All language subtitles for The Rookie_S05E02_Labor Day.English (CC)

-Previously on The Rookie.
-Any other plans?

I have to sell our dad's house.

We could make some money
if we put in a little effort.

(Nolan): Chief of Police gave me
a Golden Ticket.

-I can pick any job I want.
-What are you gonna pick?

He's gonna pick something lame.

-Training officer.
-I knew it.

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

-Next week.
-Do you want to come in?

I just wanted to make sure
someone checked on Lucy.

(suspenseful music plays)

-He still has a pulse.
-What have you done?

Oh, don't trip on the mat.

Rosalind cut my wrists,
not my ankles.

(chuckles)

You just got out
of the hospital.

How tragic would it be
if my chic,

yet affordable welcome mat
sent you right back?

You know you're cute
when you worry.

-I am cute always.
-That's true.

-Ooh. New sofa.
-Yeah.

You kind of ruined
the last one with all the...

all the bleeding.

Hey, it's okay.

No, it's not.

It's what we make it.

And I say,

let's make the most
of your day off

and cuddle up on the couch

to binge the crap out
of something mindless.

Deal?

-Deal.
-All right.

-(knocking)
-Knock-knock. Hi.

I'm looking for Lucy Chen.

Uh, yeah, that's me.

Detective Misha Porter.

I teach at
the undercover academy

-up in Sacramento.
-Yeah, I know who you are.

Well, I'm doing some recruiting,
and your name keeps coming up.

You've worked
several impressive operations.

Makes for an ideal candidate.
So I'm here to recruit you.

Uh...
(chuckles)

When do classes start?

Next Monday.
Sorry for the late notice.

We had another candidate
fall out.

But I'm positive
your sergeant will approve it.

Yeah, he--
He would, for sure.

(chuckles)
It's just I have, um...

I have some things going on
in my personal life

right now, and--

If it's not a good time,
I get it.

But you should know

my classes will open up
a ton of doors for you.

No, I-I know.

Detective Harper
has told me all about it.

You'll have
every major unit competing

to poach you from patrol.

(exhales sharply)

Um, this is amazing.

Thank you.

I-I will definitely
think about this.

Okay.

Thank you.

What are you doing?
Think about it?

No. Go out there
and tell her yes.

I can't.

Baby, you almost died.

But I didn't.

I'll be fine.

-Chris...
-Lucy, I'll be fine.

No. I'm not leaving you.

Undercover school can wait.

So, what do you want to binge?

(scoffs)

♪ Oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ I'm gonna win for you

♪ Like I know
you want me to do ♪♪

(music continues)

We will talk about it
when we get home, okay?

(vehicle door closes)

I can't do this right now.

Because I can't.

Look, we'll talk
when I get home.

Everything okay?

It's fine.
Um, thanks for stopping by.

The Realtor just needs you
to sign a couple of things

before the open house today.

-Absolutely.
-What do you think?

-Looks pretty good, right?
-Unrecognizable.

The broker thinks
we're gonna have it sold

by the end of the week.

That's great.
Once this place sells,

we can finally
put it all behind us.

Yeah. Yeah, it'll be nice.

Can move on.

Don't.

Don't what?
Have feelings?

Don't get all misty-eyed
over Hill House.

It's our childhood home.
Selling it means something.

Hopefully, it means
a half a million dollars each.

I got to get to work.

Call me if you need anything.

Will do.

(Grey):
Now you're just showing off.

A 98
on your training officer exam?

Pretty impressive.

-Thank you, sir.
-So next week,

you're off to F.T.O.
School for post certification.

And then, after that,

you will officially be
a Field Training Officer.

But until then,

I need someone to finish
training Officer Thorsen.

You up for a trial run?

Is that allowed?

It is if I say it is.

Harper has got him
most of the way there.

Only a few weeks
until he graduates.

I'm happy to do it.

And, sir, thank you
for all your help with this.

Please.
You're helping me out.

We've, um, come a long way,
haven't we, sir?

Yeah.

Or maybe it's about time
I start calling you Wade?

Get out of my office,
Officer Nolan.

Yes, sir.

And close my door.

Yes, sir.

Good morning.

Good morning, Officer Nolan.

I prepped the shop,
loaded the war bags,

and I got you
this cup of coffee here.

