- Previously on "The Rookie"...
- All I feel is dirty,
listening to everybody's secrets.
- How am I supposed to work
next to Angela Lopez when all I can think about
is how much I want to... [spacebar clacks]
- Let me take over this case. - Oh, forget it.
- You give us this case, I will take NoHo Doe.
- Deal.
- I interviewed for my dream job,
and I got it. - That's great!
- In New York. - Oh.
- Time's up, Boot. You find a place to live?
- Let me introduce you to my new landlord.
- Don't listen to Bradford. This place is Shangri-La.
- Jason. - You are?
- Her husband.
- Did you get any information on Jason Wyler?
- Jason, my man. I can get you out of here.
I have secured a VIP exit package.
Where can I drop you? - LA, baby.
- What's wrong?
- Oscar and Jason just escaped from prison.
[upbeat music]
♪ ♪
- Come in.
- Hey. - Thank you for doing this.
I know it's a bit of a weird request.
- No, it's smart.
Who better to test your security system than a cop?
- Yeah, I want it all up and running before Bailey
gets back from Germany.
If Jason hits us, it will be then.
Two tickets to the Lakers, as promised.
- Thank you.
Bet you're reconsidering buying a house made of windows.
- Uh, yeah, definitely.
But I have made this place a fortress.
Shatterproof glass on all the windows,
alarm system hardwired with built-in redundancies.
I even put motion sensors on the hillside.
Matter of fact, I am so confident
that my home is impenetrable that I am going to take a nap
while you fail to break in.
- Sounds good. You sleep well.
- Oh, I will.
[lock clicks]
[panel beeping]
♪ ♪
[locks clicking]
- System armed.
- [sighs] Okay.
[grunts]
[sighs]
[can pops]
How did--how--how did--how?
- That'll cost you two more Lakers tickets.
- ♪ Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪
♪ I'm gonna win for you ♪
♪ Like I know you want me to do ♪
- I know she's married,
but I can't get Angela Lopez out of my head.
She's the total package. And the way she works a case--
- What are you listening to?
And why aren't you helping me get the kids ready?
- [clears throat] Nothing, just work stuff,
which you can't hear.
- Why do you look upset? - I'm not.
I am, a little bit. Just the Blair tapes.
- I thought you were done with those.
- I am.
I mean, still following up
on some of the open corruption cases.
It's no big deal. - Seems like a big deal.
Now, can you help me get these kids out the door?
We got to go. [children screaming]
- So how was the first night at Shangri-La?
- If communal living with a bunch of middle-aged,
mostly divorced cops in a parking lot
is Shangri-La, then I'd hate to see what heaven looks like.
- [chuckles] - Morning.
- Howdy. - What's going on?
- Hey, you, uh, asked me to keep an ear
to the ground about Jason and the Southern Front?
- Yeah.
- Yeah, Graham caught a double homicide early this morning.
Our suspect in custody used to roll with the Front.
But the rumor is he was tight with Jason back in the day,
before the falling-out.
- Thank you. - Yeah.
- I owe you. - Mm-hmm.
Well, I'm partial to Lakers tickets.
- Did you talk to Tim? You talked to Tim.
- [chuckles]
- Bradford, Chen, my office now.
♪ ♪
- What did you do? - Me? Nothing.
What did you do? You're the troublemaker.
- I'd argue, but given my recent history,
it's a fair assumption.
- It's come to my attention that you two
are betting on your rookies.
- [sighs] Sir, I-- - It's my fault.
- Don't do that. - Do what?
- Jump on the grenade. I don't need you to protect me.
- I wasn't implying you did. I'm just--
- I'm sorry to interrupt, but can we circle back
to me yelling at you?
- Yes, sir. Sorry.
- The City of Los Angeles has invested
a quarter million dollars of taxpayer money
in each of these rookies.
So they're not here for sport or to scratch
whatever weird itch you both have.
- Sir, I-- - You're right.
That was unnecessary.
- To be clear, we didn't put any money on it.
Which is not the point.
- This ends today.
And to make sure, I'm swapping your rookies.
- [sighs]
- Yes, sir. - Yes, sir.
- Now go.
- Yeah. - [exhales sharply]
Look, I'm sorry I got you into trouble.
It's just-- I'm not trying to be noble,
but the bet was my idea. - True, but I accepted.
