All language subtitles for The Rookie s08e08 Grand Theft Aircraft.eng

[engines humming]

[birds screeching]

- Morning.

- You weren't kidding when you
said we were riding in style.

- Ah, don't get too excited.
Comfort?

It's not a word used to
describe military transports.

The good news is,
is that the hop

between Vegas and Los Angeles
takes about an hour or so.

- Ah, that's fine.

With Bailey in DC, there's
not a lot to rush home to.

- Well, you know,
my first wife,

she used to say that distance,
that's just a test to see

how far love will travel.

- That's poetic.
- Yeah, I know.

Of the three of them,
she was my favorite.

- Everett give you any grief
after I left the takedown?

- No.

For a master of the
universe/merchant of death,

he's been pretty circumspect
about the possibility

of life without parole.

Oh, here they come.

[hydraulics whirring]

[suspenseful music]

? ?

Marshal Wilcox?

- Yes, sir.

- FBI Supervisory Special
Agent Matthew Garza.

This is John Nolan
from the LAPD.

- Kip Wilcox.
- We appreciate the ride.

- I'm gonna need to
check out the aircraft

before we start the transfer.

- Lead the way.

? ?

- Captain Will Larsen.

Copilot, Kristine Chapman.

- Any weapons on board?
- No, sir.

We stripped down to the bare
essentials like you asked.

- What about Wi-Fi?
- That, we have.

- I'm gonna need both of you
to secure your weapons

before the flight.

- I'll lock them away and
start the pre-flight checklist.

- I can't imagine military
aircraft is standard fare

for the Marshal Service.
- Well, it's not.

But this isn't
a standard transport.

Toxic mold at
the local Super Max forced

the Marshal Service to
transfer most of its inmates

to other facilities.

Today, I am moving the worst
of the worst to California.

- Why is he filming?

- Ah, it's just for
internal training purposes.

Don't worry.
We'll scrub you out.

Bring 'em!

[upbeat music]

Dominic Bozac,
otherwise known as Fracture

for reasons you can imagine.

He was an enforcer
for Croatian organized crime.

Killed at least a dozen

and hasn't said a word
in over a decade.

Geraldine Gage-five years ago,
a piece of rebar

went through her skull
in a car accident,

destroyed the part of her brain
that handles self-control.

She went from
a churchgoing good girl

to a monster with literally
zero self-impulse-control.

Turns out Little Miss Gage
had been repressing

a hell of a lot
of violent tendencies.

Darren Fletcher,
the infamous Captain Cannibal

who was the host of a
popular children's program

until the neighbor's
golden retriever dug up

a foot in Fletcher's backyard.

Oren Majok,
South Sudanese national,

led a crew of bank robbers
who blew up

an armored car, killing five.

Extended his murderous streak
in prison,

where he killed one inmate
and blinded one guard.

Now show me yours.

? ?

- Heath Everett.
No cute nicknames.

Born into generational wealth.

He played soldier
long enough to make

all the right connections
to launch

a private military force.

And he sold
his mercenary services

to the worst countries
on earth,

where he and they have been
accused of multiple war crimes.

- Well, I'm assuming there's no
caviar service on this flight?

- Sorry.

Your caviar days are
long behind you.

- Don't be so sure about that.

- All right,
let's get this moving.

- Hold on.
We're waiting on one more.

You weren't the only
last-minute caller.

Escaped prisoner
out of California,

got nabbed last night trying
to rob a gas station-

Oscar something.

- Son of a bitch.

Oscar Hutchinson.

- Well, damn.

I don't know who looks worse
in this moment, John-

me for getting pinched
during a two-bit robbery

or you for losing me
in the first place.

? ?

[plane engine roars]

- Hey, so I think we
should stop taking Kojo

to daycare because
he wants us to stay here

and have a dog walker.

He wants a dog walker.
He's fancy.

- Really?
He told you that?

- Yeah, I mean, with his eyes.

- With his eyes?
- Yeah.

- He can't stay home.
- Why?

- None of our things
will be safe.

He ate my last PlayStation.

- He knows how
to get your attention.

[phone dings]

What?
[chuckles]

- Genny said, "I'm sorry."

- For what?
[knocking on door]

- [laughs]
- Mom.

Hey.

- Hey, Timmy.

Oh, it's so good to see you.

- Yeah.

I thought you were
staying with Genny.

- I was, but she was worried
that you'd feel left out

'cause I never stay with you.
- Yeah.

- That was so sweet.

- It sure was.

