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Previously on The Rookie...

Detectives Wolfe and Vestri,

this has the potential of being
a very dangerous operation.

Multiple gunmen, officers down.

Vestri?

You got the Tap.

You're gonna be
one kick-ass detective.

I'm not ready
to give up patrol yet.

He swooped in like a bat out of
hell and crashed into my car.

- You hit me...
- Woah! Woah!

Let's just start at the
beginning, starting with you.

I had engine trouble.

And if I wasn't such a good
pilot, I would've crashed

instead of making
a controlled emergency landing,

so I deserve a little more
gratitude than attitude.

Sir, can you
step over here, please?

- Those look like bullet holes.
- What?

No, those are, uh,
those are bird strikes.

Oh, let me guess, the elusive
brass-jacketed hollow point?

Is that why you had
engine trouble, sir?

Because someone
was shooting at you?

Why would anyone do that?

Control, 7-Adam-15,
check in with OCPD

and see if they have a 211 at
Orange County Savings and Loan.

7-Adam-15, be advised

the bank was robbed an hour ago.

Suspect escaped in a blue
helicopter.

- So, hands behind my head, then?
- Yep.

Hands behind your head.

One hundred shifts.

Listen, not a lot of rookies
make it to this point in their
probationary year.

It's a reason to celebrate.

But not too much.

For your first 100 shifts,
your training officers

have been there
to guide the way.

Not today.

Plain Clothes Day.

That's right,
Officer West. Very good.

I'm sorry,
what is Plain Clothes Day?

Your T.O.s will be out of
uniform,

riding with you in a strictly
observational capacity.

They will not advise, assist,
or help you in any way.

Every decision
will be yours to make.

Does this mean I finally get to
choose where we eat for lunch?

Yes, Officer Nolan.

For all intents and purposes,
today... you are alone.

And that should scare
the hell out of you.

This will be a true measure

of where you are
in the learning process.

And your performance today
could have a profound impact

on your career path
in this department.

- So, any questions?
- Uh, yes, sir.

What happens if we get
into real trouble?

Deal with it.

And if you can't,
your T.O. will step in.

But make no mistake.

If that happens,
you will be judged.

That's it.
Good luck out there.

Are you guys as excited
about this as I am?

We finally get
to call the shots.

- I know, right?
- Whoa, slow down.

You two realize that 20 percent
of probationary officers

that wash out of the program,

do it during Plain Clothes Day.

Don't tell us that!
Why would you tell us that?

Motivation.

They grow up
so fast, don't they?

Please, they're just as green
as they were yesterday.

What are you looking at, Boot?

I'm not even here.

Let's go get our gear.

My wash out number's three.
What about you?

Same. I bet Tim's is up in
double digits by now.

Damn straight.
I had 11 rookies bounced

from the program
during Plain Clothes Day.

Looking to make it
an even dozen today.

Do not listen.

They're just
trying to psych us out.

Already making a mistake.

If we're not here,
why get two kit bags?

We're supposed to have two bags,

just in case
they have to take action.

First mistake avoided.

So many left to make.

This is going to be
a very long day.

Hey. I didn't know
you were back.

Restricted duty.

I'm on my house mouse,
pushing papers,

catching calls, you know.

- It's good to see you.
- It's good to be seen.

What are you doing
wearing civvies?

Mm. Plain Clothes Day.

Right.

I remember mine.

I got in a fist fight
with a 300-pound woman.

- Who won?
- The orthopedic surgeon

who had to fix my shoulder,
that's who won.

I heard you put a pin
in that detective's exam.

What happened?

Realized I still had
a few things to accomplish
as a P3...

especially after
what happened to you...

and Vestri.

It was a nice funeral.

Yeah...

So, how long
before you're cleared
for regular duty?

I'm not rushing it.

No shame in taking a beat when
something like that happens.

None at all.

Bishop.

Thank you.

I wouldn't be here without you.

Any time.

- What are you doing?
- Filled out your evaluation.

But we haven't even left yet.

Yeah. I already know
how today's gonna go.

No, you don't.

You're just trying to
get in my head.

But it won't work.

- There you go.
- Thank you.

Don't open it until the end
of the shift.

Whatever you wrote in here,

I'm gonna prove you wrong.

