All language subtitles for The Rookie_S05E01_Double Down.English (CC)

(Nolan): Previously
on The Rookie.

(Grey): Rosalind Dyer,

the most rare of unicorns:
a female serial killer.

(Rosalind): Congratulations.

I underestimated you.

Rosalind, you are never
going to walk free.

Who are you supposed
to deliver the drugs to?

-Roy Hajek.
-Wisco will give you

your cash on the way out. Or you
could do another job for me.

And we'll need a driver,
so bring your old lady.

Hello!

If we're gonna sell
that we are, you know,

actually boyfriend
and girlfriend, then
we might have to...

(door opens)

I just received
a formal request

to temporarily assign you
to another station.

That means I'll miss
my T.O. exam.

(Grey): The station
you're going to

is four hours away
on the border.

(gunfire)

(grunts)

(buzzer)

(gate opens)

(indistinct talking in distance)

(gate closes)

Good morning.

What a beautiful day
for a trial.

Oh. And who are you?

Your shadow. Deputy Suriel.

I'll be with you every second
you're outside of this prison.

Hmm. Well, then, I hope
you're good company.

Oh, I'm great company...
If you're not my prisoner.

(funk music plays)

(breathing heavily)

(exhales sharply)

♪ I'm on my way ♪♪

(claps)

This is not a break-in. I'm just
coming home from the run.

-Surprise!
-What?

-Happy birthday!
-Thank you.

But it is not my birthday.

I know.
It's your half birthday,

-which is just as important.
-Oh, my God.

Does that count against
my actual age?

No. In fact...

It was the only candle
they had at the store.

Thank you.
This is so great.

When did you even have time
to do this?

-I was gone 30 minutes.
-Yeah, I was gonna mention,

you know, you really should
think about doing some more
cardio at your age.

-Cake says I'm 20.
-The cake is a lie, John.

Oh, well, it's very sweet.
(blows)

And I'm sure not at all
an effort to cheer me up

because today
is Rosalind's trial.

Well, you know, you can ask
to be assigned somewhere else.

I know, but somehow
that just doesn't feel right.

Shall we have some of this cake?

After I cheer you up
in the shower.

Oh, God, it is my birthday.

(exclaims)

(laughing)

♪ I'm gonna win for you like
I know you want me to do ♪♪

(Michael Nau's
♪ Love Survive ♪ plays)

(knocking on door)

Yeah?

Morning.

Uh, hi. Um...

-Are you on your way to school?
-In a few.

(Chen): You should take
the long way around.

You know, they already
started blocking off

some of those streets
around the courthouse.

-I know. You told me.
-(chuckles)

(Tamara): I could blow off class
if you want.

We could go shopping
or see a movie.

I'm gonna be fine. I'm not
gonna be anywhere near Rosalind.

Tim and I are station-bound,
waiting for the phone to ring.

-On your undercover thing?
-(Chen): Yeah.

The original go-time
fell through,

and it's just been
radio silence since then.

Is this the same
undercover thing

you and Tim were discussing
the other night?

(mid-tempo music plays)

I already told you that kiss
didn't mean anything.

Right, right.
It was for the case.

Make out. Stop crime.
That totally tracks.

-Go to school.
-Okay.

Well, have a great day.

With your boss.

Who you kissed.

Get out!

And close the door!

(chuckles)

(door closes)

(Lopez): You kissed Lucy?

(Bradford): No, no.

No, Dim kissed Juicy, okay?

Or Jake kissed Sava. Whatever.

The point is, we had to be
comfortable going undercover,

so we practiced being a couple.

How much did you practice?

It was just a kiss.
Not that big of a deal.

Then why are we talking
about it?

Because what if it wasn't
just a kiss for her?

You think Lucy
has feelings for you?

No.

Then she probably
sees it how you do.

Just a weird thing
you had to do for work.

Right.

Timothy.

Do you have feelings for Lucy?

No. No, I'm dating Ashley.

And Lucy is with Chris.

