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We can't stay here!

Drop back.
Help the others get out.

I'll hold them off
as long as I can.

You sure?

Yeah. Go, go!

I'm right behind you.

You are the manliest of men.

Oh, you're just saying that

because you want something
from me.

- Not from you.
For us.

I fail to see how moving
to D.C. for your job is for us.

Happy wife, happy life?

Look, I totally get
that D.C. police

would be a lateral move at best.

And at this stage
of your career,

starting at the bottom
is a no-go.

But going federal is
a step up, right?

You're saying the FBI
is better than the LAPD?

No.

No.

But there are multiple federal
law enforcement agencies

that would be lucky to have you.

You're just not gonna
give up on this, are you?

John, it's my dream job.

Look, would you just investigate

if there is a federal cop job
that would excite you?

Sure.

Thank you.

It's not fair.

Men's choices are simple.

Blue suit or gray suit.

Red tie or blue tie.

The struggle on what constitutes

dressing professionally
for women is real.

You look amazing in everything.

Thank you.

How's the speech coming?

Well...

Oh, my God.

What am I gonna wear
to your announcement?

I'm running for the DA,
not the president.

Be lucky if I get a blurb
on page 12.

That's a lie, and you know it.

Los Angeles District Attorney
is a race

that generates
national attention.

I really don't have
the right outfit for that.

Can we focus on my speech,

which I have to give in less
than 48 hours and is terrible?

Well, we're in Hollywood.

Just get a punch-up from a few
A-listers, like the Oscars do.

Yeah, but I don't
need Ozempic jokes.

I need something
that captures my ethos,

who I am as a candidate.

First of all,
never say "ethos" again.

You need to be relatable.

A progressive family man who
is also tough on crime

with the backing
of law enforcement.

You're describing a unicorn.

I can't please everybody,
Angela.

Right now,
you're not even pleasing me.

Seriously, what am I gonna wear?

I know.

I'll make Harper go shopping
with me on our lunch break.

Mm. Right.

But what about my speech?

It's gonna be great.

It's gonna be a nightmare.

You don't know that.

All right, fine.
Maybe it will.

Maybe your presentation
on the biology

of single-cell organisms
is gonna go horribly wrong,

resulting in a major
wardrobe malfunction

and expulsion
for emotional defenestration.

You know
I don't like public speaking.

No one does,
except for sociopaths.

But you are smart
and you are charming

and it's gonna be great, OK?

And no matter what, I love you.

It's gonna suck, but...

I love you, too.

There's so many things
I love about living with you,

but carpooling is tops
because I get to sleep in

for an extra half hour and
finish my makeup in the car.

You weren't sleeping
this morning.

Don't look so pleased.

- Why not?
It was pleasing.

Isn't carpooling great?

I was just saying that.

Sir, how you doing this morning?

I'll be better
once the conversation shifts

from eyeliner
to assault and battery.

Stop.

We were practicing
judo throws last night

in the backyard for two hours.

Your man card is fully punched.

Now that's a car.

- That's Aaron.
What's up?

Hey.

Thorsen's family's loaded.

- Aw.
Hey.

Despite that,
he's become a half-decent cop.

- I heard that.
You think I'm half-decent.

- Sergeant.
Hi.

You got those flowers
I sent you, right?

Yes, they were lovely,
but too much.

No, no, no, no.

You deserved them
for acing the exam.

Also, I heard you scored
higher than Sergeant Bradford.

That's not the point.

And word of advice,

when you buy out
half the florist,

you make a boyfriend look bad.

Go big or go home, right?

Speaking of, you gotta be Texas.

Yes, sir. Miles Penn.

Aaron.

You almost finished
with the FTO program, right?

Graduate next month.

We'll see about that.

Don't listen to him.

So hey, what are you doing here?

Oh, uh, Grey wanted to bring
me in to talk about

joining the Monica Task Force.

- Oh, that's so cool.
- Yeah.

Probably 'cause
you party in the same

big-money-but-despicable
universe

as many elite criminals.

Well, I like to think it's
because he respects my work.

But it could be both.

I'm on track to graduate, right?

Don't rush to calm my fears
or anything.

- What?
- About whether I'm on track

to complete the FTO program
on schedule?