I knew you'd say that.
It's in there.

Is it true Plain Clothes Day
determines the track
of our career?

Oh. That's right. I get it.
Sorry. You're not here.

It's not that
I'm worried or anything.

Just, I don't want to be stuck
with some lame assignment like
front desk.

You think front desk would be
a perfect fit for me, don't you?

Lots of people to talk to
about their problems.

No, thank you.

I did not join the force
to be a receptionist.

Matter of fact, I've spent
the last few months

figuring out exactly where
I want to be assigned:

robbery-homicide.

Ambitious, I know.

Making detective in five
years, that's unheard of,
and I'd be 50,

so that just means
I'm gonna have to
buck the odds.

Pedal to the metal.

And when I do it...

you're gonna eat your words.

Come on...

- We're the last ones out.
- I needed reading materials.

Okay, you should know,

I've been waiting for this day
my entire life.

- Wow, that's sad.
- Did you know that my dad had

- an epic Plain Clothes Day?
- I don't care.

Made four felony arrests,
wrote seven traffic violations,

and talked a woman off a ledge.

- So you see, I can't just...
- So, you're gonna break

your father's records like you
broke his Academy records

because you have daddy issues,

and the cat's in the cradle,
and all that crap.

I don't have daddy issues.

No.

Oh, this can't be happening.

Come on, come on.

First time you've let me drive.

- I'm not here, Boot.
- Right. Of course. Sorry.

Why would a guy from the power
company need a video camera?

That sick bastard.

He's filming her.

LAPD, stop!

Hands behind your back.

Easy. I didn't do anything!

Yeah, well,
your camera says otherwise.

Do you even work
at the power company?

- Lawyer.
- Yeah, you're gonna need one.

7-Adam-19, show us one
in custody, third and Arden.

Did you include this arrest
in your evaluation,
Officer Bradford?

Watch your head.
Get in.

7-Adam-15,
RP heard sounds of an assault

at 7944 Serrano Avenue.

Control, show me Code 6.

Stop, please.

Start me up another unit.
944 Serrano.

I'll pay you back!

You think
you're gonna rip off my stash,

and I'm just gonna take an IOU?

Hey! Police!
Let him go!

All right, watch him.

Facedown! Drop the pipe!

Hands behind your back.

Control, show me
with two in custody.

Where did he go?

- Who?
- My second suspect.

Oh, him? Well, he ran off.
Well, hobbled, really.

I told you to watch him.

I'm not here to watch suspects,
Officer Nolan, just you.

- So you let him get away?
- Of course not.

I would never leave a suspect
unattended, allowing ample time
for his escape.

But you did.

I can't believe you did this

just to have a teachable moment.

That's right, Officer Nolan.

Keep blaming me for your lack
of situational awareness.

I had to go after him.

Yes, but not before you secured

your first suspect
to something immobile.

Instead of dreaming about
becoming detective,

how about you try
and just get through today?

Yes, ma'am.

- Damn it, this guy
could be anywhere.
- Relax.

From the crunch
your suspect's knee made
when you whacked him,

I doubt he got very f...

Looks like you cracked
the case, Detective.

Just got off the phone
with dispatch.

My suspect, Todd Collins,
is on parole for a 261.

He's a tier three sex offender
and a 290, violent-habitual.

That's a pretty good
arrest, huh?

Okay.

Uh, let's see, I've got
my victim's statement,

seized my suspect's phone,
canvassed for witnesses...

Yep, we're good to go.

What?

- Didn't say anything.
- But you're giving me the look.

- What look?
- That look.

Am I missing something?
Wait, don't answer that.

- Wasn't going to.
- Good.

Because I made
a solid pinch here.

All right. Let's go.

This is ridiculous. Two hours
to change a dead battery.

I could've been
on my second arrest by now.

Look on the bright side.
I bet your dad
doesn't hold the record

for longest automotive delay.

Okay, West, good to go.

Oh, finally.
Back in business.

Lopez, I need your Boot
for a work detail.

- Sure thing.
- What? No.

Sir, it's...
it's my Plain Clothes Day.

Oh. I didn't know.

In that case, I need you
for a work detail.

Evidence from a homicide.
Catalog every single piece.

- Got it?
- Yes, sir.