And I'm her superior
officer, so...

All true.
Not what I asked.

(tires screech)

(Lopez): What's the Chief
doing here?

(Grey): All right,
settle down and listen up.

We got a big day ahead of us.

The Rosalind Dyer trial
is going to complicate
all of our lives.

But before that, Chief Coleman
has some good news. Chief.

(Coleman): Thank you, Sergeant.
I'm sure you're all aware

of Officer Nolan's heroic stand
down at the border

which landed a dozen dangerous
felons in custody.

In light of your courageous
and exemplary service,

I've decided to offer you
any assignment in the LAPD.

Any unit, any division,

any position you want
the department

to train you for is yours.

It's what we unofficially
call the Golden Ticket.

-Thank you, ma'am.
-(applause)

It's a big decision.

-Don't rush it.
-I won't.

-(Coleman): Sergeant.
-(Grey): Chief.

-What'd I miss?
-Nolan got a Golden Ticket.

-Wow.
-(clapping)

-Congratulations, Officer Nolan.
-Thank you, sir.

I once said you'll never
make detective.

I happily stand corrected.

Don't waste your ticket by
becoming a detective, Nolan.

You know how hard
they have to work?

Go with recruiting.

You get paid
to fly around the country

and talk up the LAPD.

Boring. You go with air support.

The city will pay
for flight school,

and you'll always
have a backup career.

Do I need a backup career?

K-9 is the way to go.

Overtime is $200 an hour,
and you get to keep the dog.

And if all you want is money,
the department will pay you

to learn computer forensics.

Or I could use the ticket
to get back on track

for becoming a training
officer this year.

(laughter)

-(Grey): That's funny.
-(chuckles)

Yeah. Kidding.
No, I mean, uh... No.

I, uh, certainly have some
thinking to do, yeah.

-He's gonna pick something lame.
-Oh, for sure.

(rap song playing)

Sorry. Jake's phone.

It's Hajek.

(Grey): All right.
Back to Rosalind Dyer.

Yo, I thought you were
never gonna call.

(Hajek): Had to iron out
a few details, but the job's
back on track.

Is your lady squared away?

Hell, no. You think
we don't got lives of our own,

waiting around on some
mystery gig?

(Hajek): Relax. The payday's
worth the suspense.

Wisco and Lyon are
taking point.

And we're adding
your buddy Dayvion Mosby
for extra muscle.

Yo, Dayvion's money.

Dayvion's handsy.
Get someone else.

(Hajek): He's already hired.
Deal with it.

(Bradford): So what time
we meeting up?

(Hajek): Two hours.
I'll get back to you
with the details.

(cellphone beeps)

This Dayvion guy
shows up, it's over.

Then I need to make
sure he doesn't.

(reporters talking indistinctly)

(siren wailing)

(police radio chatter)

-(telephones ringing)
-(indistinct conversations)

-Hey.
-Hey.

Kind of, uh...
Kind of a circus.

Seriously. Which makes it
that much harder for me

to wrap my head around
the fact that you and Rosalind
have a relationship.

It's not like we were dating.
Uh, changing the subject...

Chief of Police gave me
a Golden Ticket.

-As in Willy Wonka?
-As in I can pick any job

-I want in the department.
-Wow.

-What are you gonna pick?
-Uh, am I crazy for wanting

to use it to get back on track
to being a training officer?

Well, you know, they give you
a dog if you join the K-9 Unit?

Okay, if you want a dog,

-we can just get a dog.
-(chuckles)

(man): All right,
everybody, listen up.
Can you gather around?

Have your attention
for a second, please.

Thank you very much.
I'm Sean Del Monte.

I'm prosecuting the case
against Rosalind Dyer.

This is Chris Sanford from
my office, Sergeant Grey, LAPD.

This is Captain Duane Tovar
from the Sheriff's Department.

He's overseeing all security
at the courthouse.

It is my hope that this trial
will close

a very painful chapter
in this city's history

and bring some peace to the
families that she's destroyed.

