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Previously on "The Rookie"... Rosalind: People are gonna die, and you can't save them.

I ate their pain like a five-star meal.

♪

Do you want to come in?

I didn't know that you were gonna be here.

Tim and I were ju... No.

Have you decided what you're gonna do

with your Golden Ticket?

So next week, you're off to F.T.O. school.

You will officially be a Field Training Officer.

Detective Misha Porter. I'm here to recruit you.

When do classes start? Next Monday.

♪ Whoo

[Funk music plays]

♪ Whoo

♪

♪ Whoo

♪

[Siren wails]

♪

[Tires screeching]

♪ Glitter on the ceiling, gold under our shoes ♪

♪ Yeah, we gonna make you feel it ♪

♪ We gonna make you move

♪ Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh-ahh-ahh, ahh ♪

♪ I'm in a mood, yeah

♪ Ahh, ahh, ahh...

[Music stops]

Hi. Is there a problem, Officer?

Hi. Um... where's the driver?

It's a driverless car, obviously.

My dad designs them.

He was busy, so he told it to take me.

Okay. Well, he... um, just ran a stop sign.

The camera must not have seen it.

Right. But I'm gonna have to write you a ticket.

Why? I wasn't driving.

Yeah, not... not you, but, um...

♪ Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh * Um...

♪ I'm gonna win for you like I know you want me to do ♪

Both: Surprise! [Chuckles]

Oh!

You're home from undercover school, so, you know, mm.

I love it.

[Chuckles] Well, mm...

I'm gonna be late for class,

but I want to hear all about it tonight.

Okay, great.

Oh, wait. You're...

[Door closes] But... Yep.

[Snorts] Oh, God.

[Keys rattle]

Mm. [Chuckles]

Ah.

Hi.

I'm so happy you're home.

How are you?

[Chuckles] Great. Mm?

Uh, typing still a bit of a challenge.

And forget about opening a jar.

It hasn't been too much for you, being back at work?

Are you kidding?

I was going out of my mind sitting on the couch all day.

There's something else that's been helping me more.

[Exhales sharply]

An online group that's hunting Rosalind.

They contacted me a few weeks ago.

They call themselves "Dye-Hards."

Hmm. Let me guess. "D-Y-E" as in Rosalind "Dyer"?

Exactly. Mm-hmm.

At first I thought they were a bunch of kooks

who just wanted to hear about the attack.

But, you know, th-their research is actually really impressive.

Uh, what kind of research? What...

They... They scour message boards,

subreddits, and social media posts for tips,

then compile the most credible ones in an encrypted PDF

they call "The Mother Doc."

And they...

Well, I was hoping you might take a look.

Chris, I'm a patrol officer.

I-I... Um, I'm not a part of the investigation.

But you're still a cop.

Look, I wouldn't ask,

but the task force has been blowing me off.

You are still recovering.

You know, and it's... it's not healthy

to be immersed in hunting Rosalind all day long.

Just take a look.

If you think it's worth passing on, great.

If not, totally fine.

Fine. I will look at "The Mother Doc."

[Chuckles] Thanks.

Sgt. Grey: Your first day as a Training Officer.

How does it feel?

Well, considering six weeks ago,

I thought I'd have to wait another... two years,

pretty fantastic.

What you got there?

Nothing. Just a couple things I didn't want to forget.

Let me see, let me see.

"How to set up a shop"? "Processing a prisoner"?

Nolan, I sincerely hope after two years in the department

and a month at the F.T.O. Training Academy,

you don't need a crib sheet.

No, sir. No, I just...

I-I've been working towards this so long,

I just didn't want to mess anything up.

Oh, but you will.

This is your first time training a rookie officer from jump,

making you a rookie yourself.

Which I'm sure you're not gonna haze me about at all.

You're gonna stumble.

But you're a good cop and you know how to do the job.

Thank you, sir. I needed that.

Good, 'cause you're not getting this back.

Now, let's go meet your rookie, boot.

[Chuckles]

So, alright, first things first...