Oh, yeah.
Yeah, sorry.

Yeah, I just got...
I got something on my mind.

Um, I would say that
as of this moment,

you have sufficiently completed
the necessary checklists

in the prescribed timeline.

But the next month
will be crucial.

Comforting?

- Not really.
- Mm.

Anything I can help with
on the distraction front?

Oh, no.

Was your former girlfriend
fully on board

with your dreams to move to LA?

Yeah.
Totally.

At first.

We were in love.

We thought as long
as we were together,

everything would
work itself out.

Feels naive now
to think that somehow,

we could overcome wanting
different things in life.

Why?
Are you thinking of moving?

No.

Well, I don't know.

Hey, how's it going with Rodge?

Good.

Yeah?

Long distance is challenging.

But his European tour ends
next week, so that'll be nice.

All units, shots fired
near Tacoma and Lincoln.

7-Adam-15 responding.

7-Adam-300 also responding.

Control, we're code 6
along with 7-Adam-15

at shots fired scene.

We have a sheriff's
vehicle parked.

Driver's door open.

- No sign of occupants.
- Copy that.

We have not been notified
that they are in the area.

I'll check with their dispatch.

Control, we have a door open
at 1701 South Meyer Street.

We are investigating.

Send two additional units,
please.

I have an officer
down over here.

Yeah, me, too.
Me, too.

Deputy,
is the shooter still here?

They took off.

We were ambushed.

I need an RA to my location.

Two wounded officers,
one male, 30s,

second, female, 20s,
both conscious and breathing.

This is gonna hurt like hell,

but I need to stop the bleeding.

Oh.

Oh, man.

Easy, easy.

What the hell happened here?
Who are we looking for?

- Arroyo.
- Who's Arroyo?

He's a CI.

He said he had intel,

but when we showed up,
he started shooting.

What it do, Lieu...

good morning, Lieutenant.

Thanks for coming in.

Ooh.
Old-school. I like it.

These are all the apex predators

Monica claims
she can help us take down.

Yeah, so naturally,
you thought of me.

Actually, it was my idea.

This is my niece, Elena.

She just graduated
from Quantico,

where she specialized
in cybercrime

and giving her uncle
heart palpitations.

He's being dramatic.

You can't break the evasive
driving course record

without getting it up
on two wheels at least once.

Well, look,
if you're looking for speed,

I got the
60th anniversary Lambo outside.

You know, we could hit
the track and maybe...

Never mind.

For the last year,
my team has been chasing rumors

of a next-gen
communication system,

a private phone network
used by the top 0.1%

of heavy hitters
and terrorist organizations.

But because the clientele
is so exclusive,

the FBI hasn't been able
to prove it.

And then Monica made
her immunity deal

and provided us with the first
proof that this network exists.

That is literally
a million-dollar phone.

It is untappable and
untraceable by law enforcement

because it's run through
a private satellite network.

Our first goal is
to get our hands on one,

not with the intention
of making arrests,

but of secretly infiltrating
and bugging the network

so we can then spy
on all of their calls.

Unfortunately for them,

I only had one client elite
enough to possess a phone,

and he and his phone
were turned into a crater

by a U.S. Reaper drone
just outside Syria last month.

This is all beyond cool.

But, uh, why me?

Have a look.

Kadeer Gasmi,
the biggest heroin trafficker

in North Africa and a man
you were incarcerated with

in Paris.

I would like for you
to reconnect.

You done?

Almost.

Hey, uh, can you believe...

Ten more seconds.

Right.

Sorry, it's just...

OK.

- Yeah.
- It's not good.

It's trying to please everyone.

It's full of platitudes
and cookie-cutter aphorisms.

Ten to one, your writer
just had AI take a run at it.

You should fire them
and just write it yourself.

I'm not a speechwriter.

Will you take a pass?

Uh, I mean,

I'm flattered.

But wouldn't your campaign
manager have to sign off?

I can't imagine
they'd be thrilled

that a community activist-
slash-wild-eyed radical

who believes in universal
health care, basic income,

and the inherent corruption
of the justice system

is who they want
crafting your message.

So more of a ghostwriter
kind of thing.

Look, will you at least
write a few paragraphs,

just as a jumping-off point

for the social justice section
of the speech?