With that, I'd like to turn it
over to Captain Tovar. Duane?

Thank you. This is a rendering
of the Superior Courthouse.

We have 840 daily employees,
7,000 daily visitors.

There are 50 courtrooms.

The Dyer trial will be on the
sixth floor of the West Wing.

The escort team
will arrive at a secret entrance
to avoid crowds.

Sergeant Grey's team
will be there to secure
the sixth floor

and escort the prisoner to
and from the courtroom.

-(sirens wailing)
-(man): The package is
in route.

E.T.A. 30 minutes.

(Tovar): We will have eyes
on Rosalind

every second of the day.

Do you think I'm a monster,
Deputy Suriel?

I think it's not
my job to decide.

Do you think you're a monster?

No. I think I'm a genius.

I just had the misfortune
of excelling

at mutilation instead of music.

Okay.

(vehicle door closes)

That's him. Hey, Dayvion.

What's up, officers?

Just here for a quick
parole search.

Come on in.
I ain't got nothing to hide.

Actually, let's start
with your car.

(snickers)
That's not my car.

Oh, no?

Well, let's just
check to be sure.

(car alarm beeps)

That's not a good start, man.

(sighs)

Oh. And it just got worse.

I suppose this isn't
your gun, either?

All right.

(handcuffs click)

Ugh.

Why couldn't my doppelgänger
be less greasy?

It's actually surprising
how easily you turn skeevy.

Oh. Looking good, Juicy.

I am seriously second-guessing
this tactical decision

to wear a thong
for authenticity. It's like...

(rap music playing)

Yo. Are we doin' this or what?

(Hajek): We are. Meet my guys
at Whittier Air Strip.

30 minutes.

Air strip?
I thought this job was local.

(Hajek): It's not.
That a problem?

Uh, yeah, that's a problem.

I travel with three
suitcases minimum.

It requires precision
to look this good.

(Hajek): Tough.
I'm paying you to drive,
not to play dress up.

So get your ass
to the Air Strip or
look good in a coffin.

(cellphone clicks)

-We got to call it off.
-What's the problem?

Once we're in the air,
no backup, no surveillance.

Things go sideways,
we're completely on our own.

Plus, we'll have no idea
where they're going.

It's not worth the risk.
I'm pulling the plug.

Uh, wait. Hold on. The pilot
has to file a flight plan.

You could follow along
in the LAPD plane.

The paperwork to get that
authorized will take all day.

And you're wheels up in an hour.

I mean, I can get a private
jet there in 45 minutes.

Also, what kind of caviar
do you guys like?

I'll just get an assortment.

(cellphone beeps)

(tires screech)

(vehicle doors open)

(chains rattling)

Hello, John.

Rosalind.

You look good. Happy.

Would you say that's
job satisfaction?

Or Bailey?

I'd say it's seeing
justice served.

He's such a boy scout.

-John Nolan.
-Megan Suriel.

I assume you've been briefed
on our security arrangements.

-I have.
-Let's go.

You know, I follow Bailey
on Instagram.

Oh, I love that cake
she made this morning.

And Luna, too.
She is getting good on a horse.

Oh, and Lucy's little
friend Tamara,

she is doing so well at SMC.

Am I supposed to applaud that
you can use social media?

Or are you hoping
I'll be unsettled

that you're name-dropping
people I care about?

I think it's the only
party trick she's got.

I was so disappointed Lucy
decided not to testify.

I was really looking forward
to seeing her again,

revisiting our favorite song.

Will you please
send her my love?

No.

(tires squeal)

(hip-hop music plays)

(music stops)

Yo. Nice ride.

(Lyon): You're late.

Yeah, well, our quickie
wasn't so quick.

-Where's Dayvion?
-Flaked.

-That ain't like him.
-That's exactly like him.

Hajek's pissed. We had to
scramble to get a replacement.

-That's Sway.
-(Chen): Hi, sexy.

-I'm Sava.
-What's up? Jake.

