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Previously on "The Rookie"...

I think there's someone in my house.

I'm only gonna ask you once. Who sent you?

- Go to hell. - I'll meet you there.

Charlie's starting today.

He's the private security guy I hired.

Mr. Evers, Charlie Bristow from X Ring Security.

- Are you breaking up with me? - I'm sorry.

Nolan mentioned

that you might be looking for a new roommate.

My current living situation, it really sucks.

And I totally understand if it's too soon.

Just thought I'd throw it out there just in case.

I actually think that's a really great idea.

Aww.

The hell are you doing up here?

It wasn't supposed to go down like this.

Did you compromise the op? Who did you tell?

- I can't. - Why not?

Because she knows all my secrets.

Who does?

I'm sorry.

Hey.

What happened?

Mad Dog was in a bad way when I got here.

Amped up on guilt, confessed to being dirty.

Said he flipped because she knew his secrets.

Then he jumped. - Who's she?

- Blair London. - He used her name?

No, it's clear who he was talking about.

Clear to you maybe, but you got to be very careful

making accusations before you have proof.

Hell of a thing, huh?

I heard you were with him when he went over.

- You assigned to this? - Yeah.

Thought I was gonna have a quiet evening,

but the universe hates me.

You're saying Mad Dog jumped?

I'm not saying anything. That's what happened.

Okay, look, I'm not trying to jam you up here, Bradford,

but this needs to be handled correctly.

Your buddy just led an operation that resulted

in his entire team being blown up.

There's a lot of eyes on this. - Understood.

And Sergeant Bradford will be forthcoming

answering your questions.

But first, you're required to tell me

if your line of questioning will lead to discipline.

I mean, I can't rule that out at this point,

but that's not where my head is at, unless it should be.

Asking the question isn't prejudicial.

It's something we would all do.

And since you can't rule out discipline,

Sergeant Bradford is required to have

an attorney and union rep present

before being questioned.

All right, you want to play it that way,

I'll meet you back at the station

when you have all your ducks in a row.

But first, you need to answer this question now.

Did you touch him? Did he touch you?

Am I gonna find your DNA on him or his on you?

Never got closer than a few feet.

Great. Thank you.

I'd watch my back with him.

If he thinks he can make a career move

climbing over you, he will.

Whoo!

Hey, I was starting to think

I should have left some stuff in storage.

We can go through it all after shift.

Uh, I'm pretty sure I have some space in my basement locker.

Knock, knock. Hey.

Hey! What are you doing here?

Oh, I just thought I would come by,

support my rookie as she transitions

to a new, more stable home environment.

You came to make sure I'm not late for shift.

Yes, because that would be a poor reflection on me,

and my performance review is coming up.

And you, how you doing?

I'm good, mostly, I guess.

There's just so much change, you know?

But maybe big change is a good thing.

I'm clearly going through a big upheaval right now,

which is hard on the psyche.

But, you know, ultimately, hopefully,

um, it will be a necessary and positive period

of emotional growth, so

yeah, I'm good.

Great.

Lopez is calling me.

Hi.

Hey, something happened to Tim last night.

He's not hurt, but it looks like he was there

when Mad Dog jumped off the roof of the hospital.

Oh, my God. Both: What happened?

- Uh, where... where is Tim now? - On his way to the station.

You know the drill.

He's gonna have to answer a lot of questions,

and they won't let us near him till he's done.

But I thought you'd want to know, despite everything.

Yeah, no.

Thank you so much for telling me.

Um, please let me know if you hear anything else.

Will do.

What happened?

Mad Dog killed himself in front of Tim.

Why?

It's Tim.

Hey, we just heard what happened.

You all right?

I'm fine, but I need my union rep.

Yeah, I'll be there in 20 minutes.

He needs his union rep.

Wait, John. Uh, how did he sound?

Tight.

You're clearly in danger.

I'm not asking you to hide in a closet.

I'm just saying security needs to be

more of a primary concern.

It is. That's why I hired you.

But I lead a busy life, and I will not live it in fear.

So your job is to keep me safe while I do my thing.

