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Previously on "The Rookie"...

Remember the criminal Garza flew back from Vegas?

Everett, right?

As we've been digging deeper into his criminal operation,

an unexplained connection inside the Pentagon.

Hey, Counselor. Harrison Novak.

Hunting my victims, that just fills me up.

It seems clear that we have a second serial killer at large.

I think Glasser is my guy.

They're in my head.

Ryan Dearbourne's misfortune is Liam Glasser's blessing.

If you're implying I had something to do with this

He's dead. Do you know his name?

His name was Martin.

Don't worry. I'm up.

Mm, you're looking pretty horizontal to me.

Yeah.

Hey.

There is no shame if you're not ready, all right?

And what you experienced was deeply traumatic.

And it doesn't just disappear in a few weeks.

It just would be easier to process

if he was a violent criminal, you know?

But he's not.

He's a victim too.

I-I hear you, but listen.

It doesn't matter, OK?

And this is gonna sound cold-blooded,

but in the moment,

Martin Carpio was a homicidal maniac

about to drive a linoleum knife through your chest.

If you hadn't acted...

I was gonna spend the last couple weeks

picking out a coffin

and putting your body in the ground.

And I know this is complicated for you,

but for me, it is very simple.

You're alive because you did what you had to do

to stay that way.

OK.

I need a shower and a coffee.

I'm on it.

- Thank you. - Of course.

Look, you're not gonna have to worry about me, OK?

I-I will pull my weight.

Yeah. If you can, you will.

But what I need most from you right now

is the truth, all right?

Do not push yourself to failure.

Because that failure can get other cops killed.

- Understood. - All right.

I'm afraid I have some bad news.

Given the severity of the challenges

to prosecuting Liam Glasser,

the DA has instructed me to offer a plea deal.

Involuntary manslaughter for the death of Grant Nogales.

What?

One charge? For a serial killer?

And how is manslaughter even on the table?

The dearth of physical evidence,

the tainted police investigation,

the lack of eyewitnesses, the false confession

and subsequent mental breakdown of Ryan Dearbourne,

the fact that Glasser piggybacked his burial site

with another killer's bodies.

OK, but Harrison Novak is clear that

he didn't kill Glasser's victims.

And Dearbourne was drugged into a mental health crisis.

Ryan had drugs in his system,

which Glasser's lawyer will argue he took himself,

even though I think Glasser's lawyer

is the one who did the drugging.

But we have zero evidence

that Malcolm Walsh did anything.

Right?

Unfortunately.

Celina and I went over the CCTV footage

and spoke to the staff at Ryan's halfway house.

There's no proof that anyone tampered with Ryan's meds.

But what about that guy we found handcuffed

in Glasser's shower, stuck full of needles?

I know it's not murder, but we gotta be able

to convict him for that

and for attacking Nolan in the basement.

Glasser claims that Phil Warren

was an unhoused person who broke in and took shelter

from the fires

and that he thought that we were looters, not cops,

so he was defending himself.

Bottom line, it's all a mess.

Look, I'm sorry.

We did our best.

At least with the plea deal,

Glasser will be off the streets for a decade

while we continue to gather evidence

to charge him for his other crimes.

Hey. How's Lucy?

Better than she was.

Not as ready as she thinks.

You give her that tough love speech?

Almost word for word from the one you gave me.

Ah.

How are things with Luna?

Well, I'm still living in a hotel.

Luna says she wants to talk,

but I say if she won't quit her job,

we have nothing to talk about.

Rinse and repeat.

So no one's filed the paperwork yet?

No.

Man, I don't want to get divorced.

But we're both too stubborn to give an inch.

Anyway,

you ever run with anyone

sporting an "ego inimicus" tattoo?

The Night Strike guys?

No, they're always wound way too tight.

What if I told you Bailey saw their tattoo

on a woman at the Pentagon?

This connected to the Everett case?

Yeah.

So we don't know how he's involved,

but a war criminal with ties to the Pentagon

is all kinds of bad.

There's never been a female operator in that spec-ops team.

I mean, she could be Intelligence.

You know, some case officers feel an unhealthy connection

to their kill squads.

Go ahead.

Bradford.

Understood.

What's wrong?

Harrison Novak is coming in to

"unburden himself of additional crimes he committed."

Good morning.

I had a wonderful moment of clarity over the weekend.

