has for a future,
and that future will definitely involve prison time--
at least three to five years.
No. No, I can't go to prison.
I need total immunity. - That's not going to happen.
You were directly responsible
for a deadly attack on police officers.
You would have to give us the equivalent
of Hannibal Lecter or Pablo Escobar to skate on that.
So take the morning,
but I'm going to need a "yes" or "no" on this deal
by nightfall.
Wesley isn't lying.
Three to five is a solid deal given your criminal liability.
This is a nightmare.
Unfortunately, it's very real.
And you need to accept the fact that judgment day is here.
[suspenseful music]
[car door closes]
[engines turning over]
♪
[line trilling]
The shrink is flipping.
She just met with an ADA at his house,
and she's got a surveillance team watching her.
Making a play will be risky.
Understood.
We need to take the shrink off the field.
I know, but the payday is immense.
I know we can't spend it if we're dead or in prison,
but we're smart, we're quick,
and we're destined for a long life of badassery,
so cowboy up.
Let's go get her.
[engine turning over]
You could at least pretend to help me.
I'm here in more of an oversight capacity.
[scoffs] Yeah.
Smitty, get your ass into gear.
- Yes, ma'am. - How's it going?
I really wish there were more cops on the no column.
But after comparing the list of Blair's patients
to the list of potentially compromised
police investigations that Nell provided,
the maybe column's starting to fill up.
God, you weren't kidding when you said out of the way.
I think this is where they store all the old asbestos.
- What? - It's fine.
Just breathe shallow.
We needed a place where no one would just wander by.
And you trusted Smitty to keep all this a secret?
We had a conversation about the consequences of loose lips.
She threatened to hurt me in graphic detail.
Used the term "gut dump."
Relax. I won't say nothing about nothing.
Guys, I know who Blair's working for,
and you're not going to believe it.
- Tell me. - I did a deep dive.
I mean, we're talking kindergarten-yearbook deep.
But the answers lay during her time in grad school,
where Blair London moderated a student-led panel on insanity
as a legal defense.
We are extremely lucky to have
an expert on the nexus between mental health
and criminal law, Monica Stevens.
- Son of a puta. - That makes total sense.
Monica represents half the criminals in the city.
Selling Blair's intel on police operations
would make Monica a fortune.
What other evidence do you have?
This isn't enough?
To prove criminal conspiracy? Not a chance.
To a judge, all that means is they met three years ago.
We need definitive proof that the relationship continues
and involves criminal activity. - Normally, I agree.
But add it to our other investigations into Monica,
and I say we have enough to at least get
a wiretap order. - Maybe. Start writing it up.
I'll go to Grey and see if he'll authorize
a surveillance unit.
You should notify Chen-- let her know
that her undercover operation is a top priority.
Right. Smitty, get in plain clothes.
I'm adding you to Lucy's support team.
Score.
[tense music]
[cell phone chimes]
♪
Hey, can you kids run inside?
And I'll be right up and we can play dress-up.
- Sure. - Yay!
Okay, thank you.
[line trilling]
Hello?
Hey, Mom, um, I just have a second.
Monica's the one running Blair,
but we need to get evidence.
That's now your mission priority.
Understood. I haven't seen her around recently,
but I will keep my eyes peeled.
I got to--I got to go.
Sorry. My mom needed help answering a question.
No phone calls when you're on the clock.
You know that. - Yeah, it won't happen again.
Sorry.
♪
[elevator bell dings]
Good morning.
Monica Stevens to see Eric Ramsey.
I don't have an appointment,
but I do have a sensitive matter to discuss,
and I'm betting he'll want to see me.
Hello, Mr. Ramsey. Sorry to bother you, sir.
You can wait out here. I should be safe inside.
I'd prefer to at least take you to his office.
I appreciate that, but I'll be fine.
After this crisis is behind us, we should discuss your future.
I've been impressed. - Thank you, ma'am.
But I think trying to protect you long-term
might make my head explode.
No offense intended. - None taken.
I like the honesty.
Miss Stevens?
This way.
[sighs]
Good morning. Small talk or no?
- No. - Good.
I know you tried to have me killed,
though I'm still in the dark as to what I did to provoke that.
It's not so much what you did
versus what you could do down the road.