- You got to get me
out of this, please?
- No, I don't.

The job's the job.
Nothing in the rules says

you have to spend
Plain Clothes Day
out on patrol.

Hey.

You think I'd look cute in this?

I bet you're wondering
what I am doing.

You're running all the plates
in the lot,

hoping to find one registered
to a felon with a warrant.

- Am I detecting a tone?
- No tone.

- What's wrong with
running plates?
- Nothing.

It's one way to do the job,

make it all about you,
beef up your felony arrests.

- Okay, definitely
detecting a tone.
- No, not at all.

I'm not even here.

If there's a call
from dispatch, I'll take it.

But all's quiet on
the western front,

so why not see
if there's a felon

I can get off the streets.
That's self-initiated policing.

And it's pretty effective.

Or you could patrol your beat,
engage the community

which deters crime from
happening in the first place.

That's proactive policing.

Less felony arrests on your
score card but far more
effective.

Well, it's a good thing
I'm making the decisions today.

I just got a hit
on that red Expedition.

Control, 7-Adam-15, send backup
for an ATL
on a Marcus Quincannon,

- felony arrest
for arms trafficking.
Copy that.

Inside. Yeah.

I know everything
you're gonna do, Boot.

Just like I knew you
wouldn't process
all your suspect's property.

What are you talking about?

I took everything
Todd Collins had.

Wallet, camera, phone, keys.

Mm-hmm.
So, tell me,

how did Peeping Todd
get to where you arrested him?

He drove. Like I said,
I have his car keys.

But not his car.

Most child sex offenders have
a network with other offenders.

They share videos
of their sick desires,
which leads to other victims.

Other suspects.

Where do you think they keep
this cornucopia of evidence?

- In their cars...
- That's right.

In case parole officers
search their houses.

His car is a treasure trove
of evidence.

Other crimes, more victims, DNA.

Evidence we may never have
obtained otherwise.

- And you just left it
in the street.
- W... Um...

He was fiddling with his phone
the entire time he was running.

"Cops got me. Get my van."

You recall seeing a van, Boot?

- There was that blue van.
- Mm.

That work van.
It was right there!

Control, we need a reverse
directory on a vehicle
registered to Todd Collins.

7-Adam-19,

subject owns
a blue '98 Econoline E-350 van

with California plates,
six-Paul-Charlie-Ida-
zero-niner-three.

It shows the vehicle
was impounded from
your location an hour ago.

What?

You had the van impounded?

Once it was clear
you overlooked that detail.

But then why
did we race over here?

So you could discover
your own mistake.

- That's what
today's all about, Boot.
- And it's just a bonus

- that you get to humiliate me?
- Don't blame me for the fact

that you let yourself get
rattled by one dubious look.

You make it out here
and find yourself riding solo,

these streets will test you in
ways you didn't think possible.

The only way to survive
is to control your environment

at all times.

You're pretty talkative
for a silent observer.

All right, boys, listen up.

The felon we are after
is one Marcus Quincannon.

Intel has led me to believe
he's currently in room 104.

Here, I've drawn a detailed
layout of the motel room.

- As you can see, there are...
- Four walls and a toilet.

Like every other motel room
in the world.

We really gotta take orders
from your Boot?

He's in charge today, Smitty.

Trust me. I've got this
all worked out.

I'm going in first.

Janssen, you're gonna be
covering C-side containment.

Smitty, you'll be breaching.

I'll come in straight.

I want you to come
swing around the open side.

If I call "trailer, trailer",
you come from C-side

to A-side
and trail in behind us.

Textbook dynamic entry.

-Okay, let's do it.
-All right. I'm green and go.
Smitty?

Yeah. Green and go.

- LAPD, open up.
- Go away!

Breach, breach.

Show me your hands!
-Oh, my God!
What are you doing?

- Bathroom clear.
- Room clear.

Where's Marcus Quincannon?

Who?

The owner of
the red Expedition outside.

The motel manager said
it belonged to the person
in this room.

Yeah. Me.

I bought it from some guy
on Craigslist,
like, three days ago.

I was just filling out
the DMV change of title.

She's telling the truth,
Officer Nolan.

Your gunrunner was never
even here.

Uh...

Uh, ma'am, I'm terribly sorry.
Obviously, there's been
a mistake.