Yeah, sure.

I don't get mad at a bug that splatters my windshield,

so why would I get so worked up over you?

I'm not taking the bait, Vivian.

So you can just get to the point.

I heard about the Glasser plea deal.

It's a rough break.

You know, I think the important thing is

that he'll be off the streets.

He's gonna do some time. - Mm-hmm.

It's not really worthy of a press release, though, is it?

Serial killer does some time over heinous murders.

On a happier note, I'm heading over to Mid-Wilshire.

Yeah, Harrison Novak is coming in to confess to more crimes,

after pleading guilty to all the ones I charged him with.

If only you'd caught his case rather than Liam Glasser,

you might actually have a shot at winning the DA race.

Well, thank you for the heads-up.

Mm.

Have a nice day.

You too.

Hey.

Why didn't you tell me that Harrison Novak

was coming in to confess to more crimes?

I didn't know.

Novak's coming in.

He's an attention whore.

He probably just wants to stretch his legs

and get a catered lunch.

Yeah, maybe.

Will you keep me posted?

I-I just got a bad feeling about it.

I will, but I'm sure it's nothing.

OK.

Hey.

Hey.

I'm supposed to talk to you about something.

Bradford said it was important--

important that I talk to you--

oh, wait.

I'm not supposed to ask you about what you did

on penalty of--

Smitty! My office. Now.

I didn't actually ask her about the--you know.

Did you tell everybody to avoid me?

I mean, I might have encouraged a few people

to give you your space.

Well, don't yell at Smitty. He obviously just forgot.

I'm not.

He's getting a temporary promotion

to interim watch commander while I go on patrol with you.

Tim, I don't want special treatment.

You're not getting it.

Look, all Smitty has to do is smile and nod

in a few Zoom meetings.

I already disabled the laptop mic.

I'm telling you, as watch commander,

I would do this for any of my returning patrol officers.

I promise.

All right, fine.

But I want to choose where we're having lunch.

No.

Hello.

Do you think Lucy's OK?

She seemed all right in roll call.

You know, everyone handles taking a life

in the line differently, and there's no way of knowing

how it's going to affect you until it happens.

I want to check in with her, you know?

But I'm worried I'll make things awkward.

And you know she's not supposed

to talk to us about that.

I know.

Because if, God forbid, this goes to trial,

we'll be asked to testify about her mental state.

It's just weird, you know,

that I can't ask my girl how she's doing.

John Nolan.

- I'm worried about Bailey, John.

Who is this?

- You should recognize my voice, John.

Zuzu.

Why are you worried about my wife?

There's been an uptick in searches for her name,

information requests plugged into government systems,

listening devices on her phone.

How do you know that?

Because I'm listening as well.

She's not safe, John.

But you need to be careful about how you warn her,

or you could make it worse.

- Wait, what's going on? - I don't know.

- 7-Adam-15, possible 10-66 reported

at the Hollywood Premiere Motel.

7-Adam-15, copy. Show us en route.

Hey.

Couldn't you have parked on the street?

I don't need everybody in Hollywood knowing you're here.

We're here on the daily, Earl.

You need one of those signs that say

"days since police last visited"

so we can keep marking it back to zero.

Everybody's a comedian, huh?

OK, so where's the body?

This way.

Here we go.

So one of our guests...

he checked out a little early,

and I-I-I covered him with the towel.

You know you're not supposed to tamper

with a potential crime scene, Earl.

We're a family establishment.

Manson family, maybe.

Oh.

- When did you find him? - 20 minutes ago.

He was here when I clocked in at 5:00 a.m.

I thought he was asleep, so...

With two ice picks in his head?

Yeah, I didn't really look that close.

And I suppose you still don't have

any working security cameras?

These haven't been repaired

since the last time they were vandalized.

Control, we got a 187.

Victim is male, in his 40s.

Please send the ME, TID,

and send a supervisor to my location.

Control 7-Adam-100 responding.

Are you sure you want your first call to be a dead body?

We can start with something easier.

Are--are you kidding?

This is right out of the Tim Bradford

school of trauma recovery.

You gotta get right back on that horse.

If you get punched in the mouth, you should--

- Hey. - What?

No, get out of there!

You know he can't hear you, right?

Wait, is that is that the Fernando Valenzuela baseball

I got--I got put that down!