So, I'd like to congratulate Officer Lucy Chen

for successfully completing

the D.E.A. Covert Operations Training Academy,

which is no small feat. [Applause]

♪

Good to have you back, Officer Chen.

Happy to be back, sir.

Also, I have the privilege to introduce

Mid-Wilshire's newest Training Officer, John Nolan.

[Applause] Hey, hey, hey.

♪

Good work.

And since Harper has decided to abandon patrol

for a cushy desk job with the detectives,

today Nolan will take on the responsibility

of training his first rookie.

Officer, stand up,

state your name and badge number.

I'm Celina Juarez, badge number 53397.

Officer Juarez,

you have earned the right to be in this room,

but you must prove yourself to stay.

The way we do things matters.

Protocol and tradition are the metal

from which every cop in this city is forged.

You have anything to add?

I see you got top marks at the Academy.

Good for you.

None of that matters when you hit the street,

so assume you know nothing,

and you'll never be wrong.

Got it? Yes, sir.

That's it. Be safe out there.

Hi, I'm Celina...

your new rookie who, uh, apparently knows nothing.

Oh, I wouldn't say "nothing."

Dean's List, D3 soccer,

graduate classes in criminal justice...

pretty impressive. Thank you.

But I'm aware that academia and street smarts

are two different things.

I like to think simple common sense trumps them both.

But if you have any questions, you can always come and ask me.

Yep, and me. Hi. I'm Lucy Chen.

Nice to meet you, ma'am.

May I? Please.

Sergeant Bradford's right.

The most important thing is to never pretend

that you know something you don't.

Pretending is what gets you killed out there.

You're very lucky to have Officer Nolan as your T.O.

He's a great listener.

And if you ever want to talk to another woman

who was in your shoes not that long ago, um, I'm here.

Thank you. That means a lot.

Yeah, of course.

You guys have a great first shift.

Thank you, Officer Chen.

Are you ready to get started?

Yes, sir.

Congrats on making P2. Thank you.

I heard you're doing a great job

riding with Tim as his Sergeant's Aide.

Thanks, but look, I'm ready to step aside

now that you're back, s...

Wait, Tim said I'm doing a great job?

Uh, no. Sorry. Oh.

I-I made that last part up.

But, you know, he hasn't replaced you yet,

so he's happy.

You should, um, stick with him.

Really? You sure?

Yeah. I mean, I could... [Cellphone chimes]

...use some quiet time riding solo,

thinking about next steps in my career.

You haven't heard a word I've said.

No, sorry. Uh, yeah, I got something I got to take care of.

Excuse me.

Good talk.

Good morning.

Thank God you're back.

But first things first...

I need to see photos of Leah ASAP.

[Cellphone clicks] Look.

Oh, my God. She's gorgeous.

It must have been hard to leave her this morning.

Yeah, it was.

You ready to think about crime again?

Yes. What can I help with?

[Sighs] Let's see.

Jill Baskin. Missing now for three days.

Uh, any suspects?

The roommate says Jill's ex-boyfriend had a nasty temper,

but I haven't been able to find enough for a warrant.

I'd love fresh eyes.

Tyler Harvin.

Alright, I will jump on it.

Thanks.

This is your shop. Do not call it a car,

a cruiser, or a black and white.

It is where you work.

Anytime you leave the shop,

your body camera needs to be on.

[Body cam clicks]

Perfect.

First, check the exterior of the shop for any damage.

You are looking for dents, dings, scratches.

We're gonna check the back seat

for anything a suspect might have left behind...

money, weapons...

drugs.

Was someone smoking weed in here?

I think that was me.

Excuse me?

No, it's not marijuana. I-I saged the shop.

You... That's unconventional.

I'm sorry. I-I didn't think you'd notice.

It's just that it's my first day,

and I figured I could use all the help I could get, right?

Sure. Next time, just check with me first.

Okay. Now, where was I? It was...

My Rook Book says you check the trunk for equipment.

The trunk.

We're gonna need police tape. We're gonna need road flares.