Harper trained you well.

I mean, if you want a challenge,

I can be the, uh, worst rookie
you've ever come across.

-Just be yourself.
-Okay. I can do that.

You know, typically,
I like to start my morning off

with, you know,
a little TikTok dance,

just to get, like, you know,
the hips warmed up.

It kind of helps--
-A little less yourself.

Copy that.

Everything's controlled
through here and the app.

Okay.
Looks simple enough.

(groaning)

What was that?

Uh, my wife's in pre-labor.

And we're having a home birth.
(chuckles)

(chuckles)

And you just moved?

Well, the plan was to wait
until after the baby,

but then the nesting hormones
took over,

and the next thing I knew,
we were in escrow.

But I'm all over it.

I feel like I've trained
my whole life for this moment.

Cool.

(groaning)

All right.

Assure Home Security system
is live.

Sensors on every door
and window.

Just need to put the app
on your phone.

I forgot
they were even coming today.

Oh, you got a lot on your plate.

Just concentrate
on giving birth.

I've got the rest.

You know, when you said
you were gonna be

a good labor assistant,

I thought it was just
one of those things

that men say when they act
like they know something

but they really don't.

Well, this is actually
my third rodeo.

My ex had zero trust
in the medical system,

so both boys were born at home.
You know, in a way,

I've actually got
more childbirth experience

-than you do.
-Mm. Thank God.

'Cause after last time,

I cannot imagine giving birth
in a hospital again.

Well, this birth
will be different.

The placenta is completely clear
of the baby's pathway.

Your OB-GYN signed off.

We got the midwife
on speed dial,

and if anything goes wrong,
hospital is four minutes away.

But just FYI, I can get us
to the hospital in two minutes

because I know a shortcut.

Uh, I don't think a sidewalk
is considered a shortcut.

Mm-hmm. Mm, mm!

-Contractions?
-Mm-hmm.

(breathing heavily)

Tell me we got this.

We got this.

Okay. Mm.

What was the color of the truck
three cars back?

-Red.
-(police radio chatter)

How many sex workers
have we passed?

Four.

What are the crime stats
for this area?

-In this last week?
-Yes.

Um, three motor vehicle thefts.
Two burglaries.

And seven thefts from vehicles.

All right.

Here's something
you won't know.

What is the best sealant to use

when joining plastic to tile?

I mean,
there's a lot of great options,

but probably something
silicone-based would work best.

How did you know that?

You told me that yesterday.

Right.

(radio): 7-Adam-15, I have
a call for a welfare check

at 707 Palm Street.

Show us responding.

(dog barking)

Police.

Hey, Nolan.

(dramatic music plays)

Hold your breath.

He's gone.

(engine shuts off)

And he's a cop.

(tense music plays)

Welcome to the D.A.'s office.

Thanks.

I'm not gonna lie.
It's weird to be working here.

Yeah, I'll bet.

Uh, break room's around
that corner over there,

where you'll find every
old-school snack

you didn't think
they still made anymore.

Because they don't.
They're just old.

Seriously.
Don't eat them.

Good to know.

And this is your office.

And these are your case files.

That is a lot.

Well, we like to keep up
a brisk pace.

You spend too much time
in any one case,

-and the backlog will kill you.
-Hmm.

Well, the good news is,
at least,

this one doesn't seem
worth pursuing.

Find the ones that are,
kick the rest.

Prosecutorial discretion
is a beautiful thing.

Have fun.

Yeah.

-(siren wails)
-(police radio chatter)

(camera shutter snaps)

He one of ours?

Sheriff's Deputy.
His name's Garrett Patel.

He was dead when we arrived.
Carbon monoxide poisoning.

Let's make sure we honor him

and not let anything slip
through the cracks.

-Right.
-Where's your rookie?

-Uh, inside with T.I.D.
At this point in his training,

I thought
it'd be valuable for him

to process a crime scene
with them.

Smart. All right,
I'll keep an eye on him,

and you go to the morgue
with our victim.

Dr. Roberts has agreed
to do a rush preliminary exam.

All right.
I'll swing by afterwards,

-pick up Aaron.
-Thanks.

So, this is the rebozo lift
and sift technique,

helps pull the weight
off the lower back.