Yes, ma'am. Who should I coordinate with at the LAPD?

Who's investigating the case on you?

Forget about the LAPD.

I have zero confidence

that they have my best interest at heart.

Makes my job harder.

But that's a me problem.

All right, well, we're gonna start on our site survey

and do a bug sweep of your offices.

I'll coordinate with your assistant on scheduling.

This phone is only for emergencies.

Did you see the news?

Mad Dog killed himself last night.

It's one less thread to tie up.

That's horrible and also wrong.

Tim Bradford was with him the night that he jumped,

which means we need to be worried

that Mad Dog might have said something about us.

He doesn't know about us, only you

unless you betrayed me.

No, I never told him where the information

he was giving me was going.

But I am exposed here,

and you told me that I would be protected.

And you will be.

But I have problems of my own.

I still don't know who tried to kill me.

And Harper and Lopez are going to try to pin

my hit man's death on me.

So you need to get to work.

Jack up the cops we have under our thumb.

We need real-time intel on where the LAPD is

with these investigations.

Okay, I can do that.

Promise me that this will work out.

I promise.

Hold it together.

Yeah, I need you to come in for a session.

Yes, now.

Monica's the killer.

Can you put her in John Doe's room?

- No. - And the autopsy?

Preliminary cause of death is stroke.

But that's what it would look like

if she put an air bubble in his IV.

Oh, so you have fingerprints on the syringe?

No.

Look, I know we have work to do.

But I don't buy for a second

that he just happened to code

during the chaos at the hospital.

She used that opportunity to take him out.

You do not have to convince me.

You have to convince the DA's office and a jury.

So any progress on the other case,

the one where Monica's a victim, not a suspect?

You mean do we know who tried to kill her?

We do not.

We don't even know if it was a hit attempt

or just a home invasion.

It was a hit attempt.

Monica wouldn't kill the guy

if it was a simple robbery gone wrong.

It's hard to establish motive without a clear ID,

and we don't have him in any database.

Keep looking.

When we figure out who attacked Monica,

it'll help us understand her motive for murder.

How is Tim doing?

He's being Tim about the whole thing.

All right, union rep reporting for duty.

Bring me up to speed.

Who is the investigating officer?

Pearson.

Not the best, but not the worst.

He's gonna try to hang this around my neck.

Department needs a scapegoat for what went down yesterday,

and now their primary candidate is dead.

At best, I'll be sidelined,

which is why I need you to take over the investigation.

- Investigation into what? - Not what, who.

Okay.

Blair London... rookie police psychiatrist.

I've been seeing her. So has Aaron.

I believe she had leverage on Mad Dog,

and that's why he betrayed the Metro op,

and that's why he jumped.

Close the door.

I can't stay. I have a case.

I know. Mad Dog's suicide.

I need you to scrub the apartment

and make sure there is nothing incriminating

about me in there.

Mad Dog was reporting to you? What'd you have on him?

It doesn't matter now.

I need to make sure he didn't say my name before he jumped.

Bradford lawyered up.

It could mean that he knows something

and doesn't know who to trust.

So we need to isolate and neutralize him,

because if he gives me up,

the recordings from your sessions go straight to IA.

You're making a big leap.

I gotta go where the evidence takes me.

People heard arguing on the roof.

Mad Dog showed none of the classic suicide precursors,

and Tim was forced out of Metro

enough to make anybody angry and jealous.

You're guessing as to his state of mind.

I'm afraid not.

Tell him what you told me.

I'd rather not.

People say things in sessions that they would never act on.

Emotions are elevated and...

You work for the city.

You have an ethical and legal obligation

to report anything that could be seen as dangerous.

I know.

I've been seeing Sergeant Bradford

for a couple weeks.

He came to me with anger issues.

He had a lot of resentment about leaving Metro.

- Doesn't mean he's a killer. - No, of course not.

But I witnessed a heightened interaction

between Sergeant Bradford and Mad Dog... Matt

in the parking garage yesterday morning.

I feel if I wasn't there that it would have escalated.