-We got a lot of gear.
-It's a big job.

Mm-hmm. Are you gonna
finally tell us what it is?

-When we're airborne. First...
-Cell phones.

-Mm.
-You'll get them back

when it's over.
Can't risk operational security.

You hear that, baby?

We're in the big leagues now.

Using terms like
"operational security".

(chuckles)

(Lyon): Get in the damn plane.

You heard the man.

Get in the damn plane.

They're boarding.
How's that jet coming?

-It's almost here.
-(cellphone chimes)

Hajek's crew just filed
their flight plan.

-Where are they going?
-Vegas.

-(siren wails)
-(indistinct conversations)

Hey, Beth.
Wondered if I'd run into you.

Wesley. Did I hear you're
joining the D.A.'s office?

Next week. I'm here defending

my last case
before the transition.

I was shocked to hear you're
representing Rosalind Dyer.

Thought corporate law
was your thing.

Corporate law is my dad's thing.

I need to pave my own way.

Well, representing the most
brutal serial killer

in L.A.'s history, that'll
certainly put you on the map.

This is me. I would
wish you luck, but, uh...

I hope your client rots in hell.

Well, you're not alone.
Crap, I'm late.

Uh, take the stairs.
The elevators are a nightmare.

Thanks.

(elevator bell dings)

The package is on
the sixth floor.

We're shutting it down now.

(police radio chatter)

Whoa. This area is secure.
You need to go back downstairs.

I'm Beth Veston, attorney
for Rosalind Dyer.

You can see your client
in the courtroom.

My client has a lawful right

to appear in civilian
clothing at trial.

She gets changed, or you get
sued and I get a mistrial.

So spunky.
Don't you just love her.

That room right there is
for counseling clients.

She can change there.
I will be present.

What about attorney/client
privacy?

I'll close my ears.
Peel off and secure each door.

No one else comes in this hall.

See you soon, John.

Get in there.

Can't I sit?

You're gonna be sitting all day.

(zipper opens)

-Step back.
-It's already been searched.

She's just doing her job.

(sighs)

All right.

Get her dressed.

(Rosalind): Well, aren't you
going to uncuff me?

Not all the way.

Your attorney can help
you get dressed.

I'll uncuff you in stages,
starting at the bottom.

(chains rattling)

(pen slices)

(groaning)

(panting)

Did I do it?
Is she dead?

You did great.

Get her keys.

(laughing)

This is taking too long.

(Grey): Nolan, there's been
a credible bomb threat.

We're evacuating
the courthouse.

So I need you
to secure Rosalind

and put her back
on the prison transport.

(alarm blaring)

It's Rosalind.
She's trying to escape.

(coughing)

Rosalind is out of pocket.
She may be dressed as a deputy.

Repeat, Rosalind has escaped.

We need to lock this
building down.

(Girls Against Boys'
♪ Bullet Proof Cupid ♪ plays)

I have eyes on Dyer.
Red hair, Deputy uniform.

Repeat, Rosalind Dyer is 45-32.

(woman): Stay calm.
Keep moving.

Nolan. What's going on?

Stop that deputy!

(screaming)

Give me your hands!

(sirens blaring)

(sirens blaring)

(rap music)

Nice guns.

Your friends are so grumpy.

Ain't no one here to have fun.
It's a job.

That's what everyone
keeps saying.

Except so far,
it's just been the world's
lamest bachelor party.

Yo, y'all gonna tell us
what this gig is or what?

-You know who Roman Krupka is?
-Nope.

He imports H
for the Monarch Cartel.

-So, the competition.
-Something like that.

Krupka's paranoid,
doesn't trust computers,

never keeps a written record.

The details of his operation
exist in one place:

"The Brain".
A man named Leonard Madris.

(scoffs)
Ain't that a little dangerous,

making one man the center
of your whole operation?

(chuckles)
Yeah, it is.

That's why Madris is kept
under heavy guard.

Barely leaves Krupka's compound.

But we received a solid tip

that he's headed to Vegas
this weekend.