Mm. Feels amazing.

It can really help

once the contractions
get more intense.

(heavy metal music plays)

What is that?

It's death metal.
No.

Thrash metal.
Thrash metal.

Mnh-mnh, no,
not at my home birth.

-Help me up.
-No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

You relax. Stay here.

I'll go talk to them.

-Neighbor.
-What do you want?

W-We just moved in
across the street.

My wife and I are having a baby,
a home birth.

She just started
having contractions.

Uh, this music is not on
our labor playlist,

if you know what I mean.

Um, can you turn it down?

No.

(heavy metal music continues)

Okay, Nyla...

Nyla, you don't want
to stress the baby.

I-I'm sure they'll turn it off
at some point.

Move.

Turn the music down.

Now.

Yo, turn it down.

(volume decreases)

Thank you so much.

All I'll say is,
I'm glad you're on my side.

(Nolan):
You found something already?

Possibly. I haven't done
the full autopsy yet,

but I found something
concerning on the external exam.

Several patches
of missing chest hair.

All around the same position.

-Like it was pulled out.
-Right.

And I found
some adhesive residue

on the surrounding hair
and skin.

-(saw whirring)
-Tape.

So maybe he was wearing a wire?
Doing undercover work?

One other thing.

All right.
What am I looking at here?

I found these fibers
on his wrists.

I believe they're from
soft wrist restraints,

the kind that don't leave marks.

Well, we didn't find anything
like that in the car,

which would suggest

he was restrained long enough

for the carbon monoxide
to do its job,

and then,
the restraints were removed,

making it look like a suicide.

But why would someone go
to so much trouble

to murder a Sheriff's Deputy?

(suspenseful music plays)

Undercover school
sounds amazing.

"Self-surgery."

"Six things to say
when your cover's blown."

(chuckles)

"When your informant
is a double agent."

Yeah, you have to go.

This is where I want to be.

Lucy, if you're staying here
out of guilt, don't.

This wasn't your fault.

Of course it was my fault.

Rosalind targeted you
because of me.

She's angry
that I didn't testify.

-You don't know that.
-Yes, I do.

I moved on.
She couldn't handle that.

She'd been looking forward
to torturing me on the stand.

And when I took that
away from her, she...

She tried to take you.

But she didn't.

Chris--
-No.

Listen,

if you skip U.C. school
because of this,

that's something
she will be taking from you.

(sighs)

Hey.

Garrett Patel was assigned
to a special narcotics unit

in the Sheriff's Department.

Word is
they run mostly reversals.

Which means?

Which means
law enforcement officers

pose as drug sellers.

They flash real dope
to lure the buyers.

And then,
when the money is exchanged,

-they make the arrest.
-Nice.

You think Garrett
was wearing a wire

-as part of an investigation?
-Maybe.

But it doesn't explain
his murder.

A staged suicide isn't exactly
a drug dealer's go-to.

They're a lot less subtle.

So what's next?
We reach out to his unit?

Garrett's ex-wife just landed.
I'll talk to her first.

See if she has any insight.

Right.

We got divorced,
uh, five months ago,

but we still talked.

-About work?
-A little.

Garrett seemed really stressed.

And, of course,
he wouldn't tell me why.

Part of the reason why we split
was because it was clear

that he was keeping things
from me.

And it got really bad
at the end.

His narcotics buddies
would come over to play poker,

and the second
I walked in the room,

they would get quiet.

Can I get their names?

Yeah, it's, uh, Walt Lindbeck.
He's the team leader.

Super cocky.
Thinks he's God's gift.

Um, Simon Ayer.

He's a sweet guy.

He's young, like Garrett.

But Rick Croyer...

He just gave me a bad feeling.

Look, don't get me wrong.

We had other problems
with our marriage.

But when Garrett started
hanging with "The Crew,"

that was the beginning
of the end.

Wait.
They call themselves "The Crew"?

(Bradford):
When will cops learn?

Learn what?

Look, you can hang out
with other cops all you want,

but the second
you give your group a name,

it's just a matter of time
until you're under indictment.

Really?
Does that work for any name?

What if you call yourselves
"The Snuggle Bunch"?

-You're going to prison.
-Totally.

I can't explain it,
but it never fails.

