All language subtitles for The Rookie 5x11 - The Naked and the Dead (English)

Oh, thank you for
coming out so quickly.

Not a problem.

You said you'd been
a victim of a robbery?

Yes.

Sorry.
I'm a little shaken.

Perfectly understandable.

I didn't think something
like this could happen.

Everything seemed so safe.

And, uh, what all was stolen?

- A poleax, a cloak of undying, and my giraffe, Nexi.
- I have to get her back.

It took two weeks of grinding
to save up for her egg.

Oh, don't look at me. This is
not my brand of out there.

Um, sorry. I'm lost.

Uh, they broke into your apartment...

Not this place.
My "Cloudmaster" mansion.

In Shadow Realm.

Someone stole these items
from a VR world?

Not someone... DragonSlayer6498.

Here. You can
question him yourself.

Oh, the... Okay.

Wow.

No, no, no.

No. Nope. Nope.
Can't see.

Now, every week,

a new real-estate agent
wants to list the house.

I really should consider selling mine.

Tim and Genny made a fortune

selling their dad's place, right?

Yeah, they sure did. But you
still have tenants in yours.

And they're great.

This sweet older couple that
have been together for 50 years.

It's very inspirational.

And what do you charge for rent?

$3,000 a month.

And your mortgage is $2,000.
That is great passive income.

Right?

Theoretically.

They don't always
pay their rent on time.

Late a few days?

More like a few months.

Bailey...

How-hjow long has it
been since they paid rent?

Did I mention that they were
high-school sweethearts?

Six months.

They haven't paid their rent in
six months. I'll talk to them.

Now, I think maybe I better handle it.

We all know that old people
are your kryptonite.

My grandmother raised me.

And she did a lovely job.

Solving crimes one meme at a time?

Uh, balancing the awfulness of humanity

with a little baby time.

Leah's huge.
When did that happen?

I know. She's gonna be
crawling any minute now.

Hmm.
Unlike Angela,

who skipped right to walking.

Damian, what are you doing here?

I need a favor.

If this is about baptizing Jack,

- Oh, I already handled that.
- can you just...

- What?
- Yeah.

Last time I was over for dinner,

I brought a little holy water and...

Is that kosher?

Different religion.

Oh, you mean if it's cool?
Uh, yes.

Technically, I have a license
to baptize anytime, anywhere.

Without even asking?

You'll thank me later.

I'm here about one of the gang
members I've been counseling,

Mateo Ramirez.

He was about to renounce the
life, and then he disappeared.

His family hasn't heard a word,
and I'm worried.

Who does he run with?

- Quinlan Wright's crew.
- We know Quinlan.

He's been coming up fast
with a young crew.

- Yeah.
- He's been making big moves,

scooping up Elijah's territory.

So you'll look for Mateo?

He's a good kid,
deserves a fresh start.

- Sure.
- Text me his cell number,

and we can start tracking him
where it was last pinged.

Thank you.

Those kids are lucky to have you.

But next time you come to my house,

I'm gonna search you
for communion wafers.

- Hey.
- Hey.

What was wrong
with the old coffee machine?

Ooh.
Lead levels, for one.

Mice infestation, for two.

- Here.
- Thank you very much.

Here, let me do it.

See? It's easy.

That is easy.

Yeah. I watched
a ClipTalk tutorial.

So, what'd you guys get up to
last night?

Nothing.

I went to the new Chagall exhibit.

- Ooh, yes.
- Bailey wants to check that out.

You should totally take her.

You get such a great sense
for the evolution of his style.

- It's good.
- We will. Okay.

Thank you for the rec and the bar.

- Yeah.
- See ya.

"Nothing?"

You had all morning
to come up with a cover story,

and that's what you went with?

Whoa, whoa.
He bought it, didn't he?

- Mm.
- What if he had asked you

a follow-up question about the exhibit?

Let him.

I read the catalog for
the exhibit cover to cover.