All right,
but I'm not gonna hold back.

I don't want you to.

Famous last words.

OK, we have a thoracic trauma,

GSW below the right clavicle.

BP 150 over 99.

No exit wound.

Advise the trauma surgeon
we have a penetrating GSW,

subclavicular,
going to OR three.

You want nicardipine for both?

- Her BP's 145 over 95.
- Yes.

Let's get her to OR four.

What happened?

Oh, a CI by the name
of Salvador Arroyo

attacked two sheriff's deputies.

- You know him?
- Yeah.

Arroyo used to run
with La Pesadilla,

but they kicked him out
for being too crazy.

Too crazy for a narco gang?
That's saying something.

Any idea why
he decided to shoot cops?

No. They said
it came out of the blue.

Lucy and Celina
stay back at the scene?

Yes, ma'am.
Waiting on TID.

Good.
Reach out to the gang unit.

Make sure we have the current
address on file for Arroyo.

We need to get him
off of the street ASAP.

Yes, ma'am.

Everything OK?

No.

A mom from Lila's school
just texted

"Congrats on having
a certified kidfluencer."

- What the hell is that?
- Hell if I know.

Oh.
Uh, OK.

It seems that my daughter has
a secret ClipTalk account

that has just reached
a 1/4 million followers.

I thought you said she was
afraid of getting up in front

of her class this morning.

She was.

Well, she's clearly
not an introvert.

Oh.

Wearing a wire is too risky.

Plus, you are not going in there

to get evidence against Kadeer.

You're gonna go in there
to do the guy a solid.

I am?

We have to assume that
he knows you're a cop.

But our belief is that
you owe him something

for keeping you alive in prison.

Yeah, he looked out for me,
for sure.

How does one become friends

with a major
narcotics trafficker?

We bonded over a mutual love
for Le Micro Brise Le Silence.

MBS.
It's a Algerian hip-hop group.

That's it?
You like the same band?

And because of my natural charm.

Well, the plan is
for you to lean into

your desire to make things
right by him,

so you're gonna warn him

about an imminent
law enforcement operation.

Look, Kadeer's a smart dude, OK?

And without any specifics,
he's gonna get suspicious.

That's why Agent Garza
is going to burn

an actual FBI investigation.

I can't imagine

the narcotics division
is happy about that.

They're not.

But last week, I managed
to convince the deputy director

that getting years
into this secret network

is worth the pain,
and they agreed.

The FBI has infiltrated
Kadeer's New York operation

and are poised to intercept
a massive shipment

landing in two days.

You're going to put
your career on the line

by warning him about that.

And once you do,
we expect that he's gonna

use the encrypted phone
to warn New York.

Right,
but how does that help you?

You guys already said
you can't tap or trace

the million-dollar phone.

It's not about
tracing the call per se.

It's about isolating the unique
frequency range the phone uses.

We do that, and I can
trace those frequencies

back to the server farm
that controls the network.

What?

Huh?

Nothing. I...

Hey.

Does this make sense to you?

- The scene?
- Yeah.

Uh, I feel like I should say no.

Only if you feel that way.

Um, why don't you tell me
why it feels wrong

and I'll check your math.

Fair enough.

OK, so first, the car outside,
why is it on the curb?

Why is the door open?

They thought they
were coming here

for a friendly meet with a CI.

Well, cops park
on the curb all the time.

But the open door
is more troubling.

Uh, maybe they left
the door unlocked,

and Arroyo went through it
afterwards?

Yeah, maybe.

But... OK.

So then there's
the crime scene, right?

They came in the same way
that we did,

but then clearly they split up
when they got into this room.

Yeah, like we did.

Which is how we found
Colleen's blood over here,

and Nolan found Ian
all the way over there.

I know, but why split up?

It was a meet,
not some hostile environment.

Maybe he was using this meet

as an opportunity
to better train his rookie.

You know, clear the space

no matter what
the expected threat level.

Yeah. I mean, I guess
that does make sense.

OK, so let's say that
they did split up

for legitimate safety reasons,
right?

And then Arroyo comes in
from behind, opens fire.

Right now, we're in
a classic triangle position.

We have Arroyo at the point.