Give yourself a name,
go to jail.

Noted. But I think
the judge is gonna want

a little more than that.

So how are we going
after these guys?

You're kidding.
10 offers already?

That's incredible.

I know.
I'm a little in shock.

So, what's the highest offer?

$50,000 over asking.
From a developer.

But there's also this family.

The dad included

the most touching letter
with the offer,

all about how much
it would mean to his kids

to finally have a home.

Okay, so, what's their offer?

Asking.

So $50,000 less.

It's still more
than we expected to get.

Besides, the developer
will just tear it down.

Good.
House is an actual crime scene.

It should be torn down.

Listen, Genny, I got to go.

Keep me posted.

Hey.

Uh, I'll do a number three.

-Coming right up.
-Thank you.

We got a number three.

What's up, gentlemen?

-Hey.
-You guys, uh,

work with that deputy
that killed himself?

We did, actually.

Sorry for your loss.

Tim Bradford,
Mid-Wilshire Division.

-My guys found the body.
-Oh, thanks.

Yeah, it's always tough
to lose someone

you were in the trenches with.

I just wish we had realized
how much he'd been hurting.

It's got to be rough.

Well, look, if you guys
need anything...

-Thanks.
-Yeah.

Actually, uh...

You know, we've been hearing
some rumors about foul play.

Yeah?
Hadn't heard that.

I can check, though.

You guys working on something

that could have come back
on him?

Eh, that's tough to say.

We put away
a lot of bad hombres,

but nobody immediately
springs to mind.

Well, I'll tell you this,

if someone did kill Garrett,

they're not gonna survive
that trip to lockup.

I can do some digging
and get back to you.

(chuckles)

Sergeant Lindbeck.

It's Walt.
Much appreciated.

Yeah. Least I could do.

Cops got to stick together,
right?

Damn right.

-Alright. Take care.
-You too.

Those aren't grieving faces.

Those are guys
terrified of getting caught.

Great.
Where's my burrito?

Sorry. I got distracted
trying to gaslight crooked cops.

Crooked how?

They're running reversals,
right?

So instead of arresting
the dealers,

they're taking the cash
and cutting them free.

With their intel,

they would know exactly
who to target.

And with their access
to real drugs,

they could make sales
seem legit.

And it's not like the dealers
can call the cops to complain.

I'll read Wesley in.

I need you guys
to hit up your CIs.

If The Crew
are ripping off dealers,

there's gonna be a lot of
pissed-off criminals out there.

Someone's heard something.

You know, Harper has got
the best CIs in the station.

You're right.

Nolan, call Harper.

She likes you best.

Really?

Mm-hmm.

On it.

That was a dirty lie.

Today is her due date.

Do you want to be the one
calling her about work?

You're an evil genius.
Emphasis on the "evil."

Damn straight.

Now give me half that burrito

before I turn my evil
against you.

So, how's Lucy?

Uh, you know,
she's still a little shaken.

Taking some time
to get Chris settled.

Remind me what you were doing
at her apartment

when you found
Chris bleeding out?

Just... dropping her off
after we got back from Vegas.

Mm-hmm.

What are you implying?

What do you think?

I was just dropping her off.

Mm-hmm.

(cellphone ringing)

You don't have to answer that.

Nolan, has someone been shot?

-No.
-Did someone catch

-Rosalind Dyer?
-No.

-Okay, then I'm hanging up.
-Wait, wait, wait.

There's a corrupt group
of deputies.

-They killed one of their own.
-All right, talk fast.

The whole point of a home birth
is to be left alone

to suffer in peace.

You're in labor?
Like right now?

Nolan, fast.

Uh, we think
they're ripping off dealers.

We need your best CI.

Uh, okay. Abel Lawton.

I will text you
his phone number.

-Thank you. Good--
-(line clicks)

Good luck.

-(knocking)
-Hey.

You still wading through
those case files?

No, I'm done.

You read them all,

or you just skimmed them
for the headlines?

Well, I got the gist.

-Ah.
-Jonathan, 19-year-old kid

arrested a year ago
on a gun charge.

Since then,
he's got his act together.

Taking trade school classes.

He's about to be credentialed
as a specialized pipefitter.

I'm gonna knock that one down
to a misdemeanor.