Mm-hmm.

I hear you have
Citizen's Academy today.

I do.
Do you have any tips?

Yeah. Uh, look, you're gonna
get a lot of busybodies

who are way into their
neighborhood watch.

But the ones you have
to be most careful with...

- Screenwriters.
- Hm.

Do not give them your business card.

You'll be up to your eyeballs
in scripts.

- Okay. Thank you.
- Yeah.

So, um,

what are you doing tonight?

"Nothing"...

I hope.

Nothing sounds perfect.

Hello.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Welcome to Citizen's Academy.

Uh, I'm Officer Lucy Chen,

and I will be your instructor today.

So, as you know,
this is an outreach program

where you learn a little bit
about the LAPD

and how we do things here.

And one of the first things
we always do

is run background checks,

on everybody who signs up.

So, Chris Pike, Jack Harris,

you have prior felony convictions

for robbery and assault,
so that will disqualify you

from learning how we do business here.

Officer Simmons will show you out.

Thank you.

And, Janet White...

Not only do you have a record,

but you have an outstanding
warrant for your arrest.

Finn will happily escort you
to processing.

Right this way.
You can tell me

why stealing a fire truck
seemed like a great idea.

Okay.

So, now that that's out
of the way, let's get started.

Yes?

We're allowed to use whatever

happens here in our scripts, right?

As long as we change the names?

Mm-hmm.

Hey, so, I have some ideas on
how I think we can increase

the LAPD's social media presence.

Think I should run them by Grey?

Absolutely.

Are you just saying that so you
can watch him shoot me down?

Genny? What's up?

I'm at Tyler's baseball practice.

Spellman Field.

Things are getting really ugly

between one of the parents
and the coach.

On our way.

How is he supposed to
show you what he can do

when he is stuck in the outfield?!

I know what he can do.

I want Cody on that
pitcher's mound immediately

or I'm having you fired!

You do know I'm coaching
the kids for free, right?

Then we're paying you
what you're worth.

Okay, guys, maybe we could
discuss this in private.

What's the problem?

Oh, this, this idiot wants
to put my kid on the outfield!

- He's a pitcher!
- No, he's not.

Blake is the only one
with any actual pitching skill.

Uh, I don't have to pitch, Coach.

Really.
I-I like the bench.

See?
Bench him.

You want to know why your son's
in the outfield, Celeste?

Because he's terrible!

He is the worst player
I've ever coached.

Okay, ma'am, now you're going to jail.

- What? No, I...
- Oh, my God.

- What just happened?
- No, I j...

But, uh, he's a pitcher.

- Sir, are you okay?
- No.

I quit.

Does this mean practice is canceled?

He's our third coach.

Might mean the season's canceled.

Hang on. What about...

What about Tim?

What about Tim?

- Nothing.
- No, it's a great idea.

You love baseball, and you wanted to be

more involved in Tyler's life.

Please, Uncle Tim.

We'll have the best time.

I promise.

It's an important distinction.

A robbery is when you take something

through the use of force or fear,

and a burglary is when
you break into a structure

to commit a crime.

- Yeah?
- What's a B&E?

The...

That is a TV term.

Under California statutes,
it's not a thing,

so don't use it.

Yeah?

What happens when you call the
police about domestic violence?

Oh. Great question.

A domestic violence call
is a mandatory arrest.

If we're called to a home,

somebody is going away in handcuffs.

The days of cops looking
the other way are long gone.

But, like, what happens to the victim,

you know, if they don't
have a place to stay?

Um, there are amazing shelters
in the city.

It's a scary situation,

um, and it might seem like
there's no place to go,

but I promise, everyone has options.

I mean, I was just curious.

Yeah, no.
Of-of course.

Six months is a long
time to go without paying rent,

but times are hard.

I can understand Bailey's
reluctance to force the issue.

Permission to speak freely, sir?

Proceed.

You and Bailey are too nice
to be in the L.A. landlord game.