Then we have Colleen and Ian
opposite of each other.

The blood spatter.

Exactly.

I mean, if she was supposed to
be getting hit from over there,

then the blood spatter
would be behind her,

but instead, it's on the wall
with the window as if...

As if she was shot from her
training officer's position.

Oh.

You think they're lying
about what happened?

I don't... I don't know.

It... it could be that the
limited statements we got

from two wounded officers
were unclear

and led to some
wrong assumptions on my part.

But we don't know for sure
without the body cam footage,

and they did not engage them.

We... we can't just
take their word for it.

And they're cops.

I wouldn't say any of this
out loud until you are sure.

No, I agree.
I... so...

I mean, yeah, so let's be sure.

- Excuse me.
- I'm busy.

And soon to be busier.

That's not what I need
to be hearing right...

hi.

Sorry.
Fighting a bit of hanger.

Shouldn't have
skipped breakfast.

OK.

Uh, I need a quick and thorough
assessment of the scene.

That's an oxymoron,
quick and thorough.

Well, no one's asking you
to do a rush job.

But two cops have been shot,
and their shooter is at large,

so anything we can learn
about what happened here

will help us find him.

Now, that means a diagram
of bullet paths

and blood spatter patterns,
plus rush ballistics.

Can you do that for us?

And then reach out?

This your cell phone?

Ah-ah.

You call as soon as
you have something.

Mm-hmm.

Thanks.

What?

Oh, nothing.

I think I just need
to reassess your innocence.

I'm just saying.

According to the gang unit,
the only person

Salvador Arroyo ever loved
was his mother.

She died six months ago,

and he goes to visit her grave
every Wednesday.

Adam-15, got a possible
headed to the Arroyo gravesite.

We got him.

Explain something to me.

Why ambush two cops
on the same day

you have a standing appointment
to visit the dearly departed?

Poor executive function skills?

Who's to say why
psychopaths do anything?

Fair enough.
Then answer me this.

Given the guy's a psycho
who just shot two cops,

why exactly don't we have

a SWAT team charge him
right now?

Because we take care
of our own business.

And the element of surprise
is often better

than overwhelming force.

Ever tried to hide
a SWAT team in a cemetery?

Police!
Get down on your stomach.

Arms and legs spread.

I said get down on your stomach.

Yeah, I heard you.

But I'm not in the mood.
This is a sacred time.

You got no right
jamming me up here.

What you did earlier
made this necessary.

All I did today was bump some
uglies and eat some cereal.

And not necessarily
in that order.

Last chance.

Get down on the ground,
or we will take you down.

Looks like you aren't
the only one with backup.

Patrol, send three additional
units to my location.

- Code 3.
- We got a problem?

Not if you get back
on your bikes.

And miss the fun
of fighting cops?

Seriously,
you don't wanna to do that.

Listen, I don't know what you
guys are all worked up about,

but today is not the day
to mess with me.

So either pack it up
and get out of here,

or we're gonna brawl.

Nolan!

Come on.

Remind me to not
get on your bad side.

Hey, how's it going?
Uh, I'm here to see Mr. Gasmi.

He's not expecting me, but
I was in the neighborhood, so...

You really think
the jeopardy is minimal?

Yes. Even if
Kadeer believes it's a trap,

there's no upside
in hurting a cop.

And if we're wrong,

the fast response team can
be there in 30 seconds, so...

Yeah.

- Maybe 60.
- Mon ami.

What a wonderful surprise.

I heard you were finally in LA.

- I had to come through.
- I'm glad you did.

You look good.

Mm.

Please.

So what can I do for you?

It cannot be a coincidence
that I landed in Los Angeles

a few days ago and
you show up on my doorstep.

Look, I'ma be totally
transparent with you, OK?

You... you looked out for me
when we were in prison,

and I feel like I owe you.

Mon ami, I told you, you didn't.

I know, but a man pays his debt.

You kept the Algerians
away from me,

and you didn't ask
for anything in return,

so this is me repaying my debt.

Well, I'm not gonna argue
any further,

but I'm not sure what you
could do that would square us.

I'm a man with few needs.

Look, I know we didn't
talk about your business

in La Santé,
but I heard the rumors.

Mm.