You're knocking down charges

while violent crime
is on the rise?

I don't think
that he's a violent criminal.

I think he carried a gun
for protection

in a neighborhood
where that makes sense.

I could run you
down my whole list,

-but that would take a while.
-No, no.

Just tell me how many cases
you're gonna plead out

and how many cases
you're taking to trial,

keeping in mind
the correct ratio

is nine plea bargains
for every trial.

Zero. And zero.

Well, that's not an option.

I'm just exercising
my prosecutorial discretion.

Ha, ha, ha. Look.

Pick a case to charge, any case,
by the end of the day, okay?

We didn't hire you so you can
give everyone a free pass.

(cellphone vibrating)

(suspenseful music plays)

(sighs)

Hey.

Hey. Got some time?

We have a case.
It's gonna be tricky.

Does it involve
punishing the poor?

No. Dirty cops.

I'll be right there.

You think it's too early
to get in the pool?

No.

Warm water could help you relax

and relieve
some of your back pain.

-What is that lovely smell?
-Mm.

I rubbed the lavender oil
onto my skin

so that my scent could calm you.

You really do think
of everything.

-Mm-hmm.
-(shouting indistinctly)

(sighs)

Is that the neighbors again?
I'm going over there.

Mnh-mnh.
No, no, no, no, you're not.

Just call in a noise complaint.

-(gunshots)
-(suspenseful music plays)

Uh, fireworks?

No, that was gunshots.

Officer Nyla Harper.

Shots fired
near 5575 Orange Grove.

Well, looks like a false alarm.

Didn't sound false.

Your neighbors said

they were watching
"Dirty Harry."

That's got to be what you heard.

Smitty, I am telling you,
I heard live gunshots.

We did a thorough search
of the house.

There was no sign of foul play.

And the only guns
that I saw...

...were on that homey's arms.

That dude is ripped.

Thank you, Smitty.

You are as much help
as I thought you would be.

You need a hand
with anything else?

No, thank you.
Goodbye.

(suspenseful music plays)

Maybe it was "Dirty Harry."
I mean,

they've got
a serious sound system in there.

Those shots were
from a high-caliber weapon,

not a 40-year-old handgun.

It was a big gun.

(chuckles)

Just saying.

(Nolan): Mr. Lawton,
thank you for coming in.

Yeah. Uh, can you
make it quick?

I-I-I don't like being here.

Oh, I'm sorry.
You know,

we could have come
to your place,

but that might have
jammed you up.

Okay, spare me the attitude,
all right?

You guys clearly need
something from me.

And I should warn you,
all right,

my rates
have gone up substantially

since, you know,

I've been selling intel
to the Feds

Yes, Harper did warn us
about that.

She told us to tell you,
"Remember Oceanside."

(sighs)
Okay. Uh...

(laughs)
On second thought, um...

Uh, for a friend of Harper's,
it's free.

Uh, what do you--
What do you need?

What do you know about anyone
ripping off drug dealers?

You mean,
those Sheriff's Department guys?

Uh, yeah.

They hit up my boy, Junior,
for like 100K.

Okay, well, uh,
we need to talk to him.

So where is he?

He's in lockup. Or...

at least he was.

He's in the morgue now.

Got shanked in prison
like two hours ago.

(Wesley):
They gave themselves a name?

When are cops gonna learn?

Clearly never.
And so far,

evidence is sketchy at best.

We think our victim

was recording
their criminal activity,

but we can't find
the recordings.

And we had a potential witness,

but he magically got shanked
in prison earlier today.

All right.
So what about financial records?

If they're stealing
from drug dealers,

where is the money going?

Nowhere we can find.
Clearly,

they're being very disciplined
with the cash they're stealing.

Then, you need the recordings.

Without them, there's no case.

I know.

-(sighs)
-(doorbell rings)

-Hi.
-Lucy.

Uh, were we expecting you?

Oh, no. But I-I heard
today was the big day,

so I brought you some food
so you didn't have to go out.

That is very sweet of you.
Uh, Nyla, Lucy's here.

So, it's totally vegetarian.
Ashwagandha...

Oh, my God!
You are glowing.

I am not, but thank you.
And thank you for the food.

Mm-hmm.

So, hey, while I'm here,

I wanted to run
something by you.