You think they're
taking advantage of us?

Oh, I-I know they are.

Look, my cousin,
he let a tenant stay so long,

he changed the locks and took
advantage of the squatter laws

to all but steal the house.

To be a landlord in this town,

I mean, you got to be willing
to cut a bitch...

Well, figuratively speaking, sir.

Got it, so...

Less Mr. Nice Guy,
more stone-cold killer.

Mm-hmm.

Good morning.

Oh, hello, Officers.
How can I help you?

Bailey Nune is my fianc�e
and also your landlord.

She mentioned you might be
a little behind on rent.

Six months late, in fact.

Malcolm, can you come here?

He's here about the rent.

Oh, I'm so sorry, Officer.

We've been struggling
a little recently.

But, but we have the money.

I-It's just tied up.

But it shouldn't be much longer.

I understand, I get it.
I've been where you are.

But Bailey has given you
lots of time to resolve this.

I agree completely.

I will hand-deliver
the rent on Wednesday.

But I-I will have to take
a couple hundred off.

We've had a few maintenance issues.

Oh, did you bring those up with Bailey?

- Oh, no, no. We...
- We didn't want to trouble her.

I am also a contractor.

If anything else comes up,
you just shoot them over to me,

and I'll be here Wednesday
for the back rent.

Absolutely.
Thank you.

You bet. Thank you.

I'm not gonna see them Wednesday, am I?

I'm telling you, just
sign over the lease now.

7-Adam-15, 2331,

we're working a missing person,
Mateo Ramirez.

His cellphone last pinged
at the old Florence Kitchen.

You free to meet us there?

Can do.

I don't like this.

Something bad happened.

The unfortunate effects
of supply chain issues?

No...

No, this is as close
as I've ever felt to evil.

Find anything?

- True evil.
- Huh?

The place does give off
a, certain vibe.

And this is weird.

What?

This is fresh plasterboard.

Why fix a wall in a place
destined for a wrecking ball?

I'm gonna call Mateo's cell,
see if we can hear anything.

Careful.

- Ohh.
- Ugh.

- You nead a minute?
- No, Sir.

You ever seen anything
like this before?

Not exactly like this,

but I have seen plenty of things
I wish I could unsee.

I mean, I've known how brutal
the world can be

since I was a kid,
but, I mean, it's still shocking

when you come face to face with it.

And yet it's when
it stops being shocking

that you really need to worry.

Yeah.

Alright, what can I do?

TID's on the way to process the scene.

Why don't you go outside,
wait for them,

and show them the way in?

So, we thinking cartel?

Or cartel-inspired.

Mateo was affiliated.

He ran with Quinlan Wright's crew.

I'd bet money the rest
of these guys did, too.

Yeah. We'll know for sure
once we I.D. them.

Celina okay?

Yeah.
She will be.

I'm not sure if it helps

or if it hurts that she sees this as...

Evil incarnate?

Yeah.
You believe in that?

A hundred percent.

Uh, do I believe in the embedding

of a metaphysical force within the body

that turns people into monsters?

No comment.

But I know for a fact that
this is only gonna get worse.

If this really is Quinlan's guys,

then, this is likely the
beginning of a gang war.

With who?

- Moses Warden.
- That's my pick.

They've been fighting over
Elijah's territory for months.

Well, maybe we pay both
these guys a visit,

impress upon them how bad it would be

if they were to take it any farther.

It's worth a try.

A shot across the bow
is not gonna stop them,

but it might slow them down long enough

for us to put bracelets
on the monsters who did this.

You avoiding the pastries?

I don't blame you.
They look sad.

I need to watch my figure.

My boyfriend hates women
who let themselves go.

Oh, well, what does it matter
what he thinks? It's your body.

He's helping me.
You know,

I need the motivation
to be the best I can be.

Oh, and if you slip up?

What does he do then?

Uh...

He's cool about it.

It's my body.
You know, like you said.