And now that I'm a cop...

look, I'm jeopardizing
my career even talking to you.

Get to it, my friend.

The FBI infiltrated
your New York operations,

and they're getting ready to
intercept your latest shipment

and make mass arrests.

How do you know this?

Because I was brought on
as extra manpower last week

in a joint LAPD-FBI task force.

You know,
nothing to do with narcotics,

but while I was at the Bureau,

I overheard your name
in the hallway,

along with two lieutenants,
Azer and Marwen.

And it sounds like one of them
might be talking to us,

just don't know who.

And that's all I could find out
without drawing any suspicion.

Hey.

Thank you for
looking out for me.

Perhaps our paths will cross
again in the future, huh?

You'll have to forgive me
if I hope that they don't.

For both our sakes.

OK.
Where do we go from here?

Now I go to work.

We spend every moment
of every day

being bombarded by signals
we can't see.

All of our cell phones, Wi-Fi,
and Bluetooth devices

are constantly communicating
with cell towers

and satellites, sending data,
searching for updates.

Over the last few days,
we've mapped all the signals

going in and out
of Kadeer's mansion.

Now we're looking for a new one,

the million-dollar phone.

We just need him to use it
to make a call to New York.

It's a simple question.

Where were you this morning
between 9:00 and 10:00?

I told you...

Uglies and cereal, right?

Will your girlfriend
attest to that?

Wasn't my girlfriend
that I was with.

You start asking questions
about her, my life gets messy.

You are facing two charges
of attempted murder.

A jealous boyfriend is
the least of your problems.

Clearly, I'm not the guy
you're looking for,

'cause I don't attempt murder,
I get it done.

So whoever you're looking for,
it ain't me.

Let's put a pin
in that admission.

We have two witnesses who put
you down on South Meyer Street

at the time of the shooting.

They're lying.

They're cops.

You think that absolves them?

Hell, cops lie more than
most of the criminals I know.

And who... who are the two
that say that I'm the shooter?

Ian Coleman and Colleen White.

They're in surgery right now

to remove the bullets
that you put in them.

Didn't happen.

I haven't seen Coleman
in a minute.

But you know what?

It doesn't surprise me that
he's trying to pin this on me.

I'm not saying he's dirty,
but he ain't clean.

Gotta be covering up
some bad business he got into.

Maybe with Little Miss Rookie.

What does that mean?

He likes to get the young,
cute rookies under his wing

and take them to that
green motel off of Ocean Park.

And from the looks of it,

Colleen looked eager
to play along.

That's all I'm saying.

Guys, Arroyo didn't ambush them.

How do you know?

We don't know,

but the facts are in line
with Celina's statement.

Nothing at the scene
supports her story

of being ambushed
by another shooter.

The only shell casings we found

were consistent with the two
guns the deputies were firing.

Right.

And it's highly unlikely
that Arroyo was packing

a police-issued Glock or
using an old-school revolver.

He could've picked up his brass.

Which, I admit,
seems out of character.

And not supported
by the physical evidence.

Yeah. The number of
empty shell casings

corresponds exactly
with the number of shots

fired by the two deputies.

You think they shot each other

and then made up a story
about an ambush?

The blood evidence tells us
they were shot 20 feet apart.

Yeah, and
the blood spatter angle

only makes sense
if they shot each other.

OK, but from what I remember,

you found Colleen
just a few feet from Ian.

I... I think they
got into an argument.

Things got heated,
she jumped out of the car.

He gets out,
chases her into the building,

- leaving the car door open.
- Mm-hmm.

Once inside, things escalate.
Shots are fired.

Now they're wounded,
behind cover,

and they can hear
the sound of sirens coming,

so they make a truce
and decide on a story.

Picking the criminal
Coleman knew

would force us into a fight,
hoping we'd kill him,

which would end
all the questions.

Great work.

Looks like we're going
to the hospital.

Right after we pick up
a preteen from middle school

and put the fear of God in her.

Copy that.

So, uh, what now?

Oh, uh, we need you
back at the lab.

We need those ballistics
back ASAP.

Right. All right.
OK.

Bye.

- Bye.
- Bye.

This man's got a sledgehammer
for a right hand.

The guy made me run.