With his bodyguards?

Never goes anywhere
without them.

That's where you come in.

You guys take out the guards
while I grab Madris.

And then we torture
The Brain for every detail.

-(scoffs)
-And take over the business.

Oh. It sounds like we should
be getting paid more.

Tough. Like my mom used to say,

"You get what you get,
and you don't get upset."

Well, this seems a lot bigger
than we thought.

Yep.

(elevator bell dings)

(mid-tempo music plays)

(Grey): So, what are you
doing here?

I thought you were
on maternity leave.

I was until "Jacqueline
the Ripper" escaped.

What can I do?

Are you sure? You're like
eleventy months pregnant.

Okay, let me amend that.
What can I do

that does not involve
leaving the station?

Rosalind's lawyer's in the box.

Says she'll only talk to Nolan.

Why don't you do
the interview with him?

It's a full house.

Rosalind mentioned them by name.

We got protection units
for everyone else.

Oh, I know. I said hi
to the one outside my house
as I was leaving.

And by the way, love the shoes.

(chuckles)

-(Nolan): Hey.
-(Nyla): What's this I hear

-about a Golden Ticket?
-Well, that hardly seems
important right now.

All I am saying is welcome
to the club.

-Thank you.
-You look like you're ready

to give birth at any moment.

Do you want to sit?

I will never be able
to get back up.

You know, I could ask Bailey
to call the firehouse,

have them bring in
a gurney, just so at least
you could lie down?

You had me at "do the job
from bed".

I'll do it.
I saw Bailey in the break room.

Come on, Tamara.
Let's get some snacks.

We are going to be here
for a while.

-Wesley knows the lawyer.
-Really?

A little. We went
to high school together.

Our families move
in the same circles.

-Meaning she's rich?
-Beyond.

Any insight into why
she would do this?

Not really, no. I mean,
she was always a little creepy.

Very bright, but casually cruel.

I always chalked it up
to privilege.

Clearly, Rosalind hired her

because she sensed Beth
would make a good acolyte.

Like Caleb.

-Has she asked for a lawyer?
-No.

She's representing herself.

Let's go talk to her, then.

(door opens)

-Who are you?
-Detective Harper.

And I am supposed to be
at home in bed right now,

so forgive me if I skip
the small talk.

You confessed to killing
Deputy Suriel.

Why'd you do that?

Rosalind talked about you
all the time.

The boy scout.

Honestly, it made me
a little jealous.

Look, you clearly need help.

Tell us where Rosalind is.

We'll push for you
to get sentenced to
a psychiatric hospital.

I'm not crazy.

I'm special.

Rosalind showed me that.

What are you doing?

I'm supposed to tell
you something.

People are gonna die.
(chuckles)

People are gonna die,
and you can't save them.

(chuckles)

(doorbell rings)

-Can I help you?
-Yes.

Your daughter sent me.

(gasps)

(crying)

Help me!

(glass shatters)

(cellphone chimes)

-Look at this.
-No way.

-What?
-Rosalind Dyer just escaped.

(Wisco): I'm glad we're not
in L.A. tonight.

That chick gives me nightmares.

(Lyon): Yeah, but it'd be the
perfect night to run wild,

'cause the cops will totally be
distracted looking for her.

-How long till we land?
-15 minutes.

-Plenty of time.
-For what?

Mile high club, baby.

I never thought you'd ask.

(door opens, closes)

-How could this happen?
-I don't know.

But every law enforcement
agency in Southern California
is on it, okay?

-She won't be out long.
-Uh, did she have help?

Another apprentice.
Like Caleb? I mean--

Stop, okay? Stop.

We can't worry about
that right now.

If your head is not 100% in
the game, it'll get you killed.

You're right. I-I know.
I just... It's... I'm fine.

-I-I can do this.
-No.

No, you're not.

I'm pulling the plug
as soon as we land.

Uh... No.

Look, the stakes are too high.

This is our one chance
at Madris.