Hey, you know, um...
Grey said that the competition ended,
but he didn't say what time.
And with the rookie swap, this gives us
the perfect opportunity to check each other's methods.
- So you're saying we have a little wiggle room?
One last shift to declare a winner?
- I'm not saying anything...
out loud. - Hmm.
♪ ♪
[elevator bell dings] - Yes. Got to go.
Hey, shop's all set up. Rolling out?
- Uh, in a few. I got something I need to do first.
- Okay.
- By myself. - Oh, okay, sure.
[door buzzing, opens]
- Hey, Kate.
Um, what cell is the double homicide in?
- 3, riding solo.
Graham wanted me to keep him isolated.
- I need to talk to him about something.
What's his name? - Um, Daniel Goodwin.
- Thanks. - Should I let Graham know?
- Uh, no. I'll fill him in later.
[door buzzing, opens]
[door buzzing]
Daniel Goodwin.
- What?
- I hear you used to hang out with Jason Wyler.
- No comment. - I don't need a comment.
I just need an address or the name
of someone who knows it.
- And I need a couple witnesses silenced
so I don't spend the next 30 years in Pelican Bay.
You gonna do that for me? - No.
But this is very personal for me.
Jason's escape puts my wife's life in danger.
Now, if you give me something, I'll talk to the DA. Maybe--
- What the hell are you doing talking to my suspect?
- No. No, I'm not--I'm not trying to step on your toes.
- He asked for a lawyer.
That means we can't talk to him until he has one.
- He might know where Jason Wyler is, Bailey's ex.
I need that guy back in prison before she comes home.
- I feel for you, but Dan Goodwin
killed two teenagers in cold blood last night.
I won't let you do anything to jeopardize his conviction.
You come anywhere near him again,
and you're looking at a Letter of Reprimand.
Understood? - No, I--of course.
Of course.
[tense music]
- Good morning.
Okay, Officer Penn, you'll be riding with me today.
Ridley, you will be with Sergeant Bradford.
What's going on, guys? Hello.
- There's a very attractive woman
that's trying to get your attention.
- Oh, my gosh. Rachel.
- Surprise! - Hi!
- Hi. Girl, you look good.
- Thank you!
- She probably like country boys.
- Eh, she probably likes me, guys.
- I should have worn my cowboy hat.
- I'm sorry for dropping in unannounced
and for being MIA recently.
Okay, for the last six months.
But the truth is,
New York kind of chewed me up and spit me out.
I lost my job and then my apartment,
and I was embarrassed.
I didn't want to call you up and just
trauma dump all over your... - What?
- Exciting LA successes.
So I booked a flight home, and I came straight here
from the airport.
My bags are at the front desk.
- Oh, wow, okay. - Okay, yeah.
That was a lot. I'm going to let you talk now.
Tell me everything.
Should I be changing your contact to Detective Lucy Chen?
- Oh.
- Are you and Tim picking out wallpaper and baby names yet?
- Oh, no, and no.
Um, I don't mean to one-up your bad news,
but, uh, I did not make detective.
And--and Tim and I broke up.
Well, he broke up with me, so...
And, actually, Tamara moved out.
So that's been--yeah, I'm--
I'm the one trauma dumping right now, aren't I?
I'm sorry. - No, I am sorry.
Screw him.
He's an idiot, right?
- Honestly, I think it's all for the best.
Celina is my roommate now, so that's been fun.
- [laughs]
So, uh, that means you probably don't have
an extra spare bed I could crash on
while I get my life together?
- No, but I got a super-comfy couch,
and it's yours for as long as you need it.
- Thank you.
- Hey, the rookies squared away with the swap?
- Yeah. - [chuckles]
- Rachel. - Hey.
What are you doing here?
- Uh, looks like I might be moving back to LA.
I don't have a place yet, but Lucy very graciously
offered me her couch. - That's great.
- Here are the keys to the apartment.
Make yourself at home.
And I'll see you after shift. - You're the best. Thanks.
- Did you know she was coming?
- No, she ghosted me.
- That's her thing.
- Bradford, Chen.
We have a fugitive situation unfolding in Melrose Hill.
A burglar broke into two homes.
He assaulted the homeowners and stole a gun.
Hollywood Division managed to put the perimeter in place,
but I need you two to go help set up checkpoints.