Load up.

♪

[Cellphone ringing]

[Cellphone clicks]

Hey, you're back. How was U.C. school?

Challenging.

How's life working for the enemy?

Not as weird as I thought it would be.

It's actually pretty interesting

seeing things from the other side.

That's great. Um, how is Chris doing?

Yeah, he seems fine.

You know, they're starting him off slow,

nothing too intense. Why?

Has he talked to you about this online community

he joined that's hunting Rosalind?

No, but I could see why that would worry you.

Want me to keep an eye on him?

Yeah, I really do.

Yeah, no problem.

But, Lucy, just give him time.

We've both been where he is.

He'll get through it.

[Police radio chatter]

What's the name of the store we just passed?

Huh? Uh, it was, uh...

You have no idea because your face has been on your phone

for the past 10 minutes. Put it away.

Sorry, sir. It's just, um... [Exhales sharply]

There's something going on that I don't know how to handle.

You know the deal.

This is a personal-life free zone.

Yes, sir. But, uh,

this is something that could, like, derail my career.

[Sighs]

Alright. What is it?

I'm being blackmailed.

Yeah, so, I, um...

I sent this photo to this girl on a dating app,

you know, just shirtless, nothing X-rated.

A thirst trap, you know?

I wish I didn't.

Turns out it was some dude, and I was catfished.

And now he's blackmailing me.

With what? You said the photo didn't show anything.

Right. The... The original one didn't.

But then he Photoshopped it.

Whoa. Yeah.

What does he want?

He didn't say.

He just told me to wait for further instructions.

Well, I mean, it could be worse.

At least he was generous.

[Police radio chatter]

Control, 7-L-19, I have a 10-34 at The Nautilus

near the corner of Virgil and West Fourth.

I'm going 9-5-4 to look for squatters.

♪

[Sighs]

Control, 7-L-19, I'm code 4.

There's no one here but me and some spiders.

♪

[Bang]

Uh...

Hey!

Control, 7-L-19, I need backup to my last...

[Static]

Damn it!

Hey!

Can anyone hear me? [Banging on door]

[Cellphone clicks]

[Groans]

It's not funny.

Celina: Thanks for letting me drive.

You know, at the Academy,

they said it would be six months before I got the chance.

[Breathes deeply]

Sorry. The... The smell will pass soon.

No, it's alright.

I, uh... I know plenty of cops who wear

a St. Christopher's medal... uh, protection.

Mm. Police are a superstitious bunch.

What about you?

Do you believe in that kind of thing or...?

Superstitions? Mm-hmm.

No, no. Not really.

In high school, I, uh, didn't wash my hockey jersey for a year

because of a winning streak.

Oh, see, that's gross.

[Police radio chatter]

[Siren wails]

I didn't see this vehicle commit a violation.

Why are we pulling them over?

Something's wrong with it.

We're gonna have to be a little more specific.

Officer Juarez, protocol is we call it in first.

[Police radio chatter]

Was I going too fast, Officer?

No, ma'am.

Ask for I.D.

Ma'am, I'd like to take a look in your trunk.

Guess that's alright.

[Sighs] [Trunk opens]

Uh, ma'am, that won't be necessary.

Officer Juarez, come speak with me.

What's the probable cause?

There's something dark coming from that trunk.

Dark? Like an aura.

Officer Juarez, we do not pull over vehicles

because they give us the heebie-jeebies.

And we certainly do not search trunks without probable cause.

That is a form of profiling, and I won't have it.

But she consented, so I... I don't care.

She's an elderly woman

who is clearly intimidated by police officers.

You're taking advantage of that fear.

Just look.

No. I'm...

♪

That's blood.

I knew it.

♪

[Police radio chatter]

Alright, ma'am. Thank you.

How is she?

Upset.

I tried to dust her off.

She still wants to file a formal complaint.

Look, I've never had to say this to a rookie before,

but you cannot pull someone over for having a dark aura...

or any kind of aura.

Nolan, how could you let your boot make a stop like that?