Did you see evidence that Mad Dog was depressed?

No.

Bradford needs to be put on admin leave immediately,

pending further investigation.

- He has important cases... - He's dangerous.

But you've always looked the other way, haven't you?

Just last month, he was under IA investigation

and drummed out of Metro,

and you welcomed him back like nothing happened.

It is a failure to supervise

and a failure to put your city's needs

ahead of your friendship.

Keep this up, and you'll be facing discipline.

Detective Pearson. John Nolan.

I'm sure you're aware, I am... - Union rep. Got it.

You planning on staying for Bradford's interview?

Yep.

Well, then before we get started,

I want to be up-front about this.

I've been on the case for three hours,

and I'm already deeply troubled by what I've discovered.

I want to hear what you have to say,

but no matter how you answer these questions,

you're on leave, effective immediately.

Hey, did you hear Tim got put on admin leave?

- No, who told you that? - Smitty.

What's that?

Oh, hold on.

Hey.

If you're filing charges against him,

you need to give me a heads-up.

If I was filing charges, the last thing I would do

is compromise the case with any hint of impropriety.

- I'm standing by him 1,000%. - I know.

Look, I haven't even made it into the office.

Can we talk later? - He's family.

I know. I'll call you later, okay?

- Drama at work? - Something like that.

Hey. Can I help you?

I'm looking for Sidney.

Yo, what the hell are you doing?

Can't be ignoring his calls.

Hey, hold on. Back up.

I didn't invite you in.

- I work for her boss. - I'm her boss.

Nah. You're just in my way.

Now, he wants you back. Grab your things.

She's not going anywhere.

This is none of your business, man.

Hmm.

So what's your plan, genius?

You gonna shoot your way in, kidnap her in broad daylight?

All recorded in HD from our home security system

that's linked right into the cloud.

How far do you think you're gonna make it?

A mile, two, maybe.

Is that worth a life sentence to you?

Boss ain't gonna like this.

What the hell was that?

- I am so sorry. - Sorry doesn't come close.

An armed man was at my house. You need to tell me why.

- I-I can't. I signed an NDA. - Screw your NDA!

Okay, let me explain to you how this looks, okay?

Your last employer was obviously a criminal.

You left him and sought out a job working for two cops,

a job where you might come in contact with our computers,

a job where you might overhear conversations

about the DA's office.

That is not it at all. I swear.

I didn't even know who he was when I took the job.

I mean, not... not really.

I-I still don't.

Look, he does something in finance.

Name?

Christian Batista.

They call the guy at the door Head Shot.

You thought a guy in finance

had a bodyguard named Head Shot?

Los Angeles is weird.

I'm from Ohio.

I...

I was naive. I get that now.

But the kids were sweet,

and I didn't want to abandon them, so...

I stuck it out, even after I realized he was a bad guy.

Christian Batista isn't just a bad guy.

He's a professional money launderer.

Half the criminal organizations in the city use his services.

He has been one step ahead ever since he moved

into the number one position two years ago.

Would you be willing to work for him again?

What, like, as a spy?

You wouldn't have to do anything dangerous,

just pay attention to who comes and goes,

see what you overhear.

No way. I-I can't go back there.

He's awful, cruel, and creepy.

I mean, it got to a point where I was having panic attacks

on my way into work.

I'm... I'm really sorry, but I-I can't...

I can't do that.

All right, then you are gonna have to sell him

on a new nanny.

What are you doing?

To be clear, I'm still mad at you, okay?

This doesn't change anything.

What doesn't?

Are you okay?

I am now.

- Hey. - Hey.

- We need you for a case. - Of course.

Just say the word, and I'll have you on a private plane

to a non-extradition country.

It's not gonna come to that.

There is zero evidence of wrongdoing

because there wasn't any.

- If I can do anything... - I appreciate that.

You had my back on the last thing.

I put different forces into play.

Different's not me.

I'll see you later.

Bradford was clearly being cagey.

Your questioning was aggressive.

Tim was being measured.

Of course you would say that.

Well, he certainly has it in for Tim.

