All language subtitles for The Rookie - 03x04 - Sabotage.SYNCOPY.English.C.orig.Addic7ed.com

Y-You're not listening.

I can destroy your life really quick.

These pictures will go
to every one of your contacts.

Please, I don't have
that kind of money.

5,000 in Bitcoin
or you lose everything.

LAPD.

I'll, uh... I'll...
I'll get right back to you.

Afternoon. Can I get your name?

Uh, Dennis Kern.

Why? What's, uh... What's going on?

We got a report from your neighbor.

Someone in this apartment's
stealing Wi-Fi?

Police! Help!

Can you hear me?

- Who was that?
- Nothing.

Help!

Step back, Dennis.

Hello?

O-Over here. On the computer.

Oh. Hello. Who are you?

Todd Asher. I'm that little
bastard's PE teacher.

He's blackmailing me with pictures

he hacked from my computer.

Oh, well, that was stupid, Dennis.

And very illegal.

Gonna have to call your parents.

Which one do you think
will be less pissed?

Um... my dad.

Great, what's your mom's number?

Sir, I'm gonna need your address

so we can send a unit to your
house to take a statement.

Sure, but I have to get
those photos back.

Please. I-If they get out...

Alright. How about I... Oh!

Whoa. Is that your...

Hey. Good morning.

Good morning. I hope you're hungry.

I'm making pecan pancakes.
Your favorite.

Uh, they would be, except for the whole

I'm-allergic-to-nuts thing.

You are? Since when?

Uh, that would be since the day
you birthed me.

And your flight back to
Pennsylvania is in three hours.

A-Are you packed yet?

Oh, I canceled my ticket.

You what? Mom, we... we agreed

you'd only stay the one night.

No, you agreed.

I'll get that.

- Mother.
- Turn them before they burn.

Mom, this is not
entirely optimal for me.

You know I have to be
hyper-focused on work right now.

Come on. Come on.

Put them right there in the corner.

What's in the boxes?

Well, I thought since you're
"hyper-focused on work"

that I'd make use of my time.

I came across this great deal

from a wholesaler of CBD oil.

Professor Hempstein's Organic CBD Oil?

Relax.

Marijuana is legal in California.

As a cop, you should know that.

I do. So this is what you spent
your money on

when you sold the engagement ring?

No!

W... I mean, not all of it.

A-And what, do you plan on staying here

until you sell it all?

Don't you think you should have
asked me first, Mom?

I told you to flip the pancakes!

Show me your hands now!

What are you doing?!

Lady, I will knock your ass out!

Get your hands off my wife!

Everybody on the ground now!

I-I live up the street. I'm a cop.

Relax. It's me.

Sarge. Good morning.

I, uh, saw the shop creeping up...

I get it.

My dad's a cop. I'm a cop.

I shouldn't panic at the sight...

West, I've been a Black man

a lot longer than you have.

I get it.

Why are you here, sir?

You were right.

Benching Officer Stanton isn't enough.

He's a disgrace to the badge.
He has to go.

But your hands are tied, right?

Mine are, but yours aren't.

So, son, what are you willing to risk

to take Stanton off the job?

- Whatever it takes, sir.
- Good.

See, I've crossed paths with
a hundred cops like Stanton,

the kind that dip their toes
over the line constantly,

but nothing egregious,

nothing flagrant, nothing actionable.

And he knows what he can get away with.

- Yep.
- So how do I get him?

You're going to "keep book."

Chronicle every offense, big or small.

If we're lucky,

the accumulation of
infractions will be enough,

to take his gun and his badge.

Isn't this how Nolan and Harper

got in trouble with Internal Affairs?

They didn't have supervision.
You got me.

For now, you're just keeping book.

When we get enough, we go to IA.

If we go before, we put
your father in a bad position.

Yes, sir.

Thank you.

I won't let you down.

Now, listen closely.

Doug Stanton can know nothing
about this.

Act like his best friend.

Don't give him any reason to suspect.

Only Bradford and Chen
are in the know about this.

I'm gonna assign you all
to the same sector,

so every time you and Stanton
take a call,

they will be automatically filled.

Okay, I can handle myself.

Non-negotiable, West.

If you're going after Stanton,
you're gonna have backup.

Really?

What? Our baby has weird taste.

Probably gets it from your side
of the family.

This is awful.

Full of fat, preservatives, sugar.