- You four busy?
- Depends.

What are we volunteering for?

OK, listen up.

This is a classic
good news-bad news scenario.

The good news is that

thanks to the digital prowess
of Agent Flores

and the silky-smooth persuasion
skills of Officer Thorsen,

we've been able to isolate
the unique frequencies

used by an illicit phone network

used by the top 0.1%
of expert criminals.

- Now...
- The bad news is that

the biggest concentration
of those frequencies,

which indicates the location
of the server farm

that controls the network,
was traced to here.

Now clearly,
there's no visible server farm

in the middle of the LA River.

Which means what, Officer Nolan?

Well, that the servers
are underneath.

Excavated, built in secret,

probably using one
of the surrounding buildings

as an access point,
most likely a warehouse.

OK.

Well, how big of a construction
project are you talking?

Massive.
And massively expensive.

Uh, I'm sure they brought in
one of the, uh,

cartel's tunnel kings
from Mexico to build it.

OK, well, could you give us
your best estimate

as to which building might
make the perfect access point?

If I was to undertake
a construction project

of that scale in secret,
I would target a facility

that already housed
construction equipment.

That way,
no one would blink twice

at how many trucks were
moving in and out of the site.

Right, right, right.

Bingo.
Give this man a raise.

I'd settle for a spot
on the team.

Obviously you're going in.

Yes, but not to raid the place.

We need to be ghosts,

sneaking into the facility
to plant the malware,

which will then allow us
to tap the network,

and then we get the hell
out of there without a trace.

Well, then you're
definitely gonna need me.

Without blueprints, your entry
team would be flying blind.

Welcome to the op.

Not only are you losing
your phone privileges,

you are losing your laptop,
your TV, your Kindle,

even the damn microwave,
anything with a screen.

You are going to be living
like a monk for the next month.

You're not listening to me.

I finally found something
I'm good at,

and you want me to throw it away

just 'cause you watch
too much "Dateline"?

Oh, boy.

Oh, oh, I haven't watched
too much "Dateline," OK?

I have lived it.

I have seen what happens
firsthand to kids

who have too much
of an online presence,

especially young girls.

And I am not going
to let my own daughter

become a statistic.

Are you sure you
don't want me to drive?

I'm fine.

Second of all, you are good
at plenty of things,

the least of which
is unboxing junk food

and rating different flavors
of lip gloss.

Have you even watched my videos?

Do you know how much effort
I put into them?

The edits, the graphics,
the content, that's all me.

Some people actually
find it impressive.

I mean, her tips on

dressing for your color season
are valuable.

For the longest time,
I thought I was an autumn,

but now I'm thinking that

this is something
she can dig into offline.

Did you know that influencing
is one of the few careers

where women
make more money than men?

Oh, let me guess.

The gender pay gap talking point

worked real well on your dad?

No, he doesn't know
about the account, either.

Oh, so you have successfully
lied to both of your parents.

Wow, that... that makes me
feel so much better.

You know what?
Now I'm wishing I did tell Dad.

Maybe he would
actually listen to me.

Ugh.
Why is my husband here?

- What's wrong?
- I need your advice.

I asked James
to help me with my speech,

and he basically
has me advocating

to dissolve the LAPD
and empty the jails.

I'm sure it's not that bad.

Uh...

You can't say that.

I know.

Hey, I'm here
for a prisoner pickup.

We will finish this
conversation later.

No, we won't.

Fun.

- Hi.
- Hi.

My husband has to talk to you
about something.

Good luck.

That's a hell
of a lot of security

for a construction supply
company.

Yeah, just the right amount
of security for the entrance

of a half-billion-dollar
criminal enterprise.

Yeah.

Yes, sir.

Mike, this is Officer
John Nolan from the LAPD.

He'll be joining you
on the mission.

Yes, sir.
Mike Walker.

- Pleased to meet you.
- Likewise.

I stole Mike away
from SEAL Team Four.

Technically, it was the ACL
surgery that ended that ride,

but Agent Garza was kind enough
to offer me a job near my kids.

Who else will be joining us?

Officer Thorsen and Elena,
who despite my protestations,

successfully argued
that her sole focus

on the illicit phone network
makes her the only,

"bad-ass ninja hacker"
qualified for the job, so...