We ask everyone else to trust our process.

We should too.

Sir, before you came in,

Tim asked me to look into something delicate.

He thinks...

- I know what he thinks. - Are you sure?

Because what he said was... - Insane?

And, if true, a disaster of epic proportions?

I'm sure.

With your permission,

I'd like to sit out patrol today,

conduct an investigation.

No.

You and Officer Juarez

would like a professional development day.

And I'm granting that request.

But don't come back until you have something concrete.

We don't know who we can trust.

And if I'm questioned, I'll be compelled to answer.

So the less I know, the better.

Understood.

Remember, you're responsible for her.

Don't compromise her career before it starts.

Yes, sir.

Juarez.

That's crazy. How could they suspect Tim?

Let's talk in private.

What's professional development?

It's just BS.

I need to look into something on the down-low.

You don't have to help me.

This is gonna be a sticky situation,

and I will understand if you want to sit this one out.

And you can't tell me what it is before I decide?

I cannot.

This is so cool. Okay, I'm in. What's going on?

Tim believes Dr. London blackmailed Mad Dog.

That's why he betrayed the Metro op.

Aaron's shrink? No, that can't be.

Aaron raves about her.

Oh, I know. But Tim is convinced.

And if she's blackmailed one cop, there may be more.

- You don't think Aaron... - I don't know.

I don't think he would betray us,

but we can't rule it out either.

Anyone she sees could be a problem.

Okay, so we need a list of her patients.

No. Confidential.

It's impossible to get a judge to sign off on that

without clear evidence of a criminal conspiracy.

Wait, Smitty's gonna solve our problem.

I'm sorry, it sounds like you said.

Smitty was gonna help solve our problem.

Mm-hmm.

What's up, homeys?

Aaron says you hang out in the waiting room

of the Department of Psychiatry office.

Hey, where I spend my breaks is my business.

No, agreed, but you do see who comes in

for therapy sessions. - Sure.

- How often are you there? - Ah, let's see.

Vending machines get restocked on Mondays and Thursdays.

Uh, Dr. Mendelson brings in cupcakes on Tuesdays.

Red velvet, yum.

Uh, shrinks cater an interoffice meeting

on Wednesday, and there's always leftovers.

You're there from Monday through Thursday?

And Friday.

The Personnel office next door holds a mixer

with passed hors d'oeuvres.

Smitty, that's every single... never mind.

Don't... I just

how would you like to take an extra-long break today?

All you have to do is tell us everyone who sees Dr. London.

Sure thing.

But I gotta tell you right now, it's a long list.

It's cops from all over the city.

We'll need every name you can remember,

plus anyone who sees her today.

That sounds like a lot of work.

What is this, anyway?

All you need to know is,

it'll help Tim, and he's counting on you.

He told us Smitty is the man,

and he's the only one we can trust with this.

Say no more.

What?

Dr. London's been talking

to cops from all over the city for six months.

There's no telling how many cases she's compromised.

Yeah, but someone would have noticed by now.

Ah, here she is. Hey, you.

Oh, hi.

Any idea how old this yogurt is?

Oh, I'm guessing Reagan administration.

We need your help.

Ooh, do I get to kick in a door?

Is it hard? It's hard, right?

It's not easy, but that's not where this is going.

Look, as a dispatcher,

you are at the nexus of all police activity.

Have you noticed any uptick

in failed police actions lately?

Anything like, um, attempts to locate that came up null?

Like someone warned a target.

Right, or a warrant where the disposition was N-Nora?

Yes.

I thought I was imagining it,

but the fail rate is up all over the city.

- How much? - It's subtle.

Most people wouldn't notice it, but I did.

Of course you did.

Could you pull a list for me

of everything that's gone sideways

in the last six months

and the officers who were attached

to those failed actions?

Absolutely. I'll get right on it.

Oh, is there any chance I could record all this for my podcast?

Oh, um...

- Get back to me. - Okay.

- Okay. - Yeah.

- She has a podcast? - It's good.

Hmm.

- Lopez, you have a minute? - Barely.