I'm sorry, sir. The situation got away from me.

Okay, but what about the blood in the trunk?

She says she has a grandson that sometimes borrows the car.

He... Maybe he spilled something.

Look, we'll collect a sample.

We'll test to see if it's human.

If it is, then we really have a problem.

Okay, but won't that mean I was right?

The crime was committed, so...

Yes, probably.

But since the evidence was found during an illegal stop,

it's inadmissible in court.

It's the fruit of a poisonous tree.

Nolan, think you can handle taking this back to the station?

Sir.

You ever do anything like that again,

not only will you be disciplined,

you'll be out of the LAPD.

You got it? Yes, sir.

Now go apologize to that woman and tell her she's free to go.

[Cellphone chimes]

Well, my catfish just messaged me.

Said he wants a PS5, or he's gonna release the photo.

That's it?

I mean, they are really hard to find.

Okay. Where's the drop?

Looks like his apartment.

So he's a dumbass. Great.

Alright, we'll pick one up on the way.

Oh, uh...

I thought you weren't supposed to negotiate with terrorists.

Well, he's not a terrorist. He's an idiot.

But if we arrest him, that photo becomes evidence.

Everyone at the station sees it.

♪

Good thing I got a gamer connect in K-Town.

Of course you do.

Lucy: Control, 7-L-19. Do you copy?

[Static]

Oh!

It's gonna be fine. This is fine.

They will do a welfare check when I don't report in,

and this is fine.

Until then, I will read,

because there is nothing else to do.

Wesley: Morning.

Hey. Need help again with the copier?

No, no.

I've made peace with the fact that it's possessed.

I was just dropping by to see how you're doing.

You talked to Lucy.

Yeah.

I think the Dye-Hards thing has spun her out.

Yeah.

That's why I didn't tell her about it while she was away.

Yeah, I wish she'd just believe me that I'm fine.

You probably don't know this about me,

but I was stabbed a few years ago at the courthouse.

What? No, uh, I didn't. That's awful.

I'm telling you this so that you know

that I've been where you are.

All I wanted was for people to stop seeing me as a victim.

Exactly.

My friends on the message board, they don't treat me like that.

They see me as someone with valuable insight into Rosalind.

And that must feel great.

It's like you're back in control of your own narrative again.

But simply saying you're okay doesn't make it so.

Just consider it.

I will.

Hey, if you're looking for a community that understands

what you've been through, you got Lucy and me.

Thanks. I appreciate that.

Okay, man.

Sgt. Grey: So why the hell was your rookie driving in the first place?

That's how I was taught.

It's not standard practice.

Once you've been a T.O. for a few years,

then you can get creative with the guidelines.

On your first day, stick to the damn script.

Yes, sir.

Where's Juarez now?

Writing up the report.

I want you to triple check it.

All the paperwork surrounding this needs to be immaculate,

so make sure she specifies that she was unable

to articulate the reason for the stop.

Yes, sir. I'll also be writing up a blue page on her.

In it, you need to detail how, as Juarez's T.O.,

how you plan to correct her moving forward.

It may have been her mistake,

but as her supervisor, she's your responsibility.

♪

[Chuckles]

That can't be true. Can it? I...

♪

Now, this user is making sense... TruthHunter184.

"Don't give Rosalind the satisfaction.

She eats her victim's pain like a five-star meal."

♪

"Like a five-star meal."

Rosalind said that to Nolan.

Hey!

Hey! Can anybody hear me?!

[Grunts]

Yo, I got what you asked for.

Pavi: Drop it and leave.

[Muffled television chatter]

[Lock clicks]

[Door opens]

Hello.

Sergeant Bradford, LAPD.

Hi, uh, O-Officers. What's up?

You're blackmailing me.

Do you have any idea how serious of a crime this is?

I could charge you with a felony.

Hold on, 'kay? I-I wasn't really gonna release the... the photo.

I-I just... just wanted the PS5.

My mom won't get me one.

Pavi's Mom: Pavi, are you talking to me?