Um, I was offered a spot
in U.C. school.

That's great.
That's g--

You... you deserve it.
Um, quick question.

What do you think about
that house across the street?

Oh, I-I didn't really notice it.

So, the thing is,

Chris just got out
of the hospital,

and he really needs me
to help him.

Okay, so, James thinks
that I should drop it,

but something is going on
over at that house.

I heard gunshots earlier on.

And they sent Smitty.

-But I know Smitty is--
-Nyla Harper.

(sighs)
Yes.

Are you roping Lucy
into your fantasy?

It's not a fantasy.

O-Okay.
I didn't mean it like that.

I apologize.
But the truth is,

labor induces a tidal wave
of physiological changes.

Hormone levels spike,
neurotransmitters jack up

a kind of
fight-or-flight response.

Okay, is this just
your way of saying

that it's all in my head?

No.

All I'm saying is
you're about to give birth,

and you're hypersensitive
to anything

that might seem like a threat.

Yeah.
That seems logical.

Okay, uh, you know what?
I'm gonna--

I'm gonna go.
Um, should I say yes?

To what?

To U.C. school?

Yes.

-Say yes.
-Oh, okay--

(sighs)

I swear it'd be quieter
at a hospital.

(suspenseful music plays)

(bird cawing)

(object clatters)

Police!
Show yourself right now.

I don't want to hear it.

You broke the seal.
You're in my crime scene.

It was our guy who went down.

You think we're just gonna
stand on the sidelines,

watch the LAPD
screw up the investigation?

-You buying this?
-No.

Listen,
we're all on the same team--

Wrong.
We're investigating a homicide,

and you appear to be attempting
to obstruct that investigation.

You don't know what
you're talking about, honey.

Come on, let's go.

We got a warrant
to search everything, Walt,

including you.

That's not happening.

You don't want
to walk into this.

Try me.

Aah!

-(thuds)
-Don't!

Get up.

Get up.
Come on.

Hands behind your back.

(handcuffs click)

Shipping receipt
with Garrett's name on it.

A million bucks
it's a recording

from the wire
Garrett was wearing.

You're under arrest, gentlemen,

for removing evidence
and obstruction.

Turn around.

Where's your buddy Rick?

-(handcuffs click)
-(suspenseful music plays)

How about you?

You can help yourself here.

-Don't say a word.
-Don't listen to him.

Where's Rick?

You know, you'd think cops
would be smarter.

This warrant covers your phone.

(cellphone beeps)

Called Rick
right before we came in.

(cellphone rings)

-Hello.
-Hey.

Tim and I found The Crew
at Garrett's house

doing some evidence tampering.

We think Garrett mailed
the recordings to himself

at Coast to Post
Mailbox Service,

7646 West Vernon.

We're on it.

Move your ass.

Rick's already on his way there.

If he gets there first,
he'll destroy the evidence.

Hit it.

-(siren wailing)
-(engine revs)

(James): Is it okay
if I take a quick shower?

-Yep.
-(James): You sure?

-Yep.
-(James): Okay.

-(suspenseful music plays)
-(shower running)

(dramatic note plays)

"Dirty Harry" my ass.

(groaning)

(breathing heavily)

(door closes)

(exhales sharply)

(tense music plays)

(door opens)

You left the trunk open.

No, I didn't.

(tense music swells)

(breathing heavily)

(dramatic music plays)

Hey, neighbor!
Hey, hey!

How you doing?

Sorry to bother you.
Oh.

Our cat ran out,
um, and she...

She's a total troublemaker,
um,

but she's been declawed
so it's not safe for her

to be wandering around out here.

You haven't seen her, have you?

No.

No. Okay.
Uh, damn.

Well, please let me know
if you do.

Thank you.

Thanks again.

(door closes)

(suspenseful music plays)

(door opens)

Okay, what the hell
were you doing over there?

Gathering evidence.

Without a warrant?

Don't lecture me.
My water just broke.

The law still applies.

Wait--
W-W-What, what?

-Mm-hmm.
-Oh, come on, come on.

We got to get you
in the birthing tub,

and I got to call the midwife.
Come on.

All right.
You go around front.

-I'll scope it out inside.
-Copy that.