Watch commander's office.

Put that ball away, or I'm coming back there

and shoving it down your throat.

♪ There are some very interesting events ♪

♪ Taking place in the world ♪

♪ We are kill ♪

♪ We are steal ♪

♪ We are bleed ♪

♪ They take our hand and the nails ♪

♪ And they bash it on the shelf ♪

♪ I'm sick of it ♪

♪ Oh, I'm sick of it ♪

♪ I'm sick of it ♪

Looking fine, ladies.

There he is,

the next district attorney of Los Angeles.

Though I hear my case is hurting you in the polls.

These are on, right?

Good.

Gonna need to get the footage for the Hulu doc we're filming.

You're not serious.

I am.

Involuntary manslaughter with a chance of parole

after 15 years.

You could be out in time to see your son graduate from college.

College is overrated.

I never went, and look how I turned out.

I have a confession to make.

You see, last year when I took you to my little burial site,

I lied to you.

See, I told you that some of the bodies you dug up

weren't mine.

And that--

that wasn't true.

If I take the deal,

isn't that the same as pleading guilty?

Yes.

Then how can I, in good conscience,

confess to something that I didn't do?

Everybody in that field was put there by me.

Liam Glasser had nothing to do with any of those murders.

Hey.

OK. This guy got a name?

Several. TID is getting started on his room, 212.

So far, we have IDs for Jack Dawes,

Patrick Sullivan, Roger Neuman, and Ken Marigold.

Let's go knock on some doors.

Maybe somebody saw something.

- Go ahead. - Yeah.

Can I grab you a second before we get started?

Yeah, sure.

I need to call Bailey at the Pentagon,

but I can't call her phones.

Is there something I should know?

I don't know. Might be nothing.

Hopefully, it's nothing.

All right. I'll make a call.

I got a few people in the building

that can get her a clean phone.

- Thank you. - Yeah.

Hi, sir. Officer Juarez with LAPD.

There was a murder this morning,

and I was wondering whether you--

First name, Kiss My, last name, Ass.

Is there a hyphen in there somewhere?

Did you notice anything suspicious?

Look, we're not here for your pet, Mr. Jaffe,

although I'm pretty sure that snake is venomous.

Did you talk to the man in 212?

Ma'am, it may be allowed,

but smoking while using an oxygen tank is a fire hazard.

Officer John Nolan?

Randy? What are you doing here?

I'm on the trail of a devious con man.

I've been watching him every second of every hour

of every day for weeks.

The man in 212 will not escape my grasp.

The man 212 is dead.

Verdammt.

Hey, this is a disaster.

I know. It sounds bad, but I think we can turn it around.

How?

Harrison Novak just confessed to Liam Glasser's murders.

The timing cannot be a coincidence.

I mean, Glasser basically laughed in my face

when I made the plea offer.

It's like he knew that Novak's confession was coming.

We'll figure out the connection later.

For now, let's you and me blow a few giant holes

in Novak's fake confession and send him back to prison

with his tail between his legs.

We got this.

Mm.

Turn this on... and call your husband.

I'm confused.

Who is your client?

Frau Linda Chandler.

The con man in 212 stole her retirement savings

in a heimtueckisch scheme.

He told her she was investing in a Florida condominium,

but it was Sumpfland.

Now she has nothing but the clothes on her back.

Well, we found at least five IDs.

Odds are, he's running all sorts of scams

all over the country with different victims.

It's gonna take a while to unwind this.

- Yeah. - Hmph. No need.

I have located a bread trail

that led me to what the rappers call his government name,

Charles Deacon.

That's good work.

OK, we're gonna need to speak with your client.

Oh, yes. I'll air-bop you her contact.

Sorry, I-I have to take this.

OK.

Hello.

Why did a stranger hand me an audio jammer

and a burner phone and tell me to call you?

I have been told that you are in danger.

Told by who?

Zuzu.

The homicidal AI?

Since when have you become besties with that thing?

I--I'm not.

It's complicated.

But it--it called to warn me that someone has been

doing a deep background check on you,

that your phones, your apartment, your office,

they're all most likely bugged.

And it could just be Zuzu playing games.

Well, on the other hand, I had a fairly strong feeling

I was being followed last night.

And you didn't call me?

I wasn't sure.

I--things have just felt a little off

ever since Wade asked me to knock on a door.