No, Mom. God! Just stay out of it.

[Breathes shakily]

Oh, I think we should get Mom out here.

No, whoa. That's not necessary. No.

Then delete the photo. Now.

Okay. Alright. Yeah.

Deleting the photo. Okay. See? It's gone.

And get rid of the dating profile, too, okay?

It's messed up, catfishing people.

Yeah, done.

Bad behavior does not get a reward.

You do anything like that again, I'll make sure your phone

and laptop are collected as evidence.

You got it?

You suck. [Scoffs]

Sweet kid.

So, what's up? We taking this back or...

Hell no. Taking this home.

You know how hard it is to find one of these?

[Telephone rings]

Harper.

Are you sure?

What?

Jill's blood was swabbed

from the trunk of a car during a traffic stop.

Whose car?

Wait. They what?

Do you know how dead to me you are?

The blood that you found in the car belongs to a woman

who has been missing for three days.

It is our only lead.

And... And now I hear that it's a bad stop?

I know. I'm sorry.

It was my fault. I'm...

His rookie. Which means that you are his responsibility.

Nolan, I trained you better than this.

And now you are both making me look bad.

Lopez: I just got off the phone with T.I.D.

When they went to impound the car,

they took a preliminary look and said the blood appears to be

only 10 to 12 hours old.

Jill could still be alive.

Oh, then we gotta move quickly.

Not so fast.

I take it you're Officer Juarez?

Yes, sir.

Wesley Evers from the D.A.'s office.

Since the blood evidence you found is inadmissible,

the LAPD will have to figure out another way

to implicate your suspect in this crime.

So we do have a suspect?

Our missing person's ex-boyfriend, Tyler Harvin.

The car belongs to his grandmother.

She confirmed that he has regular access to it.

So to nail this guy in court, I need something concrete

tying him to Jill's disappearance.

Without P.C., Carradine won't authorize

a surveillance detail on Harvin.

But he did agree to let me and Lopez

run foot surveillance ourselves.

If we can catch Tyler engaging in suspicious activity,

Carradine said he'd approve a full team.

You're gonna try and run foot surveillance with two officers?

No, four. You and your rookie are gonna start

digging your way out of my doghouse by helping.

Remember, Harvin has a history of violence.

Don't underestimate him.

I've got Harvin heading north down Lake.

Black pants, blue ball cap, light-blue shirt.

Nolan: Roger that. Standing by.

Alright. I need you to focus on what I'm about to say.

Everything you learned at the Academy

goes out the window the moment the adrenaline hits.

You have to keep thinking,

remain aware of your surroundings at all times,

and avoid any physical contact

unless someone's life has been threatened.

Yes, sir.

Harper: I've got him.

♪

I'll pick you up in the alley.

♪

Continuing west on Eleventh.

♪

He just turned onto Grandview. He's heading north.

That's us.

♪

[The Wrecks' "Get 'Em Ready" plays]

♪

[Horn honks, tires screech]

He's running!

Which way?

Nolan: North on Grandview, west side of the street.

♪ Ah, ah-ah, ah, ah-ah, ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah, ah ♪

♪ Ah, ah-ah, ah, ah-ah

♪ Get 'em ready, get 'em ready, come on ♪

♪ Get 'em ready, get 'em ready

♪ Are you ready? Come on

Hey!

[Horn blares]

♪ Are you ready? Come on

♪ Ah, ah-ah, ah, ah-ah, ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah, ah * * Hey, hey, hey, hey

Aaron: I can't believe my career was almost ruined by a kid

whose mom still does his laundry.

[Police radio chatter]

When was the last time you heard Chen on the radio?

I can't remember. It was like an hour ago, maybe two.

♪

Dispatch, this is 7-Adam-100.

Can you perform a security check on Officer Chen?

Dispatch: Hold on, 7-Adam-100.

She's not responding.

When was last contact?

According to the logs, it was over two hours ago.

Alright, that's a problem we're gonna talk about later.

Right now, give me her last known address.

Chen?

Chen!