- They have an ID on the suspect?
- Yeah, um, Declan Granger. - Angela?
- What's happening.
- Guy with a similar MO to our Larchmont burglar
has been pinned down in Melrose Hill.
Patrol's been asked to assist in the hunt.
- Great. Don't screw this up.
- I think you mean, thank you for doing the heavy lifting.
- I think I'll save the thank-you
until the cuffs are on.
- Personally, I would love a thank-you right now.
I think it's a nice way to start the day.
You know, thank you.
- And I would love my parole officers
to follow orders and get their asses on the street.
- Sir. - All right.
- Hey, quick question. - Sure.
- Uh, Detective Graham has a double homicide suspect
in custody that might know where Jason is.
What? - Nothing. Go on.
- Well, he's not going to talk without a deal.
- Ah, that isn't happening.
He shot two honor students. We're throwing the book at him.
- Well, there has to be a way. - There isn't.
Not with him, anyway.
But we're not the only ones who might have sway in his life.
You need to find the right leverage.
- Thanks. - Mm-hmm.
[tense music]
- Juarez, we're on the move.
- Where are we going?
♪ ♪
- Geological features in the text.
Drainage features...
medians...
- Mrs. Goodwin? - Oh.
If this is about Daniel, I told the detective
we haven't spoken in years.
- Well, it is, and it isn't.
I am not involved with his current case,
but I need some information from him
to help a family member,
and I need you to get it for me.
- Why on Earth would I do that?
- Well, we understand you have another son, Keith?
He's had a few run-ins with the LAPD.
- Those were misunderstandings. He's a good kid.
He's not like his brother.
- And if there ever happened to be
any other misunderstandings,
I would be there to help look out for him,
within reason.
- He a man of his word?
- He's the best man I know, and he'll help if he can.
[indistinct chatter over police radio]
- What are the five conditions to enter a private residence?
- Uh, are we doing this now?
- High-stakes situations are exactly when rookies
forget their own names. - Okay.
- I need to know that you can focus when things get real.
- Right, well, five conditions to enter a private residence
are consent, fresh pursuit, exigent circumstances,
pursuant to a warrant, incident to--
- Boot, I've been shot! - Okay, I know this one.
Um, we're on Wilton and Melrose.
Nearest hospital is Saint Stephen.
- Officer Chen warned you? - No, I don't--
- You psychically knew the answer before I even asked?
- Maybe, I think. - What else did she say?
- Never leave your belt on a bathroom door,
keep your radio away from explosives,
and if you assign me to a cop who seems like a slug,
it's probably a test. - All right, that's fine.
I just have to get more inventive.
♪ ♪
[horn honking]
[indistinct chatter]
- [sighs] About time.
- Yeah, neighbors a little grumpy?
- More than a little.
Can you guys take over here?
We need to fold in with the house to house units.
Last sighting was 10 minutes ago,
12 blocks west of here. - No problem.
We'll set up the sawhorses. - Yeah.
- All right, help Seth with the barriers.
- Sure thing, darlin'. - Hold on.
Does Sergeant Bradford let you call him "darlin'"?
- Uh, no, ma'am. Apologies.
Sometimes the Texas just-- it just slips out.
- Uh-huh. [horns honking]
Hi. How's it going with Seth?
- Great, because you coached him.
- I trained him, something you don't seem
to have done with Penn. "Darlin'"?
- That won't happen again. - [chuckles] Sure.
- Penn, you're with me, darlin'.
[horn honking]
[tires squealing, indistinct shouting]
[suspenseful music]
♪ ♪
- Ridley, hold the line! - Copy that.
[clears throat] - Don't move.
♪ ♪
- I told him this was a bad idea.
- He's a decoy.
[engine revving] - Hey, stop.
[tires squealing]
- Seth, get in the shop. Let's go!
[sirens wailing]
[engine revving]
- Control, 7-Adam-100, Code 3 backup.
In pursuit of a burglary suspect.
Black jacket, blue jeans, south on Victoria Avenue.
Parallel grid with 7-Adam-19.
- We have barricades on every exit to the neighborhood.
He won't be able to get out.
- [sighs] Should I have fired?
He's--he's--he's armed. He could kill someone.
- No, look, he wasn't an immediate threat, okay?
It's a complicated question.