I'm sorry.

- Excuse me just one second.
- Yeah.

- Hey.
- Hi!

Just checking to see
if you learned anything

on the federal cop front

or if you checked out
the apartment link.

Uh, no, not yet.

It's been an epically
crazy day, so...

Well, I might've
made a few calls.

- Yeah, Bailey...
- No, no, it's fine.

I just put a couple feelers out,

and I'm waiting to hear back.

- No...
- But if you get time...

I get it, I just... I really
have to go right now, OK?

Garza, you got a second?

Not really, but sure.

Sorry.

Um, Bailey is taking a job
in D.C., Pentagon,

and she wanted me to ask you
about the viability

of a move to the FBI.

Something tells me you're not
exactly excited about the idea.

No, it's...

I really love my job.

I just am not thrilled
about the idea

of starting at the bottom again.

Well, then my answer's
gonna put your fears to rest.

The age cutoff to
join the FBI is 35.

Oh.

Unless you have
other government experience.

The same goes for
all federal agencies.

And even if age
wasn't an obstacle,

the odds of being assigned
to D.C. right out of Quantico,

nonexistent, so...

Sir, the operation lights out.

Ready at the staging area.

Time for us to
get into position.

Copy that.

John, is your head in the game?

Yes, sir.

Good.
Let's get this thing done.

Operation Lights Out in motion.

Breach team, get ready.

Pursue team will take out
the transformer

in three, two, one.

- Power's out.
- Power's out.

- Guards are distracted.
The field is clear.

Breach team, go.

Heads up, four guards
on your 9 o'clock.

Moving in to check on
the accident.

Hexadecimal code.
Fancy.

Problem?

No. Just gonna take
a smidge longer.

Heads up. Three guards
are reentering the warehouse.

OK.

Alpha team,
descending the stairwell.

East corner looks to be
about five levels down.

Which way?

LA River is that way.

It feels weird not
having my gun out.

Stealth is the whole point.

We get into a firefight,
the op is blown.

There was some kind of
accident up top.

A guy getting chased
by the cops.

Who knows?

That can't be why they're
burning this place down.

Nah, management's worried
the network's been compromised.

As soon as we upload
the OS to Vegas,

this place is getting nuked.

I hate Vegas.
It's so hot.

Not as hot as
this place is gonna get

in about nine minutes.

Boss, we got a big problem.

Kadeer must have
flagged our infiltration

into his New York operation

as a possible compromise
of the phone network.

They're bugging out
after they upload

the main operating system.

Well, can you plant the
malware before they're done,

route the upload
to the next server farm?

I can try.

We gotta move fast.

Which way?

There.

Ah!

That's not good.

All the security cameras are
going to be back online now.

Alpha team, we have a problem.

I know.
Power's back.

Can you stay hidden
until they all bug out?

No. We just heard that they
are going to nuke the place

after the upload is finished.

Not sure what that means, but
it is meant to get very hot.

You're screwed.

No.
No, I am not.

Listen to me very carefully.
We are gonna raid the place.

OK? With any luck, they'll
think that we're a step behind

and that we got there too late
to bug the upload.

You just need to figure out
a way to bypass all the cameras

between there and the warehouse.

Copy?

Uh, that's impossible.

I sent you for a reason, John.

It's time to pull your weight.

- Done.
- Mission accomplished.

Get your asses out of there.
Now!

What are we looking for?

All these servers create
a tremendous amount of heat.

That hot air has to be vented

as cold air is pumped in
to replace it.

The most efficient way
to get rid of hot air

is a straight line straight up.

Hello?

Yeah.

Change of plans.
We're going in.

Weapons up.

Change of plans.
We're going in.

Police!
Show us your hands!

I was really
hoping for an elevator.

Guess we're gonna see how solid
this ACL repair really is.

Here, help me up.
Get her on my back.

Zip-tie her arms around my neck
and her feet in front of me.

Get away from the vent!

Start climbing!

I'm good.
I'm good.

We gotta call it in,
let them know where we are.

Boss, alpha team
is in the warehouse.

Uncle Mike?

- Comms are down.
- We gotta move.

Leave her there.

Get MG to pick her up
once we secure the scene.