- She's so wonderful.
- My mom.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Who are you?

- Oh.

Hi.
I'm Lucy Chen.

It's so nice to meet you,
Mrs. Bradford.

- Are you one
of Tim's coworkers?

- Um-

yeah, among other things.
[chuckles]

- I'm sorry-Lucy and I are-
we're dating.

- Oh, OK.

[chuckles]
That's nice.

- Yeah.

- I'm gonna go get my luggage.

- Your luggage, yeah.

- You didn't tell
your mom about me?

- You know we're not close.

I-I told you that.

- I don't talk to
my parents at all,

but I drop them a line when
I move in with someone.

- I was gonna tell her.

I just haven't gotten
around to it yet.

- We started seeing each other
three years ago, Tim.

- Yeah, but then we broke up,

so I just didn't want
to upset her.

- [scoffs]

- Mom, let me help
you with that.

- Oh.
Thank you.

- Yep.
[chuckles]

- OK.
Thank you.

[elevator dings]

- How'd it go?

- I don't know anything, but
the hearing was very serious,

and I feel like
the punishment will be too.

- Again, I'm truly sorry
I had to report you.

- It's fine.

I screwed up, Wesley, not you.

The threat that I made against
Liam Glasser was inappropriate.

And if my words lead
to his acquittal

and he hurts someone else,
then it doesn't matter

what IA does to me.

I don't know if I can
live with myself.

- Well, I've got the perfect
activity to help distract you.

- I don't think
anything could-

- Oscar Hutchinson
was caught in Vegas.

He's being remanded back to LA
on Nolan's task force flight.

- Hey, I wanted to tell her.
- Sorry.

I just felt like I needed
the win more than you.

- Fine.

But only because you're
the one Oscar stabbed.

We're going to meet them at
LAX and take the worst person

in the world back to prison.
- Love it.

But first,
let's get some popcorn.

- It's just you call her
every other weekend, you know?

Just how-

How did I not come up?

- We don't talk about
personal things.

- Like, at all?

Does she know that you
and Isabel got divorced?

- Yes.

- But?

- I mean, look,

she's a little sketchy
on some of the details.

- Well, which ones?

The-the drug addiction?

The getting fired?

The-the cheating on you?

The years-long disappearance?

That little thing where
she, your wife,

got shot in the head?

- Yeah, all of those.

- What?

Tim, how-

[phone vibrating]

Yeah, go ahead.

- Yes, sir.

- Where are you?

- Um, running a little late.

What's up?

- Garza's bringing our
latest task force arrest

back on a military transport.

Should land
in 90 minutes at LAX.

I need whatever assets
you can spare

to help the feds cover
the security from there

to the federal courthouse.

- You worried someone
might try to set him free?

- It's on my mind.

The man has his own army.

[engines roaring]

- A lot different than
a commercial flight.

- Yeah, well, military pilots
don't have to worry

about customer satisfaction.

- What's the matter, John?

Not a fan of roller coasters?

Oh, don't sulk.

Force a guy to dig
his own grave one time,

and he holds it
against you forever.

- Try making someone
eat their own eyeball.

- I've never cared
for eyeballs,

but maybe I never found
the right recipe.

- Hey, Bigfoot, where do you
land on munching eyeballs?

- I think he likes you, John.

- [chuckles]
I don't blame him.

You're dreamy.

I wish you could choke me
for a minute while-

- Everybody shut up.

Now.

- Better yet, choke
that guy into a coma.

- I know you.

- I doubt it.

- Oh, we've never met.

But you and your army killed
family members of mine in Juba,

left their bodies
to rot in the sun.

The devil is waiting for you.

I just pray I'm the one
who sends you to see him.

- [chuckles]

[chains clinking]

[tense music]

? ?

- All right.

It's all hands on deck.

Everett's private military
is rumored to have broken

two kingpins out of jail.

We'll have to assume they'll
pull out all the stops

to rescue the boss.
- Great.

Well, I'll just supervise
all of Mid-Wilshire

while you play action hero.

- [chuckles] Well,
I think what she means is,

we're happy to help
any way we can.

- I know what she means.

- Hey.

- Hey.

I know we're not allowed
to drink on the job,

but Oscar going back to prison,
that calls for champagne.

- No, that calls for
fireworks and marching bands.

- I'll get Wesley on it.

[upbeat music]

? ?

- Did I sense a little
tension with Tim?

- Ugh.

His mom showed up on
our doorstep this morning-

his mom, who I have never met.
- Mm-hmm.