We can dig into it
after we get the suspect into custody.
- [exhales deeply]
[sirens wailing]
- Kill the sirens.
[wailing stops]
You guys hear a motorcycle engine?
- No.
- So either he's gotten far enough away from us, or he--
- Ditched the bike. - There he is.
[suspenseful music]
- Stop! - Foot pursuit.
Suspect headed northbound through the park
toward Victoria Avenue.
- LAPD! Stop!
♪ ♪
[sirens wailing, tires squealing]
♪ ♪
- [screaming] Oh, my God! Help!
- Hey, police! Stay where you are!
Hey, you stay where you are. [siren wailing, engine revving]
[tense music]
- Come on, this way. This way. This way.
- Penn, Ridley, do not enter that residence!
Hold the perimeter! - He's got a gun!
- Stay back, or she's dead!
♪ ♪
[distant siren wailing]
[classical music playing]
♪ ♪
- [whispers] What now?
- Tell me.
- Granger took a hostage, dragged her into the house.
- And our rookies went in after him--side gate.
- So, instead of one victim to save, now we got three.
We need to get them out of that house.
- I tried stopping them from going in.
- And they didn't listen? - It all happened so fast.
If we radio, we risk giving away their position.
- Then send them a damn text.
[siren wailing, tires screeching]
- Ah! You're hurting me.
- Quiet.
- [whispering] We just got orders to stand down.
Metro should be here soon.
- [whispering] Oh, they won't come in
until they get a better sense of the situation,
and by then, she could be dead.
- But we have orders.
- You got a text, which you never saw
because you were saving the day.
- I am not comfortable with that.
- All right, all right, all right.
Well, then, uh, let-- let's split the difference.
We'll go take a peek, and then you can text back
with a situation report. - Okay, I like that.
It's like, um, we're doing recon for Metro.
- Unless an opportunity to intervene arises.
- And why do I think that it's going to arise?
- Because the good Lord loves me.
- What about me? Does He love me?
Or am I going to go get shot because you think
you have divine protection?
- Which answer gets you out of this kitchen?
♪ ♪
- Is anyone else in the house? - No.
- Answer me truthfully. - No, it's just me.
- Let me go. - Come on.
- [whispering] What's the plan?
- [whispering] I'm gonna sneak in
and jump him when he's not looking.
- That's a terrible plan. - You got a better one?
♪ ♪
- Yes. Yes, I do.
- Please don't hurt me. - Shut up!
I got to think.
- Mom?
- You said you were alone.
- [gasps] I didn't want you to hurt him.
- Mom, do we have any brownies left?
- Tell him to come in here.
- Honey, come see me in the living room.
- I-I'm kind of busy right now.
Mom, why are all these cop cars outside?
- Don't move.
♪ ♪
- [normal voice] Drop it! Drop it!
[gun clatters] You're under arrest.
Interlock your fingers. - [normal voice] Oh, my God.
I can't believe it actually worked.
- You got him, partner? - Yeah, I got him, partner.
[upbeat music]
- You want to radio it in? - Yeah, yeah.
Yeah, right. Um, suspect in custody, code 4.
- I think I just had a stroke. He say "code 4"?
♪ ♪
[cheers and applause]
♪ ♪
- I spoke to Daniel.
He refused to help the police with anything.
But he is a better brother than a son.
He told me to tell you that his friends
haven't been able to find the man you asked him about,
but they haven't given up hunting him.
They've hired an outsider, El Malvado.
- And did he say who that is?
- Malvado is a myth--
the criminal equivalent of the boogeyman.
Don't snitch, or Malvado will get you.
He's made up. - Who's made up?
- Malvado? - Oh, no, he's definitely real.
Myths don't leave a trail of bodies along the border.
- Well, apparently, Southern Front
hired him to kill Jason.
Anything that you remember about him?
Specific people he was supposed to have killed?
- I can dig through my old files,
but if Malvado is after Jason, then he's a dead man walking,
which is good news for you.
- Best thing for you to do is step back
and let nature take its course.
- Yeah, I'm not wired like that.
Justice is Jason back in prison,
not buried in an unmarked grave.
♪ ♪
- That was epic.
Did you see all the neighbors with their phones?
This gonna go viral. - Oh, man, you think so?
- Oh, sure will. The way that lady hugged you?