It's evil in a jar. Don't even
get me started on the pickles.

We have to watch what you eat.

You don't have to watch anything.

Hey, did you make an appointment
to see my mom's OB/GYN yet?

I'm not going to your mom's
lady doctor.

I'm happy with mine,
just like I'm happy

eating pickles Santa style.

She's a renowned specialist. The best.

I mean, don't you want the best
for our baby?

Wesley, I love you dearly,

but you're so WASP-y sometimes.

I get it.

You're an only child.

But my mom brought five kids
into this world

while working two jobs

and eating whatever
the hell she wanted.

Women have babies all the time.

It's easy. Don't make it so hard.

Angela, I just think that we...

Stop micromanaging my pregnancy.

- Our pregnancy.
- Oh, really?

Who wears the stretchy pants
in this family?

Exactly.

You're driving today.

- I am?
- Mm-hmm.

- Until about 9:05.
- What happens at 9:05?

Actually, it's what happens
at 9:00 a.m. sharp that matters.

Lila wants to take this summer
class at the Music Academy,

and spots are extremely limited,

so if I miss the registration window,

- she can't get in.
- But what if we get a call?

Wouldn't it be safer
if your ex did that?

You think that I can't handle

enrolling my own daughter into a class?

- No, of course not.
- 'Cause my baby wants classes

at the Music Academy.

I... I can get her classes
at the Music Academy.

Is this a repeat of an
argument you had earlier

with your ex-husband?

No.

Get into the shop.

Let's go.

Catch the game last night?

Yeah. It was brutal.

Can't believe they were able
to come back on us.

Uh-huh. Yeah, I believed.

That's why I won 200 bucks.

Anything look out of place to you?

Uh, I don't...

Dispatch, 7-Adam-07,

show us at a pedestrian stop,
Waring and Seward.

Seward and Waring. Let's go.

Relax. We can't be too obvious.

Doug realizes we're shadowing
him, Jackson's screwed.

We'll get close,
wait to see if it escalates.

Hey, bud. Live around here?

No, sir. Just came from a friend's.

Ah. Where you off to now?

- Bus stop.
- Bus stop's that way.

Got any I.D.?

Yes, sir.

Dispatch, 7-Adam-07.

Clear for a party.
Last of Gusta, first of Armand.

DOB, 7-26-1990.

Have you on your way in a second.

Unless she comes back with bad news.

You got any outstanding warrants?

I've never been arrested, sir.

7-Adam-07, Gusta comes
back clear and valid.

There you go. Bus stop's that way, sir.

- Thank you, officers.
- Of course.

See that's the kind of citizen I like.

Knows his place, respects authority.

You know, we wouldn't have
half the problems we have

if more of them behaved like that one.

7-Adam-07, Code 4, show us clear.

This so isn't fair to Jackson.

I know. Having to ride next to a guy,

hoping he doesn't cross the line.

Can't imagine what that's like.

I can.

Look, my first day as a rookie,

I thought you were gonna be my Doug.

Excuse me?

How am I anything like that guy?

Do you remember our first day out?

I was walking alongside the shop,

then those Spanish-speaking
gardeners honked at us.

You turned it into a Tim Test,

and when I didn't translate your

less-than-PC words to them correctly,

- you took my head off.
- So what?

I'm a bad cop now?

No. Not at all.

But that was a bad stop.

How do you think those men felt
about that interaction with you?

You think it was a positive experience?

I'm not looking
for fivestar Yelp reviews.

- I've got a job to do.
- Well, so did they.

They were just trying to get to work,

and then they met you.

Excessive and unnecessary use
of the horn is against the law.

Plus they had several
vehicle violations.

I could've impounded their truck.

And that justified you
terrorizing them?

- Terrorizing?
- Yeah.

Really? That's it.

You know, don't say another word to me.

We're done with this conversation.

It's 8:58.

Class registration is about to begin.

Can you pull over, please? Thank you.

We are not taking any calls.

What if we get a priority one?

Why are you trying to jinx me?

- Officers! Officers.
- How can I help you?

You need to know what's going on
in my neighbor's backyard.

And you jinxed me.

No, I didn't.
What seems to be the problem?

He has been out there building
this thing for... for weeks.

I know he doesn't have a permit.

Okay. Sounds like an illegal add-on.

You make your call,
get Lila in that course,

and I will take care of this.