Look, I know you're close with Bradford,

and I just wanted to say none of this is personal.

It's just a job.

Is that it? I gotta get in there.

Something break on your John Doe murder?

No, we're juggling a lot today.

Have you ever worked on anything

connected to Christian Batista?

The money launderer? No. You got a way in?

Too soon to tell. Thanks.

All right, how are you with kids?

- I nannied for two years. - Perfect.

Uh, Batista needs child care, and his former nanny...

Our current nanny.

Is willing to sing your praises.

Wow. Okay, that's a lot.

Um, I still need to land the job, though, right?

We can create fake references.

You should start setting up social media now,

establish a life. - No need.

I've actually got eight undercover identities

that I regularly feed.

It takes, like, 12 off-duty hours to grow,

but, you know, I thought I was gonna make detective, so...

Any of them have nanny experience?

Uh, no, but there's one that might work, actually.

She has no criminal history, college graduate,

a little lost in life,

but on paper, she'll look good to them.

- Hey, am I interrupting? - A little. What do you need?

Well, we processed the last of the license plates

for cars parked in the four-block radius

around Monica's house.

All are registered to neighbors or employees of neighbors.

So we can assume Monica's attacker didn't drive there.

Mm-hmm, and Ubering to a crime scene

seems not smart.

So you're thinking there was a partner?

Yeah, and he took off when he heard sirens coming.

Great.

What is Monica doing here?

Keep prepping. We'll circle back.

Jumpy. I've got it.

Angela, how's baby Jack?

Not a baby anymore. What are you doing here?

I'm sorry. How do you two know each other?

Oh, I worked for Angela and Wesley about a year ago.

Oh.

That'll teach me to do a deeper dive on references.

You're working for Monica now?

- Just started. - You know, call me crazy,

but hiring private security indicates a worry

about impending danger.

Which would imply that Monica thinks

she was attacked deliberately rather than the victim

of a random burglary.

There you go again, trying to make my trauma my fault.

But I'm the victim here.

And as such, I'm entitled to know

about the investigation into my attack.

Per the crime victims' bill of rights,

you have to share the details of my case.

So share.

Okay, on paper, Blair is totally clean

modest apartment, modest car.

If she's doing this for the money,

it's hard to see where it's going.

Any criminal history?

Ah, just a grad school DUI

and no family with ties to Barrio Rosa.

If we want to get more insight,

we need to talk to people who know her.

Yeah, but we don't want to risk tipping her off.

You know, there is one known associate

we haven't investigated yet... Mad Dog.

A séance. I like it.

Or we could just search his apartment.

Right, yeah, yeah, probably easier.

But one of these days,

you're gonna say yes to a séance.

I got a problem.

Monica's here, and she wants to exercise

her rights as a victim.

What exactly are we required to tell her?

I can't answer that.

Just by you calling me about this,

Monica could assert collusion.

I am hanging up, but I love you.

Bye.

We're on our own.

Hmm, what else is new?

Have you identified my attacker?

- No. - Why not?

He's not in the system.

Do you have any idea why he targeted me?

We do not.

Was he working alone?

We don't believe so.

Why?

We're not at liberty to say at this point.

We have to protect sources and means.

I'll file a complaint with the department.

Go ahead... I'm sure they will get to it by next year.

Am I under investigation?

That information is not within the bounds

of the Victims' Rights Act.

- That is a yes. - That's none of your business.

Sorry, when can I expect payment

from the state victims' fund?

We'll get started on that paperwork as soon as possible.

Great.

I expect to be apprised of all future developments.

Of course.

We need to find John Doe's accomplice before she does.

It's a toxic household.

They went through eight nannies

in the 12 months before they hired me.

I would have stayed with my last family forever,

but the kids grew up.

So here I am.

I mean, Mr. Batista is casually cruel,

and Mrs. Batista drinks a lot to manage it.

But, I mean, she does love the kids.

I understand how stressful parenthood can be,

and I see my role as helping to alleviate that

as much as possible.

I have a perfect driving record.

I'm great with homework.

