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- Previously on "The Rookie"...

- This must be killing everyone,

needing to protect me

after all we've been through.

- It's not safe for him to be around my children.

- I'm suing my ex-wife for joint custody of our children.

- It's Diana, Miranda's attorney.

She's gone AWOL.

- Why shouldn't I just toss you in there with him?

- Because I can help you.

I'm looking for an exit package.

You give me that, I will get the FBI

to target anyone you want.

♪ Oh, I don't need permission ♪

♪ Make my own decisions ♪

♪ That's my prerogative ♪

♪ They say I'm crazy ♪

♪ I really don't care ♪

♪ That's my prerogative ♪

Let's go, Bobby.

- This is Officer Aaron Thorsen, badge number 14483.

In progress 211 on Spring and South Eighth.

- Out of the car.

- All right, man, all right.

- Keys.

Do you want to get shot? - No.

- Give it to me.

The wallet and the watch.

- This is a $300,000 car, man. Just take the win.

- Now!

- Just got this, man.

- Let's go! We out!

- Damn!

- Miranda took off with the kids.

- You mean she abducted them?

- Tomato, to-mah-to.

All I know is, she doesn't make a 2:00

family court hearing, the to-mah-to hits the fan.

She gets arrested--

- And Glasser gets full custody.

- If a serial killer was about to get

joint custody of your kids, wouldn't you run?

- Yes, but they would not catch me.

She will be scooped up in a hot minute.

- Which is why we have to get her back, but under the radar.

The second we issue a BOLO, it becomes official,

and Glasser's attorney will

hound the DA till he files charges.

- All right. I'm on it.

- Be there. I'm coming in.

- No, you are not. You just got shot.

- Thank you. Nyla's right.

You can't even put your shoes on.

- All right, fair point.

We're coming in. Be there in 20 minutes.

I may need some help with my pants too.

- You got carjacked?

- Yeah.

I'm not proud about it.

These guys were definitely pros.

They had me boxed in before I could even think.

- They get anything else? - My brand new Kawakami.

It's a watch.

- Guess how much it cost.

- It's gonna piss me off, isn't it?

- 800K,

which is what my mom's house is worth.

- You know, the weird thing is, I don't know how

they saw it under my sleeve. - Mm.

- Guys like you always have fancy watches.

- What do you mean, guys like me?

- You look expensive. Okay?

- Oh, okay.

- Um, do you have any advice?

- Conover's unit's up on a few high-end body shops.

They might have a lead on the car.

- Thank you.

- Angela.

- Did you just wave me over like I was your waiter?

- Whatever. I have to ask you something.

Come here.

- Ooh, mama, you come to the right place.

Out of my way.

You haven't even sorted these by color or clarity.

- They're diamonds. The color is clear.

- This looks clear to you?

This is a J, maybe an I on a good day.

- What? - The color scale.

Hey!

- You know what? Stay here.

Don't let anyone see what you're looking at.

I don't want the whole station talking about it.

- Uh-huh. Got it.

Harper.

- Ooh. - That's nice.

- Yeah. That is nice.

- You like this? - What the hell?

- I like this. - I needed a second opinion.

- You aren't seriously considering the princess cut.

- All right, look, this is supposed to be a secret.

If any of you breathes a word of this to anyone,

you're all fired.

- You are literally not the boss of us.

- I will find a way.

- You know, I'm in the shop with Lucy all day today.

I could just simply ask her what kind of ring

she might like, in a subtle way.

- No, absolutely not.

Then she'll know I'm gonna propose.

- Look, Sarge, I can make this so much easier for you, okay?

I got the perfect jewelry guy.

He just hooked me up with this brand new--

brand new stolen watch, but I can get you the contact.

- Where's he located? - That's the best part.

He comes to you.

- Sorry. What's going on?

- Uh, nothing. What are you doing here?

You're on medical leave.

- Uh, you don't want to know.

Let's go talk.

- I called every convenience store in the area.

A woman fitting Miranda's description

bought a burner phone three blocks from her house.

I got the number. - Great.

So what's the play, call and talk some sense into her?

- I doubt she's gonna answer a call from an unknown number.

Plus, we risk spooking her into going

even further off the radar.

- We need to track that phone.

- No, no, no, no, I'm not saying there's no chance

to win, but the prodigious amount of evidence

would simply have to be overcome.