Alright. Radio if you need me.

- Right.
- But only if you really need me.

I...

- Shall we?
- Yes. Please.

Just so you know, Gary's a bit of a...

what's the word? ...moron.

See? This can't be legal.

Uh, sir? Can I have a word
with you about...

Uh, not now.
I'm trying to find my helmet.

We're at T-minus 10 minutes.

Where you headed?

Up.

Music Academy. How can I help you?

Hi, uh, yeah.
I-I'm trying to get my daughter

into the summer program.

- Is there still room?
- Let me check.

He's a Flat Earther.

Says he's out to prove
the world is a pancake.

No, no. Not a pancake.

A disc within a dome, hmm?

Sir, you can't launch that.

W-Why not? I have permission.

From whom?

Sir. Step on out.

I'd stand back if I were you.

Sir, just step on out

before you do anything silly.

Ten, nine, eight...

...seven, six...

Yes, there is. Can I get her name?

Uh, yes. Yeah. Her n...

- Did I make it to space?
- You sure did.

And when you landed,
you said the Earth was round.

It is?

We're sorry, but registration

for the Music Academy is now closed.

Oh, my...

I can't believe this.

I promised Lila I would get her
into that class.

Well, you can't blame yourself.

I don't.

I-I see. Look, uh,
this could be a good thing.

I mean, a teachable moment for Lila.

Show her that life has disappointments.

Right. Like when her mother lost
custody of her for two years.

Nolan, my daughter knows
all about disappointments.

What I'm trying to do right now

is show her how Mommy
can come through for her.

I'm sorry.

It's not over yet. Give me the keys.

Thank you.

- Are you still mad at me?
- I'm not mad.

Really? Because you look mad.

At least madder than usual.

Thank you for coming.

We keep getting our deliveries stolen.

Most people on the block
are having the same problem.

Sounds like a porch pirate.

No front door camera.

We'll walk around and see

if any of your neighbors have one.

Okay, I'm not mad,

but I am upset.

I knew it.

At myself. You're right.

I used the situation with the gardeners

without thinking
about the impact I had on them.

I c-can't undo it,

but I can make sure
I never do it again.

That's progress.

I'm proud of you.

- I'm thrilled.
- Mm-hmm.

The porch pirate is a doggy?

Good boy!

Who's a good boy?

Who's a good boy?

Who's under arrest?

Bad dog. Bad dog.

Hey, what are you doing here?

We need to talk.

About seeing my mom's OB/GYN

- for prenatal care...
- Shut up with that.

They don't know I'm pregnant, remember?

Look, I wasn't that loud.
They're not gonna figure it out.

They're detectives.

Figuring out things
is in the job description.

Speaking of which,
why are you so hung up on me

going to your mom's OB/GYN?

She's a specialist.

Yeah, so you've said.

What's going on?

Look, after my dad died,
I took a genetic test.

Turns out I'm predisposed
to Fragile X Syndrome.

It can cause
mental disabilities, seizures...

Why are you just now telling me?

I don't know.

We didn't plan to get pregnant
this soon.

I wanted to tell you.
I-I didn't know how to do it.

You and the baby mean everything to me,

- and if my DNA...
- Stop.

I'll make an appointment to see
your mom's doctor.

Look, I-I have to get back to work.

- Angela...
- I'll see you at home.

Like I said, I-I called
at 9:00 on the dot,

and... and I got through,

but then a man fell from the sky and...

Please spare me the theatrics.

No, no, no. T-This really
actually happened.

I can show you video on my...

I'll give you points for originality,

but rules are rules.

Better luck next year.

No, sir, I have it right here. I...

Nyla, right?

Alonzo Smith. Holly's dad.

Is she the one with the long hair?

God, no. The one with the braids.

Long hair Holly's a monster.

She really is, isn't she?

Was that the Music Academy
director you were talking to?

Uh, yeah.

I, uh... I missed registration,

so I was hoping I could come down here

and try to appeal in person.

Did you miss registration, too?

Overslept.

So I thought I'd try swaying him

with some cronuts from DKs.

Oh, I love DKs.

Take one.

No, no. I can't.

No, that's your bribe.

I insist.

If he wasn't moved by a cop in uniform,

what's a box full of sugar
and dough gonna do?

- My ex is going to kill me.
- Mm. So is mine.