What door?

It was a task force thing.

Something Everett-related.

I am gonna kill Grey.

Why don't you try looping him in first

and I'll act normally?

- Bailey. - It's fine.

Nothing's gonna happen to me in the building.

- Hey. - Hey.

How many doors left?

- Three. - OK.

Well, if they've got a warrant,

they're probably gonna lie low until we're out of here.

Right.

Look, I know I'm not supposed to ask how you are,

but if you need me for anything, I'm--

I'm good. Yeah. Thank you.

Excuse me, sir.

Hey! - Police!

I gotta go.

- Sir! Hey! - Police!

- Cuff him, Juarez. - Yeah.

Hey, Randy.

Randy, you OK?

Yeah, but my bell is really ringin'.

What the hell happened to his accent?

What are you talking about?

Schnitzel, strudel, Schwarzenegger.

What is happening to me, John Nolan?

I sound so flat, so bland, so...

American.

I wanted to keep my MO unpredictable,

so I killed men and women.

I just buried the dudes in a different area.

Didn't want them... mingling.

All the men were strangled, but the women were bludgeoned.

I like to mix it up.

What about the needles?

You want us to believe that you only injected the men

with foreign substances and not the women?

Oh, well, the men were there for a very different purpose.

They were there to be tortured physically,

whereas with the women, it was much more...

psychological.

OK, so let's go case by case.

As we said before, all the men were strangled.

Is that right? - Yes.

Wait. No.

This dude, I want to say his name was...

Conrad?

Conrad almost got away from me.

So I had to...

Kill him with a hatchet I kept in my car.

That information was never released,

not even to the family.

I can see that you want more specifics.

OK.

Victim number one, Grant Nogales,

only one that I actually knew personally.

I would see him when I was a patient at Westview,

restocking the snack machine when Glasser had a day off.

Second was just some homeless guy I abducted

out of an encampment on Sepulveda.

Oh, there he is.

Poor JJ.

Now, this one, mm...

Is not mine.

Nice try.

Where'd you get this, stock photos?

Victim number three.

I picked him up by the side of the road in Carpinteria.

Fun fact: strangled him with his own belt,

then buried him with it.

I have a feeling that little detail didn't make the papers.

My best guess is foreign accent syndrome.

How do I fix it?

And why is he now Southern?

It could be his brain's way

of working its way back to normal.

Your CT scan was clean,

so there's really no immediate medical treatment I can offer.

But will he get better?

Probably, but not a certainty.

Right now, you just have to learn to live with it.

I gotta go. Excuse me.

Thank you.

Well, Randy, I know, even for you,

this is a little weird.

I'm lost, John Nolan.

Without my accent, I'm just another generic,

handsome beefcake in Los Angeles.

Nolan, go to channel 11.

- Go for Nolan. - You still with Randy?

Guten Tag.

Listen, the contact details you gave us

for the woman who hired you are a literal dead end.

She died of a stroke two years ago.

Do you think I was hired by a ghost? Over.

- No. - No.

Let me get this straight.

Randy was hired to find a con man

using dozens of aliases by a woman who was using an alias?

Correct.

OK. Just wanted to say it out loud.

Randy, you didn't verify her identity when she hired you?

No, you silly goose.

My clients don't hire me to background check them.

Right.

I'm gonna take Randy back to the station,

have him work with a composite artist.

I'll call you if we find anything useful.

I won't hold my breath.

How's he doing?

Same.

Still in the Zoom meeting.

I don't know about that.

What do you mean?

Well, has he moved at all?

It's frozen.

Or it's a photo he propped up on the camera.

- No. - Yeah.

Why put so much effort into being lazy?

Wouldn't it be easier to just do the job?

It's his passion.

The hell have you got my wife into?

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

You had her knock on a door.

Now she's being surveilled.

How do you know that?

That's a story for another time.

More importantly, what are you and Garza gonna do

to ensure her safety?

Everything.

I'll call Garza right now and come up with a plan.

OK, but he's gonna see this as an opportunity

to stalk the stalkers.

I am telling you

her safety is more important than any investigation

you got her wrapped up in.

I hear you.

I'll make this right.

I'm sorry. We never intended to put her in danger.

Harrison Novak has seen Glasser's file.

That--that is the only way

that he can know all of these details.

