- Previously on "The Rookie." - Don't puke on him.
This is not my first OD.
I had this girlfriend back in high school.
I found her after prom in a bathroom.
Four years ago, I was diagnosed with cancer.
Given our continued fallout
from the mess Monica and Blair London created,
Wesley Evers has been assigned here
to make sure we're flying right.
How I'm supposed to work next to Angela Lopez
when all I can think about is how much I want to--
Malvado is a myth...
The criminal equivalent of the boogeyman.
Well, apparently, Southern Front hired him to kill Jason.
We have the same goal.
All you have to do is leave and your problems go away.
I can't do that.
I know you like oat milk,
but the store was out, so I got almond.
I hope that's OK.
Ah. Hello, my beautiful wife.
Hey, I just wanted to check in
and see how it's going with my newer replacement model.
Hi, Bailey.
Yeah, Celina is not a replacement.
She's, uh, bait.
And no one could replace you because you are awesome.
Thank you.
Now, is this really necessary?
We have U.S. Marshals watching the house 24/7,
and Jason is being hunted by a hitman.
Can I please come home?
Yeah, you can 100% come home
if you can look me in the eye and tell me
that Jason's not a relentless psychopath
that would risk everything to get back at you
for betraying him.
OK, fine. You win.
But I'm climbing the walls here.
No offense. - None taken.
I totally get it.
I mean, with Rachel here, it is a little snug.
Hey.
Oh, so have we had any movement
on the mystery woman that Jason is supposedly shacked up with?
No, but given Jason's history,
I would say she's probably the lonely, wealthy type.
Yeah, which would give him the resources
to stay under the radar.
OK.
Well, if I can't come home,
can you please pack up some of my things
and give them to Lucy?
I'll text you a list.
Yeah, of course.
And, uh--
Oh.
Maybe a little later, we can find some personal time?
There will be no personal time
until we're in our own bed.
I will have Jason caught by tonight.
♪ I'm gonna win for you ♪
♪ Like I know you want me to do ♪
Hey, I just want to reiterate
I know what I did last week was wrong.
And I take no delight in any of the public fanfare
around my hero moment
that--our--our hero moment that we had together.
I just--I fell out of my groove with the whole TO swap thing.
So I'm just--I'm happy to be back with my OG.
Oh, God.
No one likes a suck-up, Ridley.
Let's go. - Yes, ma'am.
Anything you wanna add to this sad mea culpa?
I'm not looking for any extra credit, sir.
I just want to be prepared as possible
for whatever the day holds.
Preparation is only half the battle.
All I care about is how you perform on the streets
when your adrenaline's high
and you want to be an action star.
Yes, sir.
I'll keep the wild horses locked in the stable, sir.
Check your phone on your own time, please.
Yes, ma'am.
Oh, wow. They just keep coming in.
OK, seriously, what's going on right now?
I--sorry.
I'm just--I'm waiting on my test results to come in.
I'm a little bit paranoid.
Oh, that's right. Well, um, did you get any news?
- No.
These are just notifications
that my name is being mentioned somewhere online.
Are you serious?
Yeah, sorry. I'll put it away.
Thank you.
Oh, OK.
Wow. They just--they're good. They're nice comments.
- Airplane mode. - Right.
Mr. Evers.
- Welcome back, Wesley. - Hey.
Sean, hey.
I just wanted to be here to welcome you back.
The office wasn't the same without you.
I mean, I'm glad to be back,
as is the entire Mid-Wilshire Station.
Apparently, they don't appreciate oversight.
Yeah, well, look,
I'm sure you have a lot to catch up on,
but the district attorney election
is right around the corner, and I just wanted to be sure
I could count on your endorsement.
Hmm.
Wesley.
Oh, you are aging backwards.
Oh.
I just wanted to say welcome back
and make sure you're all squared pen-wise.
Oh, thank you.
Nice try, Vivian.
But you're not going to buy your way to a win here.
Don't you find an insecure man such a turnoff?
I am lightyears from insecure.
Anyway, I would love your endorsement.
- OK. - OK.
Bye. - OK.
You know, in my younger days,
she really would have gotten under my skin.
Right.
Definitely not now.
No.
Hey, Sean.
You have five minutes to talk about something
that's been eating away at the very core of who I am?