No, I'm serious.
I got like an hour to live.

So if you get called
to a homicide in Silver Lake,

that'll be me.

At least I'll get to see you again.

Look, I'm gonna poke around,
see if I can find an angle

to work to get Holly in.

You want me to let you know if
I find a work-around for Lila?

Yeah, actually.
Uh, I'd appreciate that.

You know you ran
that stop sign back there?

License, registration,
proof of insurance.

They're in my bag.

Is it okay if I reach in and grab them?

Slowly.

Why're you so nervous?

No reason.

Erika.

Anything illegal in the
car or on your person?

- No, sir.
- Great.

You won't mind
if we search the car, then?

Uh, we don't need to search the car.

Like you said, nothing illegal in here,

so you don't mind if we conduct
a search, right?

Uh, yeah. Yeah, I guess so.

But...

There are guns in the trunk.

Hands where I can see them.

Step out of the car.

They're my ex-husband's.

I was on my way to the police station

- to turn them in.
- Head to the sidewalk.

Look, we're finalizing our divorce,

and he's not happy with how it's going,

and he's been threatening to kill me.

- Did you get a restraining order?
- Yes.

But it doesn't stop him
from driving by the house every day.

- You don't live with your husband?
- Ex-husband.

And no.

So how'd you get the guns?

I used my old key.

- Erika, you're under arrest.
- What?

Burglary, possession
of stolen property...

- Wh
- illegally transporting firearms.

Why? No. I-I told you I was
going to turn them in to the polic

You can tell all that to the judge.

Okay, can I talk to you
for a second, sir?

Take a seat on the curb.

Look, do we really need to take her in?

Let's just book the guns
and write it up for DA review.

C'mon, man. What do you say?

First of all, never speak to me
like that again.

"C'mon, man"?

I'm your superior officer,

not one of your homeboys.

- Yes, sir.
- And secondly,

that woman just admitted
to three felonies.

She says she's turning in the weapons,

but who's to say she wasn't on her way

to blast her exhusband's brains out?

She's going in.
Fill out her booking sheet.

I'll call in a tow.

- Come on.
- Oh, please.

Please, you don't have
to do this, okay?

Look, help me.
Look, I can't go to jail.

I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry.
- Please.

I'm telling you, it was awful.

"Awful but lawful."

Look, and, by the way, her story
completely checked out.

She has a restraining order,
called 911 a bunch of times.

She needed protection from her ex.

But instead of helping...

turns out that she needed
protection from the cops, too.

Tim and I were stuck on a call.

If we'd been free, maybe we could've...

No, no. This is my fault.

Grey wanted to bench Doug.

I... I pushed him to do more,

and now that woman is in jail
for no reason.

You can't blame yourself.

Getting rid of Doug is gonna take time.

But how many more people are
gonna get hurt in the meantime?

I just... I thought you supported me

staying on the job a while longer.

I do.

What you are trying to do here
is important.

But I'm not gonna just sit around

waiting to start my second act.

- So what, you want a job?
- Maybe.

I don't know, but,

that's what I'm here to talk about.

Oh. Okay, great.

Um, have you considered volunteering?

Oh, I'm not here to talk to you.

I need to reinvent myself,
find my new purpose,

and who knows more about that
than John Nolan?

I didn't know you could do that.

- Do what?
- Giggle.

- I don't giggle.
- Uh-huh.

Who you texting?

No one.

It's just... It's...
It's another one of the parents

that's trying to get his kid
into the Academy.

His kid. Oh, is he single?

- Is he nice?
- Nope.

We are not doing this.

- Hey, guys.
- Luna, hi.

John,

- I have got a favor to ask.
- Of course.

I'm starting to think about
my second act in life,

and was wondering if
I could pick your brain.

I would be honored. Yes.

Oh, great.
I'm gonna get a cup of coffee.

Can I get you two anything?

- I'm set.
- No, no, I'm good. Thank you.

Okay, great, thanks.

Whatever you do,
do not give her any advice.

That's exactly what she asked for.

Oh, my God. You cannot be this naive.

The boss' wife wants
to "rethink her second act"?

That is between her and the boss.

Trust me, you do not want
to get involved.

Just listen, smile, and nod.

But what if I can actually help her?

But what if Sergeant Grey
doesn't like the help you give?

Who do you think he will blame then?

- Good point.
- Mm-hmm.