You think I've learned something
about your operation that could compromise you, but I haven't.
I'd never even heard your name before yesterday.
It doesn't matter.
Given the rapid growth of your information network,
it's only a matter of time before you do,
and that gives you leverage over me,
not to mention something to trade
when you eventually get arrested.
Listen, if you've done your homework about me,
you know that I am ruthless but practical.
And I'm here to tell you that there is a deal
to be made after you pay me a significant apology fee,
of course. - [chuckles]
Do you know why I'm going to say no, Miss Stevens?
No, but I'm excited for you to tell me.
Because you--you have a resources problem.
You provide counsel and information
to a who's-who of criminals in this state,
but you don't have a crew.
No one's got your back unless you pay them,
and I can pay them more to put a bullet in it.
So I'm going to pass.
God, that's so foolish.
Do you know why?
You have an imagination problem.
You're trying to put me in the same box as your competitors,
be it cartel boss or drug lord.
But I don't fit in that box.
And you don't have the imagination
to predict the things that I can do
or conceive of the forces I can mobilize to end you...
forces that are in play at this very moment.
[tense music]
♪
[door buzzes]
[indistinct shouting]
[door closes] - Jason, my man.
I'm not in the mood for your B.S. today, Oscar.
Today my B.S. isn't B.S. but, in fact, an opportunity for you
to change your life. - [scoffs]
Now, I know you're aware of the recent nuptials
between your former wife and, well, the man
who put you in prison, one John Nolan,
and I know that must be really hard on you.
Ah, careful.
How would you like to pay them a visit, unsupervised,
perhaps in the dead of night with a cattle prod
and some zip ties? - [chuckles]
You're messing with me. Got it.
I most certainly am not.
I can get you out of here.
I've secured a VIP exit package,
and I'm willing to take you with me.
[chuckles] Why?
[ominous music]
In order to secure this package,
I have to hurt someone in here to get information.
I need help doing it.
So what do you say?
Spend the rest of your days locked up here
or give me the next 12 hours of your life
and be free to get your wife back?
♪
My aunt Ximena just adopted.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
- Boy or girl? - Boy--Samuel.
He's so cute.
I can connect you two if you want.
I know it's an exhaustive process.
Yeah, that would be great. Thank you for that.
Has Bailey said yes yet?
No, not yet. But she will.
I'm pretty sure.
- [sighs] - What's wrong?
Judge wouldn't sign off on the Monica warrant,
said we need more to overcome the attorney-client factor.
So I need you to push Blair.
She came to you first. She might talk to you now.
Tell her we know about Monica
and that if she doesn't come in and start talking immediately,
she's going into gen-pop at the Twin Towers
and she'll be dead by nightfall.
So scare the crap out of her. Got it.
[cell phone beeps]
[line trilling]
[cell phone ringing]
I've got nothing to say to you.
Good, 'cause I just need you to listen.
We know you're in bed with Monica.
I wanted to help people.
I wanted to do something meaningful with my life,
and she twisted everything.
Now two of my patients are dead, and it's my fault.
I should have stood up to her, but I was too afraid.
You can still make this right.
Just testify against her.
It's too dangerous. She has spies everywhere.
No, the FBI is involved now.
That means you'll be in federal protective custody.
So it doesn't matter how deep Monica
has her claws into the department,
but that means I need a yes right now.
Otherwise, you're going to be pulled over
and arrested with great fanfare over an open radio channel.
Okay. What do I do?
[cell phone ringing]
- Yeah? - It's Lopez.
Blair's taking the deal.
She's heading down to FBI headquarters now.
Stay with Blair.
Harper and I will meet you down there.
[screams]
Dr. London, unlock your car and let me in.
Do it now, or I'll shoot you in the face.
[gearshift clacks]
[dramatic music]
If you try anything, I'll put a bullet through your spine.
Are we clear? - Yes.
♪
Take a left.
We're going to see Monica. [engine turning over]
♪
[yelling]
Oh, you guys are dead.
You can't just jump me and my crew and get away with it.
Sure, I can. You know why?
Because we're not going to be here
long enough for retribution to come calling.
[yelling]
[groans]
Listen, I need you to overcome
your recalcitrant nature
and answer my questions about your boss,
Eric Ramsey.