Well, that sounds like it's going to take longer
than five minutes, but yeah, sure, OK.
Thanks.
You're really the only person I can talk to about this.
Um...
I heard something on the Blair London tapes
that has got me spinning.
I thought you turned in your final report on those.
No, I did. Uh, it's not criminal.
It's--
you know Keith Graham from Mid-Wilshire?
Yeah, sure. He's a great guy.
Annoyingly handsome.
I mean, he's solid detective.
He was seeing Blair?
Yeah, and during his sessions,
he revealed that he has recurring...
intimate dreams about Angela.
- Yikes. - Yeah.
Well, look, you know that legally,
you cannot divulge any of that to her.
That's a violation of his privacy.
And that puts the two of them
in an incredibly uncomfortable position.
I know, but it's driving me crazy.
Wha--Wes, I--you know.
It seems to me it comes down to
how secure you are in your marriage.
He's definitely not the first guy to hit on your hot wife.
He certainly won't be the last.
Wait.
Did you?
I plead the fifth.
All right. This is not going to be easy.
When the CHP calls for mutual aid,
usually because things have gotten messy, even for LA.
Now, wrecks like these are all about
problem-solving and accuracy.
We have to be exact with every word in our reports.
Our measurements can't be off, not even by an inch.
That would mean a change in liability
and then any half-decent lawyer could use that
to discredit our entire investigation.
That's mildly terrifying.
Which is why I'm making you primary.
What?
Face your fears, Officer Juarez.
You can handle this.
Tell me you can handle this.
I--I can handle it.
I can handle it.
This is gon' be as fun as putting socks on a rooster.
Here come the chippies.
He's, like, 50 feet away.
He for sure could have walked.
Afternoon. Thanks for the assist.
Where do you want us?
Given the circumstances,
we think this should be an LAPD-led investigation.
- No problem. - Where will CHP be stationed?
We'll be helping out at the off-ramp.
Oh.
Over in the shade,
relieving grateful citizens from bumper-to-bumper traffic?
That's nice.
We just want the freeways
up and running as quickly as possible.
I told Juarez she's got primary on this.
Bold.
You either want to end her career right now
or you honestly believe in her.
What do you want us to do?
OK, well, first thing first, we--we render safety and aid
to all victims.
That means that our number one priority is--
is clearing a path for the next ambulance.
I gotta take this.
What's happening?
Were you able to get that stuff from Lucy?
She was gonna come by here at lunch and bring it to me.
You forgot.
Yeah, sorry.
This morning's been just a little chaotic,
but you stay put.
I promise I'll get it to you tonight
or tomorrow at the latest.
OK, yeah. Stay safe. I love you.
I love you, too.
How far, Boot?
18.6 feet, sir.
- You sure about that? - Positive, sir.
Ridley, how far?
Uh, 20--no, that's 20.1--
20.2--it just keeps-- it keeps moving.
I--oh, I have to-- I have to stand still.
Yeah, OK.
20.2.
Hey, what's next?
OK, well, now, I mean, now you take a million photos.
Just make sure you get the scene from every angle.
You search the cars
for any open containers, alcohol, drugs.
If there's any indication that this is a DUI,
that changes everything.
- OK. - OK?
OK.
Clear.
Well, hey, hey.
Did you get pictures from underneath the car
and above as well? - No.
No, sorry, sorry, it's my bad. I--
No, listen.
I understand there's a lot going on right now,
but I can't be holding your hand every step of the way.
Yeah.
Time to take the training wheels off there, Ridley.
Can you just lay off?
You have no idea what anybody's going through, OK?
My girlfriend died in high school in a car accident,
and this whole thing is bringing up
a lot of bad memories. - I'm sorry, dude.
I didn't know.
Just think next time before you speak, OK?
Officer Penn, you clear this car?
Yes, sir. Driver was critical.
Went off in the first ambulance.
You didn't think to make note of this?
Oh, I'm sorry, sir.
I thought we was checking for beer cans, not firearms.
Back home, every car you pull over
have a gun in the glove box.
Bag this, please.
- Juarez? - Yes, sir.
What about this car?
Do we have any information on this driver?
Uh, no. Nobody's talked to him yet.