Just smile, nod, and,

sympathetically say, "I hear you."

You got it?

I hear you.

Hey, what's the deal with Jackson?

Kid's questioning all my stops.

Sounds like the mark of a good student.

I don't see you letting Chen
question your every move.

My last rookie didn't ask questions.

And he was a "brotha."

Maybe the issue isn't the student,

it's the teacher.

Huh.

Yeah, maybe you're right.

Whatever nonsense Lopez
was teaching him,

I got 20 days to straighten him out.

I climbed the ladder to VP of Sales,

but that was 19 years ago.

Yeah, I hear you.

Now Dominique's in college,

and Wade, he's busy as ever.

It just feels like everyone
is moving forward except me.

Mm. I hear you.

So now you know my whole life story.

What... What do you think?

Well, um...

When my son went off to college

and my divorce was finalized,

I-I just...

I felt a little lost,
you know? Just like you.

So how did you figure out
what to do next?

Well, looking down the barrel
of a gun during a bank robbery

will give you some clarity,
but I advise against it.

Okay. Well, what would you advise?

I would advise...

Just wait.

And be open for your eureka moment.

My eureka moment.

I love it.

Yes. It's perfect.

It's... It's profound, yet...

So simple.

- Thank you.
- Okay.

I will speak kindly of you
at your funeral.

No more pain, no more anxiety.

By the way, do you know my son,
Officer Nolan?

He swears by this stuff.

I mean, how else
would a 48year-old rookie

make it in the LAPD?

I'm 46. I'm 46.

- Hi.
- Hi.

- I'm his mother.
- Oh.

- Evelyn.
- Hi. Hi. Oh.

And this is gonna change your life.

20 bucks a pop, 3 for $50.

Certified organic.

- Mom
- I see why you use this stuff, Nolan.

My neck's already better.

I don't, Smitty. I don't...
I don't actually use it.

Mom, what are you doing?
These are my co-workers.

Now they're my customers.

Nolan. We gotta roll.

Uh... please stop being here.

Just go home, okay?

Uh, so good talking to you.

Thank you for the advice.

Why should he have to go
through this with Stanton?

If I did one-tenth

of the things that that
guy does on the job,

I'd be gone so fast.

As a rookie, sure,

but not once you're off probation.

There are layers of safeguards

that protect cops from getting fired,

and some of those safeguards
are important,

considering the risks we take.

It doesn't explain why he gets a pass

on being a complete monster.

He doesn't get a pass.

He gets POBOR.
Peace Officer Bill Of Rights.

And he gets a union
and a legal defense team.

If he gets fired, he gets to appeal.

If he gets convicted,
he gets to appeal.

And those lawyers,
which our union dues pay for,

will tear apart every detail
surrounding his termination.

If they find one thing out of order

or it just seems excessive,

he gets his job back,
including back pay.

- And then...
- He gets emboldened,

with a huge chip on his shoulder,

and that negative attitude
is contagious.

The weight of this shouldn't
all fall on Jackson.

There's got to be more we can do

than just be guardian angels out there,

hoping that we get to Jackson in time

if something goes wrong.

It's...

We got a body in a bag found near LAX.

No head, no hands, no witnesses.

No problem. I'm on it, Sarge.

Actually,
this one's gonna go to Vargas.

But I'm next in the rotation.

Under my discretion.
Is there a problem?

No, sir.

Does Sarge give a lot of cases
out of rotation?

Almost never.

Hello?

Nolan, are you some kind of con man?

What?

You talked my wife
into finding her eureka moment,

then your mother
swooped in for the kill?

Wait, I'm sorry.

My mom sold Luna a bottle of CBD oil?

Not 'a' bottle, all the bottles.

My wife paid your mother
$10,000 for her franchise.

Mom.

You are giving Luna her money back.

Yeah, well, that's not gonna happen.

Besides, she doesn't want it back.

She's happy with her purchase.

This is my boss' wife.

Do you have any idea what this
could do to my career?

This has nothing to do with you, honey,

or your precious career.

Luna and I got to talking.

She liked my business,
and so I sold it to her.

- For 10 grand?
- I wanted 25,

but she's a hell of a negotiator.

This is just like back home
with my construction business.

Oh, there you go
with that old chestnut again.

I-I would finish a job,
and then you would use

my good name to sell my customers

fraudulent home insurance policies.