I speak Cantonese,

as well as a little bit of Spanish.

And while I understand that discipline is important,

a certain amount of play is healthy

for childhood development.

Joshua, Esther, come over here.

What have I told you about spying?

What do you say?

Both: Sorry.

Bums are sorry.

A man apologizes when he makes a mistake.

Yes, sir. We apologize for spying.

I'm sorry.

Go start your homework. Both: Yes, Father.

Okay, you seem fine, and we need someone now,

but you are on a short leash.

See the house manager on your way out.

Yes, sir. I'm looking forward to getting started.

Thank you.

Well, we got Pearson's property receipt.

What did he take?

Just a few firearms, laptop, and not much else.

What exactly are we looking for?

"Dear diary, today Blair started blackmailing me"?

We should be so lucky.

All right, let's tear this place apart.

- Stay with the car. - I can't do that.

Well, you can't come in.

I need to have a privileged conversation.

Then I'll walk you to the door.

It's nonnegotiable.

Fine.

Gundo is expecting me.

I'm the lawyer.

Yeah.

All right.

Thank you for seeing me.

Oh.

You kept my nephew out of prison.

It's the least I could do.

What do you think?

You want the truth?

The truth is that, uh

it's good for my blood pressure.

I'll make this quick.

A hit man came after me.

Cops can't ID him, and neither can I,

which means he must be from out of town.

I need to know who sent him.

Risky move coming here.

You got a price on your head, maybe I should collect.

I promise I'm worth more to you alive.

I heard a lot of talk about you.

You got some secret pipeline into the LAPD,

selling information to the highest bidder.

Wow.

You're acting like you own this city.

Oh, no, no, no.

I have no illusions

about who really runs these streets.

I'm simply an information broker.

Nothing more.

I just need a name.

And I'm willing to pay you to track it down.

Hmm.

Let's go.

- Everything okay? - Not yet.

Ah, we struck out.

Pearson didn't take much because there wasn't much.

Ooh, what's that?

Extensive notes on his

fantasy football draft.

Okay, so the search is officially a bust.

Maybe not.

Here to relieve me? Thank God.

I'm way over-caffeinated.

No, I'm here to see Dr. Blair.

Is she in with a patient? - Yeah, with Cooper from Vice.

Session should be over in a few.

It's over now.

- Um, I'm with a patient. - Yeah.

Don, hey, I'm so sorry.

I need to talk to the doc. I'm in crisis.

Thanks so much for understanding.

Say hi to Helen for me.

What the hell do you think you're doing?

Mad Dog didn't give the ops plans to Barrio Rosa directly.

There was an intermediary... you.

I don't know what you're talking about.

Nash will never walk again. Mad Dog is dead.

I don't think you wanted

for either of those things to happen.

I think you want to do the right thing,

but you're scared.

Make a deal with us. We can protect you.

I don't know where you're getting this.

Found this in Mad Dog's apartment.

It lays out everything.

Whatever is in that notebook is a lie.

Matt was a deeply troubled man,

and I only wish I knew how deeply before his death.

Now, I have another patient coming.

You need to leave.

I don't think you're running this alone, Blair.

You only started this job six months ago.

There's no way you hatched a plan to criminalize cops

and then developed contacts with gangs and cartels

all on your own,

which means you're a potential weak link.

Weak links get fixed permanently.

I'm not the one you need to be afraid of.

I'm your best shot at getting out of this alive.

- How did she take it? - We're about to find out.

Hey, TSA came through with a fingerprint match

and ID'd the John Doe who attacked Monica...

Samuel Desta.

He came in on a Portuguese passport

traveling with one Andrei Gwarzo.

I pulled footage of them in their rental car

driving away from the airport. - New car.

Probably has satellite radio we can track.

Technically, we owe Monica a call

now that we have found her attacker and his partner.

Technically, that call should come

from the community liaison.

Who has gone home already.

Is it weird that I'm nervous walking through the bullpen,

waiting to see which cop reacts

to your conversation with Blair?

No, I'm a little on edge too.

Okay, what if nothing happens?