Do you know

how long it took me
to get Liza down?

You woke her up.

You can put her back to bed.

Hello?

LAPD. Anyone home?

Hey, girl. It's okay.

Not exactly what I meant
by control your environment.

That dog barks all the time.

Ma'am, do you know
if the dog's owner is home?

- Mm-hm.
- Shut up!

Shut up, Missy!

Hey. Whoa.
There's no need for that.

Honey, she's my dog.

I can treat her
however the hell I want.

Sir, we've received a complaint
about your dog.

And I wonder who made it!

Emma, you called the damn cops?

Your dog's a menace.

It's... bark, bark, bark,
all day long.

It's a dog.
It's kind of their thing.

Uh, ma'am, just step aside.
I'll handle this.

Sir, you need to try to keep
your dog from barking.

No problem.

I'm good at making bitches
shut their mouths.

Have a nice day, sir.

Shut the hell up.

Hey, stop kicking dirt
at the dog, or else.

Or else what?

If I have to come back here,

or even get a whiff
that you're abusing this animal,

I will make you
my personal project.

Do you understand?

I'd say I controlled
that environment.

This is
a complete waste of time.

It's part of the job, Boot.

I did not become a police
officer to do clerical work.

Yeah, well, if you don't
then whoever murdered...

Richard Ochoa might get off
on a technicality at trial.

Yeah, I get all of that,
but I should be out
on the street.

We only have
one Plain Clothes Day.

The only thing certain
about this job is that
it's unpredictable.

You're not helping.

Hi, Officer?

Hi.
Do you have a moment?

A quick one, yes.
What is it?

So, this might be
a silly question,
but I was wondering

how hard is it for someone
to track your credit card
purchases?

- You mean like identity theft?
- No, not... not like that.

Like a regular person
but for a card that's in
another name.

Like, do the charges
post immediately or...

Tell you what,
on the bottom of that card

is the non-emergency number

for the Mid-Wilshire
Police Station.
You give them a call.

They'll have time
to answer all your questions.

- Who should I ask for?
- Front desk,

which is where
I'm gonna wind up
if I don't get moving.

You have a nice day.

So, good news,
I taught the mother
a swaddling method.

Baby Liza is sleeping soundly.

I'm glad something positive
came out of your time here.

Well, hang on.
I wouldn't call
what happened here today

a total failure.
You told us we can't
predict outcome,

only do our best to control it.

I developed a strong,
credible lead,

and I commanded
a flawless dynamic entry.

Where you terrorized a mother
and her newborn child.

Now, if she was terrorized,

would she have given me
the address in Simi Valley

where she purchased the car?

Simi Valley PD
is sending a unit
to arrest our gunrunner.

They told me
they'd give me a call
as soon as he's in custody.

Lunch?

Sir. Dispatch says
you wanted to see us.

Yeah, shut the door.

You know, I remember
my Plain Clothes Day.

It was a long time ago,
but I remember it.

Desperate to make an impression.
My T.O. watching me like a hawk.

But the pressure got to me,

and I made all kinds
of mistakes.

Stupid ones, too.

And completely out of character.

Which is why, Officer Chen,

I sympathize
with your situation.

Sir?

We got a rude conduct complaint

against you from...

a Rodney Acker.

He said
you verbally threatened him

to get his dog in line, or else.

Any way
to cool this guy off, sir?

I tried, but he's pretty dug in.

He wants to make it formal,

so Internal Affairs
has been notified.

Captain Andersen is in meetings
all day,

but she wants to talk to you
at the end of shift.

Sir, what kind
of disciplinary action

am I looking at?

- Don't get ahead of yourself.
- She should know.

Threatening a civilian
is a serious offense
for any officer,

but to do it
as a probationary employee?

Even a minor infraction
can have a serious impact.

- How serious?
- Worst case scenario,

you'll be my 12th rookie
to wash out

on Plain Clothes Day.

Lucy, they are not
gonna kick you out

- of the program over this.
- I don't know.

I mean, you should have seen
Sergeant Grey's face.

It was utter disappointment.

He gives me that look every day,
I'm still here.

If Chen threatened the guy,
why didn't you step in
and sort it out?

It's Plain Clothes Day.
That'd be cheating.