You know, sometimes,
controlling behavior, it...

It can be, like, a red flag.

Um, t-that's not...

Uh, he's just looking out for me.

I-I shouldn't have said anything.

The bathroom's that way, right?

- Yeah. Mm-hmm.
- Okay.

You'll never guess
who's coaching Little League.

- Nolan?
- No.

- Sergeant Friendly.
- What?

How did that happen?
Can I watch?

Guys, it's not that big
of a deal, alright?

Uh, Tyler's coach quit,

so I'm just gonna sub
until they find a replacement.

- Hmm.
- What's this?

Uh, so, one of the "students",
Kyra Cook.

Um, her boyfriend, Oliver,
is recently divorced,

and his ex has
a restraining order against him

- for domestic violence.
- Hmm.

Do you think he's abusing Kyra?

Yeah, I do.
I mean, I'm not...

I'm not sure how I can help, though.

Well, if she won't admit it's happening,
what can you do?

She came to Citizen's Academy
for a reason, maybe...

Maybe she wants help,
but she's still too afraid.

I think I just need to
find a way to make her

feel comfortable enough to ask for it.

Bailey's tenants
sent over a list of things

they say need repairing.

It numbers in the hundreds.

Replace the spa jets?

She doesn't even have a hot tub.

- You still struggling?
- No.

Well, a little.
I know.

I-I need to get over it.
I'm a cop.

I'm going to see messed-up things.

True. It doesn't mean
you have to act like

it doesn't have an impact on you.

I mean, Harper didn't blink.

Harper has seen things

that would give
Freddy Krueger nightmares.

Alright. So who's this guy
we're going to jam up?

- Quinlan Wright.
- Got his start working corners.

Graduated to trafficking.

Spent two years in Pelican Bay

and got out just in time
for Elijah's fall.

Okay, how do you keep
all these players straight?

I mean, it seems like they're rising

and falling every five minutes.

Takes work.

Uh, CIs on the street,

regular check-ins with
the different desks...

Detectives, narco, gangs.

I was planning on waiting
till you had a few more months

under your belt to do that deep dive.

Oh, I'm ready now.

The more I know,
the less surprised I'll be.

Ah, if only that were true.

I got nothing.

- Help you?
- We're here to see Quinlan.

Not here.

Get 'em.
Unstoppable, baby!

- Thanks.
- Stop playing with me, man.

- Get off the court.
- And yet I'm looking right at him.

Officers, man, we in the middle
of a game here.

Look like you guys
could use a breather.

I can go all day...

- And all night.
- Hmm.

Then you should, uh, cut
back on the little blue pills.

You funny.

What y'all doing here, man?

Here to offer our condolences.

Four of your crew
were found dead today.

Yeah, I heard.

They was good boys, too.

We're doing what we can
for the families.

And plotting revenge
against the ones who did it?

Look, if you got a name, I'm all ears.

Here.

You know the name.

Hi, there.

We're here to talk to Moses.

And don't say he's not here,
because we watched him

pull in a few minutes ago.

You moved up in the world, Moses.

- I know you?
- I hooked you up a couple times

when I was working patrol.

Oh, yeah.

Didn't recognize you
without the lady cop bun.

Congratulations on the promotion.

You look good out of uniform.

- Oh, I know.
- We're here about the bodies

that you dropped in Mid-Wilshire.

Walled them up,
hoping we wouldn't find them.

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

Come on.
Everyone in town knows

you and Quinlan
are fighting for territory.

Trust me, if I was gonna
make a move on Quinlan,

I wouldn't make it a mystery.

I'd string his guys up
so everyone would see.

Look,
I don't want this getting out of hand

any more than y'all do, alright?

I'm not thinking about
retaliating against Moses.

You've already set something in motion.

Harper, Lopez, heads up.

You got trouble headed your way.

I hope you've enjoyed this
little taste of police work today.

I know I've enjoyed sharing with you.