What the hell were you doing in Mad Dog's apartment?

That's my scene.

It's my case. - I had a warrant.

If you so much as removed a speck of dust,

you're going down for obstruction.

Hey, hey, hey. Why are you yelling at my guys?

- They interfered with my case! - Then you come talk to me!

If anyone needs discipline, I'll handle it.

Stay in your lane.

Thank you for that.

- Do I want to know? - Not yet.

Okay, so you rattled Blair, and she called Pearson.

And he's in charge of Mad Dog's case,

which explains why he's gunning so hard for Tim.

Okay, so what's our next move?

We need to see how deep this rot goes.

Did Smitty give you Blair's patient list?

Yeah.

Let's put the fear of God into them.

Oh, hey, Mike, really quick

as your union rep, I just wanted to give you a heads-up

about the department psychiatrist.

I'm just hearing that Dr. London's

getting investigated.

I wouldn't want you to get pulled into that.

I got a great therapist if you need to make a change.

I'm not worried at this point.

It's probably nothing more than a witch hunt.

But as your union rep, I just wanted you to know

I'm looking out for you.

Oh, and vote for Nolan 2025.

You think it worked?

I think Blair's getting a lot of frantic phone calls.

Hopefully it'll rattle her enough to reach out.

Impeccable, as always.

You did something different. New lipstick?

New enemy.

Someone is trying to kill me, and I need to know who.

And you're in a unique position,

being surrounded by members

of every criminal organization in California.

Well, if you're here for the hot prison goss,

it's gonna cost you.

What do you know? I'm feeling generous.

I like the sound of that.

Give me the 411.

Two men came after me.

One attacked me in my home. The other is in the wind.

What happened to the guy who attacked you?

Dead, under mysterious circumstances.

Nice.

What else can you tell me?

They were professionals, not local.

Follow the money.

I don't have access to their accounts.

Yes, but you know whoever hired them was a criminal

who had dirty money that he needed clean

to make the payment.

One man controls 80% of the laundering in this city...

Christian Batista.

Okay, these answers are correct,

but is this your best handwriting?

No eraser.

You're not getting out of redoing it that easily.

I'll go get you another one. Stay here, okay?

Coming!

Can I help you?

I'm here to see Christian Batista.

I have an appointment.

Satellite radio still got you on hold?

She told me to call back when I had the court order number.

I told her it took 15 minutes just to get a live person...

Yes, I'm still here.

My partner is on the phone right now with the court clerk.

No, it's not in my email.

We'll have the number literally in two seconds.

He's still reading it?

Can you tell him that this is

an in-progress life-threatening event?

- Maybe five. - Yes, exigent circumstance

yes, I will hold.

These are exigent circumstances.

Can't you override it?

No, don't call corporate and get back to me.

It's coming right now... literally five more seconds.

Yes, Judge Walter Gonzalez, today's date, uh, uh,

court authorization number 122-4-69.

Okay, got it... Judge Walter Gonzalez,

today's date, court authorization number 122-4-69.

GPS tracking via satellite radio

for suspect vehicle, rental car stock...

Number LA-592B-boy.

Both: Thank you.

Whew, yes.

I'll pull up the location for Gwarzo's vehicle.

And I'll call dispatch and have them make

an attempt to locate event, 10-36, not for broadcast.

You're building quite a reputation for yourself.

I hear you're selling police reports and information

to half the criminal organizations in town.

Smart.

Intel is the currency of the future.

I also hear you had a recent near-death experience.

My guess is, you're here to see if I can tell you

who sent them.

Your guess is correct.

I don't know what to tell you.

It wasn't me.

You're a money launderer. Everyone uses your services.

The only person with better connections in this town is me.

Ask around. I'll make it worth your while.

I'll see what I can do.

It was a pleasure meeting you.

Likewise.

Vera will see you out.

♪ This old man, he played one ♪

♪ He played knick-knack on my thumb ♪

♪ With a knick-knack paddywhack ♪

♪ Give a dog a bone

♪ This old man came rolling home ♪

♪ This old man, he played two ♪

7769 Windsor Court, room 216. King's Court Motel.

You better hurry. They're on the move now.