Oh, will you please just let that go?

I almost lost my business license.

This is the problem with men,

you and that Sergeant Grey.

What are you talking about?

You look down on women.

Luna is an excellent salesperson.

You watch. She's gonna double
her investment.

Mother, I'm begging you...

for me, please,
give Luna her money back.

It isn't her money. It's mine.

That crap your mom sold me is poison.

Take a look at this thing on my neck.

Oh, Smitty, you should get
that mole checked.

No, not the mole. I've always had that.

Below that.

Yeah, and I'm not the only one.

Sir, Mrs. Grey, I'm so sorry.

John, no need to apologize.

My husband needs to.

Officer Nolan...

I'm sorry for accusing you and
your mom of scamming my wife.

Luna's assured me that CBD
is a growth market

and she's guaranteed to make
money on this stuff, so...

N-No! That's toxic!

- It's what?
- Toxic?

Uh, cops are breaking out into

rashes all over the department.

Your mother sold me snake oil?

Yes. But I don't think
that she knew that she did...

- at least I-I hope she didn't.
- What'd I tell you?

I'm sitting on $10,000 worth
of skin irritants.

I can fix this in one phone call...

Mom?

The CBD oil is toxic.

You have to give Luna her money back.

I'm with Sergeant G...

Hello? Hello?

Two phone calls, and...

So, what are we doing here?

Doug mentioned
his last rookie was Black,

so I thought he might be inclined

to give us some dirt on his old T.O.,

something actionable.

That's great. Who is he?

Ben Owens. And he's right on time.

Now, look, I don't know this guy,

so we can't tip our hand.

Alright, we make no accusations
and no demands.

- Understood?
- No accusations, no demands.

I got it.

Officer Owens?

I'm Bradford, this is Chen.

Thanks for agreeing to meet up.

No problem.

Asked around, heard you're good people.

- So, what's up?
- I need some insight,

but on the DL if you know what I mean.

Ten-thirty-six.

Code of silence. Talk to me.

Doug Stanton. He was your T.O.

The Dougernaut. What about him?

You ever see him doing anything shady?

Relax. Um... we were just

wondering if you liked
the way he does business.

No. No way. He's a hater.

But what do you really want to know?

Whatever you feel comfortable
sharing with us.

It's... This is stupid.

We all know what we're talking about.

Do you think Doug is a racist?

Have you ever seen him
treat minorities unfairly?

If I saw something outside of policy

and I failed to report it,

I'd be looking
at disciplinary action, too.

We're not here for that, okay?
Just be real with us.

He's creating some grief on our end.

Hey, you got a good rep and all,

but I don't know you.

I do know Doug Stanton,

and I am well aware of what

he can do to me and my career.

Yeah,
what about what he's doing to civilians,

out on the street?

I'm weeks away from joining Metro.

I can do more good in that unit

than I can by throwing it all away.

I'm sorry. I can't help you.

You have a good day.

Well, that was a bust.

No, it wasn't.

Did you see him? How conflicted he was?

We just got to give him time.

Trust me.

My mother is claiming

your money is tied up
in other investments,

but I have the address of the supplier.

I'll get your refund.

Forget it. I'll handle it.

No. I will.

You two can tag along.

Fine.

Nolan and I can't handle a
personal matter in uniform,

so let's go change out.

You can listen to me brainstorm

on how I'm going to punish you.

Wade, it is not his fault.

Punishing him for his mother's behavior

would be like punishing me
for my dad's.

I see your point.

I'll find Harper,

tell her you're riding
with me this morning.

Yes, sir.

Thank you for that.

I'm guessing your dad
was a bit of a scammer, too?

Alcoholic.

It's brought me a lifetime of pain.

Almost broke up my marriage.

So what are you supposed to do

when someone you
love is is ruining your life

but you don't know how to help them?

I know what I had to do.

But I'm not you.

And my father isn't your mother.

However, you did offer me some advice,

so I will return the favor.

Find your limits, John.

We can't change their behavior.

They have to want it.

So be honest,

be merciful,

and do whatever you have to do
to protect yourself.

'Sup, my brotha?

You sure?

Thanks for the heads-up.

Everything okay?

We're about to find out.

Just got a tip.
Let's go see if it's real.

Control, 7-Adam-07.

I have an on-view eleven-three deal

in alley between Lomita and Vineyard.