The news threw me for a second,
but I'm... I'm fine.

-I can do this.
-(knock on door)

Yo, finish up.
We're landing.

(breathes deeply)

Okay.

Lucy, if you change your mind,
you just say the word.

-I will.
-Okay?

-Mm-hmm.
-Let's go.

-Wait.
-What?

We're supposed to be
hooking up in here.

What?

(sighs)

Okay. Um... that's good.

Yeah. Let's do this.

(♪♪)

♪ Luck be a lady tonight ♪

♪ Luck be a lady tonight ♪

(indistinct chatter)

♪ Luck be a lady tonight ♪♪

(slot machine dinging)

(slot machines beeping)

Room keys.

Wisco and I are on
either side of you.

Sway's across the hall.
We have some time, so rest up.

Who sleeps in Vegas?
We're hitting the clubs.

No. You're staying close,
and you're staying sharp.

Jake!

(Lyon): We're on the move
at first light.

Jake!

Hey, girl.

(woman): Oh, don't
"hey, girl" me.

You weren't even
gonna look at me?

Didn't I tell you the next time
I saw you I'd light

that greasy hair of yours
on fire?

(sighs)

You lost a lot of weight, huh?

Oh, hey. Hello? Back off.

You must be the new skank.

(chuckles)

-Who are you calling a skank?
-Aah!

You better get
the hell out of here.

If I see you again,
I'm gonna rip this janky-ass

hairpiece out of your head. Hmm?

That's enough.

What? You want me to let her go?

Please.

(breathing heavily)

Psycho.

She's cute.

You two need to keep
a lower profile.

The last thing we want
is for you to get arrested

over some B.S. with an ex.

Yo, we'll be on
our best behavior.

-Scout's honor.
-Mm, screw that.

We are going to hit the casino

and see if we can get lucky
three times in one day.

Hm?

(Bradford): Mind if we sit in?

(Lopez): It's a free country.

(Bradford): Target's
Leonard Madris.

(rap music)

Madris knows where everything

in Roman Krupka's operation
is buried, and everyone.

Where is he? I'll have
Vegas P.D. pick him up.

They haven't told us.

We make our move first
thing in the morning.

We won't know anything
until we're en route.

What happened with Rosalind?

She hired a psychopath lawyer

who helped her kill
a deputy and escape.

I knew it.

Another Caleb.

-You need to protect Tamara.
-Already on it.

She's at the station, and
we have protection details

on everyone we think
Rosalind might even think
about going after.

Are you sure you're up for this?

If you need to pull
the rip cord, I understand.

-She's solid.
-(Lopez): Okay.

I'll contact Vegas P.D.,
and with any luck,

they'll get a location
on Madris tonight

so we can snatch up your crew
before bullets start flying.

What happens if we don't
catch him in time?

We have to be creative.
Remember, our priority

is saving lives, even if that
means we lose Madris.

Let's go.

That's it for me.

You won all that just now?

Yeah.

Can you help me?

If you let me keep some.

Eh...

I got something.

I found an article
Beth published

in her school's law review.

And she argues that criminality
is a construct that changes

based on the prevailing
social mores of the culture.

-Sounds pretentious.
-I don't entirely disagree.

Mm. Towards the end,
she defends cannibalism.

Ooh. Okay.
Well, she lost me there.

Morally flexible.
Just Rosalind's type.

I get what Rosalind saw in Beth
and what she needed from her,

but what does Beth
get out of this?

Love?

-She's infatuated with Rosalind?
-Maybe.

(Nolan): I think you're gonna
want to see this.

They've been scrubbing security
footage from the courthouse.

This BMW was parked
by the south exit.

It's registered
to Nicole Veston.

Beth's mom?

Okay, so she borrowed
the car for the day?

No. Beth's car is still parked
at the courthouse.

So she left it there
for Rosalind.

Probably had a change of clothes

and a burner phone
ready to go.

We don't think the mom
is in on it, do we?

No, no.
Beth hates her parents.