But it is registered to a Harrison Novak.
Officers!
Double time!
This is the LAPD. Is anyone in there?
We're going to get you out. Just hang on.
- Please, please, please. - Oh, my God.
We need an ambulance!
I'd never seen him before.
But he knew me.
He was waiting.
He called out "Savannah," and when I turned,
he sprayed me in the eyes with something.
It burned really bad.
Um, I tried to run, but, um, hit me over the head.
And the next thing I knew,
I was tied up in the-- in the trunk.
And we drove around forever.
It felt like hours.
And, uh, he was singing.
He kept replaying the same dumb pop songs,
singing along at the top of his lungs
without a care in the world.
Well, you're safe now, OK?
And the good news is we know who he is.
Officers are kicking down his door as we speak.
Police!
Harrison Novak, we have a warrant for your arrest.
Ridley.
Clear!
- Clear! - Clear!
Clear!
This place gives me the creeps.
It feels like teenage girls live here,
not a 40-year-old dude.
Get used to it.
We're gonna be here for a minute.
It's the only property registered in his name.
We need to search every inch of this place,
so glove up, tear it apart.
Yes, sir.
How bad?
Physically, she should be OK.
Guy nabbed her out in public
and kept her in a trunk for hours.
Being a woman is consistently terrifying.
Then you have a daughter and it only gets worse.
Harrison Novak was arrested three years ago
for burglary and assault.
He broke into a woman's home and choked her.
It seemed open-and-shut, but evidence was compromised,
and the prosecution lost the case at trial
to Novak's hotshot lawyer.
Who the hell was that?
Your husband.
Yeah, I recognize the case.
The cops screwed up the chain of evidence,
and I got him acquitted. Why?
We found a girl in his trunk in pretty bad shape.
He's currently at large,
so if you can give us anything that might help.
Uh, I'll pull his file and get it to you ASAP.
Let me know if there's anything else I can do.
Thanks.
Do you remember the Harrison Novak case?
Uh, yeah, of course.
That's the only time I lost a trial.
Why? - Novak just abducted a woman.
Maybe not the first.
Well, that's not good.
For either of us.
Huh.
Hey, I'm sorry again for not reporting the gun.
But I did find out the owner had purchased it legally,
and it was registered.
That's not the point.
Cars are frequently broken into
by criminals who do not have a license to carry.
A weapon not registered to them
is a win for the criminal community.
Understood. It won't happen again.
You know what? I'm going to recommend
you undergo additional training and testing all weekend,
plus an additional three hours a day
for the next two weeks.
What? It was-- it was a simple mistake!
Look, if I can't trust you to clock loaded weapons
in plain sight, what else can't I trust you with?
- What's wrong? - I lost her.
She left the apartment. I got blocked in by a truck.
Hello?
- Come on, come on.
- ♪ With a boom and a bang ♪
♪ There it goes ♪
- Hi, please leave me-- - She's ducking my call.
But you can track her phone, right?
♪ Threw it all away ♪
♪ Come on, let's get it started, started, ooh ♪
She's headed towards Echo Park, the firehouse.
Punch it.
Oh. This guy's totally a psycho.
He wore his outside shoes right in the bedroom.
Wait, these things gotta be caked in evidence, right?
Potentially. Take a photo and then bag them.
Hey, uh, Ridley, can I ask you a question
about something from earlier?
Yeah, that's not really my favorite way
to start a conversation, but sure.
A few weeks ago, you told me that your girlfriend overdosed.
And then earlier, I swear I thought I heard you tell Miles
that she died in a car accident?
Yeah.
Sorry, I should have made that more clear.
Sarah didn't actually die from the OD.
We got super-lucky.
My friend's dad, he's a doctor, and--and he came home
just in time with some naloxone.
And then she died in a car accident?
No, that was a different girlfriend a year later.
Savannah wasn't a one-off.
I found this hidden in the hallway closet.
Oh, my God.
More victims.
Hello? - Hey, counselor.
Harrison Novak.
You helped me out of a jam a few years ago.
Of course.
Uh, I'm just finishing up a meeting.
Can I call you right back?
That's OK. I can hold.
I got time.
I've got Harrison Novak on the phone.
He wants me to represent him.
What's my ethical obligation here?