Ooh, that's going to be the front page
of the "LA Times" tomorrow!
- Hey, you think we're gonna graduate early?
- Not a chance in hell.
- Do you honestly not see what's going on right now?
- Are they talking about us? - Yes, they are.
And that's not Grey's happy face.
- Grey has a happy face?
Not the time. But we saved that woman's life.
- You disregarded your training and made everyone's job
ten times harder. - Forget skipping to P2.
You'll be lucky if he doesn't bounce you today.
You're station-bound for the rest of shift.
- Doing--doing what?
[markers squeaking]
- Technically, neither of us lost the bet.
It was a draw.
- It's a loss no matter how you spin it.
Here I was, thinking that helping Grey out
with a temporary TO position was going to help my career.
Instead, it's probably just going to be another black mark.
- Look, as long as the brass doesn't fire them,
we still have time to turn them into good cops.
You'll walk away with a win.
- What are the odds they don't get fired?
- Slim to none. - Yeah.
[markers continue squeaking]
- I'm just saying, it's not right.
- Uh, agreed, but deals are the lifeblood
of our justice system.
- Look, I'm not talking about plea deals,
which are mostly used to strong-arm people
with our resources.
I am talking about violent criminals
getting sweetheart deals so that law enforcement
can trade up to arrest equally violent criminals
who happen to be higher up the food chain.
- This chicken's amazing. - Thank you.
I can't even take credit for it.
Lila made it before she went over to her bestie's house.
- Mmm. Well, the girl has a gift.
- And, again, I'm not trying to argue with you,
but in this case, we didn't even offer a deal,
even though the suspect may have vital information
on the whereabouts of an escaped convict.
- An escaped convict who is threatening
someone we care about. - Mm-hmm, right.
No, I know.
But that suspect killed
two honor students with wealthy parents.
Now, can you honestly, honestly say
that I would've played out the same way
if the victims had come from different circumstances?
- Okay, I am pulling the rip cord on this conversation.
Every person at this table is very well versed
in the injustices in the justice system,
and we are all trying to address those inadequacies
in our own way.
- Yeah, but not everyone in the DA's office thinks like us.
[dramatic music]
- Thank you so much for letting me stay here.
- Girl, don't worry about it.
I'm just-- I'm so happy to see you.
I-I missed you.
- But?
- But I wish you could have confided in me
about everything you're going through, you know?
I mean-- [chuckles]
- Would you have told me about your breakup with Tim?
[laughter] - I-I don't know.
It's--it's kind of awkward. You dated him, too.
- Wait. You dated Tim?
- Yes, a million years ago.
Lucy set us up. - Yeah.
- And you're still friends? - Well, yeah.
- Yeah, I felt--I felt a little weird about it at first,
but, um, you know, I called her when Tim and I got together,
and we talked it out. - Yeah.
And, honestly, they were a much better match anyway.
- Hos before bros-- I love it.
- You know, I have to say,
I am a little surprised you guys broke up.
- Yeah, you and me both. So much happened last year.
I don't know--I made all these moves so we could be together,
and the whole thing just blew up in my face.
But I learned a very important lesson.
I need to focus on my career.
So, no more messy station romances.
- I love that. And you know what?
No more Tim talk. - Yeah.
- At least not tonight. - [chuckles]
- I'm gonna get ready for bed. - Okay.
- Good night. - Good night.
- You wouldn't happen to have anything of Nolan's?
Something personal?
- Uh, I don't think so. Why?
- I'm worried about him. He's spinning out over Jason.
- Oh. Well, why do you need a personal item?
- A protection spell. - Oh. Well, okay.
He--he probably--he'll be fine with a good night's sleep.
- Yeah. - Yeah.
[alarm blaring]
[ominous music]
♪ ♪
[device beeping, buzzes] - Come on.
[device beeping, buzzes]
[lock beeping]
♪ ♪
[cell phone beeps, line trilling]
Yeah, this is Officer John Nolan.
I need two units sent to my house
for a possible 4-5-9.
Who's out there?
♪ ♪
[panel beeping]
[blaring stops]
Show me your hands.
- Oh, my God. Don't shoot me!
- How did you get in the gate?
- It was open, or I climbed over it.
I-I don't exactly remember. I've been drinking.
I'm looking for Marnie's house. She's my BFF.
- But you don't know where she lives?