Tell Mr. Everett I'd be honored to join his legal team.

Great.

I'll start drawing up the paperwork.

Monica.

To what do I owe the pleasure?

- Well, I find myself in need of a lawyer,

and you're the best in town.

- Only because you were disbarred.

- Obviously.

I need you to help me outsmart the FBI

and get paid at the same time.

- That is a big ask, but I'll do my best.

- The added wrinkle is, I'm pretty sure the Feds

are already suspicious of me.

- Monica is definitely up to something.

The question is, what.

- Has something to do with Aiden Warner.

Monica played us to get his right-hand man

out of the picture.

- I put the wheels in motion on an exit package

with Aiden Warner.

It got a little messy, but I think--

I think I managed to contain it.

But in order to get paid,

I have to sell out Cooper Johnson.

- Bold. - Suicidal.

I don't have a choice.

I boxed myself in when I made the immunity deal.

I escaped prosecution, but I lost everything.

Now all I have to look forward to is a future

in witness protection, working at a Cinnabon

in some flyover state, and I would rather die.

- We should have known that she was not gonna

be satisfied with WitSec.

She is out to score a retirement package

now that she feels the task force is drawing to a close.

- But why would Aiden give her that?

- Well, she must have promised him something valuable, right?

- Like us?

She told him that she can get the task force

to take down anyone he wants.

- Conspiring with a known criminal

does violate the terms of her deal.

Okay, look, we're gonna act on whatever she gives us.

But if we play our cards right,

we have an opportunity to take Aiden down

and finally put Monica Stevens behind bars.

- Do you trust the FBI? - I don't need to.

I have leverage--a cache of stolen government secrets

that will be revealed if anything happens to me.

- We can't arrest her as long as those documents are in play.

- Elena has been working with our Cyber team up in D.C.,

trying to figure out where Monica hid them.

She thinks she's getting close.

See, ever since Prague, Monica's internet activity

has revealed some anomalies,

several out-of-character websites

that she visits at least once a week.

- Out of character? - Oh, yeah.

AutoZone, Domino's,

The Gap.

She is poor now.

Monica would rather starve than forego luxury brands.

- Okay, you're right. But what does it mean?

- They don't know yet.

But if we take away Monica's leverage, that's it, right?

She's going to prison for the rest of her life.

- Once you're burned with the task force,

there's nothing keeping Aiden from killing you.

You have to trust that he's a man of his word.

- I don't trust anyone that much.

- But the choice is between a dangerous criminal

who may shoot you once you've outlived your usefulness

and a new life in Kansas.

- I will not be living in Kansas.

- Then there is no choice.

You have to roll the dice.

Give the FBI something on Cooper and hope the whole thing

doesn't blow up in your face.

- Hey, babe, when you head out, would you mind

dropping my Anthropologie return off at UPS

on the counter near the door? Send.

- You guys seem to be getting quite domestic.

Does that mean things are getting serious?

- They are.

Can I confide in you?

- Always.

- I think Rodge is getting ready to propose.

- Wow. - Uh-huh.

- Really? - Yeah.

I mean, like, the other day, he brought up diamond rings,

kind out of nowhere.

Like he was trying to figure out what I like.

- Oh, okay. Uh, what did you say?

- Nothing.

The only crystals I know anything about are spiritual.

Can you help me?

- Sure, yeah.

Why don't we do some online research at lunch?

- Yeah, I'll send you some links.

- Okay, cute.

- I think Rodge is getting ready to propose.

- Wow. - Uh-huh.

- Really? - Yeah.

I mean, like, the other day, he brought up diamond rings,

kind out of nowhere.

Like he was trying to figure out what I like.

- Okay.

- Why is Rodge FaceTiming me?

- Only one way to find out.

- Hey, can we do this later?

We're in the middle of something.

- Yes. No. Uh, maybe. But--

- Okay, look, why don't you figure it out.

Call me back. - No, wait.

I got a voice note from Celina

where she's talking about me proposing,

and now I'm panicking a little--a lot.

And I don't know what to do. - Okay.

I'm--I'm sorry. Did you propose to Celina?

- No, but it sounds like she thinks I'm going to.

- Do you want to propose?

- I mean, eventually, I think.

I'm very ambivalent about the tenets of marriage in general.

But if she's ready and expecting a ring, help me.

- All right, you know who would have

some excellent insight into this?

Celina. Call her.