Lucy: Yeah. [Banging on door]

Yeah, I'm in here.

[Door rattles]

Hang on. The door is stuck.

Yeah, no kidding.

You okay?

I-I think I have a lead on Rosalind.

- What? - How?

Chris has been spending time on these message boards

filled with armchair detectives

that are trying to track Rosalind down.

You think one of them found her?

I think one of them is her.

I would add that it was an error in judgment

that you will not repeat.

And this memorandum is going to the Watch Commander?

Yeah. And then he will run it up the chain of command.

Are they gonna wash me out?

It's a possibility.

You can be fired for literally anything

in your probationary period.

But, on the other hand, it's your first day.

Your failure is more so on me.

Are they gonna find Jill on time?

I hope so.

But you should prepare for the worst.

No, she's still alive. I can feel it.

The way you felt the bad aura?

Yes.

Look, I-I know that in the movies,

police seem to rely on their intuitions

all the time about a suspect.

In reality, this is not the case.

What you see as intuition

is actually years of hard-won knowledge

in how to interpret things like body language.

It's not a mystical power. It's observation.

And even then, cops get it wrong all the time.

With all due respect,

reading someone's body language sounds

just as mysterious as my feelings.

That's because you don't have the experience to back it up.

You sound just like the old-school instructors

at the Academy, going on about tradition

while conveniently leaving out the dark side of that tradition.

I thought you wanted to be a different kind of T.O.

Why can't I be a different kind of cop?

Maybe one day you can be.

But first, you have to learn the fundamentals.

But I was right about the car.

Yes, you were.

And I bet you think it's unfair that that stop was inadmissible.

But I want you to think about what would happen

if the police were able to stop people based on feelings alone.

Where do we draw the line between a dark aura

and outright prejudice?

That's why the rule exists. To protect people.

I don't see how the rules are protecting Jill Baskin.

[Sighs]

♪

Hey. Lucy.

Hey, what's going on? They won't tell me.

Sit down.

Okay, so, um, I went through "The Mother Doc,"

and I think I found Rosalind.

What? Where? That sighting in Rome?

N-No. I...

Are you familiar with the username "TruthHunter184"?

Yeah. Uh, he lives in Atlanta.

He doesn't?

Lucy found some irregularities

in TruthHunter's communication style,

so she asked us to look into it.

I reviewed all of TruthHunter's messages,

and I agree with Officer Chen.

The forensic linguistics are a match to Rosalind Dyer.

But... No, that doesn't make any sense.

Do you remember when TruthHunter wrote

Rosalind "eats her victim's pain like a five-star meal"?

Yeah.

I heard Rosalind use that exact phrase

to describe the pleasure she took at her trial

when watching the agony of her victims' families.

♪

I told her things about me, about the investigation.

It's okay. You didn't know.

Uh, so what do we do?

I can message her, try to set up a meeting.

N-No. Uh, Rosalind will see right through that.

I agree. With this level of intelligent psychopath,

I would advise to err on the side of caution.

So we work with what we've got.

We get cyber crimes involved,

and we see if we can track her using her I.P. address.

And if we find anything,

we promise to keep you in the loop.

Thank you.

Yeah. Uh, thanks.

♪

Hey. Are you okay?

No. I'm really not.

♪ Got the face on like, "Oh, yeah" ♪

♪ In the mirror, looking like, "Mm, yeah" ♪

♪ On the run like gym shoes, steppin' on... ♪

Officer Nolan, I-I want to apologize for yesterday.

Look, I was upset that my mistake

may have put Jill in further jeopardy,

and I unfairly took it out on you.

I promise to do better.

I appreciate that.

I also thought about our conversation.

I want you to trust me with your feelings.

If you had confided in me yesterday before the car stop,

we could have avoided this whole mess.

So next time you have an idea,

no matter how crazy, tell me about it.

Oh, thank God.

Because I had the wildest dream.

Okay, that's not exactly what I...

No, you're right. I'm sorry. Tell me your dream.

I was up half the night doing a deep dive on Tyler Harvin.