So thank you.

Your questions were very eye-opening.

Have a nice day.

Yeah.

Kyra, could you stay a minute?

I was just thinking
about your question,

"Where do domestic violence victims go,

when they don't have
anyone to stay with?"

I was just curious.

Of course. I, um...

I would just kick myself if I didn't...

If you're scared to go home,

I could get you a place
in the shelter tonight.

No one would ever need
to find out where you are.

What would happen to him?

Would you arrest him?

Depends what you tell me.

- Does he hit you?
- No.

He would never do that.

He just...

Loses his temper you know,

punches walls, stuff like that.

Yeah. I can only imagine.
That's really scary.

You know, that kind of violence,
it can escalate really quickly.

So just be honest with yourself.

Do you feel safe with him?

Not always.

Why don't we get you a bed for tonight?

Maybe a little bit of time
away would be good.

Okay.

Thank you.

- You guys okay?
- Yeah.

Moses's shop has seen better days.

Where is he?

Slipped out the back as soon
as the shooting started.

You know he's gonna go back
at Quinlan twice as hard.

Be sure to brief the midnight
shift and the gang desk.

This war's gonna keep escalating

until they take each other out.

Get up!

Everybody, bring it in!

Let's go. Hustle, hustle.

Guys, nice work.

There's room for improvement,

but I'm seeing
a lot of heart out there, okay?

Uh, Blake, let's see you pitch.

Alright. Let's go back out.
Back to drills.

- Hey.
- Hi.

Um, who are you?

- What?
- I...

The... "A lot of heart"?

They're kind of a mess.

They're kids.
It's supposed to be fun.

Yeah.

This is weird, right?

Our dad coached Tim's

Little League team,
for all of three days.

He has literal scars.

He's trying not to be like him.

Yeah.

Well, I mean, there is such a thing

as over-correcting.

Hey, guys!

Bring it in! Huddle up!

What are you doing?

You know, kids need to have fun,

but they also need
a little bit of structure.

Hey, hustle up.
Okay.

Uh, my name is Lucy.
I am Coach Bradford's friend,

and we're gonna start with
the basics...

Throwing the ball.

So, first things first,

make sure the ball
is secure in your mitt.

Eyes on the target.

Step out with the opposite leg
from your throwing arm.

Follow through.

Ball lands back in the mitt.

And we'll cycle through that, okay?

We're not gonna move on
until everybody gets it.

So spread out.

Let's give it a try.

You heard her.

Oh, oh.

Alright. Are you ready to get
tough about the back rent?

Oh, big time.

Why are there
so many lights on, though?

I don't know.

Weird.

You here for the shoot?

What shoot?

Where's Maeve and Malcolm?

I don't think they're here.

Are they filming a porno?

On my furniture?

I prefer the term
"adult film."

How much are they
charging you to film here?

$1,500 a shoot.
Four shoots a week.

$1,500... That's...

Six thousand dollars.
A week.

I'm...
I'm gonna kill them.

I think you two should co-coach.
You were great together.

Oh, no, no. I'm... I'm ready to
hand over the reins entirely.

- Not a chance.
- No, but seriously.

I saw today why you work
so well together.

I-I...
It's just, uh...

We spend so much time together on...

Out on the job.

- Mm-hmm.
- It's so great that Tyler

has been making friends
so quickly after moving here.

Yeah. I mean,
Blake's mom works crazy hours,

so he practically lives at our house.

Hey, guys? We're about done.
Let's wrap it up.

My mom just texted.

My dad's coming to the game tomorrow.

- Oh, that's great.
- We'll make sure he gets

the best seat in the house.

Here, honey.

What's up?

Blake's dad ran out on them a year ago.

Oh.
Do you know why?

Outstanding warrants for assault
and attempted murder.

If he shows up tomorrow,
we're gonna have to arrest him.

Blake will be devastated.

Well, maybe we'll get lucky,

and he'll flake on his son again.