- No, I totally know where she lives.
But did I mention I've been drinking?
- Did you drive here?
- No, silly.
At least I don't think so.
Who are you, again? [line trilling]
- I am the guy whose house you broke into.
Hi, this is John Nolan.
You can cancel that 4-5-9.
Thank you.
- Uh, okay, well, I'm feeling much more sober,
and you are clearly stressed, so I'm going to go.
- Probably a good idea.
Please don't drive.
[sighs]
[Otis Kane's "Run"]
- ♪ You curse our name ♪
♪ You waste our time ♪
♪ You make everybody ♪
♪ Stand in line ♪
♪ There's a revolution ♪
♪ That you can't stop ♪
♪ You better run ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪
[knocking]
[distant siren wailing]
- Nolan. Is the station on fire?
- No.
- Because that's the only reason
you should bother a man in the middle of the night,
especially when his day off is tomorrow.
So I'll see you in, uh-- in 17 hours.
- Do you even know how many hours are in a day?
- At 4:00 in the morning, no.
- Smitty, Smitty, this--this is important.
You--you were the first officer on the scene
at the murder of Julian Power a year ago.
- Oh, yeah. Gruesome business.
What about it? - Well, you put in your notes
that you noticed a late-model Cadillac sedan
leaving the area at a suspicious rate of speed.
You even included a partial plate.
- No one ever said Quigley Smitty wasn't thorough.
- Yeah, it was--it was actually excellent attention to detail.
Go figure.
But did the lead detective follow up on that?
- Nah, victim had major beef with his ex-business partner.
They were pretty sure he'd done the deed.
- They thought the Cadillac was unrelated.
- Good luck. - Thanks.
Uh, sleep well.
[tense music]
[door opens, closes]
♪ ♪
[car alarm beeps]
♪ ♪
[car door closes, engine turning over]
♪ ♪
[engine turning over]
♪ ♪
[distant blow lands] - Ah!
I swear, I don't know where he is.
Ah!
- You're lying.
- [groaning] I haven't talked
to Jason in months!
- Even if that were true, it wouldn't mean anything.
There's half a dozen ways
that you could have the knowledge that I need
without direct contact. - Okay, look--
- Stop acting like a tough guy, and you start talking.
- Police.
Toss the gun, show me your hands.
- You're going to shoot me in the back?
- If I have to.
- John Nolan!
♪ ♪
- That's a pretty neat trick. How'd you know my voice?
- I do my homework.
It's how I stay alive and on target.
You got to make your own luck in this life.
- Well, it looks like your luck hit a serious speed bump.
Now toss the gun. - This is stupid.
We have the same goal-- the end of Jason Wyler.
And our friend here knows where he's at.
- No, I don't. - Shut up!
All you have to do is leave, and your problems go away.
- I can't do that. - [sighs]
Morality is such a frustrating quality.
[gunshots] - No! Stay down!
- [screams]
[gunshots]
- You all right? Did it go through?
Just keep pressure right there. - [groans, coughs]
- Hang on.
- Phones don't work down here. - Yeah, I'm getting that.
Is there an exit where he went?
- No, it just goes deeper in the building, boiler room.
You got to get me out of here, okay?
I need an ambulance.
- Yes, I know, but I cannot let him escape,
and I don't think you want me to.
- 'Cause he'll keep coming after me.
- That's right. Now, what do you know about Jason Wyler?
- Nothing, dude.
- I am trying to save your life--tell me what you know.
- Fine, I heard he's shacked up with some woman.
I swear. That's all I know. - All right.
You keep pressure on that, all right?
You keep pressure on it.
I'm gonna go get him before he can circle round and get us.
- If we're getting fired,
someone would have called, right?
- Unless they want to do it in person, and Sergeant Bradford
definitely seems like that kind of guy.
- Hey, if they kick me out,
I have no idea what I'm going to do.
- Oh, you'll be all right. You're not living in your car.
They kick me out, I'm sleeping at a rest stop,
working at the Circle K back in Sugarland.
- Penn, Ridley, my office, now!
You put me in a difficult position.
On one hand, you screwed up massively.
On the other hand, I'm told some hashtag is going around.
- #RookieHeroes--it's been trending since last night.
- I also saw #HeroHottie.
- Which one is the hottie? - Me.