When I finally fell asleep,

I-I dreamt that I was on the beach

and a body washed up on shore.

Jill Baskin?

No. It was a man. A giant, actually.

Wearing an old-timey armor,

holding a big wooden shield with a crown on it.

Okay. And you think this knight

had something to do with Jill's abduction?

I don't know. But it was so vivid.

And I thought m-maybe Jill's being kept near a beach.

Okay. Um...

You said you were looking into Tyler when you fell asleep.

What exactly did you find?

I was looking into his work history.

I mean, he does a lot of odd jobs

all over the city... landscaping, contracting.

And I thought one of these jobs

may have given him access to a hiding place...

maybe somewhere off a beaten path

where he might be holding Jill.

Okay. Uh, were any of the jobs near a beach?

Did any of them have anything to do with

the name Knight or Shield?

A company name? Maybe a client?

Well, he finished work a few weeks ago for a job

on a company called A Royal Hand Construction.

And the house was on a street called Beachwood Canyon.

Show me on Streetview.

See, Tyler could have seen this condemned house

while he was working here for Royal.

Your dream wasn't a premonition.

It was just your subconscious processing information.

So you don't think I'm crazy?

I'm not saying that. But I think we should do it...

take a look at that house before we talk to Harper and Lopez.

You wanted to see me, sir?

That was Garza.

Their cyber crime people

traced the web of Rosalind's I.P. addresses

to a house outside Seattle.

They're putting together a surveillance team

to go there now.

Agent Garza has invited you to join.

Really? That... That's amazing.

Yeah, I-I'm in.

Jet leaves in an hour.

Sir.

♪

What the hell?

Oh, good morning, Cop Cake.

Aaron: Oh, man.

Yeah, I'm thinking we need to pay our catfish another visit.

Damn straight.

Alright. You take the east side.

I'll take the west.

And then meet in the middle.

Copy. Radio if you see anything.

Will do.

♪

Nolan, I found her.

East side of the house at the window.

♪

Stand back.

♪

Cleared.

Check her.

She's alive.

Alright. Stay with her.

I'm gonna clear the house.

Hey, Jill. My name is Celina.

Everything's gonna be alright.

Patrol, 7-Adam-15.

Show us at 6577 Beachwood Canyon,

abandoned house.

Found a female kidnap victim, possibly Jill Baskin.

Multiple stab wounds.

Requesting R.A. and additional units.

Police!

Is anyone in here?

Come out with your hands up now.

Hey!

Nolan, I see him!

Stop!

♪

Nolan: What do you got?

Officer Juarez?

♪

Officer Juarez, check in.

Officer Juarez, please respond.

♪

[Siren wailing]

♪

Victim's in the bedroom.

Severe blood loss, but her vitals are stable.

Copy that. We're on it.

Officer Juarez, do you copy?

♪

Celina, do you hear me?

♪

[Engine starts]

♪

Celina: Police!

♪

[Grunts]

[Breathing heavily]

♪

[Siren wailing] Nolan: Officer Juarez, respond.

7-Adam, um, it's Juarez.

I had eyes on the suspect. I'm in pursuit.

Celina, I'm coming to you. Where are you?

I don't know.

Are you on the trail?

No. Uh...

I think we were heading east, but we turned.

[Rustling]

I see him.

Does he have a weapon?

I can't tell.

Celina, I need you to focus so I can find you.

He's on the move. He's on the move.

7-Adam-15, my rookie's in pursuit of suspect,

but the specific location is unknown.

I am heading northeast on trail road,

requesting airship and all available units

to help locate suspect and Officer Juarez.

Code 3.

Juarez, talk to me.

I've lost visual. I don't know where he went.

Look around you. What do you see?

Just trees and a footbridge.

No buildings, no signs?

I-I see one of those electrical boxes.

Great. Does it have any kind of identifier on it?

A serial number?

Uh...

Yeah.

198962.

Control, I need the location of an L.A. City electrical box.

Serial number 198962.