Yeah, here's hoping.

Excuse me.

Hello.

Officer Chen,
it's Sherice from the shelter.

The woman you sent over...
Kyra...

She's a problem.

What's going on?

She kept asking if her friend
Linda was here,

and when I told her
it was illegal for me

to disclose anything about the
people who stay in my shelter,

she asked to be moved.

Yeah, I think I know what's going on.

Uh, I'm sorry about that.

I-I'll head over right away.

Thanks.

What's wrong?

There's something going on
with my domestic.

You want me to come?

No, it's okay.
I got it.

You're leaving?

A friend says that I can stay with her.

Kyra, you don't have to lie to me.

You're going back to Oliver.

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

You asked about Linda, right?

I know that your boyfriend's
ex-wife is named Linda.

You're crazy.

Did he tell you?

To ask for her, and the kids?

She stole his kids
and pumped them full of lies.

He just wants to explain.

Kyra, we know that he has
been beating her for years.

- You don't understand.
- No, I do.

I think he's using you.

And maybe you were
telling the truth earlier

that he doesn't hit you,

but statistics say that he will.

Okay?
So you need to get out of that house.

I'm done talking.

Wait.

Look, take my card, okay?

You can call me.
Take it.

Kyra, get in.

You don't have to go with him.

You don't.

Yeah, she does.

Get in the damn car.

Oliver, you need to wait.

Kyra and I are still talking.

I've got nothing more to say to you.

You have yourself a nice night.

There's nothing you can do
until she files a police-report.

She's not gonna do that.
She's under his spell...

Which is baffling to me,

even though I understand
the psychology behind it.

Listen, I-I had this,
this case early on,

and the woman would call us,
we'd arrest her husband,

she'd change the story.

The details made no sense.

D.A. couldn't prosecute,

and she'd go stay at a shelter
for a while,

and then she'd go back to him.

I just...

I could never make sense of it.

What happened to her?

He killed her.

And afterwards, the, uh,

doctors showed us a C.T. scan,

and there was so much damage,

you would think she was
a professional boxer.

Oh, God.

No wonder her story changed so much.

These cases are frustrating, and hard.

All you can do is keep circling back.

And she may never be ready to leave,

but it's important she knows
that we'll be there when she is.

- Thank you.
- Hey. Sorry to interrupt.

Did you get my e-mail
about the deadbeat tenants?

I did.

Bailey is renting to these
nightmare septuagenarians

who have a history
of torturing landlords.

They grew toxic mold
in their last rental

to avoid paying rent.

Which means you need
to start playing hardball.

- Oh, listen, I can do that.
- Mm. I have my doubts.

Look, it's just that him and Bailey

are just way too nice to be landlords.

Totally.
O-O-Okay, hold on.

You are a complete badass
out on the streets,

but off-hours, I mean,
you're a little...

- Easy target.
- A pushover.

Hmm.
Alright.

The good news
is they haven't paid rent,

so you can start
the eviction process today.

Based on their history, they'll
probably take it to court.

Because of the backups, it'll
take a while to get a date.

Uh, if you're lucky, you'll be
rid of them in three months.

Three...

So meanwhile, I'll be out legal fees,

and they'll pocket $18,000
renting out the place

to make "adult films."
Wonderful.

Okay, wait, they're doing a porn set?

- You didn't tell me that.
- I was afraid you would

find a way to make it my fault.

No, no. Regardless,
that is what's gonna save you.

Yeah, he's right.

The lease terms
specifically prohibit that.

Makes the case more clean-cut.

Great!

Just you wait and see how
much of a pushover I can be.

I-Is it too late to call in sick?

No sick days for rookies.

Taking Elijah off the board
gave us brief peace.

Now there's blood in the streets.

Moses has been around for a long time.

He even has legitimate
businesses as fronts.

He's smart and measured until
he's pushed into a corner.

And Quinlan is young and wild
and not trying to wait his turn.