Mike, you take point.
Let's move.

Get him out of here!
We'll cover you.

- We can't stay here!
- Drop back.

Help the others get out.

I'll hold them off
as long as I can.

- You sure?
- Yeah. Go! Go!

I'm right behind you.

Where's Elena?

She took Mike to safety.
He got shot.

Warehouse is secure.

Oh.
Thank you.

- You good?
- Yeah.

How's my TO doing?

The surgery was a success.

His recovery process will
be more challenging than yours,

but he's gonna pull through.

You're both very lucky.

I'll be back to check on you
in a few.

I know you're awake.

Even the way you breathe
is a pack of lies.

I'm a liar?
You tried to kill me.

You shot me first.
You shot me twice.

It's not my fault
your aim sucks.

I can't have you
tell my wife about us.

If you would have just
been reasonable...

They both came through
surgery with no complications.

Hmm, that's great.
Thanks.

Hi. I'm Detective Lopez.
This is Detective Harper.

We've been investigating
your shooting.

Did you catch Arroyo?

Where's Colleen?
Is... is she OK?

Let's cut the crap, shall we?

Your story has holes big enough
to drive a truck through.

So who wants to make a deal?

I do.

Wait.

If anyone's gonna get a deal,
it's gonna be me.

They just took Mike into surgery

and the surgeon is confident

he's gonna pull through
just fine, so...

- Thank God.
- Yeah.

Well, I, for one, am not certain

I can get up without
making a sound

unbecoming
a law enforcement officer.

Why don't I go first?
I'll give you some cover.

Hey, you're a good man.

Oh!

Ow.

Oh, man.

The road ahead is not easy.

But neither is
the fight for justice.

We have over-criminalized
our communities,

and we have made policing
a catch-all for societal ills

that is simply not equipped
or trained to handle.

So I am announcing my candidacy

for the district attorney
of Los Angeles

because I believe our justice
system is fundamentally flawed.

And that the prosecutor's
office should play

a primal role in fixing it.

It was a good speech.

And he should have talked
about racial disparities

and sentencing.

But yes, it was a good speech.

Wait.

I'll go start dinner.

I am sorry.

Wait, you're not mad anymore?

No, I still am mad.

But I could have
handled it better.

I could have listened.

I should have listened.

And it occurs to me that
the reason you didn't tell me

in the first place is because
you knew I wouldn't.

Yeah.
Yeah.

So I'm... I'm sorry.

You want to tell me
you're sorry too?

No.

OK, fine.

I'm sorry that
I didn't tell you...

didn't ask you whether or not
what I was doing was OK.

Thank you.

So does that mean
I can keep doing it?

How about this?

We will sit down with
a cybersecurity expert

who will help make sure that

you are being as safe as you can

in this world full of predators.

And if he's satisfied,
then I guess I will be too.

I'm not moving to D.C.

- John.
- No, I...

I've been playing along
because I love you

and I want you to be happy.

But I can't tear my life apart
here to do that.

I'm not asking you to.

Yeah, you are.

And I keep wondering,

why isn't our life here
together enough for you?

I didn't realize
you were so mad.

Neither did I.

It's not that
it's not enough for me.

I just want to go do this.

OK. But why?

And don't say it's
because the job is cool,

because so is being
a firefighter and a soldier

and all the other things you do
in your spare time.

Well, something tells me
you already think

you have the answer to this.

I think you have a
pathological need for movement.

Pathological?

Yeah.

And we have joked about it,

about how you can't sit still
and how a day off for you

means doing
six different projects.

And I thought it was cute,
but it's not.

What are you afraid will happen
if you stop moving,

if you let yourself be happy

with what you have
and where you are?

Nothing.
I am happy.

I just got excited
to go do this job.

Why are you blowing it
all up like this?

I'm trying to save our marriage.

I didn't realize
it was in jeopardy.

Bailey.

Don't hang up.
This isn't a trap.

It's me going rogue.

Tell your boss the secure phone
network is no longer secure.

Federal ears are listening.

Now, if he's smart,
he won't tell anyone

and take advantage of
the power vacuum that's coming.

No. This piece of information
is free of charge.

But what comes next,
that's gonna cost a fortune.

Damn it.