Dispatch: Copy, 7-Adam-15.

Sending the location to your box.

Okay, Celina, hang tight, I got you.

Copy that.

♪

[Both grunting]

Celina? Celina?

Damn it, dispatch, where is my airship?

I have an officer in need of help.

♪

[Groans]

♪

[Heart beating]

[Choking]

♪

[Coughing]

♪

[Handcuffs click]

It's okay.

[Breathing heavily]

You're gonna be alright.

[Breathing heavily]

How is Officer Juarez? [Door closes]

Shaken up. A little bruised.

Nothing serious, thank God.

Not a great start.

She'll bounce back.

I meant you.

I know.

If that suspect had gotten her gun away from her...

These last few days have been extremely humbling.

Everything is moving a hundred miles an hour.

I feel like I barely have time to teach her

the most basic things before everything goes sideways.

Translation... You feel like a rookie again.

Yeah.

Well, to her credit, Celina managed to fight off

a guy twice her size after sprinting up a canyon.

She's got spirit. Maybe a little too much.

You know anything about horses, Nolan?

I really don't, sir.

Have a seat.

Young racehorses are skittish and excitable.

To calm them down, they partner them with older horses

to teach them how to check themselves.

Eventually, they come around.

It's the natural order of things.

Officer Juarez, a word?

I imagine that was a pretty tough first case for you.

[Luke Hemmings' "Starting Line" plays] Sir.

Something wasn't adding up,

so I requested your full personnel file.

You read about my sister.

Yeah.

Abducted from your yard when you were 9 years old.

I can't even imagine what you went through.

I was supposed to be watching her,

and I looked away for a minute.

And after three weeks of no leads from the police,

my mom hired a psychic.

That's who found her, not the cops.

Which is why you put so much stock in intuition.

Mm-hmm.

I was wrong earlier

when I said you don't have the experience

to back up your gut instincts.

See, I think you blamed yourself

for what happened to your sister,

and that made you an extremely observant 9-year-old girl

so that you'd never miss seeing danger coming again.

And over the years, you funneled all that input into your gut.

See, I think you saw the blood on the bumper of that car,

and before you understood what you saw,

you translated it into a dark aura.

And your premonition dream about Jill's whereabouts,

that came after a long night

of meticulous, evidence-based research.

So does that mean you're... you're not washing me out?

Correct.

But I don't have a crystal ball.

I don't know yet if you are going to be

a good police officer.

But I am willing to trust my gut and give it another shot.

Thank you, sir. I won't let you down.

I'll see you tomorrow.

You know, if you ever need a crystal ball,

you can always borrow mine.

Kidding.

Good night, Officer Juarez.

Good night.

♪

Alright, so here's the deal, Pavi.

I filled out the paperwork charging you with a felony,

and I will file it today

unless you start using your skills to help people.

And how much does that pay?

Nothing.

But then again, neither does prison.

I'm listening.

Alright, so, we have a friend who has a community center

and he needs a volunteer to help teach a computer literacy class

to the neighborhood.

You keep your nose clean, you show up twice a week,

I'll shred these.

Otherwise, I've got up to 18 months

to file your felony paperwork with the D.A.

I thought you were gonna take away all my electronics.

I was.

Lucky for you, Officer Thorsen believes in second chances.

Just take the deal, kid.

Pavi's Mom: Pavi, why is there a police car parked outside?

Okay. Alright. I-I'm in. Just text me the details.

♪ Maybe they were never mine

♪ The walls are closin' We did good.

♪

♪ The walls are closin'

[Police radio chatter]

Officer Chen? I'm Agent Miller from the Seattle field office.

Nice to meet you, sir. What do we know?

House belongs to a Phyllis and Raymond Haymen.

Friends and family haven't heard from them in over a week,

but their car's in the driveway.

Any movement inside?

None. We can hear their phones ringing inside,

but no one ever answers them.

Well, something's not right.

We were thinking the same thing.

♪

FBI! Open up!

We have a warrant to search these premises.

♪

Look at that.

♪

♪

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