Did the night shift hear anything
about Moses hitting back?

No. Not a peep, which somehow
makes me more nervous.

At least that means
there's no new bodies.

Or none that we've found yet.

I'm not religious per Se,
but there's a lot

I'd like to get off my chest.

The confessional's
really just for Catholics.

Uh, totally get it.

Uh, maybe we could talk
on your way out.

Mnh-mnh.

Or not.

I have a lead.

A kid in my congregation,
one of Mateo's friends...

He came to me this morning,

and asked me to tell you something.

When you say "friend," you mean
they used to bang together?

Yeah.

He told me Moses's crew is transporting

a big shipment of drugs today,

hidden in merchandise
for his auto shop.

Wait, I thought you said your
informant is in Quinlan's gang.

He is.

- What?
- There's just, there's no way

a street-level kid would
know something like that,

especially about a rival gang.

Unless someone wanted him to know.

Quinlan sent him to tell you.

He wants the LAPD
to do his dirty work for him.

I'm-I'm not following.

He tips us off so we
take Moses off the board.

Quinlan wins the war without
losing any more of his guys.

So you're not gonna act on the tip?

Oh, no.
We definitely are.

Doesn't matter
if Quinlan's trying to play us.

Any chance we have
to put Moses behind bars,

we're gonna take it.

Hello.

Where the hell did you go, huh?!

- Lucy?
- Where the hell did you go?!

Kyra, are you okay?

- He's really mad.
- I told you to find her!

He says that it's my fault that
he can't see his kids.

Yeah, okay. What I'm gonna need
you to do right now, Kyra,

is get into a public place, okay?

Who the hell are you talking to?

Nobody. I'm sorry.

Kyra?

Control, I have a possible

2-73-5 at 9213 Longview Avenue.

Send additional units.

LAPD! I'm coming in!

Hey! Get off her.
Hands where I can see them.

Back up.

- Make me.
- You really want to add

assaulting a police officer
to your charge?

In for a penny.

Oh!

Put your hands behind your back.

Kyra...

Put the gun down

He's not a bad guy.

He just gets mad sometimes.

He was about to kill you.

No. I overreacted.

I shouldn't have called.

No, you made the right decision.
You are in danger here.

They took his kids.

He is the reason he lost them.

No! His wife...

- She...
- No, no, no, no.

I know what he said to you,
Kyra, and that's a lie.

You don't understand.

Okay.

None of that matters.

What matters right now,

is the choice, that you are making.

Okay?

If you shoot me,
you're not gonna save him,

but you will go away
to prison forever, okay?

Just...

Put the gun down.

Kyra...

You have the power right now
to save me, okay?

Just, put the gun down.

It's okay.

Turn around.

According to our source,

Moses's truck should be
pulling in any minute.

Copy that.

Can I ask you a question while we wait?

Go for it.

What's your take on true evil?

Does it exist?

Evil as in the devil

or guys with broken brains
who get off on torture?

The first one.

Look, I think looking for
some mythical creature to blame

for all the messed-up stuff
human beings do is a cop-out.

I disagree.

I mean, yeah, there are some
depraved people in the world,

but you can't say that
you haven't seen people act

in a way that you can't explain.

That's it... green cab.

Standby for the hand-off.

And there it is.

Move in.

Police!

Show me your hands!
Now!

Face the truck.

- You good?
- Yeah.

Turn around.

Score.

Drugs confirmed inside.

Congratulations.
You're both under arrest.

Any idea how much weight
they're transporting?

Not yet, but even if a quarter
of these boxes are loaded,

we're talking tonnage.

It's weird how your worst day
is suddenly our best.

What would make it better
for both of us...

if you rolled over on Moses.

Gun!

Get down!

Go, go, go, go, go!

Shots fired. Three men
armed with submachine guns,

shooting from the southeast.
Need backup, Code-3.

Moses must have sent a follow car.