- No, she clearly sent the message by accident.

I can't just call her. - John is right.

The grown up thing to do would be to call her and talk it out.

- Did you hear that? John is right.

Good luck.

Ow.

I'm fine.

I'm fine. - Uh-huh.

- I feel your eyes.

- Miranda's phone pinged at a house around the corner.

- The homeowner went to the same high school.

They must be old friends.

- Well, Miranda won't come back willingly.

What do we do?

- We explain to her she could be charged

with felony parental abduction.

- And if she still says no?

- We insist. The law is clear.

Once we know she's abducted her kids, we have to arrest her.

- How do you wanna handle this? - Carefully.

- Hi. Can I help you?

- Yes. I am Detective Nyla Harper.

This is Officer Nolan.

We are looking for Miranda Calvert.

- Oh, I haven't seen her since high school.

- It's okay.

I failed to keep them safe.

Their whole lives, I let a monster tuck them in at night.

It wasn't until Theo lied to you

that I realized how scared of his father he was.

I can't go back. I have to protect them.

- And you will.

The custody hearing might go your way.

- Would "might" be good enough if it were your kid?

- No.

- Then let me go.

- We can't.

But even if we did,

you wouldn't make it two days.

That's just reality.

And the minute you got arrested, it's game over.

If you go back, yes,

there is a chance he'll get custody.

But if you don't,

he gets them for sure.

- My police contact just called.

Miranda took the kids and ran away.

Rumor is Nolan and Harper

are trying to help them get back under the radar.

- Unacceptable.

She abducted my children, and she has to be punished.

- Well, she will be.

I need to get to the judge right away.

- Told you I'd get you here on time.

Miranda's car broke down, and she panicked, called LAPD.

Luckily, I was in the area.

- Turns out, when the check engine light comes on,

they really mean it. - That's a lie.

And we both know it.

- Careful, Counselor.

I got shot yesterday, so I'm in no mood.

Unless you have proof of anything,

you'd best back your ass up.

Now, hearing's about to start, so Miranda.

- All rise.

Department 112 of the Los Angeles Superior Court

is now in session,

the Honorable Judge Hunt presiding.

- Be seated.

We are back on the record in the matter

of Liam Glasser versus Miranda Calvert.

When we adjourned yesterday--

I'm sorry.

Aren't you the officer who was shot outside?

- Uh, yes, sir. John Nolan, lucky to be here.

- I'll say.

What's your part in all this?

- Yesterday, I was assigned to protect Mr. Glasser,

but last year, I was there when he was arrested.

- Come up here.

- Up here? - Witness box.

It's not your first time in court, is it, son?

- No, sir. - Objection, Your Honor.

Officer Nolan is not on the witness list.

- And yet I want to hear what he has to say.

I've been reviewing this allegation against Mr. Glasser.

Somewhat complicated.

- You could say that, yes, sir.

- But you had a front row seat.

What do you think?

Do you believe this man is a killer?

- Objection. - Overruled.

- We're not here to determine my client's guilt or innocence.

- Correct.

The question before the court is,

what is best for the children?

I can't imagine a more germane question than,

"Is their father a potential murderer?"

Please,

answer to the best of your knowledge.

- Well, it was a complicated case, as you said,

but there are a few things I do know for a fact.

During last year's wildfires, three officers and I

responded to a report that a man

matching Mr. Glasser's description

abducted a homeless man.

We tracked him to a cabin in the Angeles Forest

owned by Ms. Calvert's family.

As the fire approached, we made entry.

Officer Penn found the victim in the shower,

tied and tortured.

While that was happening,

Mr. Glasser attacked me in the basement,

first with a baseball bat, then a sword,

and finally he made for my gun.

- Your Honor, the world was on fire.

The room was dark and smoky.

My client was confused.

- Did he seem confused to you?

- Oh, no, sir.

We were all in uniform.

Mr. Glasser was very familiar with our faces.

He knew exactly who he was trying

to kill in that basement.

- Your Honor, I must insist.

This man is fighting for his parental rights.

His lawyer should be allowed to cross-examine.

- Okay, that's fair. Go ahead.

- Officer Nolan, isn't it true that my client

is suing the LAPD over a false accusation

that destroyed his life?

- It's true that he's suing.

A lot of criminals do that.

- And we're supposed to believe

that you're an unbiased witness,

given the LAPD's well-documented pattern

of animosity towards my client.