You know I'm a man
of principles.

Yeah, but they could
terminate her.

Come on,
I'm not gonna let that happen.

Thought you were a man
of principles?

And contradictions.

You think he's back too soon?

No such thing as too soon.

Tim, drop the macho act.
The guy lost his partner
in the line.

Some cops never recover
from that.

I'll be back.

- Is this seat taken?
- Hey. No.

Sit down.

How's Plain Clothes Day going?

So far, so good.

- How are you doing?
- So far, so good.

- You're not buying that.
- Nope.

We're trained to be vigilant,
you know?

Cop eyes
always scanning for trouble.

But we never saw it coming.

One second
we're riding the elevator,
the next we're shot to hell.

There's nothing
you could've done differently.

We should grab a drink sometime.

Are you asking me out on a date?

No. No. No!

That's not what I meant.

I would never date you.
I mean, I would date you

- but you know what I mean.
- Right.

Uh, so I'm gonna
get back to work.

Sure. Uh, thanks
for checking on me.

Uh-huh.

All right,
enough of this pity party.

This morning was a disaster,

which means
the rest of this day
can only get better.

- Did I just jinx us?
- Little bit, yes.

Listen, Lucy,
a cop as good as you,

they're not gonna let you
go down over this.

You know what really
pisses me off?

It's not that I might
lose my job.

It's that dog.

She's just stuck
with that monster.

I know.

Anyway, see you.

Detective Wolfe.

- Nice to see you back.
- Yeah, yeah, thanks.

You're Talia's Boot, right?

Yeah.

How's your Plain Clothes Day
going?

I won one, and I lost one.

How'd you like
to win another one?

You know what,
losing half the day

presents an interesting
challenge.

- I'm not following.
- What if I can match
my father's record

in half the time?

Come on, Lopez, let's roll.

You did not just say that.

You two on
the Richard Ochoa murder?

No, he's just cataloged
some evidence.

Well, the widow of the victim
is at the front desk,

and she wants to talk
to someone.

- Ask Wolfe.
- I can't find him.

But I found you.
So take care of it,
all right?

Oh, my gosh.

You're moving
with purpose.
I got a hot lead.

Let me guess,
a methadone clinic
to look for drug addicts.

A little hotter than that.

This is a warrant
for a 211 suspect.
How'd you get this?

Detective Wolfe gave it to me.

Detectives hip pocket
these type of warrants.

They don't give them away.

He said he had to make amends.

What did he do?

7-Adam-15,
suspicious circumstance
at Pico Arms Motel.

Pico Arms.
That's your favorite motel.

Control, is there
a room number on that?

103.

The mother and baby were in 104.

7-Adam-15,
are you accepting the call?

We've got a felony warrant
to serve.

We take that over this, right?

Your call.
I'm not here.

Control, show me attached
to the Pico Arms Motel.

Copy that.

Mrs. Ochoa?

I'm sorry,
but the detective
covering your husband's case

isn't available.

I can have him call you.

Can't you help me?

With what, Ma'am?

I'm forgetting him.

Ma'am?

My husband, Richard,

he was murdered in our bedroom
by home invaders.

I was out of town.

The detectives came
and took everything.
His Bible, jewelry, clothes.

They left me nothing.

That's procedure, ma'am.

Everything inside of the room
is evidence.

It's not just evidence.

They're memories.

And that's all I have left
of him now.

I beg of you.

Give them back to me.

I'm... I'm sorry, Mrs. Ochoa.

Your husband's property
must be held until after
the trial.

There's nothing I can do.

- That was awful.
- Yeah.

Making a few arrests
ought to cheer you up, right?

Let's go.

Is there a problem, Boot?

I'm making the decisions today.

Okay.

So, what do you have in mind?

When housekeeping came
to service the room,
they found this.

Control, notify the sergeant,
Missing Persons
on a possible 207.

- Copy that.
- Why are you calling in Sergeant Grey?

I met that woman.

She's the one
who asked me for help.

She was asking about
tracking credit cards
or something.

I'm not sure.
It was a very quick
conversation.

The victim's name
is Lynn McDaniels.

She lives in Van Nuys
with her husband, Chris.

A trucker
with a serious history
of domestic violence.

There's a BOLO out for him now.