[scoffs] Never happen. I'm not a rat.
See, that's really a dirty, ugly term, you know.
As a guy who has ratted out
a baker's dozen of his best friends over the years,
I can say that it hurts a lot less
than my pal Jason here breaking every bone in your body
one at a time, starting with the elbow.
[bone crunches] - [yells]
Tell me about Ramsey.
[cell phone ringing]
You better have good news.
Oh, boy, do I. Your nemesis has a rich benefactor.
He's Swiss, billionaire-adjacent,
does business in South America and East Asia--
Jakob Olmstead.
How does that help me?
Well, Mr. Olmstead is an apex predator
who's not going to take too kindly to finding out
that Eric Ramsay has been banging his wife on the sly.
Thank you.
The wheels have been greased at your location,
and resources are in place for your departure.
Good luck. - Back at ya.
Good news?
Feels like it. [elevator bell dings]
[tense music]
[distant tires screeching]
Stop!
No, no, no.
It's okay. It's okay.
If Gundo wanted to kill me, we'd be dead already.
Easy.
What can I do for you?
Amazing. I got offered half a million dollars to kill you.
But I'm here to give you the opportunity to top that--
2 million, plus 10% of your business.
That's a ballsy ask.
Is it?
Because it seems to me you got no choice.
♪
It'll take me until tonight to get the cash together.
[speaking in Spanish]
5:00 at the laundromat.
We're good, vatos.
Ya vamos!
Don't you be late.
♪
[engine turning over]
Okay. Now I'm calling the police.
No, you're not.
I told you, they don't have my best interests at heart.
They're not actively conspiring to kill you.
This is not a negotiation.
Okay, look, I understand that operating this way
is difficult for you.
So I'll add a hearty hazard bonus to your fee.
Say 100K?
Fine, no cops.
But I'm pulling help back in.
I'll get them to meet us at the office.
No, we're not going to the office just yet.
Where are we going?
♪
[slurping]
[keypad clicking]
[cell phone chimes]
♪
Sorry. [clears throat]
♪
Hey.
It is so nice outside.
Why don't we go outside and play?
- Yeah. - Yeah? Okay, let's go.
♪
This way.
N-no.
Uh, let's--let's go to the back.
- All right. - Yeah, let's go. Sorry, sorry.
♪
Hey. Angela tell you we ran into each other at the station?
She did. That's why I'm calling.
I'm worried you don't understand
who you're working for.
I don't talk about my protectees to anyone,
especially former clients in law enforcement.
I respect that, but you need to protect yourself.
Monica is involved in an active criminal conspiracy--
one dead cop, one missing,
and a police psychiatrist was just abducted.
You think Monica's kidnapping people in those heels?
I know how she represents herself.
But you've been with her for a few days now.
I think you're starting to see things that feel wrong,
things that make you uncomfortable.
♪
She'll be back soon. I have to go.
Charlie, think about it, not just for us, for you.
Things are coming to a head, and when they do,
you want to make sure you're standing on the right side.
♪
I'm here to make you an offer you can't refuse.
Keep talking.
I know who's trying to have me killed,
and I want to pay you an obscene amount of money
to help me strike back.
I already have an obscene amount of money.
You have Hollywood money.
I'll make you Wall Street rich,
starting with a guarantee of 5% of my business,
followed by an introduction to a Swiss benefactor
that'll take your money-laundering business
international.
All you have to do is send a hit team to a laundromat.
[door closes]
I'm glad we could come to an agreement.
Likewise.
I'll make the call. Shouldn't take long.
[suspenseful music]
♪
I need some cleaning done, Sixth Street Laundromat--
two teams, no mercy.
Oh. [chuckles]
- What are you doing? - I'm sorry.
I was just looking for, um, Esther's favorite headband.
Go pack the kids' bags.
L.A.'s too hot right now. We're going somewhere cooler.
Should I go home and pack my bag as well?
No need, family only.
Vera will call you when we're back.
Oh, okay.
[tense music]
♪
[line trilling]
Hey, Mom, I got news.
There's a storm coming,
but I need you to figure out who it's gonna hit.
♪
- Now to the office? - No.
Airport, private terminal.
I have a flight to catch.
[engine turning over]
This laundromat serves as the home base
for Gundo's drug business.