- Enough.
Sergeant Bradford, how much do I care about the opinions
of the chronically online?
- Zero, sir. - Correct.
But we are dealing with an ongoing corruption scandal
and a public-relations crisis,
and I'm told that we can't afford to fire
two "hero cops."
- Thank you, sir.
- We won't waste a second chance, sir.
- Oh, this is not a second chance, son.
And why is that, Officer Chen?
- Because a second chance implies a clean slate.
- Exactly. You two...
are on the edge of very thin ice.
Am I understood? both: Yes, sir.
[knock at door] - I'm sorry to interrupt, sir,
but I can't find Nolan anywhere.
[tense music]
♪ ♪
- Oh.
Sure don't build 'em like they used to.
And they sure don't work like they used to.
[cell phone clicking, line beeping]
[sighing] Okay.
♪ ♪
[gunshot]
[suspenseful music]
[gunshots]
I think you're out of bullets, Malvado!
- I'm not.
But I'm curious as to why you think I am.
- You're firing a GLOCK 26.
It's an excellent weapon for concealed carry,
but it only holds 10 rounds.
You've already fired 20.
And I don't think you're the type
to carry more than one spare magazine.
- Why's that?
- You take pride in being a professional.
If it takes you more than 20 bullets,
you've failed in an epic way.
And I think you're far too confident to think
that could ever happen to you.
- Pride goeth before destruction.
- And a haughty spirit before a fall.
- Proverbs 16:18.
You're a religious man, John.
- My mother.
She found the Bible a useful tool
in her line of work.
Now, you're going to throw that gun out,
and you're gonna come out slowly,
and your hands are going to be empty.
♪ ♪
Turn around.
Hands on your head, interlace your fingers.
[gun slides on floor]
- [grunting]
- You even twitch, I will shoot you.
I'm sure you're some kind of ninja,
but I got no ego about fighting you.
So, if you move, you die. Do you understand?
- Yes.
[handcuffs clicking]
- I got him.
- Uh-oh. - Shut up.
On your knees.
Knees. - [grunts]
[gun clatters]
- Oh, man.
[line beeps] Damn it.
- Do you want me to go to go for help?
- Nice try.
- It's your only option to save his life, John.
He's down at least two pints.
If you release the pressure, he will bleed out.
- So Nolan is not at home.
They knocked and did a visual scan,
but they couldn't get inside
without driving a shop through the wall.
No sign of forced entry, and his truck is missing.
- I'll try to get a trace on his GPS and his phone.
- So what are we thinking?
Someone attacked him on his way to work?
- According to the security logs,
Nolan came back to the station at 3:00 in the morning
and left just before dawn.
- It has to be related to Jason.
Bailey gets home next week, and he's been obsessed
with catching him before then. - He's looking for Malvado.
- Yeah, I mean, it sounds like he's found him, right?
- No, if Nolan had hit a dead end, he would be here.
At the very least, he would be answering his phone.
We should just retrace his investigation.
- Already on it.
All right, it looks like he accessed
his case file around 3:00 a.m.
[rock music]
I know who we need to talk to.
[knocking]
- What? It's my day off.
- When's the last time you talked to Nolan?
- 4:00 a.m. He woke me up, too.
- What did he want? - Something about a Cadillac.
- Hey, uh, the trace on Nolan's phone came up empty,
but its last ping location was downtown off Spring Street.
- Let's go.
- Oh, you're welcome.
- You're making a big mistake, John.
The cardinal rule of policing is to protect the public.
- How about you come over here, you put the pressure on,
and I'll go call for help? - Sorry.
The only pressure I'm going to apply is on you.
- He told me where Jason is.
You come help me, I'll help you.
You were right. I can't let him die.
- Really? [laughs]
You expect me to believe that you had a change of heart?
- I expect you to believe that this man's life
has more value than Jason's.
When push comes to shove, I'll do the right thing.
- [sighs] Okay.
- [groaning] - Easy. Easy, easy.
We got you.
♪ ♪
- Okay, I'm going to move you into cell phone range.
It is going to hurt,
but you are going to die if I don't, all right?
[indistinct chatter over police radio]
- Hey! - God!
- We found Nolan. Theater basement.
- Call in an ambulance.
We need to get him to the hospital right away.
- Requesting RA to our location.