- His mom who clearly
didn't even know I existed.

- What?
That's-

- I know.
- No, no.

But seriously, that's-
- I know.

And somehow she seemed to have
no idea that Tim got divorced

because his ex-wife
was a full-blown drug addict

at the time
and disappeared from his life

for a full year while
they were still married.

- I mean, we have established
his poor communication skills.

- Yeah, but this isn't
the same as playing things

close to the vest, you know?

How do you keep all
of those things a secret

from your family?

- Ah, I mean, my mom knows
a very curated version

of my life, but that's insane.

- Curated?
- Mm-hmm.

- When you got photographed
on that hijacked bus,

you bought every copy
of the "LA Times"

within five miles of her house,
and you interrupted

her internet service.

- That's different. OK?

I don't want her to worry.

Maybe Tim was saving
you from her.

Is his mom a nightmare
like Nolan's was?

- No.

At least not that he's told me.

Then again, clearly,
honesty and Mom aren't exactly

going hand in hand
right now, so-

- [sighs]
Call Lopez.

They're BFFs.

- [sighs]
That's such a good idea.

[line ringing]

[phone ringing]

- What's up?

- Uh, hey.

How-what do you know
about Tim's mom?

- Not much.
I met her maybe twice.

Why?

- Well, Tim didn't
tell her about Lucy.

Like, anything about her
or why he and Isabel split up.

- What?
That's weird.

What?
- Yeah, I know.

- Why?

- I-I don't know.

I mean, he won't give me
a straight answer.

I'm tempted to call her myself.

- No, no, no,
that's a bad idea.

Never get between
a man and his mother.

I tried that
with Donovan and his mom,

and we almost got divorced.

- Wait, I thought
you did get divorced.

- Yeah, but not
because of that.

- Family drama
is always thorny.

But what we all know is,
empires will rise and fall

in the time it takes
Tim to handle it.

- [sighs] If you don't
want to be explaining

to your kids why Grandma
doesn't know their names,

I say you talk to her.

- Don't listen to them, Lucy.

They live to meddle.

- And all of your lives
are better for it.

- 7-Adam-300,
I have an in-progress

reckless driving near your 20.

- I gotta go.
[beeps]

[clears throat]

Control, you got
any more details for us?

- From multiple RPs,
it appears that

he's only making left turns.

- I'm sorry, left turns?

- Affirmative.

I traced his route,
and it's all lefts.

- OK.

Where exactly is he now?

- You sure about this?

- Ye of little faith.

[engine revving]

[hip-hop music
playing distantly]

- Oh.
What?

[tires screeching]
- OK. Oh.

[car horn honking]

- Oh, oh, oh.

- Driver, shut off the engine.

Get out of the car.

Put your hands up.

Center yourself
on the vehicle right here.

That's good.

You can stop right there.

OK.

Steal the car?
- No.

I just bought it.

- Really?
You look 12.

- That's ageist.
I'm 18.

I just have a baby face.

- OK, well, I'm assuming
that your baby face

doesn't have a license
since you seem

to only be able to turn left.

- I have a learner's permit,
but I haven't actually

taken a driving lesson yet.

- But you bought
a $200,000 Lambo?

- Cash money, hot thing.

[laughs]

Sorry, I'm nervous.

Driving was super stressful.

And now two pretty cops
are chatting me up.

[chuckles]

Am I in, like, actual trouble?

- [chuckles]

- Yeah.
Your body cam wasn't on.

- Thanks.

- So what's the deal
with you and Officer Hunk?

- Well, we go way back.

I keep trying to
get away from him,

and fate keeps bringing
us back together.

- I don't believe in fate.

But then again, as someone
with zero self-control,

it's hard to believe
the universe is

anything but random like me.

I'm bored!

Did you really eat someone?

- Parts of multiple someones.

- I bit someone's
tongue off once.

Terrible kisser.

But all I tasted was blood.

[rumbling]

- Problem?

- Just made a slight
course change.

It's probably nothing, but
I'm gonna check it out anyway.

What's going on?

- I don't know.
Chapman just passed out.

We need to put down ASAP.

- Breathing and pulse are slow.

Pupils are dilated.

This is some form of narcotic.

- I need to call the tower,
get permission

to divert to Bakersfield.

- No, no, that's a negative.
We are 30 minutes out of LAX.

She can make it.
It's not an OD.

- What are you, a doctor?
She needs medical attention!

- This flight is full of
highly dangerous prisoners, OK?

So we are not deviating from
the flight plan for any reason.