(suspenseful music plays)

(siren chirping)

Hey!

Hey, you guys need to move.

(horn honking)

(tense music plays)

-(Rick): Give me the package.
-(clerk): I-I'm looking.

Please don't point that at me.

-Hurry up!
-O-Okay. Okay.

(punk rock music plays)

Give it up, Rick.

Walt and Simon
are already in custody.

You're just making things worse
for yourself.

(glass shatters)

(gunshots)

Stay here, all right?

(♪♪)

Get down!

Give me your hands.

Both of them.
Come on.

(groans)

You broke my ribs.

You killed a cop.

You're under arrest.

(footsteps thudding)

(breathing heavily)

Where you been?

(cellphone vibrating)

Nyla, you have the baby yet?

(Nyla groans)

-Hey, Nyla.
-Aah.

I need you
to look into my neighbors.

Um, I heard gunshots,

and I-I think that
there's something going on...

(Nyla groans)

...over there.
It's, uh, 5574 Orange Grove.

You literally sound
like you're having the baby

-right now.
-Mm, basically.

And these guys, they are messing
with my birth plan.

Oh, oh. Okay.

Uh, I saw them moving
what could have been a body

into the trunk of their car.
And I found

hydrofluoric acid
in there as well.

But I-I saw all of this
without a warrant.

I'll run the homeowner
and any associates.

But I need you to focus
on having the baby.

If I find anything,
I'll get in touch.

Okay, okay.
Thank you.

Um, did I hear you
talking to somebody?

Nope. Ooh.

Ooh, ice chips.
Thank you. Yes.

Oh, oh!

-(horns honking)
-Doesn't feel good

to be on that side of the table,
does it?

No.

Prison's gonna feel even worse.

And before you give me your song
and dance about your innocence,

you should know Garrett
wore a wire for months.

There are dozens of hours
of recordings.

You want a sample?

(Garrett):
It's zero eight hundred.

We're about to meet a buyer,
Junior Mills.

(Walt): Hey, where you been?
Let's go.

(Garrett): Sorry, Walt.
Just getting my head right.

Simon, what's up?

(keyboard clacks)

See how Garrett
name checks you and Walt?

Smart.

(Walt):
Well, let's get in there.

It's payday. You know
how this works, Junior.

We let you get a taste,
now show us the money.

-(Junior): It's all there.
-(Walt): Great. Now beat it.

(Junior):
You got to be kidding me.

(gun cocks)

(Walt): You got five
to start walking

and if we see you again--

Yeah, there it is.

Your crew stealing
from the drug dealers

you're supposed to arrest.

Most of them slink away,
but Junior talked.

Told anyone he could
about the crew who robbed him.

And Junior ended up dead.

I don't know anything
about that.

You got one chance
to come clean.

Tell us everything you know,

and I'm prepared
to offer you leniency.

(voice breaking):
Walt will kill me.

He won't be able
to get anywhere near you.

I promise.

It's time to do the right thing
for Garrett.

(tense music swells)

-Where is the midwife?
-She's on her way.

There's traffic.
Remember, don't scream.

It's--
It's just wasted energy.

-(groans)
-Channel it into breathing.

-Come on.
-Aah!

Okay, yeah, that's fine, too.
That's fine, too.

Come on. Here you go.

Mm. I thought you said

the second one
was always easier.

I said usually.

Maybe the third
will be the easy one, hmm?

-(groans)
-Sorry.

-That was too soon, too soon.
-(beeping)

Ah, let me guess,

that's the midwife
saying she can't make it.

No, it's the Assure Home
Security app.

The security system has detected
an open window downstairs.

Someone's in the house.

Not necessarily--

(suspenseful music plays)

Get my gun.

Okay, Nyla,
you are fully dilated.

This baby is coming
any minute now.

It's the murderers
from across the street.

Get my damn gun.

(safe beeps)

Okay, you stay here, okay?

I'll go check it out.
Stay here.

What? No.
James, stay--

No. James, you...
(exhales sharply)

(♪♪)

(door creaking)

(wind whistling)

(ominous music plays)

-(grunting)
-(baseball bat clatters)

(dramatic music plays)

(blow lands)

(breathing heavily)

(blow lands)

(breathes heavily)

(objects crashing)

(eerie music plays)

(cries softly)

(dramatic music plays)

(grunting)

(suspenseful music plays)

(dog barking in the distance)

(♪♪)

(dramatic music plays)

(water dripping)

Drop the gun.