- I put my body between your client

and a shotgun blast yesterday.

If I am biased against him,

I sure got a funny way of showing it.

- I'm gonna object to that as nonresponsive.

- Sounded responsive to me.

I'm ready to rule. Everybody, sit down.

The criminal justice system operates under constraints

that do not bind this court.

My sole obligation is to protect the children.

And I find Officer Nolan's testimony

to be credible and deeply troubling.

Therefore, it is ordered as follows.

One, respondent mother is granted

sole legal custody and sole physical custody

of both minor children.

Two, a protective order is hereby issued.

Petitioner is prohibited from contacting the minor children,

directly or indirectly, in person,

by telephone, electronically, or through third parties.

He is further prohibited from coming

within 500 feet of the children's

residence, school, or daycare.

Court is adjourned.

- Oh. - It's all right.

- Thank you.

- Must have felt good, huh?

- Telling the truth often does.

- Hmm.

You know, it's funny.

BTK, Golden State,

they both went dormant

when they had young children to take care of.

Thanks again for saving my life yesterday.

In some ways, whatever happens next...

it's on you.

- Who do you think she's gonna give up?

- I'm gonna go with one of Aiden's rivals.

- That doesn't narrow it down much.

- No, but I have a guess.

- I do too.

You wanna bet a little money on it, 50 bucks?

- Make it 100, you got yourself a bet.

- Done.

- Monica, thank you for coming in.

I am excited to hear what you have for us.

- Always the sweet talker.

- Until I'm not.

- Yes, until then.

I trust that you agree this has been a fruitful partnership.

- Yes, you've helped us put away

some very dangerous people.

- Not that she's had a choice.

- Well, the previous targets were nothing

compared to what I'm about to offer,

which is why this one's going to cost you.

When this is over, I'm not moving

to the middle of nowhere.

You need to promise me a coast.

- We can do that.

- Maine doesn't count. Or Florida.

- Okay, that makes it a little harder, you know.

But I am sure I can make it happen.

- Oh, assuming what you're offering is worth it.

- Oh, it is.

A few years ago, I worked for a major player

in the international weapons trade.

He needed a deal structure to shield his income--

- Okay, so you laundered his money for him.

Who is it? - Cooper Johnson.

- Cooper Johnson.

You do know not very many people

turn on him and survive, right?

- Raid his operations, stick him in federal prison,

put me in WitSec, and I have nothing to worry about.

- You know this kind of operation takes time.

- Months, at a minimum.

Cooper is a killer who supplies terrorists.

- You have evidence directly linking him to that?

- No. - Okay.

Well, then what we're looking at here

is prosecuting him for financial crimes,

and those are complicated cases to make.

Agent Fleming here will set you up

with our forensics accountant, start going over the details.

We'll take it from there.

- What a lovely way to spend the afternoon.

- Did you have Cooper Johnson?

- Not even close.

- Neither did I.

Makes sense, though.

He did push Aiden out of West Africa,

and he killed four of his lieutenants in the process.

- For Aiden, this is definitely a smart move.

But if Cooper finds out she betrayed him,

Monica is looking at an ugly death.

- I wish you could have seen Glasser's face.

- You know he won't leave them alone, right?

- Yeah.

Well, I told Miranda to call us,

and we'll be there the second he starts stirring up trouble.

- Hey, I heard the good news about Glasser's kids.

I wish I could have seen the look on his face.

- Uh, you know, I got a call from your boyfriend today.

Apparently, you left him a voicemail about how

you think he's gonna propose?

- No. I mean, why would I--

No. No.

How could this happen? I trusted you!

- Okay, I think maybe you better give him a call.

- Oh, you should definitely call him.

My guess is, he is freaking out.

- He is definitely freaking out.

- I-I was trying to be clever, you know,

figure out what kind of engagement ring

Lucy might like. - Ah.

Whoa, Tim is proposing?

- No, I--you did not hear that from me.

Hey.

- Hey.

- Track down Aaron's car?

- No.

Uh, his security system was deactivated,

and we struck out at the chop shops.

But I have a CI who fences high-end jewelry,

so I'm hoping to hear from him tomorrow.

- That's great. Okay.

I don't know if I told you or not,

but I'm having dinner with Lopez tonight.

Should be back around 8:00, 9:00 latest.

- Okay.

Well, I plan to be in bed by 9:00.