- This is my aircraft.

If I say we land,
we're landing.

- What is going on here, huh?
Why are you so upset?

What's really going on?

- Nothing!
Look, she needs help.

You don't understand.
I have to land in Bakersfield.

- Everett's people
got to you, didn't they?

- No.
- Yes, they did.

What did they do, huh?
Buy you off, huh?

Or did they threaten you
in some-

- They have my family.

- OK, listen to me.

I understand
your situation, OK?

You want me to be
straight with you?

Your family is dead
without my help.

Because there's no way
that Everett's gonna let you

walk away from this, OK?

So just give me the gun
so I can help

get your family rescued, OK?

- I can't.

Everett's connections
run deep inside the military.

He has ears
and eyes everywhere.

- Yeah, but he doesn't have
ears and eyes inside the LAPD.

Now, give me the gun
before it's too late

to save your family.

Give me the gun, Captain, now!

[dramatic music]

- I'm sorry.
I didn't know what else to do.

- Save your sorries for later.

[line ringing]

- Hey.
Everything OK?

- No.
You got someone you can trust

in the state police?

- Yeah, Kate Mackey's
good people.

What's up?
- This needs to be close hold.

There is a team of black op
mercs staged somewhere

outside of
Meadows Field Airport.

Everett compromised our pilot
to get him to put down there.

But before Staties
can make a move,

I need you to mobilize SWAT
to rescue our pilot's family,

who are currently being
held hostage in Monterey Park.

OK?
- Send me the details.

I'll have Bradford
put it together.

He'll keep it need-to-know.

- Good.

- We knew Everett
had resources,

but for his people
to be able to turn

all this around
in eight hours-

- I know.
It's sobering.

And it's clear that he's got
a plan B ready and waiting, OK?

So we need to double our
security presence at LAX.

- On it.
[sighs]

[line beeps]

7-Lincoln-100.

Go to channel 21.

- Go for it, Bradford.

- You in the shop?

- Headed to LAX.

You asked for personnel.

I figured I'd send you
the best.

- I need you to reroute
and coordinate with Metro.

We have an active hostage
situation in Monterey Park.

- This connected
to the current op?

- Yeah, pilot's family.

So it needs to happen ASAP
and be kept very quiet.

Details to follow.

[suspenseful music]

? ?

- Go, go, go.

[rapid gunfire]

- Clear!

- Package is secure.

- Your family's safe.

- Oh, thank God.

- Everything OK?
- No.

Everett leveraged our pilot.

Metro just rescued his family,
who was being held hostage.

And I got state police
chasing down a team

that Everett had staged
in Bakersfield.

- All right, look.

A gun is a recipe for disaster
with these guys, all right?

Give me that.
I'll lock it up.

How long until we land at LAX?

- 20 minutes.

- Is she OK?
- Yeah.

I just drugged her coffee
with a sedative.

She'll wake up
in an hour or so.

- What am I gonna do
with the pilot?

- He still needs to
help us land this thing.

And I have faith
that Captain Larsen here

is gonna do the right thing
by us, right,

now that his family is safe,
right?

- Yes, sir.

- Good.
I got this.

- Everything good?

- The pilot's been compromised,
but Garza handled it.

We land in 20.

- Problem?

- Nothing we can't handle.

- Love the confidence.

[tense music]

- OK, that was not cool.

- I know.
I'm sorry.

I just couldn't handle
her constant judgment

of my parenting.

- And you thought sending
her to me was the solution?

- Well, why not?

It's been ages.

Plus, in her mind, you are
the handsome, successful son,

and I am the daughter who
can't get her life together.

- Because I set boundaries.

- You set a barbed wire fence

in front of a field of
landmines in front of a moat.

- Come on.
You know how Mom is.

When you told her
about your divorce,

she couldn't get out
of bed for a week.

There have been a lot
of upsetting things in my life

she doesn't need to know about.

- Yeah, but a lot
of good things too.

- [sighs]
Mom's calling.

I don't have time for this.

- If you have time
to talk to me,

you have time to talk to her.

Answer it.

- Hey, Mom.

Uh, I'm working.
Everything OK?

- Yes.
Yes.

Um, just a quick question.
- OK.

- I was tidying up around
the house, doing some laundry.

And I couldn't help but notice,

the girl that you're seeing,
Linda-

- Lucy.

- Lucy-does she live here?

- Yeah, she does.

- So this is serious?

- Very.

- Why didn't you tell me?

- Uh...