Do I have to tell him I'm no longer a defense attorney?
Uh, no but as a prosecutor, the only thing you can't do
is agree to represent him.
Other than that, you can tell him
anything he needs to hear to keep him on the line.
- OK. - Angela, it's Del Monte.
Got your husband here.
He's talking to Novak on his cell phone right now.
Hot damn. Setting up a trace now.
OK, I'm putting you on speaker.
Wesley, just keep him talking as long as you can.
I'll mute my phone so we can listen.
All right, great. I'm going over to him now.
Sorry to keep you waiting. How can I help?
No problem. Look, I know you're a very busy guy,
so I will skip the foreplay.
I was super impressed with how you handled my case
back in the day, and I find myself
in a bit of fresh legal jeopardy.
How bad are we talking?
See, I don't like to use that word "bad."
So judgy.
Good, bad, right, wrong.
They're all just choices and decisions repressed people use
to keep more free-thinking individuals in a box.
Right, well, I wasn't trying to judge.
I just need to know a little more
of what I'm getting into before I commit.
Well, I can tell you this much.
Most people might not like what I do, who I am,
but everyone inflicts and contributes
to some level of pain and suffering.
You might step on a bug or cook a steak.
I just do my version of that.
Only on a bigger, more connected level with...
larger and more conscious animals.
Are you saying you've killed people?
Are you saying you're my lawyer?
Mr. Novak, I'm just trying to make sure
we're both on the same page.
This is taking longer than I'd wanted,
and I have a bit of a ticking clock problem.
I had wanted to achieve so much more
by the end of my story,
a certain number of accomplishments,
to make the world take notice.
So now I find myself having to get into the volume business.
Wait, um, why don't we get together in person and discuss?
I gotta go. But don't worry.
You'll probably see me later tonight on your TV.
- Wait! - Ciao for now.
Please tell me you got a location.
He's calling from Sorority Row.
He's going to pull a Ted Bundy.
I'm sending every cop in the city,
but I'm not sure we're going to make it there in time.
Say a prayer.
Who is it?
Hi, uh, Melanie?
I think I have your package.
It got delivered to my place by mistake.
For you. - Thanks so much.
Oh!
Police!
Please step away!
Ah!
Back up! I got him!
Everybody OK?
If any of you ladies are looking to join the LAPD,
I'd like to offer a letter of recommendation
written by me personally.
Get back. This is a crime scene.
Let me through. I'm with the DA's office.
I need to get in there. - I said back up.
- Angela! Angela! - Hold on.
Stand down. He's allowed to be here.
Hey, what happened in there? Please tell me no one's dead.
No one is dead.
In fact, he got his ass kicked.
Hey, it's OK.
You did good.
You're the reason we got this guy.
I'm also the reason that he's been free
to kill innocent women for the past three years.
His actions are not your fault.
You were just doing your job.
OK.
Hey.
Thought you were too busy for me.
You change your mind?
I'm not a defense lawyer anymore.
I'm a prosecutor now.
Tricky.
That's how the cops got here so quick.
Yeah, you're lucky we did.
Those girls were about to kill you.
Get in.
We should get him back to the station as soon as possible.
He is a talker.
Yeah, go. I'll be fine.
- You sure? - Yeah.
Go.
Hmm.
♪ Roses are red ♪
♪ Diamonds are shining, it's on now ♪
♪ Rolling in dice ♪
♪ It's the luck of draw, yeah, it's all right ♪
♪ Don't be afraid ♪
♪ We've got all of the joy-- ♪
Put your hands on the wheel!
I'm impressed.
Like I care. Who are you?
Why are you following me?
Did Jason send you?
No.
I'm the man hunting your ex-husband.
Malvado.
I'm not your enemy.
We want the same thing.
Jason dead.
You're a wanted man. I should call 911.
Go ahead.
Have me arrested.
And spend the rest of your life worrying about Jason.
Or you could let me go
and never have to worry about him again.
May I?
This number cannot be traced.
But messages will get back to me.
If you hear of Jason's whereabouts, let me know.
And I will put an end to your nightmare.
Hey, you OK?
Hey. Yeah, I'm fine.
What were you thinking?
Do you have any idea how dangerous this was?
Oh, look, my phone is ringing.