It's more likely she used
their car to hurt them.

Anybody I ever knew
who hated their parents
were also scared of them.

That is what she's getting
out of this relationship.

Rosalind's gonna kill
her parents for her.

(door opens)

(man): Go, go, go!

Secure the perimeter.

(police radio chatter)

(door opens)

(Nolan): Bodies!

(panting)

(sighing)

She cleaned out the safe.

Sir.

Hello, John.
Oh, it really was nice

to see you happy this morning.

And I thought maybe you'd
like to see me happy, too.

-(knife slicing)
-(Rosalind moaning)

Really is like riding a bike.

(TV): Authorities urge caution
and calm tonight as the city

reels from the news that
Rosalind Dyer has escaped.

(TV shuts off)

They don't know anything
we don't.

(remote clatters)

Yeah.

Yeah.

Ugh, my head is killing me.

You're really good
at this, you know?

The whole undercover thing.

Thank you.

Uh, do you mind if I take
the first shower?

No, it's fine.

-Hey, you hungry?
-(Chen): Yes.

I would get some French fries
if you're ordering.

Yeah. O-Okay.
Um... Fries.

(shower running)

(TV): ...and Cal State
all even here

in the late-going 89th minute.

2-2. Fresno at the--

(shower stops, TV shuts off)

The water pressure is epic.

And I'm totally taking
one of these robes.

Wait.
That's not stealing, right?

No, no.
They'll just charge it to Hajek.

Then we should take two.
(chuckles)

What?

-Do you want to talk about it?
-About what?

The airplane bathroom.
Your apartment.

Look, I-I don't know.
Call me crazy,

but it just doesn't feel
like pretend.

It's an intimate act.

I mean, we'd have
to be dead inside

for it to not trigger
something, right?

It... It's basic biology.

Okay, so...

So you're saying
it's not a big deal?

Doesn't mean anything?

Right? I...

(cellphone ringing)

-Yo.
-(Lopez): It's me.
Can you talk?

Yeah. I'm just alone with Lucy
in the hotel room.

-(Lopez): Uh-oh.
-What do you got?

(Lopez): Las Vegas P.D.
got a location on Madris.

We're mobilizing with LVPD,
unless you think you need us.

No. We should be good
until morning.

(Lopez): When we get Madris,
we're coming back to grab
Hajek's crew.

All right. We'll be ready.
Good luck.

(Lopez): Don't do anything
I wouldn't do.

They get a line on Madris?

-Yeah.
-Good. Okay.

Uh, I'm gonna blow-dry my hair.

Otherwise, it'll be crazy
in the morning.

(blow dryer running)

-(knock on door)
-(woman): Hey, Jake.

Hey, Jake.
I know you're in there.

(grunts)

(breathing heavily)

Hey, buddy.
This girl says you're not Jake.

-(zip tie creaks)
-Go get her.

(blow dryer running)

(groaning)

Don't kill her yet.

No, you got this all wrong.

Chick hasn't seen me in forever.

I lost weight.
So what?

She said you guys hooked up
three weeks ago,

you had quite the gut.

(punches landing in distance)

(gunshot)

(screams)

(grunting)

-Are you okay?
-I'll live.

(Chen): Hands behind your back!
Do it now!

-(zip tie creaks)
-Hands behind your back.

Oh, gosh. Remind me
not to take a guy out
while I'm wearing a robe.

I showed him the entire
world just now.

Rosalind's only been out
for 12 hours

and three people are dead.

This isn't your fault.

(sighs)

Well, I was the one that pushed
to try her for Caleb's crimes.

She was already gonna spend
the rest of her life in prison.

No. You wanted to give
Caleb's victims closure.

Yeah. But I also wanted
the glory of trying that case.

Now I got to live with that.

Go home.

Get some sleep.

There's a police escort
waiting for you downstairs.

What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna finish this bottle.

(chuckles)

-Good night. Go easy.
-Yeah.

-See you.
-See you tomorrow.

-Hey, Chris.
-Yeah?