Mom, I'm sorry,
but I gotta go.

We'll talk tonight.

- So how exactly
does an 18-year-old

afford a Lamborghini?

- I'm a businessman.

I am.

I provide IT services
for my dumbass neighbors.

One of them pulled me
out of bed yesterday,

desperate to have me set up
a Bitcoin wallet for them.

Had a huge payday
coming in last minute.

- Sounds super legal.

- What do I care?
He offered me 10%.

- Of how much?

- 5 mil.

- Why don't you tell us more
about this neighbor of yours?

- Hey, South Sudan.

Better say that
little prayer now.

[phone ringing]

There won't be time later.

- Not a good time.

- Hey, somebody on
your plane is dirty.

- Yeah, we know-the pilot.
We got it handled.

- No, no. It's the
U.S. Marshal, Kip Wilcox.

He just received a massive
Bitcoin transfer this morning.

- Wilcox!

[gunshot bangs]
- Ahh!

[tense music]
[muffled shouting]

[gunshot bangs]

[engine rumbles]

- Where's the gun safe?
- Warning.

- It's in the back!

? ?

[gunshots]

[alarm blaring]

? ?

- Warning.

- Mayday, mayday, JPATS 4-7,

we're losing power
and altitude fast.

We're not gonna make it to LAX.

We're going down.

I repeat, we are going down!

[dramatic music]

[engine revving]

[sirens wailing]
[helicopter whirring]

[tense music]

[sirens blaring distantly]
[tires screech]

[passengers coughing]

- Everybody stay down,
stay down!

Let's go!
Let's go!

? ?

- Hope you said that prayer.

[gunshot]
Let's move!

- Hey, dumbass,
you should let us go.

- Shoot him.
- Think about it.

The entire law
enforcement community

is about to descend
on this place.

You really want 'em
all chasing you?

Or would you rather release
a bunch of chaos agents,

help split their focus?

- All right, do it.
Come on, let's go!

- Come on!
Let's go!

- Come on!

- [smooches]

[giggles]

- Let's move, move, move!

- Bye, John.

I hope I never see you again.

No hard feelings.
- Come on!

- Hey, Everett, give me a hand!

I think my leg is broken.

- Kill 'em all.

- [screams]
[gunfire]

[gunfire]

[tires squealing]

- Thanks.
- You OK?

- Pilot survive?
- No.

Come on.
Let's get off this thing.

Come on.
- [groans]

- Let's go, let's go.
Come on, come on!

Watch the flames.
Watch your head.

- [grunting]

[sirens wailing]

- How bad is it?
Is Nolan-

- I don't know yet.

Pilot managed to put it
down in the river,

but I'm not sure what
the casualty rate is.

- Thank God.
You two OK?

- We'll live.

But there are five dead
on that plane

and multiple prisoners
on the loose,

freed by Everett's mercenaries.

They got away in
two black SUVs,

so clearly,
they're gonna switch cars

at some place, somewhere.

- OK, who are the other
escaped prisoners?

- A Croatian enforcer
named Bozac, Captain Cannibal,

Geraldine Gage, and-

- Don't say Oscar.
- And Oscar.

Luckily enough, all
the prisoners were outfitted

with a GPS wristband.

- Which they
immediately took off.

- Absolutely.

At least the data should give
us a direction of escape

before they did.

Attention, all units.

This is a citywide
tactical alert.

- It's Garza.

I need an immediate
federal command center set up

to coordinate a manhunt.

- OK, should we hit
the streets and freelance

or focus on
individual prisoners?

- Well, I mean,
I say we do both.

Every unit choose an inmate
to become an expert on,

maintain flexibility.
- Agreed.

- We'll take
the Croatian enforcer.

I have a good CI on the inside.

- We'll take Geraldine.

- All right, I'll take
Captain Cannibal and Oscar.

- You sure you're up for it?
- 100%.

- You'll ride with me
so I can keep an eye on you.

Plus, I need someone to drive

while I coordinate
the response.

- Garza and I'll keep
our focus on Everett.

Over here.

- Tim, one last thing.

I want you to put your military
hat back on for me, OK?

How does Everett play
this thing out?

- Well, it's a binary decision.

Run or hide.

I mean, clearly, he's got
almost infinite resources,

which strongly suggest
he'll run,

get out of town
as fast as he can.

But that comes
with extensive risks,

given the massive amount
of state and federal resources

mobilizing to catch him.

- You think he'll go to ground?

- It's the unexpected play.

I have to imagine he has
safe houses in LA he can use.