The idea was that you stay in the apartment.
All of a sudden, I got marshals
blowing up my phone telling me you've gone missing?
You almost gave me a heart attack.
Wait, how is it the Marshals know I left?
Are they tracking my phone?
We had a guy posted outside Lucy's apartment.
To spy on me?
To protect you.
In case Jason saw through the ruse and went after you there.
Can we get back in the shop, please?
Why didn't you tell me?
That's not the point.
What were you even doing down here in the first place?
It doesn't matter.
Before we get started,
I'd like to get us on the same page
as to how we speak to each other.
I mean, we may have...
well, differing philosophies,
but it doesn't mean we can't be cordial to one another.
You don't make the rules here.
I think I kind of do.
I mean, you must have a lot of very distressed families
who are desperate for answers.
And I am willing to tell you everything.
But I expect to be treated like a person, not a monster.
Sure, we can do that.
We will just listen.
Whatever you want to tell us.
These on?
Yes, you're being recorded.
It's not the killing.
You'd think it would be.
It's the least interesting part.
The anticipation, the planning...
That puts a wind in my sails.
The killing itself is more like eating for me.
Necessary, but...
not as holistically stimulating as the lead-up.
Now...
hunting my victims,
really feeling their fear...
That just...
fills me up.
When the killing's done, I tend to feel a little...
empty inside, lonely even.
So then, I...
have to do it again.
These are human beings you are talking about.
You don't feel any kind of remorse?
Do you feel remorse when you eat a burger?
What did you do with the bodies?
Buried them.
Where?
How about I show you?
All right, you can stay here till the end of shift,
and then Lucy will be here
to bring you back to her apartment.
I'm your wife, John. I don't work for you.
And in case you've forgotten,
I literally spent the last three weeks
doing tactical military training in Germany.
I don't need you to protect me.
Nolan, Novak gave up the location of his dump site.
Units on their way.
I need you guys to meet them there.
Right, um, we'll finish this later.
- Mm-hmm. - Promise.
Uh, would you watch her, please?
You're a grown-ass woman.
I'm not babysitting you. - Thank you.
Hey.
Hey there.
You really want to be shooting from that side.
I'm completely backlit.
And no offense, but if you want to have an easy time
selling the doc to Hulu or whatever,
you want to see my face and not the, you know,
random cops.
That's what people actually care about.
Hey, we got something.
♪ Your painted face take extra care ♪
♪ Careful not to breathe the air ♪
♪ A silver-tongued shadow ♪
♪ A vulgar infection ♪
♪ A silver-tongued creature ♪
♪ This self-deception ♪
Where are they going?
I don't know.
I didn't bury anyone over there.
They're all wrapped the same. They must be yours.
I swear to God, all my kills are back there.
These aren't mine.
I'm gonna have nightmares about that burial site.
Shouldn't I be more hardened by now?
I--I should, right?
No, your empathy is your best quality.
Really? Best quality?
Well, there are certain others.
Best discussed in a non-professional setting.
- Thanks for coming right over. - Yeah, of course.
- You saw the bodies? - Yes.
We didn't unwrap any of them
for fear of compromising DNA evidence.
They're all being sent to our morgue facility downtown.
Give us the room, guys.
Hey. Good to see you again.
Likewise.
Wish it was over a caffé americano,
but here we are.
Hi, nice to see you.
Uh, who wants to start?
I will.
As I told Garza,
it seems clear that we have a second serial killer at large.
Harrison Novak has been falling all over himself
to take credit for his kills,
but he seemed genuinely shocked when we uncovered those bodies.
You think he knows who the second killer is?
Maybe, but it feels unlikely.
I agree with Nyla.
Novak seemed totally thrown by the bodies
and worried that this killer would somehow overshadow him.
OK, so what's our first step?
Mine is a thorough examination of all the victims,
which will take days, if not weeks.
In the short-term, we need to try to figure out
a connection between the two killers.
Well, let's say Harper's intuition is right,
and Novak doesn't know the identity of the second killer.
I mean, it can't be a coincidence
that number two used the same green tarp to bury his victims.
He's clearly piggybacking off of Novak's burial site, right?
Which would indicate that killer number two
is trying to hide his crimes inside Novak's.