Wait. Wasn't Gundo helping Monica just yesterday?
What happened?
She's not exactly known for her loyalty.
We can ask Gundo all about it, assuming we keep him alive.
From a strategic standpoint, this place is a death trap.
There's only two exits--one in the front and one in back.
Hey. Heard you guys needed backup.
The Batistas just left town.
Yeah, well, if I put a hit out on Gundo, I'd bail, too.
Well, the FBI are tracking them.
So, once we make a solid case, they'll make the arrest.
It's good to have you.
Thanks.
So what's the plan?
[suspenseful music]
♪
I really should be going with you.
Thanks, but I'm covered.
♪
- There you are. - Please don't kill me.
I didn't tell them anything. [engine turning over]
You got the next 20 hours to convince me that's true.
♪
[cell phone ringing]
Charlie.
Charlie?
Monica's leaving the country.
I just dropped her at a private plane,
and she's not going alone.
There was hired muscle
and a woman that didn't look too happy to be going.
What did she look like?
Late 20s, Caucasian, petite,
shoulder-length brown hair, pretty.
Blair.
Any chance you get the tail number?
Do you have a pen?
Make yourself comfortable.
Monica is on her way to Argentina.
Oh, that is great, because I am running on fumes.
I could use the sleep.
Ooh, I love the hair. - You too.
What's this?
Desert-wear, so you're dressed properly.
It's gonna be dusty. - Is it cute?
Oh, please. Girl, I got you.
Very fashionable.
All right, so who are we working with in-country?
Local contractors, CIA-adjacent,
strictly tour guides.
Why not local law?
Because we have no proof that Blair was kidnapped.
Charlie saw her get on the plane on her own volition.
So local law enforcement will not intervene?
That's right.
Officially, I'm there to "collect intelligence
from a confidential local resource."
- Okay, why am I there? - You're not.
And if we do find out that Blair is,
in fact, kidnapped and being held against her will,
what do we do then? - Nothing.
You are here to observe and report.
We'll bring any evidence to our liaison at State,
who will then pass it along to local authorities.
By which time two weeks will have passed.
By then, she'll be either dead or MIA.
But we would consider a hostage rescue,
they might consider a kidnapping.
They can fight us with automatic weapons, John.
We can't legally possess a slingshot,
so we observe and report.
If you don't like it, I suggest you get off this plane now.
[sighs] At least we'll look good doing nothing.
♪ One-two
♪
♪ Wanna step into the ring?
♪ I'll hit you with the
♪ I'll hit you with the one-two ♪
Reporting for duty.
Grey said you'd be taking over as my T.O.
since Nolan is otherwise engaged.
Define "furtherance."
Well, in this case, it involves
approaching the victim with a deadly weapon
in attempt to engage.
Until they do, the DA won't be able to charge
attempted murder. - Correct.
If we arrest Christian's guys too early,
we get them on a misdemeanor gun possession,
they're out in an hour.
They hit Gundo before we even know about it.
This is our only chance. You ready?
Yes, sir.
Stay glued to Aaron's hip for the duration of the op.
All right, everybody, listen up.
Detective Lopez is going to be our red zone point
dressed as an unhoused person.
Get a good look.
Please don't shoot the crazy lady
pushing the stroller full of trash--thank you.
Listen, we're expecting an A-side frontal attack
from an unknown number of suspects.
Gundo's inside already.
All right, keep in mind school just got out.
So watch your muzzle, watch your partner,
watch your backstop.
Front-sight focus, no mistakes.
Officer Chen and I will cover the rear,
and we'll call for backup in case of a C-side attack.
So I took your advice.
I went to therapy. - And?
And my therapist
turned out to be a blackmailing psychopath.
[scoffs] You know that's not normal, right?
One bad experience shouldn't tar the whole profession.
Want to know the irony?
Yeah.
She was a good therapist.
Opened the door on some stuff
that I didn't even know was in there.
And now all those confessions are living up in the cloud,
waiting for some FBI IT guy to come unencrypt them
so they can be analyzed for evidentiary value.
I'm sorry.
Did you tell her anything revealing about me?
Um...
I believe the term I used was "freak in the sheets."
You're the worst. [both chuckle]
Point has a possible.
Black four-door landing, occupied four times.