What do you think?

- I think Heath Everett
believes himself

to be the smartest guy
in every room.

So, yeah, he's gonna get a big
kick out of lying low in style

while hundreds of cops
run around in the hot sun,

looking for him.

That's a good call.

- Hey, lovies.
It's your girl, Myka.

First of all, I really
appreciate all the feedback

about some of my content
coming across

as "privileged" or
"out of touch."

And that's why today,
during my hydrafacial,

I held space in my heart
for all of the people

who don't have access
to facials.

And now I'm grabbing
a bite to eat.

[chuckles]

Wait, ew.
Oh, my God.

Look at this feral woman.

[laughs]

She looks so ridiculous.

I can't believe she's out
in public like this.

Oh, my God.

- Give me your sweatshirt.

- Um, I'm sorry.

Are you high-key delulu?

This is an exclusive collab.

And they didn't pay
uggo normies to wear it.

They paid me to wear it.

So you go-oh!

[crowd gasping]

Oh, my face!

Oh, my God!

- Oh, my God, rainbows.

I love rainbows.

Are you talking
to all these people?

- Yes, they're my followers.

What are you doing?

- [laughs]
I want followers.

Will you be my followers?

- You are crazy.

She's crazy!

- I was found mentally
competent to stand trial.

Dumplings!
- Oh my god!

- Mm!
- Are you getting this?

She's so crazy.
She just-

- Ooh, found Geraldine.

She snatched a girl's phone
during a live stream.

- Oh.
Can you tell where they are?

- It looks like the
Rice Balls of Fire Food Truck.

You know that one?
- Yeah.

See if you can find out where
exactly they're parked today.

- Oscar's GPS bracelet was
cut off five minutes ago

10 blocks from here.

And Captain Cannibal's was
cut off in the same place.

- Well, they're
traveling together,

and they're headed our way.

- 7-Adam-100,
reports of two men

in orange jumpsuits

stealing clothes
on East 12th and Maple.

- That's gotta be them.

[siren wailing]
- All right.

Control,
we're five blocks away.

Show us responding.

- Son of a bitch.
That's him.

Oscar!

Move, and I shoot!

- Some days are lucky-

for me, I mean.

You seem to be having quite
the unlucky streak, John.

- It's a locked gate.

We'll have it opened.

You'll be in cuffs.

- Well, that may be so, but you
guys have bigger fish to fry.

Captain Cannibal just went
in that church over there.

He seemed kind of hungry.

[distant screams]

- [panting]

This isn't over, Oscar.

[screams continue]

[people screaming]

[tense music]

- Move, move, move.

- Go.

? ?

[indistinct shouting]

? ?

- [sobbing]

- Come on.
Let's go.

Go on.

Go outside.

[distant metal slamming]

[people panicking indistinctly]

Let's go, let's go,
let's go.

Go outside.
Outside.

- [screaming]
Ahh!

Oh, my God!

- Hey! Get off!

? ?

- [grunts]
- Don't move!

- Oh.

[laughs]
No problem.

I got my snack.
Mmm.

- All right,
I have to focus now,

which is kind of hard for me,
but if I want

to stay out of prison,
I have to find a place to hide.

Where do y'all
think I should hide?

[siren whooping]

Not fair!

[tense music]

- Oh, jeez!
- Hey!

- [giggling]

- Ugh.
- I'm going.

Hey!

? ?

Did you see?

- Where'd she go?
- I lost her.

- Ah, check the feed.

- Damn it.

She logged off.
- Oh.

? ?

- Thanks.
I owe you big time.

Bozac's been in jail for
so long, most of his crew

has been killed or in prison,

but there's an old safe house
still operating in West Adams.

- Let's go check it out.

- You can't beat yourself up.

- No?
Watch me.

We knew, right?

We knew that Everett had
almost infinite resources.

- And we went the extra mile
on every aspect

of our security protocols.

Sometimes you just get
outspent and outhustled.

The only thing that matters
is running him down quickly

before anyone else gets hurt.

I assume you're monitoring
the phone network?

- Of course.

But if we use it
to grab Everett,

we are gonna risk
burning it as a resource.

- Isn't that
tomorrow's problem?

- No, not when tomorrow,
we might be able

to use it to thwart
a terrorist attack

or stop an assassination.
No.

- Then we figure a way to
corroborate the information

we get from them.

We could have got it from
any alternative source.

We gotta try.

- Elena, I want
real-time surveillance

on the network, OK?

Focus it on Everett.