Which is the complete opposite of Harrison Novak,
a killer who's desperate for recognition.
How did number two know about the burial site?
I mean, they must have crossed paths somewhere, right?
Theoretically,
but without even the slightest hint of where to start looking,
we're talking about an infinitely large haystack
hiding a very small needle.
I hope I'm not interrupting,
but I might have a smaller haystack for you to search.
I dug through my notes from the Harrison Novak case file.
When we first met, he mentioned that he had spent some time
in a psychiatric facility.
That wasn't in this file.
Well, he was 15.
Voluntary admission, not criminal.
- Which facility? - Westview, out in Chatsworth.
We've been there before. Director's a pill.
We'll go talk to her.
Do you mind expediting a warrant?
She's not going to give us anything unless she has to.
Yeah, consider it done.
You do know not everyone suffering from mental illness
is a serial killer?
Of course, but we did just arrest one,
and he was treated at this facility 15 years ago.
So we're not just here because we heard
how personable the staff is.
Yeah, listen, we know that this is a sensitive subject,
but most serial killers suffer from some sort of psychosis
or antisocial personality disorder.
Nice. Which Psychology 101 book did you pull that from?
I'm about to put her in a different kind of hospital.
With all due respect,
we just pulled more than a dozen bodies out of a field.
And now we have a court order for your patient records.
Either you give us access to those records now
or later, after you've spent the weekend in jail.
Are you aware of people suffering from mental illness
are actually more likely to be victims of violent crime?
Yes, but that's not relevant at this moment.
So are you going to give us the list of patients and staff
who were here with Novak or not?
It'll take a while to assemble.
You have 12 hours.
And we don't do grace periods.
I really thought you were going to hurt her there
for a minute. - Me, too.
And you weren't exactly playing good cop either.
Whatever gets the job done.
What?
Same green tarp? You wanna go in?
As opposed to calling in 100 cops to do it for us?
No guts, no glory.
Control, this is Detective Lopez.
Harper and I are code six on a follow-up
at Westview Psychiatric Hospital.
Start up another unit in case we come across anything.
Copy that, Detective.
You ready?
Ready.
Ugh.
You OK?
Yeah, I'm just regretting my choice of footwear.
I can't believe they still have all this equipment.
You never know when lobotomies
will come back in style.
There's something written here.
Maybe from an old patient?
I feel like I've seen this movie before.
Yeah, but they didn't have guns.
Control, the situation is escalating.
Attach a few more units. Code three.
Copy that, Detective.
I am starting to regret more than just my shoe choice.
No guts, no glory, remember?
That's not fair, using my bravada against me.
Police!
Stop! Police!
Help me. He's coming back!
You have to get me out of here.
He's going to kill us.
Are there others? Does he have someone else?
I don't know. Please!
He needs medical attention now.
All right. Go get him to safety.
I got this guy.
Come on.
Oh, my legs.
My legs.
Nyla!
Here.
Are you OK?
No. He injected me with something.
I can't feel my legs.
OK, hang on.
There's an ambulance on the way.
This is Lopez.
Officer down, Westview basement.
Conscious and breathing, but injected with some type
of paralytic and can't move her legs.
We need those EMTs down here now.
Copy that, Detective. They're on the way.
It's going to be OK.
- How you doing? - Better.
Feeling is mostly back.
My best guess is short-term paralytic.
I'm just trying not to think too hard about
how dirty all the needles were down there.
Probably for the best.
Any sign of our suspect?
No. He clearly had an escape route.
Psych hospital just sent the list of patients and employees.
It's a lot of names. The FBI is digging in.
How's the guy we pulled out of there?
Remy Darden?
He's in rough shape.
Hopefully he's stable enough in the morning to talk to us.
And James will be here soon. - Mm.
I didn't tell him what really happened,
just that you suffered a minor injury on the job.
Thanks.
You wanna talk about how scary that was?
Nope.
You want a hug?
No.
Yes.
Nolan, my office.
♪ I have to tell you this ♪
Yes, sir.
I got a call from Detroit PD.
They pulled prints
from a liquor store robbery last night.
Were they Pete's? They were--
they were Pete's, weren't they?
Jason Wyler's.
Detroit, Michigan?
I ran the VICAP search.