Detectives are reaching out
to friends and family.

You should probably get back
on the street.

Sergeant, if it's all the same,
I'd like to stay attached
to this.

I know,

but standing here,
crossing fingers,
helps no one.

When I hear something,
you'll hear something.

This man filed a complaint
against me.

We shouldn't be back here.

You're right.
You shouldn't be here. I'm fine.

Aren't I supposed to be
making all the decisions
today?

You are,

and right now,
you decided to let me
save your job.

Sir, it means a lot
that you care about my future
as an officer,

- but this is...
- Relax, Boot.

I simply believe
that if you're gonna get fired,

it'll be because of me,

not some asshat's rude conduct
complaint.

Stay here.

LAPD.

- What do you want?
- Here's the thing, Mr. Acker.

Officer Chen got a little
overzealous.

You call it overzealous?

I call it a threat
under the color of authority.

We'll see what a jury decides.

Hey, look, you're upset.
That's understandable.

So, perhaps
we can work this out.

Go on, keep talking.

Look, if there's anything
I can do for you,
anything you might need

a police officer's assistance
with,

- you just let me...
- Hello?

Watch commander, please.

- Why are you calling my boss?
- Because I'm gonna make

a harassment complaint
against you, too, pal.

Have a good night, sir.

I will.

You, I'm not so sure!

- How'd it go?
- Drive.

Uh, hold on.

Is that blood?

Could be blood.
Could be something else.

But it could be blood.
Which gives me PC.

- I could search that garage.
- All right, look,
if you're wrong,

he'll claim you're retaliating
against him.

You'll definitely be fired,
and he'll just add another zero

to his settlement check
with the city.

Smart move here is to walk away.

So, what's it gonna be, Boot?

It's your call.

Hey, what's going on in there?

No, don't open that!

It was an accident.
She... She got in my face.

- She just wouldn't shut up!
- You're under arrest.

Hey! Get on the ground.
Get on the ground!

- All right.
- Hands behind your back.

You're under arrest.

- Shut up, Missy!
- That's a good dog.

7-Adam-15, possible GPS hit
on motel suspect's cellphone.

Alley adjacent
to 7419 Hayworth Avenue.

Control, show me Code 6.

Clear.

Nolan.

Okay, I know you're not here,
and I'm supposed to wait
for backup.

Screw that. Let's go.

You like that?

Shut up!

Chris please, don't.

Police! Drop it!

You good?

Please.

Stay back!

Don't do that again.

7-Adam-15, shots fired.
Requesting backup. Code 3.

Lynn, you're gonna be okay.

No, she's not.

Just wait outside.

Me and the missus
got some things to sort out.

Then I'll turn myself in.

We wait, he kills her.

If we expose ourselves,
he'll shoot us.

- Can you drive a rig?
- That's a bad idea.

Then I'm going now.
He shoots me, you shoot him.

Channel nine.

Please.

Hey, Chris,
how about we talk?
You and me.

- What's there to talk about?
- You letting your wife go.

No.

- In position. Standing by.
- She promised forever,
then left.

Chris, I know how you feel, man.

I was married, too.
Twenty years.

One day I come home,
there's a note on the table,

tells me it's over.

It hurts.

Don't patronize me.

You don't know me.

What she's done to me.

- You've never been in my shoes.
- You're right.

- Start the countdown.
- Three.

You're right.
I haven't been in your shoes,
Chris.

My marriage ended
because we drifted apart.

- Two.
- Your marriage failed

because you're a lowlife

- domestic abuser.
- One. Brace.

Get off of me!

Oh, God. I thought this was it.

I thought he was finally
gonna kill me.

It's okay. You're safe now.

Okay. Come on. I got you.
I got you. Okay.

Control, one in custody.

Send an RA unit.
Show us Code Four.

Thanks for coming back in.

While cataloging
your husband's effects,

I, um, discovered one item
not in the actual crime scene.

It was in the hallway,
so you can have it back.

What is it?

Unfortunately, it's just
a broken watch.

It's not broken.

Just cheap.

See?

When we got married,
we were broke.

I scraped together a few dollars
and bought Richard this

for our first anniversary.

He wore it every day.

Later, in better times,
I bought new watches,

expensive watches, but no.