So before you go, I have some piping hot tea to spill.

Celina thinks that Rodge is about to propose.

- What? - I know.

- Wait, when did that happen?

- Uh, it sounds like he's been oh, so casually

talking to her about rings and what she likes.

She doesn't really know, so she's been showing me

pictures to see what I think. It's so cute.

- They are not nearly ready for this.

I mean, they barely know each other.

You should tell her just to drop it.

- Rodge and Celina make a great couple.

What?

- They've been dating for five minutes.

- Wow.

Taking this very seriously.

- Look, I'm sorry, but you know, a lifetime commitment

is a serious thing, and I just hate

when people rush into it when they're not ready,

not nearly ready.

I'm going to Lopez's.

- Okay. - Okay.

- Have fun.

- You blew a perfect opportunity.

Celina set it up.

All you had to do was casually ask Lucy

which stone was her favorite.

- If I would have asked her anything else,

she would have put it together.

So instead, I play the unevolved man

who hates love and marriage.

Threw her right off the track. - You panicked.

- Look, I've been to war, and my heart didn't pound

half as hard as it did in that office.

- Come, come.

- Mr. Bradford, what a pleasure to meet you, sir.

- You as well.

- Aaron has told me such nice things about you.

- Did he? - Indeed.

He said that your love story was epic.

So I have made some selections of some pieces,

because I think that they would help you

celebrate this wonderful love.

- Ooh. - That's great.

But I-I'm one of Aaron's poor acquaintances.

So if that's the scale of what you have to offer,

I'm afraid we've wasted your time.

- Not so fast.

I curate a very large collection.

So why don't we talk about Lucy, talk about her likes

and what she loves-- besides you, of course.

- Come on.

- Um...

Helping people.

She loves getting to know them, hearing their stories.

Lucy is--she's kind but fierce.

Loyal, but do not cross her, and funny--

funny, but also maddening, in a good way, obviously.

I'm sorry.

I'm just--I'm floundering a little here.

- Relax.

There's nothing wrong to say.

We love who we love because they are uniquely complicated.

So why don't you tell me why Lucy is a unicorn to you.

- Um...

Wow.

She makes me feel loved

in a way I never felt I deserved.

Uh, sorry.

I don't know if that answered your question.

- You did, perfectly.

Thank you.

So what I'd like to do is give this some thought

and come back with some better options, if I may.

- Yeah. - Great.

- Thanks again.

But before you go, actually, um,

I wanted to ask you a case-related question.

I'm not sure if you're aware, but Aaron

was robbed last night, and they took his new watch.

- No. - Yeah.

- The Kawakami? - Yeah.

Do you know anyone who deals in high-end stolen merchandise?

- Nobody would admit to it, but I do have my suspicions.

- Maybe you can put out some feelers.

Say you have a client who desperately wants to get

their hands on that model.

- You mean like a sting operation?

- You don't have to do anything.

Just pass along the information.

- No, no, no, I understand, I understand perfectly,

and I am delighted to help.

Okay? Again.

- Thank you. - You're welcome.

- What?

- That was really beautiful, what you said about Lucy,

and Wesley needs to step it up.

- Tim's proposing to Lucy?

- Mm-hmm.

- Man, no one ever tells me anything.

- Yeah, well, I wish I stayed out of it.

Now things with Rodge are all messed up.

- It's a simple misunderstanding.

Once you explain what happened,

I'm sure everything will be fine.

- Yeah, I tried.

He's not returning any of my calls.

- Well, that's on him.

Hey. - Hey. Can I come in?

- Yeah. Come on in, bro. - Thanks.

- I know you two need to talk, but I need, like,

three minutes to make some popcorn...

Actually, I'll be in my room.

- So I got your message.

- Just ignore everything you heard.

Tim is gonna propose to Lucy,

and I was trying to help figure out what kind of ring

she might like by pretending we were getting engaged,

and my phone went crazy, and it recorded it.

And I'm really sorry if I freaked you out.

- Okay.

It's not a relief, per se, but it's not not one.

- You know, if you would have returned my calls,

we could have had this conversation hours ago.

- I know. I'm sorry.

I-I was processing.

Wait, is Tim really proposing to Lucy?

- Yes, he's picking out a ring as we speak.

Aaron's jeweler's hooking him up.

But you didn't hear it from me.

Are we good? - Yeah, we're great.

- Okay.