Follow the backpack!

7-Adam-07, foot pursuit!

Male, adult, Black,
blue shirt, black jeans!

- We're not close.
- Then punch it.

There!

Police! Don't make me kill you!

I-I got it! I got it. I got it.

Damn it.
Jackson, I lost my body camera.

- You seen it?
- No.

But what I do see is a lousy
attempt at hiding evidence.

Like I can't get someone
down there to get that.

- What's your name, dumbass?
- Ask your mama.

She was screaming it all last night.

You and me are gonna have
a lesson in respect.

Teach your mama some respect.

Get that ho off the streets.

- Look...
- Mm!

Officer West, preserve the evidence.

I'm gonna take our friend
back to the shop.

I-I can take him, sir.

No. I got it.

You stay here.

Come on. Let's go, son.

You've reached Sergeant Grey

of LAPD's Mid-Wilshire Station.

Please leave a message.

Sarge, it's... it's Jackson.

Look, I-I think Doug's about to
beat the crap out of a suspect

and he lost his body cam,
so there won't be a record.

Found my body cam.

More importantly,
what are you doing here?

- Told you to guard the drugs.
- Uh...

I don't remember calling for backup.

We were in the
neighborhood. What's going on?

Well, this rookie doesn't know
how to follow orders.

Yeah, I-I was just, um...

making sure you were alright, sir.

You know, my last rookie
did everything I told him to.

Guy's name was Owens.

You know him?

Always had my back.

Still does.

Too bad Jackson isn't more like him.

Since when do you drink decaf?

I know when I made detective,

I was drinking like two quarts
of hi-test a day.

- Everything okay?
- Yeah.

No, not really.

I'm getting sidelined.

Why?

This stays between us?

I'm pregnant.

Wh... That's... That's amazing.

Congratulations. Wait.

Wait, Caradine can't bench you
for that.

Technically, no.

Just assigning the good cases
to the non-preggers.

Bastard. That is exactly why
I hid my pregnancy.

I banked my vacation and
took the last two months off.

It's not fair. No one ever asks a man

how he's gonna balance being a

dad and a cop at the same time.

Oh, I know.

Did you have to get an amniocentesis?

Is that the long needle
in the belly thing?

No. Why? Do you have to?

Yeah.

And the messed-up part is

even if the mutated gene
we're afraid of is detected,

we won't know if my baby's
affected until...

It's born.

I thought being a mom
was gonna be so simple.

Hmm.

- Does it get easier?
- Uh, it hasn't yet,

but if it ever does,
you are my first phone call.

Ugh.

I'm getting a rash just being in here.

No wonder the oil's toxic.

Yeah. This feels like my mom's style.

Good afternoon.

- What do you want?
- Direct. I-I like it.

You recently sold 20 cases

of Professor Hempstein's CBD oil

to my business partner, Evelyn Nolan.

The product is defective,
and I would like a refund.

No refunds. Get lost.

- Listen, man...
- I appreciate that.

But if we leave without recompense,

I will be forced to alert
the Health Department

and the Better Business Bureau.

Knock yourself out.
Just don't do it from here.

If I may?

My friend, you really don't
want to make this a thing.

This stuff will take the paint
off your car.

Once that gets out,
your business will dry up.

- Just give her the 10 grand back
- 10?

That crap only cost two.

Pretty hefty franchise fee
your mom charged us.

Your mom?

I-I know. Just... don't start.

She's good for it, okay?
Or... Or at least I am.

Look, don't be an ass
and give me the money back.

Get the hell outta here.

And next time, bring some muscle

that's not past its expiration date.

You hear that, Officer Nolan?
He thinks we're old.

Yes, I did, Sergeant Grey.

Though I prefer to think
of myself as "well-seasoned."

Luna, why don't you go
wait downstairs, baby?

Yeah, we'll let the lawyers
straighten this out.

These guys aren't worth the trouble.

There ain't gonna be no trouble,
right, son?

I got the feeling...

CBD isn't the only product
you guys have here.

Don't suppose you got anything
here I would consider...

uh, what's the word I'm looking for?

- Illegal.
- That's the one.

This doesn't have to get ugly,
gentlemen,

but it will,

if we don't see your
hands in five seconds.

Screw five seconds. Now.

Show me your hands. Now.

Alright.

Alright. Taking my hand out.

Back up.