There was another hit on Jason's prints
two days before outside of Provo.
Looks like Malvado's got him spooked.
He's been heading east,
getting as far away from LA as he can.
I'm a little surprised he picked survival over revenge,
but I'll--I'll take it.
I gave Detroit PD your info.
They'll call if they have anything more.
Thank you, sir.
Hold up. One more thing.
Uh, I've been overprotective,
and if Bailey divorces me, no one will blame her.
If I'm in your shoes, I'm just as crazed.
But you have to live your lives.
Yes, sir.
♪ Make you happier than ever ♪
♪ It's just around the corner ♪
Where do you think you're going?
Uh, home feels like the wrong answer, but I'm not sure why?
Sawed-off shotgun, dagger, nunchucks, AR-15--
which two violate the same penal code?
We doing this now?
You need to know the law cold
no matter how tired you are,
no matter how many other things are going on.
Right.
Sawed-off shotgun and dagger, violation of 12020,
possession of an illegal weapon.
What about nunchucks?
Formerly a violation of 12020,
but currently no violation at all.
They became legal in 2023.
Good.
You're dismissed.
Sergeant, I appreciate it.
How hard you are on me
and how dedicated you are to doing the job right.
And I swear I'm not kissing up.
Where I'm from,
a lot of cops don't have that same level of diligence.
Some are transplants who had failed from other departments.
They didn't care the way you do.
And I guess I didn't really understand
how much I had to learn.
So thank you.
Dismissed.
Yes, sir.
♪ It's just around the corner ♪
♪ Between lavender and heaven ♪
I know that logically, intellectually, even legally,
I'm not to blame for Novak's crimes,
but emotionally, I'm struggling.
Well, you're not a robot, Wes.
I mean, I would actually be more concerned
if you felt nothing after all this.
But on the bright side, at least you've forgotten
about the detective who has the hots for your wife, right?
Well, now I'm thinking about him.
Anyway--
What is this?
You're having a wake for Sean's political career
and didn't invite me?
I made a sound only a bat could hear.
I figured that would do the trick.
Oh!
It is so nice to see you retain your sense of humor
given the end of your campaign.
Huh.
I mean, who would elect a DA
who was so instrumental
in letting a serial killer go free?
OK, you and I both know
that what happened is far more complicated than that.
Of course.
But voters don't do complicated.
You should withdraw before you get embarrassed at the polls.
Mm-hmm.
Really nice to have you back.
Mm.
She's lovely.
Third down and three inside the 25-yard line...
Stay.
Hey.
Um, how much do you trust the LAPD background checks?
I'm sorry, why are you at my door asking me that?
Come on.
OK, so Seth told me that
his high school girlfriend died of an OD,
but then he told Miles that she died in a car accident.
I confronted him about it.
He covered it pretty well,
said that they were different girlfriends.
But I--that-- that seems pretty unlikely.
I just can't shake this feeling
that there's something off with him.
Look, our background checks are pretty invasive.
And he would have had to pass a polygraph test,
which we both know those are illuminating.
If he was hiding something, I think it would have come out.
Yeah, you're right.
But you're still not satisfied?
No, I--
I'm sorry. I--OK.
Oh.
Oh, my gosh.
Hey, Kojo.
You like a butt scratch?
I miss you.
Feeling's mutual.
Look, I know it's late,
and I don't have much in the way of food,
but I could order something.
Uh...
oh.
No.
No, I should, um--
I'm gonna go, and so have a good night.
- You, too. - Yeah.
OK. Yeah.
I'm happy to come back whenever you need me.
Thank you. I think, though, we're all set.
Thanks for the offer.
Mm, I'm happy you're back home.
Me, too. Thank you so much.
Yeah.
All righty. Bye, guys.
See you soon.
I am sorry.
I am sorry for treating you like a damsel in distress
when you are anything but.
You are strong, you are smart,
and you are more than capable of handling yourself.
Sometimes it's just
hard to figure out what help you need from me.
Well, I knew you were coming from a good place.
I just--
in the future, I recommend asking instead of telling.
Agreed. Let me try.
Would you care to spend some quality personal time with me
in our quality personal bed?
Perfect.
I'm just gonna get us a water, you know, for after.
Excellent. Hydrate.
Damn it.