- But I need a beer or three.

- Okay.

- Are we sure Aaron's guy is the right move here?

I don't feel like he and Lucy have the same taste.

I feel like Aaron's personality is mostly logos.

- I know.

His whole aesthetic is very late-stage capitalism.

Hey send me the song you just wrote.

My mom wants to hear it.

- Are we sure Aaron's guy is the right move here?

I don't feel like he and Lucy have the same taste.

I feel like Aaron's personality is mostly logos.

- I know.

His whole aesthetic is very late-stage capitalism.

- Yeah.

- All right, here we go.

- This really is a gorgeous car.

- Okay, we need ears ASAP.

- Copy. Inbound.

- Is it done?

- It is in process.

- Meaning what exactly?

- Well, you know the FBI.

They're not exactly known for their speed.

- And I'm not exactly known for my patience.

- They are assembling a massive case

that will put Cooper in jail for several lifetimes.

That was always gonna take a little time.

I've done exactly what you asked of me.

- Until Cooper is in handcuffs or dead,

you haven't delivered anything.

You actually have overpromised

and wasted my time.

But I'm gonna give you 24 hours to make it up to me,

or I'll tell Cooper

that you sold him out to the FBI.

Get out.

- Come in.

- Met with Aiden last night.

Did not go well.

I'm pretty sure the task force was surveilling me.

- Then they know you violated your deal.

- And they know I'm trying to get out.

- If they haven't arrested you yet,

your insurance is still in play.

- I know, but for how long?

- Elena found Monica's files.

Monica hid them in redundant subfolders

inside the base code of several commercial websites.

The Cyber unit is in the process of deleting them

right now, so tell Monica's surveillance team

to make the arrest. We've got her.

Problem?

- They found my leverage.

- This feels like checkmate.

They're gonna arrest you now for criminal conspiracy

and breaking the terms of your immunity deal.

- No.

I have a small window to turn this around.

There's gotta be a play I can make.

- I don't see it.

- That's because you're too linear.

It's time to create some mayhem.

Do you happen to have a clean burner phone?

Do you have a problem with loud noises?

- No.

- Help me!

There are men with guns in my house!

They shot my husband.

I'm hiding upstairs.

1432 Old Ranch Road.

- I'm guessing you just SWAT'ed Aiden.

- No, Cooper.

- And now you're calling Aiden.

- Exactly.

- Who is this? - It's me.

SWAT is raiding Cooper's house as we speak.

It's gonna be a bloodbath. I want my exit package.

- Private terminal at LAX, 7:00 p.m.

A plane will be waiting to take you anywhere you wanna go

with $10 million in cash.

Good luck.

- Charge whatever you want for your fees.

These are all dead to me now.

- The police are in the lobby. They're coming for you.

Use the back stairs, and good luck.

- Hey. Where is she?

- Who? - Monica.

We know she's been meeting with you.

- Oh, uh, she left a while ago.

- She's running.

We're on our way back down to you now.

- She's heading south on La Brea.

Speed up to 50 miles an hour.

There's no way she actually thinks she can outrun us.

- Agreed, which means she's got another play.

- Hi. Keep it close.

I won't be long.

- Oh, Ms. Stevens, I don't have you down for today.

- Oh, Beverly said she could fit me in.

- We're looking for Monica Stevens.

- Uh, she just went back, but you guys can't--

- No, we have a warrant for her arrest.

- And we have naked clients.

- You take point. - Yep.

Uh, okay, let's split up.

Celina and I will take the locker room.

- Right.

Oh.

Please.

- Okay, yep.

- How would you like to make a quick 300?

- Hey.

Uh, no.

No, we lost her.

What, really?

Okay, yeah. We'll meet you there.

Hey, so Tim got a location on our carjacker.

Do you mind if Celina and I bounce?

- Yeah, no, this pooch has been officially screwed.

No sense in you hanging around to get

yelled at by Garza and Grey.

- You are the best.

- Are we really gonna get, uh-- get yelled at?

- What do you think?

- Is that your car?

- Yep.

It's gonna take some serious detailing to get the smell out.

Hold on, hold on.

I know that guy. That's Winchell.

He works for Pierre, my jeweler.

The same one I was gonna use for--uh--

The one I use for me, always.

- That would explain how he knew about your watch.

- That's not a bad racket. His boss sells you a watch.

He steals it. Insurance covers it.