When you see Lucy tonight...

...tell her I'm sorry.

Yeah. I will.

Hey, it's me.

I know you're not checking
your messages.

You probably don't even
have your phone with you.

But, uh, I wanted to call
and say I'm thinking about you,

and, uh, I can't wait
until you're home.

Please, just, uh, call me
the second you hear this.

Hey.

(engine starts)

(suspenseful music plays)

Wake up, sleeping beauty.

-Did we catch her?
-No.

But I am here to take
you home regardless.

Mm. Mm-hmm.

Not a great start
to maternity leave.

Well, taking it easy
is not your strong suit.

No, but I have other gifts.

So many other gifts.

Here's your first lesson
in self-care... You ready?

Step one: leave the station.

Mm. Is step two
eat ice cream for breakfast?

-How'd you guess?
-(chuckles)

Bye, guys.

Agent Garza just called.

A Porsche registered
to the Veston family

crossed the border
three hours ago.

So Rosalind is gone?

It's safe for us all to go home?

-That's right.
-(cellphone chimes)

Sweet. Lucy just texted.

She's headed back
to the apartment.

Well, it's been real.

I wouldn't want to hide from a
crazed killer with anyone else.

Let's go find my wife.
We'll give you a ride home.

So how long do you think
Rosalind will lay low?

If she's smart, forever.
She sticks her head up

even for a second,
the feds will find her.

She won't stop killing.
She can't.

As long as she keeps quiet,

takes people that
won't be missed,

she could fly under the radar
for a very long time.

She's not that modest. Getting
caught was the best thing

that ever happened to her.

She wants us to know exactly
what she's capable of.

On that terrifying note...

(sighing)
...let's go home.

-All right.
-Good work today.

-Not good enough.
-Hey, some days are like that.

I'm sure this is the furthest
thing from your mind,

but have you decided
what you're gonna do with
your Golden Ticket?

Yes, I have.

-Woof woof?
-Very funny, but no.

-Detective?
-Also no.

Training officer.

(laughing)

I knew it, and I admire it.

Of course, everyone else is
gonna give you endless grief.

-Of course.
-(laughs)

But I know you're doing it
to give back.

And that's noble as hell.

If I want to be part
of the change,

I need to put my money
where my mouth is.

Literally. Do you know how much
forensic techs can make?

-Yes. I...
-(laughs)

I'll schedule your T.O. exam
as soon as possible.

Well, maybe give me
a couple days to study up.

-I've been a little busy.
-Will do.

Right.

I cannot wait to get out
of these clothes.

Yeah. I'm not gonna miss
that hairdo.

I kinda like yours.

(chuckles)

Thank you for walking me up.

No problem.

I guess this is it.

Tomorrow, we are
back to being us.

Right.

And everything
that happened undercover,

we will just leave behind.

Right. Yeah.

What happens undercover
stays undercover.

(both chuckle)

You know, in a sense,

since we haven't been debriefed,
we're still undercover.

-I guess you're right.
-Mm-hmm.

Do you want to come in?

♪ I swear I said your name
30 times tonight ♪

I-I shouldn't.

♪ At this point
No one believes you're real ♪

♪ I swear I said your name ♪

♪ I swear I said your name ♪

♪ Just make it sound good
Just make it sound good ♪

♪ Make it sound good
Make it sound good ♪

♪ Make it sound good
Make it sound good... ♪♪

Can I make you a drink?

I'm good.

Oh. Chris.

I didn't know that you
were gonna be here.

Tim and I were ju... No.

-Wait. He still has a pulse.
-(cellphone beeping)

Yeah, this is Sergeant
Tim Bradford.

I need an ambulance
at 2733 Elmhurst Drive,
Apartment 610.

Tim!

-(cellphone rings)
-One sec.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello, John.

Rosalind?

I have to be quick.
We're refueling.

But I just wanted to make sure
someone checked on Lucy.

What have you done?

(cellphone beeps)

(dramatic music)

(♪♪)