No, I know.
I know. I know.

Just-just do what I say, OK?

OK.

[dog barking]

- Control, show us Code-6
at 27th and Kenwood.

- [yells]
- [gasps]

[yelling, grunting]

[glass shatters]

[engine revs, tires squeal]

[tires screech]

- Angela, are you OK?

- I will be once we get
this beast in handcuffs.

[dog barking]

[all grunting]

[handcuffs click]

- Control, we have escaped
prisoner Bozac in custody,

Code-4.

Send additional units
and an RA.

[helicopter whirring]

- We're landing in
position now, Elena, OK?

Just wait on my call.

Is everyone in place?

- Yeah.

You sure this is gonna work?

If we have to go
in and get him,

it's going to be a bloodbath.

- It'll work.

All Elena's gonna do
is reach out

to confirm that address is
one owned by a shell company

we know Everett controls.

Once that happens,
he's gonna get a heads up.

They'll all bug out,

assuming we're miles away
from here, so-

- True.

But they are all armed
for war and willing to fight.

- That's why we brought
the sound cannon.

Elena, make the call.

[tense music]

? ?

[siren wailing]

[tires squealing]

[sound cannon blaring]

[sirens blaring distantly]

- Hands where I can see them!
- Damn. OK.

OK, no need to shoot.
I give up.

- So get up here,
in front of the truck.

Get your hands on the hood.

Didn't think we knew
about the tunnels that

connect the buildings, huh?
- Nope.

Oh.
Relax! Relax!

I just wanna make you
an offer I don't think

you're gonna want
anyone else to hear

- Save your breath.

I don't take bribes.

- 10 grand is a bribe.

10 million is a lifestyle.

And 10 million more
if I'm still free in a year.

- Not interested.

- You really should
think a little

before you speak, Sergeant.

This is untraceable money
in a Cayman Island account.

All you have to do is
let me walk out of here.

You tell them I got
the better of you and escaped.

And then you go from
Sergeant Bradford, poor person,

to George Clooney
on the Amalfi Coast.

- And I can trust you'll just
pay me after I let you go?

That's insulting.

How stupid do you think I am?
- [laughs]

No, what's insulting
is that you think

10 million means
anything to me.

That's a parking ticket!

I'm worth billions.

What means something
to me is my word.

That you can take to the bank,
along with the $10 million.

- Here's the thing, Everett.

I'm a simple guy.

I like where I live
and what I do.

I don't need that
kind of money.

I don't even want it.

Maintaining my integrity?

That's priceless.

- You're making a mistake.

- I make them every day.

- Yeah, well, trust me,

this mistake will come back
to haunt you.

You have my word on that.

- What are you building,
Geraldine?

- My friend Marsha's house.
[grunts]

It's where I wished I lived
when I was little.

- Why?
- My house was small and noisy.

I got punished a lot.

- Control, we're Code-6
at Holmby Park.

Eyes on fugitive
Geraldine Gage.

Send backup.
- Copy that.

- She has a knife.
- Yeah, no, we see it.

We're not gonna let her
use it, I promise.

Hey, can everybody
get back, please?

- All right,
so what's the game plan?

- Yeah, we're gonna do
this really carefully.

- I can ask my mom if you can
come over and go in our pool.

We have a slide
and a diving board.

- No one likes a showoff,
Riley.

But I haven't been
swimming in forever.

- Oh, hey.
Sorry.

We're not actually
here for you.

We're here to take the girls
for ice cream.

- Yeah!
- Yeah!

- What?
I want ice cream.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

You can't come with us 'cause
you're holding that knife.

[all grunting]

- Hands behind your back.

- I really wanted
that ice cream.

[handcuffs clicking]

- You know, maybe we'll
stop by a drive-through

on the way to the station.

- Aw, thanks.

You wanna ride in the back
with me and make out?

- There is nothing like
a day on the job

to remind you how quickly
life can change.

- Seriously.

- I mean, Geraldine became
a completely different person

in the blink of an eye.

- I mean, I'd say
she became her true self,

you know, without all
the filters and restraints

that we all put on.
- All right.

Sure, but those filters
and restraints are necessary.

Society falls
apart without them.

- I agree, but
you can't tell me

that most of those
restraints aren't driven

by a sense of fear,
you know, fear of being judged,

fear of failure.
I don't know.

Maybe the world would be
a better place if more of us

stood up and spoke out.
[sighs]

- Some of us.

If some of us spoke out,
like your boyfriend.

- Oh, I totally forgot
about that.