Those aren't Moses's guys.

I recognize the big one
from Quinlan's crew.

Why would Quinlan tip us off
only to send a hit team?

Cover me.

- You guys okay?
- Yeah, we're fine.

Although I'm wishing
I had the long gun right now.

Do you wanna play offense of defense?

What do you think?

Alright, you cover fire.
We'll advance on the vehicle.

- Get your guns outside the vehicle.
- Hands behind your back.

Let's go.
Drop them!

- Out of the car.
- Step out of the car.

Let's go.
Out.

Turn around.
Hands against the car.

We're code-4.

We need R.A.s
for five G.S.W. victims.

I think we need to have a talk
with our informant.

I was just thinking the same thing.

My brother says you told
him about the drug shipment.

What we need to know is who told you.

It's alright, Ricky.
You can tell her.

- It was Quinlan.
- Mm, no.

See, you wanted us to think
it was coming from Quinlan.

But why would your boss ask the LAPD

to intercept his rival's drug shipment

and then send his own guys in?

He had to know they'd get arrested.

I think someone else
asked you to tip us off.

Someone who would benefit from both

Quinlan and Moses being taken down.

We just need you
to tell us who that is.

I can't.
He'll kill me.

Who?

Listen to me.

I know you're scared.

We can protect you,
but only if you help us.

Angela's telling the truth.

You know she's my sister, right?

If she says she has your back,

she's got it.

He paid me $5,000
to tell you about the shipment.

Who paid you?

Elijah Stone.

Moses didn't kill Quinlan's guys.

Elijah did, to provoke a war.

He had Moses and Quinlan
soften each other up,

then he sent us in for the kill.

Not that we can prove any of it.

All we have is Ricky's testimony.

Which Elijah will claim
that he tipped off the police

about an illegal activity,

like any upstanding citizen would.

After everything we went
through to take him down,

less than a year later, he's
right back where he started.

I have to tell Wesley before
he finds out some other way.

Angela can't be anywhere
near this investigation.

- Neither of them can.
- I know.

She won't like it,
but Elijah's seven steps ahead.

One wrong move,

he'll have her badge.

Come on, hit it!

God! Every time!

- Be encouraging.
- Yes, good.

Good job.
Good try.

We're gonna work on that.

Blake, you're up, bud.

Alright. You've got this.
Eye on the ball.

Let's go, let's go.

Good job, buddy.

Whoo!

He looks scared.

- You make him nervous.
- I'm nervous, huh?

You're making him nervous.

Blake, you got this, bud.

- Yeah! Whoo!
- Yeah! Whoo!

Yeah! Whoo!

- Go, Blake!
- All the way! Take second!

- Yes!
- Yeah!

That's how you do it!

Great job!

- Is that your kid?
- Oh, yeah.

- You're doing this now?
- Calm down.

No one wants Blake to
see you taken off in cuffs.

Don't do anything stupid, and
we can all just enjoy the game.

Okay?

Okay.

Maeve?

Malcolm?

I'll just post the eviction notice.

Uh, I don't think we need it.

They took everything,
e-even the doorknobs.

They left my bed.

Of course they did.

Well, at least you got them out.

I feel so stupid.

How could I fall for this?

After Jason, you'd think I'd learn.

Listen. After everything
you've been through,

you still have it within you
to trust people.

I find that admirable.

I mean, yeah, sure,

you could pull it back a smidge.

So, what now?

- Do we put out an APB?
- Tempting.

But given their track record,

I would think they're halfway
to another state by now.

Now, let's just focus
on finding some new tenants

and do the mother of
all background checks.

No...

I'm ready to sell.

- Really?
- Yeah.

This is my old life.

You and your place...

It's my future.

And we're gonna have to do some work

on this place, though, before we sell.

- "We"?
- I-I mean, I'll help,

but I'm not a contractor.

No.
You're more of a supervisor.

- Gotta play to my strengths.
- Mm-hmm.