Christian's guys are on foot.
They're wearing black hoodies, red sneakers, black masks.
I see bulges under their shirts, possible weapons.
Repeat, possible weapons only.
Arrest teams, move closer, but stay hidden.
Do not engage till guns come out.
They're coming now, 15 yards away.
12 yards out, no weapons visible.
Wait. One of them stopped. They're making a phone call.
[dramatic music]
♪
They just blocked the back door.
Front 3 are on the move again, about 10 yards out.
♪
All right, get that guy.
I got the back door. - Yeah.
♪
[engine turning over, tires squealing]
♪
Ten seconds out, no weapons visible.
Wait, we got kids in the crossfire. Gun!
[people shouting]
[siren wailing] [breathing heavily]
Go help Lopez!
Hey, you okay?
Code-4. Vest saved me, but I'm gonna hurt tomorrow.
[gunshots]
We need him alive!
♪
Aah!
♪
[car door closes, engine turning over]
[tires squealing]
♪
Wes, take this guy!
Tim's in the back of that truck.
♪
[tires squealing]
♪
Ugh!
♪
[tires squealing]
♪
Lopez, take the wheel.
[car beeps]
♪
[The Hives's "Tick Tick Boom"]
♪
♪ Yeah, I was right all along ♪
♪
♪ Yeah, you come tagging along ♪
♪
♪ Exhibit A, I was wrong all along ♪
♪ 'Cause I have done it before ♪
♪ And I can do it some more, I got my eye on the score ♪
♪ I'm gonna cut through the floor ♪
♪ It's too late, it's too soon, or is it? ♪
♪ Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, tick, boom ♪
I need you to hear me. This mission is not authorized.
Relax. This is not an operation.
It's a fact-finding visit.
There's no reason why the State Department
should be concerned.
That's what they said about the iceberg in "Titanic."
I want it on record, I told you guys to get on the plane
and go home. - Noted.
Special Agent Matt Garza. - Hey.
This is Laura and Brendon. They work with me at FBI.
Nyla Harper, John Nolan, LAPD.
Shawn Miller. That's Lee. Nice to meet you all.
Your target plane landed approximately 20 minutes ago--
4 individuals,
including Monica Stevens and Blair London.
I don't have IDs on the other two.
- Uh, may I? - Sure.
Just run it through our system,
see if I can't put some names to some faces.
All right, all right, got it. Thanks.
Any intel on who Monica's meeting?
Not officially, but rumor is it's Jakob Olmstead.
Never heard of him.
He's a Swiss money guy with ties
to all forms of trafficking-- guns, girls, drugs.
The FBI's been trying to hang a case on him for a decade.
This just got interesting. - Sure did.
Uh, I thought we were meant to be unarmed.
You are, so those weapons are staying in their cases.
All right, let's move out.
[engines turning over]
- I don't like it. - Tough.
If we show up to the meeting armed for a war,
we're going to get ourselves into one.
The guns stay in the car. - Yes, ma'am.
[sniffles]
Pull yourself together. It's not the end of the world.
The alternative is a lot more final.
I never should have agreed to helping you.
[laughing] Please.
Your fate was sealed when you called me three years ago
to clean up your mess.
I was drunk and scared.
And had just run someone over.
If I hadn't made that body go away,
you'd be getting your psych degree from a prison.
So show a little gratitude.
And fix your face.
You need to look pretty for Mr. Olmstead.
[Beethoven's "Coriolan Overture"]
[bird screeches]
♪
That's my good girl.
♪
Thanks.
Keep her with you for now.
Yeah, it's a party, and Charlie was right.
Blair does not look happy to be in attendance.
Okay, yeah.
ID'd our mystery muscle.
Lots of aliases over the years, but their birth names are
Paige Baker, Pascal Moreau.
She's Irish, he's French.
No current wants, but a history of mayhem
across three continents. - Okay.
Mr. Olmstead, thank you for agreeing to see me.
Hard to say no when you claim to have knowledge
that will save my life.
I wish I could say I was being dramatic.
But I have learned over the years
as a lawyer for dangerous men that the first appearance
of disrespect is the first step towards betrayal.
And who do you think is disrespecting me?
Eric Ramsey...
and your wife.
You have proof of this?