I'm telling you, first Malcolm dosed Ryan Dearbourne,

and now he's somehow convinced Novak to come in

with this false confession.

Malcolm Walsh was just brought up to speed

on the Novak confession.

And he didn't rub it in my face.

Because he knew it was coming in

and he didn't want to overplay his hand.

Any luck tying him to Novak in prison?

Nothing direct, but Malcolm represents two prisoners

on Novak's cell block.

It would have been easy

for him to communicate through one of them.

As a true crime fetishist, Novak would have been

following the public details of Glasser's case in the media.

All Malcolm had to do was fill in the blanks.

But there is one other possibility,

a simpler path directly from the DA's office to Novak.

Novak has been representing himself,

which means he would have been dealing directly

with the ADA prosecuting his case

to negotiate his plea deal.

Are you saying that Vivian was the one

to spill the Glasser secrets?

I can't--

I mean, look, Vivian can be ruthless,

but conspiring with a serial killer

to put another killer back on the street?

That's beyond her usual dirty tricks.

Is it, though?

She was running for DA unopposed.

She had the job in the bag,

and then you jumped in front of her path.

And now she's gotta get you out of the way quick.

Desperate times call for desperate measures.

An emergency hearing was just scheduled

with Judge Sinclair to discuss

the admissibility of Novak's confession.

I bet a million dollars that Malcolm had that request

teed up and ready to go.

I'm gonna lose Glasser and the DA's race.

You don't know that.

Judge Sinclair is a straight shooter,

and we're not done fighting.

Yeah. You're right.

I gotta swing by the office to work on my argument.

Wish me luck. both: Good luck.

I can't believe this is really happening.

Glasser is on the verge of going free.

Wesley will find a way to stop it.

He has to.

Officer Chen.

- Hi. - I'm Joan Carpio.

Martin was my brother.

Ma'am, I'm sorry, but this conversation is not happening.

You killed my brother.

I want to know why.

Yeah. I-I had--

I had no choice. I--

Sergeant Chen, can you give us a minute, please?

Ma'am, you can't speak to Sergeant Chen

while this investigation is ongoing.

My brother is dead.

I need to know why he died.

Martin was a good person, OK?

He was a kind person. He was not a killer.

OK, ma'am.

I'm sorry, but you're gonna have to get back in your car,

and you're gonna need to leave.

Look, I am sorry that that happened.

How could she not know?

The families of the Westview victims were briefed

on the contamination and the subsequent violent behavior.

But that briefing was limited.

She needs to know that I was defending myself.

She never saw her brother in that altered state.

She can't imagine the killer he became.

Well, then show her my body cam footage.

I mean, it's right there.

When that footage is disclosed

is up to the department lawyers.

This was obviously very upsetting.

Maybe you should consider clocking out for the day.

Stop.

We're on the job right now.

I don't need boyfriend Tim stepping in, OK?

Good. 'Cause he's not here.

As your watch commander, I am telling you

you can finish your shift,

but you're not going back out on patrol.

OK.

I've been going through the list of people

our victim scammed over the last decade.

It's long.

How long?

I mean, about--as of now, about 50.

Yeah, a lot of them are elderly, but not exclusively.

I mean, he conned anyone he could get his hooks in.

I mean, the victims were left with nothing.

That's a lot of people who wanted Charles Deacon dead.

Mm-hmm.

This is the woman who hired me to find her con man.

Maybe we should take him back to the hospital.

What? It's not helpful?

No, it's-- this is great.

I'm gonna--we're gonna get that circulated.

Officer Juarez was just filling us in

on the victim's victims.

I've run them against Deacon's aliases,

and the most interesting one is Morgan Jones,

a stockbroker from New York.

He managed to use that identity

to land a house in the Hamptons.

A 17-year-old girl ended up dead in the pool

while he was having a blowout party.

Deacon was initially questioned by police,

but by the time they learned he was the one

that provided the drugs that killed her, he had disappeared.

Who was this poor girl who met such a tragic end?

Paula Leonardi.

Of the Leonardi crime family?

Yeah.

I mean, her father is El Jefe,

or whatever they call the boss of bosses in Italian.

That's her, the one who hired me.

Are you sure?

Right.

So what's the plan?

Well, our plan is to dig deep on Grandma Leonardi

so we can get enough for a warrant.

Your plan is to go home.

It's not bad enough I sound like a freak?