I am in here giving life,

but I will take yours
if you even twitch.

(gunshots)

7-Adam-200, shots fired,

officer needs help
at my location.

(dramatic music plays)

-(door crashes)
-(grunting)

-Hey!
-(groans)

Nyla!

-(handcuffs rattle)
-Wait!

(coughs)

(wheezes)

(coughs)

-(baby crying)
-It's a girl.

(breathing heavily)

Welcome to the world, kiddo.

I promise
it won't always be this insane.

Hey, are you okay?

Well, all things considered.

(chuckles)
Was I right about the body?

You were right.
GSW to the chest.

Looking like they had
a hidden basement in the house

where they put the body
when Smitty came calling.

You definitely win
the best childbirth story.

I don't know.

You have
that whole Guatemala adventure.

Yeah, but I didn't
have the baby down there.

Accept the crown.
You earned it.

-(laughs)
-He's right.

T.I.D.s are finishing up
downstairs.

You still got to talk
to the shooting team,

but they can wait a few days.
You're on maternity leave.

Yes.
Uh, no more investigations.

-You promise?
-Look,

if an escaped convict

comes into
my Mommy and Me class,

then I will have no choice.
But, barring that,

I will spend the next six weeks

just staring
at this little angel.

(baby fussing)

(pop music plays)

Let me guess,

an orphanage wants
to buy Dad's house

for a hundred bucks.

No.

Listen, I haven't been
entirely honest with you.

The phone call this morning?

Yeah.

Rob and I
are having a hard time.

Like go to counseling hard time?

Like divorce lawyers hard time.

I'm sorry.

Me too.
But it's for the best.

Now, about Dad's house--

You want to sell it
to the happy family

because
you're feeling nostalgic.

No, I want to sell it
to the highest bidder

because divorces aren't cheap,

and I need
to cushion the landing

into single mom-hood.

Wow. Uh, very smart.

So, is... is Rob moving out?

Actually,
I was thinking of moving.

To where?

Here.

I mean,
unless you don't want me to.

Are you kidding?
I think it's a great idea.

Good.
Now give me a hug

'cause I just told you
my marriage fell apart,

and I'm trying to be strong,
but I'm feeling really sad.

How was your first day?

You know, I was worried
that it might be weird

working on the other side,

but I think
it might actually work out.

Don't get too excited.

You won't get to arrest
crooked cops every day.

I hope you're wrong.
I think I found my niche.

-(slaps ass)
-Yeah?

(laughing)

Hey.

I just wanted to apologize.
I wasn't much of a T.O. today.

What are you talking about?

Everything
was happening so fast.

So if I didn't slow down
and properly--

No, look.

If you repeat this,
I will deny it.

But, um, after today,

you're definitely
my favorite T.O.

That's very kind.
You don't have to say that.

No, John, I-I-I mean it.

You know, you--
you teach by asking,

and that's
a very under-appreciated method.

So thanks.

You're welcome.

Yeah.

Oh, and it's, um...

Sir or Officer Nolan
when we're on duty.

Yes, Sir.
I will see you tomorrow.

See you tomorrow.

What are you
in the mood for next?

(knock on door)

Oh, um, anything,

as long as
it's not another cooking show.

(laughing)

Hey.
What are you doing here?

Just checking in.
How are you feeling?

Okay.
Lucy's taking great care of me.

I have no doubt.

Hey, can we talk?

Uh, yeah, sure.

So, I, uh...

I hear you're on the fence
about going to U.C. school.

Chris called you?

Yeah, which was unexpected.

Um, he wanted me to talk to you.

It's not the right time.

He's gonna be fine.

You owe it to yourself to go.

I know, but--

What happened to him
isn't your fault.

We were about to--

But we didn't.

We didn't.

(soft music plays)

Uh, are you trying
to get rid of me as your go-fer?

No.

No, I'm trying
to look out for you.

It's time for you to move on.

And some time away
would be good.

It's a great opportunity, Lucy.

Mm-hmm.

You should go for it.

(soft music plays)

(upbeat music)