We have a 50-year-old male with a gunshot wound...
- I'll see you.
Hey. - Hey.
- How you doing?
- Some scratches and scrapes, killer headache,
but Trey is going to come out all right, so call it a win.
- Hmm. - Any leads on Malvado?
- Mm, no, house was cleared out
when SWAT arrived, car abandoned.
You got to believe a professional like Malvado
has go bags everywhere and a host of identities
to choose from.
- Yeah, not surprising, but still disappointing.
- Yeah, I guess there's still a chance
he'll solve your Jason problem.
- Yeah, that's just not how I want it solved.
- Yeah, of course. Me either.
So, any, uh, big plans for tonight?
- Only if you would call taking out the alarm system
I just put in as a big plan. - What happened?
- It's overkill. It's insanely complicated.
I was trying so hard to keep Jason out of my house.
In the end, I just wound up letting him get in my head.
- Hmm.
- Bailey and I can't live in fear.
We do that, Jason's already won.
- Maintaining radical acceptance of the situation
until you get that psycho dirtbag off the streets.
- Exactly. - I like it.
- Yeah, now I just need to find someone to take
some gently used but very high-end
security equipment off my hands--I'll be golden.
- Hmm, oh, you think Area 51
might be looking for an upgrade?
- I was thinking secret Vatican archive.
[elevator bell dings] - Hmm.
[upbeat music]
- Think this is gonna scar? - Ooh, yeah.
♪ ♪
- Hi.[chuckles] - Hey.
Hope you had a good first night back.
- I did. Yeah, it's, uh, nice to enter a room
and not have to take off 17 layers of clothing.
[laughs] I, um--
I actually wanted to talk to you
because I didn't want things to be weird between us.
I know I kind of disappeared, but I--
- No, I-I appreciate what you're doing,
but, honestly, you don't owe me an explanation.
I don't need closure. - I do.
Look, if we're going to be back in each other's lives,
I want us to be honest with each other.
I know we ended with a whimper, not a bang,
and I'm sorry I didn't keep in touch.
I was just working constantly, and then my company downsized,
and I was just trying to keep my head
above water until I couldn't, and now I'm here.
[sighs] But Lucy's my friend,
and I'd like you and me to be friends, too,
without the burden of past-relationship baggage,
which I guess is just a more formal way of saying,
are we cool?
- We are so cool. - [sighs] Good.
[chuckles] Good, okay.
Well, uh, I'm going to grab Lucy,
and we're going to go hang out at a bar with music so loud,
we can't even hear ourselves think.
- Oh, that sounds like a nightmare.
- [laughs] You are not invited. - Well, thank God.
[both laugh] - Good night.
- All right, have a good night.
♪ ♪
- So... - Hmm.
D I have a question.
- If it's anything more complicated than,
where are we ordering dinner from tonight,
I'm afraid I can't help. - Too much thinking today?
- I just feel like I need to ice my brain.
- Well, you're in luck. It's an easy one.
The Blair tape you were listening to the other day--
I realized where I know the voice from.
It was Graham, wasn't it?
- I-I can't reveal anything about the tapes.
It's confidential. - No, I know.
I don't need to know if he has mommy issues or whatever,
but I work with him, and I trust him.
And if he's under investigation--
- It's not--
♪ ♪
You don't have to worry about that.
- Okay. Thank you. - Mm-hmm.
- Now you can turn your brain off.
- Okay.
♪ ♪
- Okay.
Options are leftovers...
leftovers, leftovers.
[alarm blaring]
Bailey! You're home early.
- I was trying to surprise you. - I'm surprised.
- My key isn't working. It's like there's no keyhole.
- Right, no, uh, that-- it's, uh--
Yeah, it's biometric now.
I switched it out, and I tried to switch it back.
[panel beeping, buzzes] And I--and I haven't--
I think I took out the thing that changed the thing.
Just punch in your code.
It's your birthday, uh, June 28th.
- You mean February 12th?
- Okay, hang on. You know what?
I'm just in the middle of-- [panel beeping, buzzes]
Hey, I'm so happy you're home--
almost home. - Me too.
I've really missed you.
- You know what? I'm going to be honest.
If you, um, crawl up on top of the HVAC system, you can shimmy
in the bathroom window. - Oh, great.
I'll be right there. - I'll meet you there.
- Damn it.