His mom is in our house.

- What are you gonna do?

- I should let Tim handle it.

I know.
I know.

- I can't believe
Oscar got away.

- I don't wanna talk about it.

- Harper.

You got a minute?

- [sighs]

This is it, isn't it?

IA's decision came down?

- Yeah.

We should probably
go somewhere private.

- Nope.
Just tell me now.

Am I out?

- No.

- Thank God.

- But you have been removed
from the Detective Bureau.

- What?

- Starting tomorrow,
you're back on patrol duty.

- For how long?

- Until further notice.

- Is this a demotion?
- No, no.

No, you're still a detective.

You'll just be back in uniform.

- [sighs]

- Hey, this is a test.

Keep your head down,
and I mean way down.

Don't give them an opportunity

to kick you off
the force for good.

- I understand.

- I'm sorry.

- He's right.

You'll get through this.

I'll help you.

- Does that mean you'll get
back into uniform with me?

- God, no.
- [sighs]

- Let's get cleaned up and find
the fanciest restaurant in town

to drown our sorrows in.

The husbands can
watch the kids.

[door clicks]

- Timmy, is that you?

- Um, no, Mrs. Bradford,
it's me.

Tim is still finishing up
at the office.

It's been a busy day.

- I saw the news.
Is everyone OK?

- Mostly, yeah.

Can I help in here?

- Yes, please.

You can help me chop
those vegetables.

- Yeah.
- Please call me Joy.

- OK, I will.

- You know, I'm glad that
it's just the two of us.

- Yeah?

- Yeah, 'cause I want to
apologize for this morning.

- Well, that was
fully Tim's fault.

- Oh, I don't think so.

You know about Tim's father.

- Yeah, I do.

I'm so sorry.

That must have been awful.

- Even worse for Tim.

It's interesting.

Even as a child,
he was a protector.

And the first people
he would protect

would be me
and his sister, right?

And sometimes Tim
would jump in, literally.

And he'd force his father
to take all that anger

and turn it toward him.

And more often than not,
I would let him.

- That-

you were being abused.

You were terrified.

That's-that is
not your fault.

- No, I should have
been the protector.

It was my job, not his.

And that's why he doesn't
tell me things.

Because he doesn't think
I can handle any drama.

So he keeps me from it.

And, you know,

I want to know my son so badly.

I want to know
what's going on with him.

A mother should be someone
you feel safe to talk to,

someone that you want to
go to because you know

they'll make things better.

- Yeah.

You know, I-

I really think it's
possible for you guys

to have that
relationship still.

But maybe the first step
could be,

you know,
telling him how you feel.

[door clicks]
- Hey.

Sorry I'm late.

Should we order-

oh, hey.
- Hey.

- Everything all right?

- Yeah.
Yeah.

No, it will be.

I'm just gonna-

I'm gonna-I'm gonna get
changed before dinner.

OK?
- OK.

Yeah.

[Angelo De Augustine's
"Santa Barbara"]

? ?

What happened?

- Oh, Timmy,
I would love to talk.

- ? Oh, my love,
I'm lost again ?

? Though I try ?

- [sighs]
- ? When will I win? ?

? You say ?

- [sighs]
- ? Life's not a race ?

[keys jingle]

- [exhales]

? ?

- ? Except for the hand ?

- Ooh.

- ? In mine ?

- [sighs]

[phone ringing]

- ? In Santa Barbara
on Hanukkah ?

- Hello?

- Guess where I am right now.

You're gonna get
such a kick out of it.

- I'm in no mood, Oscar,
but thank you for giving me

a phone number to track.

- Come on, John.

We both know I'm not gonna
be anywhere near this phone

by the time you get a warrant
and start tracking my location.

So guess.

- Well, I'm hoping
you're in hell,

being flayed alive
by cockroaches

made of razor blades.

- Wow.

Well, that's both creative
and super dark.

No, I'm in the trunk of a car
heading into the great unknown.

Remember?

Like the one I put you in
back in the desert?

Man, in my head, this was a far
more satisfying conversation.

- Why are you calling me,
Oscar?

- Well, I just-I wanted-

[rumbling]

Are we serious right now?

It's just that today's
events have really put

things in perspective for me.

I don't like the feeling
of shackles on my wrists.

So going forward,
I'm gonna be

a lot more careful now,

now that I've been reminded
how much freedom means to me.

I learned my lesson, John.

You can count on that.

You know, when I was a boy-

[phone beeps]

[tense music]

? ?

- Damn it.

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