You buy a new watch. You think Pierre is in on it?

- I can't imagine. He's such a sweetheart.

- Metro, we're in position.

You got a green light. - Copy that. We're rolling.

- Hey! Shut up!

- Go, go, go! - Police!

- Get on the ground! - Move!

- Hands in the air!

- Get on the ground!

- Officers in foot pursuit of the suspect

southbound through the houses.

- I got him!

- You okay? - Yeah.

- I'll be taking this back.

- You know that's evidence, right?

- Yeah, I know.

I just wanted to feel it on my skin again.

I guess it's the late-stage capitalist in me.

- Wait, what?

Oh, my God.

Did my phone send you a voice--

- Yep.

- Monica. - Are you alone?

I-I just wanna talk.

It's okay.

You can text Angela when I leave.

I--I won't be here long.

Do you mind?

I, uh,

need to be myself for this conversation.

- What conversation, Monica? Why are you here?

- I've come to say goodbye.

By the end of the night, I'll be gone, or dead.

Regardless, this is my last hour in Los Angeles, and...

you're the only person I wanted to say goodbye to.

- You know, if you're in danger, we can help you.

- Oh, you're sweet, but I think we both know that's a lie.

Your wife has an arrest warrant in her pocket

with my name on it.

They've neutralized my leverage.

I'm looking at life in prison if I don't run, so.

Do you remember Professor Chapman?

He used to say that the law was

by human action,

not by human design.

- I do.

- It really feels like that.

Like, I know I always did exactly whatever I wanted,

and I own every choice that I made,

and yet...

I don't know how I got here.

- It's not too late to make another choice, you know.

- Oh, it is far,

far too late.

The person I was before I became all this,

did you ever really

love her?

- She was terrifying

and radiant

and razor sharp.

Of course I loved her.

Everybody did.

- Goodbye, Wesley.

Hi.

- LAX, right?

- Yes.

Private terminal.

- Going anywhere fun?

- God, I hope so.

- It's none of my business, but are you okay?

- Always.

It's my best quality.

Um, I think you missed the turn.

- No, I didn't.

- Not the face.

- Do you remember when I said you were

going back to work too soon?

- I do.

- And I was...

- So very right.

- How you doing with the whole Monica thing?

- I wanted her off the street as much as anyone, but...

I sure didn't want it to end like that.

- I don't think there was any other way it could have ended.

You should take your pain pills.

- Yeah, definitely.

- You can't reach it, can you?

- No.

- Oh, hey.

Is everything-- are we--

- Yeah, we're good.

Rodge explained the context to me.

And besides, it's not like I never talked trash about you.

- What? You have?

- So I got you a new phone, 'cause your current one

is clearly possessed by a malevolent force

that can no longer be trusted.

- Thank you. I--I'm genuinely so sorry.

- I know.

All right, guys, I gotta bounce.

Y'all have a good night.

- See you. - Yeah, you too.

I mean, what trash do you talk about me?

- All the trash.

- He's just pushing your buttons.

- Right.

I mean, you know that? Or you think that?

- You're adorable. - Mm.

- Uh, do you wanna hear the new song I wrote?

It's called "You're Perfect, I Love You.

Let's Keep Our Relationship Exactly Status Quo."

- Maybe later.

Right now, I just wanna get in softies

and climb under the covers.

- That's an amazing idea. - Yeah.

- Piggyback ride? - Yes.

Whee!

- I'm so happy you're letting me be part of all of this.

Those are really lovely.

- Yeah. - And affordable, yes?

- Yes, and I'm throwing in a friend and family discount.

If you had not stopped Winchell,

he would have ruined my reputation forever.

- I-I can't accept that.

- He means thank you.

Tell us about the rings.

- Well, they're vintage.

I sourced them with reliable friends.

Now, not every bride wants to have a pre-owned ring.

But you said that Lucy loves other people's stories,

and every single one of these rings has a story to tell.

- What are they?

- Well, choose a ring,

and I'll tell you its story.

- What do you think?

Um...

- Ah, yes.

The couple that owned that ring

had a very interesting courtship.

They were friends for many years

before they realized that they were in love.

And even after that, there were struggles,

and there were forces that threatened to tear them apart.

But they overcame those obstacles,

and they were together for over 50 years.

- Mm.

Wow.

- Does that say forever?

- Yeah.

This is the one.

- Damn it.