He only wore this.

Officer...

thank you
for getting it back to me.

Shift's over, Boot.

No arrests.
Not even a parking ticket.

What's your daddy gonna think?

Honestly, I don't care.

Oh, really?

Yeah. Today was a good day.

End of shift, Boot.

Don't you want to open
your evaluation?

Why? Captain is probably
gonna fire me.

So, what does it
even matter now?

Just do it.

"Officer Chen second-guessed
every decision she made."

The whole point of me doing that
was to get under your skin.

- Clearly you did, sir.
- Yeah, until the end.

Because when it really counted,
you didn't hesitate.

You put it all on the line,
and you made the right call.

Which really pisses me off,

because now I got
to rewrite the damn thing.

Tim, what's gonna happen to me?

Officer Chen, step inside.

You told Mr. Acker,
and I quote,

"I will make you
my personal project."

Nice. Kind of retro.
Very 1990s Rampart scandal.

- I'm sorry, ma'am...
- In today's LAPD,

especially in my house
we don't threaten people.

- Not even the murderers.
- Yes, Ma'am.

Those words do not reflect
the officer I am
or the one I wish to be.

Fine.

You may go.

Ma'am?

So, I'm still in the program?

Internal Affairs reached out.
They wanted my take
on this complaint.

I'll recommend that they close
it out based on
the circumstances.

- Thank you, ma'am...
- Don't.

Because if you ever
let this job down again,

I will not hesitate to put you
on a career path

far away from the LAPD.

Do you understand?

Dismissed.

Officer Bradford!

Your turn.

Yeah, three more, thank you.
Perfect.

Can I get two drafts, Mickey?

- You got it, Talia.
- Thanks.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- Hell of a day.
- Yes.

And I really should've stopped
and talked to that woman

instead of brushing her off
with a business card.

I was just so focused on
being seen as a man of action

rather than some cop
halfway out to pasture.

- You want my advice?
- Please.

Stop trying to be like the other
rookies, 'cause you're not.

Jackson is 20 years from
having his first colonoscopy,

and Lucy has never even owned
a pet, let alone raised a kid.

You're a grown man,
fully formed.

So, stop treating it
like it's a liability

and treat it like what it is.
A strength.

Sure, you can be annoying,
and you talk way too damn much.

But you also listen.

To people's troubles,
to their complaints.

And that type of empathy
can't be taught.

Only earned.

So, if you really wanna
make detective,

the only way to do it
is to be you.

So, what you're saying is,

I've got a shot
at being detective.

- Goodnight, Officer Nolan.
- Goodnight, Officer Bishop.

Order's up.

- Hey.
- Hey.

I messed up at lunch.

- Sure did.
- Yeah.

You were just being kind,
and I hit on you,
and I apologize.

It's just...

You were there when Vestri died.
The guy had
three bullets in him,

and all he cared about
was helping you
drag my ass to cover.

Meanwhile I'll never know if the
stress of him doing that

is what pushed
that bullet the last
quarter inch into his heart.

He did that
because you were in trouble,
and he was your partner.

And it's only natural for you
to need to connect with someone

who shared a tragedy like that.

So you forgive me?

I mean, I don't blame you
for being attracted to me.

Okay. So it's like that?

If you ever need to talk,
I'm here.

No strings attached.

- Look at you.
Saving my ass one more time.
Order's up.

What can I say? I'm a giver.

Sucks you didn't get a crack
at your father's record.

Well, it doesn't matter.

Yeah, breaking records
and making the most arrests,

not why I became a cop.

You?

-Me?
I'm in it for the wool pants.
-Okay.

Now it is time for our "to me"
toast.

To me, no longer being crushed
by my father's shadow.

To me, not having to apply
to be a mall cop in the morning.

To me...

Honestly, guys, I got nothing.
Unlike you, I had a perfect day.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

All right, look, excuse me,
I got something I gotta do.

Before I leave,
Officer Bradford, I just wanted
to give you this.

It's my evaluation of you.

That's not how it works, Boot.

Yeah, well, if you
don't wanna read it, don't.

You gonna open it?

Hey, get your stuff together.
We got to go.

-We got to go.
Let's go, let's go.
-What?

Come on.

- What is it?
- Their bar tab.

That little...