Everyone on the ground.

Down. Face down.

Hands out.

Got 'em.

911, what's your emergency?

Yes, my husband is a police officer,

and he is currently in jeopardy

on the 10th floor
of 2108 Marcus Street.

Send backup.

Oh!

And an ambulance.

Guns.

That's my girl.

- Hi.
- Hey.

What are you doing here?

Had to give you the good news
in person.

No. You didn't?

But I did.

Both of our daughters are now

enrolled at the Music Academy.

How? How did you do it?

- Extortion?
- Quid pro quo.

The music director has a charity
near and dear to his heart

that's desperate for volunteers,

so

you'll have to clear
your calendar a bit.

Ah. Lila is gonna be thrilled.

How can I thank you?

Um... take me to dinner.

- You hungry?
- Uh... yeah.

But, um, I can't tonight.

Uh... kid duty.

Ah. Acceptable excuse.

But... you owe me.

I'm good for it.

- Client got locked up?
- Yeah.

I'll be asleep when you get home, so...

- I'll see you in the morning.
- Angela, wait.

- Please talk to me.
- What do you want me to say?

I'm scared.

So am I.

Hey, Sarge, a word?

- I'm in a little bit of a hurry.
- I don't care.

What you did yesterday was crap.

Just because'm pregnant,
doesn't mean I can't do my job

You gave my homicide to Vargas,

so I'm putting you on notice, Sarge.

I'm not hiding this pregnancy.

I'd be doing a disservice
to every woman

who works here if I do.

So if I start waddling
or my ankles swell

or I knock over furniture
because my belly's so big,

don't ever skip me
in the rotation again.

First of all,
I gave that case to Vargas

because it had State Line Crew
written all over it.

He has two CIs inside.

Oh.

I wasn't aware of that.

And second, you're pregnant?

- You didn't know?
- How could I?

But congratulations.

And just so you know,

I'll work you till you
drop if you let me.

There's no mercy for moms-to-be.

May I go now?

Yes, Sergeant.

And thank you.

- See how I handled that?
- Mm-hmm.

I'm gonna be such a great mom.

The best.

You packed my bags?

You're throwing me out on the street?

I got you a room at the airport hotel.

Your flight leaves at 6:00 a.m.

You know I hate early flights.

Deal with it. Your problems
are no longer mine.

So what?

You want me to say I'm sorry?

I don't want to hear you say anything.

I just... want you gone.

Oh. Boy,

you've got all your
little cop friends fooled.

Thinking you're a wholesome,
small-town guy, huh?

You're just like your father.

Don't say that.

You are egotistical,

self-righteous,

a failure of a man.

Because when he ran out on me and you,

who stayed?

I did.

I stayed.

And you want to throw me out?

I love you.

I will always love you.

I just don't want to see you anymore.

By the way,

becoming a cop at 48 is ridiculous.

You're gonna get yourself killed.

I'm 46, Mom.

Goodbye.

I got nothing to say to you.

Oh, you had plenty to say
to Doug, though.

What happened to code of silence?

What happened to cops
having each others' backs?

Yeah, Tim has mine.

- Who are you?
- The cop you just screwed over.

- Why'd you do it?
- Blue protects blue.

I know that, Doug knows that.

Why don't you?

Look, are you actually cool
with all this?

This is the game.

I didn't make waves,
and Doug hooked me up

with a spot on Metro.

So you can just ignore
all the pain he causes,

the abuse of power
to get that promotion?

The system is not gonna change,

so what's the point of me
throwing myself off a cliff?

I gotta get what's mine,
and I advise you do the same.

Because Doug's not going down
without a fight.

Sir, you got a second?

What is it, Officer?

I hate to do it, but,

I had to write
a blue page up on the kid.

He disobeyed a direct order,

leaving crucial evidence unattended.

Now that drug dealer's lawyer

can get the charges dropped

because Jackson broke
the chain of custody.

I can appreciate the magnitude
of his error,

but I can personally attest,

to Officer West being a solid cop.

Absolutely, sir.

Absolutely.

But as his training officer,

it'd be a dereliction of duty
for me to let this slide.

He shouldn't be making mistakes
like this,

especially this late in his training.

I mean, you understand,
don't you, Sergeant?

I do, yeah.

I mean, it's a damn shame.

The kid has such great potential.

Be such a waste to have him
wash out of the program.