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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.