You would deny me the satisfaction

of avenging my tainted honor?

OK, nobody's denying your tainted anything.

This is all my fault.

I called the Fraulein and told her exactly

where the man who killed her granddaughter would be.

I must be involved in making things right.

And you will be.

It's just gonna take a minute to get the warrant.

But when we do and it's time to bring her into custody,

I will definitely call you.

Smitty!

You're relieved.

I've actually got a food order coming.

Just text me when it arrives.

And by the way, this stapler was broken when I got here.

It's simple.

I can't think of anything more prejudicial to the jury

than to allow Harrison Novak on the witness stand

to falsely confess to murders he did not commit.

Your Honor, Novak possesses intimate details of crimes

for which my client has been accused.

Mr. Evers is prosecuting the wrong man.

Liam Glasser is guilty of those murders.

I plan to prove it in trial.

This morning, you were begging me to take a deal.

Plea deal sounds like a wonderful compromise.

Resent the implication that I was begging,

but the offer still stands.

- It is rejected. - OK.

Your Honor, Harrison Novak's testimony

is probative to my client's innocence.

The jury should be allowed to hear it

and make up their own minds.

Harrison Novak is a convicted killer.

A convicted killer, yes,

claiming to have murdered more people--imagine that.

Look, Your Honor, Your Honor,

bottom line, the confession's a lie.

You can make that argument in court, Mr. Evers.

I'm allowing it.

Thank you, Your Honor.

No hard feelings.

I know that you were involved in this somehow,

and I'm gonna prove it.

Your Honor, I've been threatened.

Sir, the defense counsel has exhibited a shocking pattern

of unethical and potentially criminal behavior

throughout this whole process.

So? - Watch yourself, Counselor.

Making accusations in my presence

without a clear factual basis won't be tolerated

and can result in contempt of court and possible sanctions.

Am I understood?

- Yes, sir. - Great.

I spoke with a detective

in the organized crime unit in New York.

According to her, Sabina Leonardi is old-school.

Avenging her granddaughter's death

would be considered a family obligation.

Do we have enough to arrest?

Well, given Randy's head trauma,

his positive ID on Sabina won't pass muster with the judge,

so we're pulling flight records...

Trying to establish

that she's here in Los Angeles.

Sorry.

Randy, can I call you back?

You can, but I have exciting news.

I've solved the crime. Meet me at the motel.

You can prove Sabina murdered Deacon?

Well, n-no, not yet, but I have a bold plan.

I've invited her to meet me in my room,

where I will get her to confess and then

hopefully get another Stempel to the temple

to end this accent nightmare.

That's not bold. That's insane.

Well, as my great-uncle used to say,

where wood is chopped, splinters must fall.

Sounds better in German. - OK, listen.

You are the only loose end tying Sabina to the murder.

You put pressure on her, they will kill you.

Exactly why I alerted my good friend John Nolan.

Better hurry up. They're gonna be here soon.

Any available units in the vicinity

of the Hollywood Premiere Motel?

7-Lincoln-300, affirmative.

I'm about four minutes out.

7-Lincoln-300,

you were advised to remain at the station.

Yes, sir.

I didn't want to leave patrol

without their supervising sergeant.

What should I expect at the motel?

Skip Tracer Randy in potential jeopardy.

Establish a police presence in the parking lot.

Wait for us to arrive.

ETA ten minutes. Do not engage.

Why, yes, Randy.

I had to avenge the death of my granddaughter

by killing the evil man responsible.

Why, yes, Randy.

I had to avenge the death of my granddaughter

by killing the evil man responsible.

Oh.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. OK.

Greetings.

Where is the lovely Sabina?

Oh, there you are. Please, come on in.

Oh, maybe I'd rather be alone.

What happened to your voice, Randy?

Well, you see, it's called foreign accent syndrome.

You see, I sustained a blow to the head.

Oh, maybe that cured me?

Oh, no. What is that?

Might you be able to hit me again

but, this time, a little harder?

He talks again, shoot him.

That'd cure your problem permanently.

This is your own fault, Randy.

If you had just left it alone,

I would have left you alone.

Now we're gonna take you somewhere and kill you.

7-Lincoln-300. I'm code 6 with two 415 males.

Start me another unit.

Gentlemen, I'm gonna need to see those hands, all right?