You have 15 minutes tops.

Hey. Thanks for helping out.

Of course. What do you need?

We're looking for this guy, Andrei Gwarzo.

Recent photo. Unknown criminal history.

- Is he armed? - Yeah, almost certainly.

You need to leave!

Hey, you need to get out of here now!

Detain that punk.

Go after the shooter! We got the room!

Police! Open up!

Clear.

Control, 2331.

Andrei Gwarzo is GOA.

My guys held up their end.

Yeah, I never go back on my word.

Free representation starts today

with those two kids that got arrested.

What do you have in mind for him?

He's gonna tell me who sent him.

You are swimming in deep water.

No one keeps their hands clean here.

You want the name, you get it.

Not a problem.

But I'm gonna need something a lot sharper in a few minutes.

Hi.

Gosh, this must be awkward for you.

I'm the target, and yet you're the one

that's about to be dismembered.

- Wait. - No.

It's not question-and-answer time.

Not yet.

I need you to know that I mean business

when I'm talking to you,

and I need to be sure that you're telling the truth.

Take off his shoes. - No, no!

No!

It was Monica. Has to be.

She got to him before we did. - Yeah, but how?

- Hey, how was your day? - Long.

- Kids are a lot. - No, the kids were a breeze.

Monica stopping by the house was what the issue was.

What? Is Batista a client?

It seems like they just met.

Sounds like she's got someone after her,

and she wants him to ask around.

That's why she didn't have Andrei killed on the spot.

She needed to torture the name out of him.

- You working tomorrow? - I don't know.

But with Monica visiting the house,

my cover's not gonna last very long.

We will get you extra backup.

We need to know what Monica is up to.

Okay.

"Three cops came in for emergency sessions.

"Beach umbrella emoji. Sorry, wrong key.

"Floppy disk emoji.

Barber pole emoji. What is wrong with this phone?"

Okay, I'm not that great with texting,

but I'm better than this.

Much.

You've been here all day... spying on me.

No, I just like a quality snack.

Hey.

♪ The line is very fine

Nolan, we need to talk.

- Detective, you got a minute? - Kind of busy.

It's important.

♪ And I'm riding it all the time ♪

Take a seat.

- What is this? - Take a seat.

♪ My breath is my life

Do you want to tell us why you accessed

the ATL for Andrei Gwarzo?

I don't answer to you.

No, you don't. You answer to Blair London.

That's why you laid into Nolan

when he started looking into Mad Dog,

to protect Blair.

Same reason you went so hard after Tim.

Will this line of questioning lead to discipline?

Absolutely.

Then I'm not saying another word without my lawyer.

In that case, you're on administrative leave,

effective immediately.

♪ I am one step away

I would have come to your office.

There's a hidden camera.

That's how you blackmailed Mad Dog

with recordings of his therapy sessions.

I didn't think anyone would get hurt.

You compromised investigations.

I know, but one more drug dealer on the street

what difference does that make?

I never wanted Mad Dog to die or Nash to end up paralyzed.

They said no one would get hurt.

- Who said that? - I can't go to prison.

I'll tell you everything,

but I want immunity and a new life.

If you promise full cooperation,

we can make that happen,

but you're gonna have to tell us who you report to.

I will when I have a deal.

♪ I am one bend away

Eric Ramsey is the man after me.

Yikes.

Former client? - No.

I don't know why he wants me dead.

Well, you are getting more powerful by the day.

It was just a matter of time

before somebody was gonna take their shot.

You need to take him out before he tries again.

That's where you come in.

Ramsey is untouchable, heavily protected.

His home is a fortress, and I need a way in.

Kelso. He's a dangerous man.

He was also Ramsey's right hand

until he got convicted on drug charges.

You think he'll have insight into Ramsey's vulnerability,

and you want me to torture it out of him.

What's in it for me?

Name your price.

♪ To see what I'm made of

I want you to help me break out of prison.

♪ To see what I'm made of

Deal.

Damn it.