Yes, hotel video from three separate trips
your wife took to Los Angeles over the last year.
And I'm also in the process of securing
additional footage from a trip she took to Las Vegas in...
October?
September.
[sighs] How do you expect to be rewarded for this information?
I have a request.
It looks like Monica is handing Blair over to Olmstead.
Are we just gonna watch? - We don't have a choice.
He's right.
Then he can stay here.
Whoa. I can't let you do that.
Damn it! Nolan!
[dramatic rock music]
[engine turning over]
♪
After you've removed Mr. Ramsey from the picture,
I would like the opportunity to show you
why I should take his place.
I am not asking for a handout.
I will prove my value.
Fair enough.
Who is this?
A new friend.
Is she another problem you're solving?
[dramatic rock music]
All right, what's your plan here, John?
This thing's bulletproof, right?
That is not a plan.
♪
[indistinct shouting]
Move! Move! Move! Move!
[rapid gunfire]
[indistinct shouting]
♪
Get in the Humvee.
♪
Nolan!
[gunfire echoing]
Nolan! Get up!
Nolan!
[grunting] [gunfire echoing]
Nolan, move!
[gunfire]
Nolan, we have to go now! Move!
[grunting]
- How bad? - Not bad. It hurts.
Just got the meat. - I can stop the bleeding.
Harper, we got trouble.
[tense music]
♪
Go, go, go!
Talk to me.
Is everybody okay? - No. Nolan got shot.
It doesn't seems too bad,
but we need a medevac chopper just in case.
I'm on it.
[tense music]
♪
[door buzzes] - I'm sorry.
Save it.
I know that doesn't make up
for what I did to you, to everyone.
I said "save it."
You know, a therapist I once thought I could trust
told me that I need to set boundaries for myself.
And that's exactly what I'm doing.
Hey, can you finish processing her for me?
Sure.
♪ I think I see it on the horizon ♪
She talked the whole way back?
All 16 hours.
Clearly, she had a lot to unburden herself of.
How's Nolan?
Oh, they patched him up at the base.
It was a clean through-and-through.
He insisted on going home when we landed,
and since Bailey's an EMT, we figured it was safe enough.
Any idea what happened to Monica?
No, but she is on the run.
Garza put out an Interpol warrant on her.
So it's only a matter of time
before someone catches up to her and ships her home.
Dibs on putting the cuffs on her when they do.
- Whew. - All right.
♪ Maybe I'm dreaming
- Half day? - [chuckles] You know me.
Slacker is my middle name. [elevator bell dings]
♪
After you.
♪ I'll rage on
♪ Brave and kind to my rivals ♪
♪
♪ And maybe I love the way
You probably saved my life.
You had him.
I was upside down in a footwell,
and he was about to stab me in the face.
No, I did not have him.
So thank you.
You're welcome.
♪
Listen...
I know I ruined everything.
And I know how easy it would have been
for you to turn on me. - You don't have to do this.
Yeah, I do.
You will never know how much I appreciate
the kindness you've shown me.
And I will spend the rest of my life trying to pay it back
in whatever small doses you allow.
♪
♪ Maybe I love the way I can fall on my feet ♪
♪ Keeping my own kind of bible ♪
Good night.
♪ Maybe I love how I feel in the wind ♪
♪ I'm the breeze so light
[door buzzes]
♪ I'm light
♪
That was too easy.
Cost $100,000. It better be easy.
♪
[car alarm beeps] Where can I drop you?
L.A., baby.
What have I said to you about getting shot?
Okay.
Ow! [groans]
You said, "Don't get shot." - Exactly.
It's a simple instruction. - Yes.
And to make matters worse, you got shot in the ass.
Whoa. I was shot in the side.
- Of your ass. - [laughs]
Don't make me laugh. It hurts my ass.
Okay, changing the subject,
did you take a look at the adoption stuff I sent you?
- I did. - And?
And I compiled a questionnaire
of all the hoops
we're going to have to jump through to make sure
that we're on the same page. - Okay.
Starting with the first question--
where are we adopting from, domestic or foreign?
Um... [cell phone rings]
Hold on a moment.
Ow!
Okay.
Sergeant Grey.
Yes, sir?
[tense music]
What's wrong?
Oscar and Jason just escaped from prison.
♪
Damn it.