Stop moving, and show me your hands!

I need an RA for a GSW.

Police!

Drop the gun. Show me your hands.

Useless.

Hands on the wall. Spread your legs.

M-Ma'am!

Gimme a sec.

I'm about to have a heart attack.

Yeah, and I will call an ambulance if you do.

But right now, I need your hands on the wall.

OK, OK.

Like this? - Lean on the wall.

Yes, ma'am.

Let's go.

Randy, hey, you OK?

John Nolan!

I have never been happier

to be smashed in the brain!

Oh, ah.

I have a headache.

Yeah, let's--

let's go-- let's go get that looked at.

Oh, OK.

Hey, how many fingers am I holding up?

- Two. - Mm. So you're fine.

- No, no. I'm great. - Hey, what happened today?

Hey, how's he doing?

Wunderbar.

Dr. Ashton thinks my brain bleed fixed my accent.

That sounds serious.

I'm hoping he won't need surgery,

but we're closely monitoring for worsening conditions

such as headaches, nausea, slurred speech.

My speech is perfect.

Listen.

What?

I might order another CT.

That's your call.

But I'm--I'm pretty sure that's Randy's baseline.

You disobeyed a direct order.

The order was wrong and patronizing.

I warned you this morning. Don't push to failure.

And I didn't.

I was thrown, as anyone would have been.

But I handled it.

You just didn't trust me.

You make a good point.

I know. I--

and I know that you're just worried about me

and wanting to protect me.

I know that.

But I wasn't listening, and I'm sorry.

I'm sorry too.

All right. So what do you need?

You're not gonna like this,

but I need to talk to Martin Carpio's sister.

She deserves to know exactly what happened with her brother.

Look, I mean, you know all the reasons why you shouldn't.

But it's your decision.

I am trying to be a good cop and follow all of the rules.

But in order for me to be a good cop,

I-I need to be a good human first,

no matter what comes after that.

♪ Patience, fine ♪

Hey, where are the kids?

They're in our room watching a movie, eating too much sugar.

Some more bad news?

Well, the DA is dropping all the charges

against Liam Glasser.

The Novak confession was the final nail

in the proverbial coffin for my boss.

♪ Patience, fine ♪

OK.

♪ Patience, fine ♪

OK, so we dig in.

We go through the case with a fine-tooth comb

and prove that Harrison Novak didn't commit the murders.

We'll prove that Malcolm and Vivian were involved.

And then we rearrest Glasser.

Tomorrow morning,

I'm gonna really want that pep talk.

But right now, I just want to

get drunk enough to forget that Liam Glasser

is currently being released from prison.

What's going on?

You're going home.

Hmm.

Joan, thank--thank you so much for coming in.

Yeah.

I-I thought you weren't allowed to talk to me.

I'm not.

But if I wait for the investigation to end

and the lawyers to work everything out,

it'll be a year before you get the answers that you need.

And after everything that your family's been through,

I just--

I just can't go along with that, so...

We were attacked the moment that we landed at Westview.

About a dozen people, including your brother,

they chased after us, and they were so...

deranged from this chemical exposure

that they barely seemed human.

I-I tried to hide in this tunnel, but Martin,

he found me in there while I was fighting somebody else off.

And before I could react, he was on top of me,

trying to drive a knife into my chest.

And I thought--

I thought that I was gonna die, and--and I almost did.

But right before the knife entered, I was--

I managed to twist it away from me, and--

and--and it went into him.

There was no mercy

in his eye--like, there was no humanity.

He--he wasn't there.

And whatever it was that poisoned him,

you know, it robbed him of that.

I'm--

I'm so sorry about what happened.

But, you know, if I--

I would be dead if I hadn't fought back.

I'm--

I believe you.

Thank you for being honest.

Yeah.

I need to come in. I got fresh intel--

how deep Everett's reach extends into the Pentagon.

We need to compare notes in person.

I'll be on the red-eye home.

She set the trap.

Now we see who follows her home.

What the hell are you doing here?

Nyla.

I can only imagine how upset you must feel,

so...

I brought doughnuts.

It's my way of saying no hard feelings.

Careful.

Last conversation we had by this van got you demoted.

Now, I am gonna go and get my life back on track.

You want the doughnuts or not?

Hmm?

It's your loss.

Got jelly.

Glasser.

This isn't over.

Damn it.