All language subtitles for The Rookie_S05E03_Dye Hard.English (CC)

(Nolan): Previously on
The Rookie...

(Rosalind): People
are gonna die,

and you can't save them.

I ate their pain like
a five-star meal.

(engine starts)

(door opens)

Do you want to come in?
I didn't know

that you were gonna be here.
Tim and I were... No.

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

So next week you're off
to F.T.O. school.

You'll officially be
a field training officer.

Detective Misha Porter.
I'm here to recruit you.

-When do your classes start?
-Next Monday.

(rhythmic music)

-(siren wails)
-(tires screeching)

-(music stops)
-(power window opens)

Hi. Is there a problem, Officer?

Hi. Um...
Where's the driver?

It's a driverless car,
obviously. My dad designs them.

He was busy,
so he told it to take me.

(Nolan): Okay... well, he...

Um, it just ran a stop sign.

The camera must
not have seen it.

Right. But I'm gonna have
to write you a ticket.

-Why? I wasn't driving.
-Yeah, not, not you, but, um...

Uh...

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

-(together): Surprise!
-(chuckles)

Oh!

You're home from
undercover school,
so you know...

I love it.
(chuckles)

(speaks indistinctly)

I'm gonna be late for class,

but I want to hear
all about it tonight.

Okay, great.
Oh, wait.

-You're... Uh, yep.
-(door closes)

-(chuckling)
-Oh, God.

(keys rattle)

(chuckles)

-Ah. Hi.
-Hi.

I'm so happy you're home.

-How are you?
-(chuckles)

Great. Uh, typing still
a bit of a challenge.

And forget about opening a jar.

It hasn't been too much
for you being back at work?

Are you kidding?
I was going out of my mind
sitting on the couch all day.

There's something else
that's been helping me more.

(sighs)

An online group
that's hunting Rosalind.

They contacted me
a few weeks ago.

They call themselves
"Dye-Hards".

Hmm. Let me guess.

"D-Y-E" as in Rosalind "Dyer"?

-Exactly.
-Mm-hmm.

At first, I thought they were
a bunch of kooks

who just wanted to hear
about the attack.

But their research is
actually really impressive.

Uh, what kind of research?

(Chris): They... They scour
message boards, sub-reddits,

and social media posts for tips,

then compile the most
credible ones

in an encrypted PDF
they call "The Mother Doc".

And they... Well, I was hoping
you might take a look.

Chris, I'm a patrol officer.

I... Um, I'm not a part
of the investigation.

But you're still a cop.

Look, I wouldn't ask,
but the task force has been
blowing me off.

You are still recovering.

You know, and it's... it's not
healthy to be immersed

in hunting Rosalind
all day long.

Just take a look.

If you think it's worth
passing on, great.

If not, totally fine.

Fine. I will look at
"The Mother Doc".

-(chuckles)
-Thanks.

(Grey): Your first day
as a training officer...

How does it feel?

Well, considering
six weeks ago,

I thought I'd have
to wait another two years,
pretty fantastic.

-What you got there?
-Nothing.

Just a couple of things
I didn't want to forget.

Let me see, let me see.

"How to set up a shop.
Processing a prisoner..."

Nolan, I sincerely hope
after two years

in the department
and a month at the F.T.O.
Training Academy,

you don't need a crib sheet.

No, sir. No, I just...

I... I've been working
towards this so long,

I just didn't want
to mess anything up.

Oh, but you will.

This is your first time training
a rookie officer from jump,

making you a rookie yourself.

Which I'm sure you're not
gonna haze me about at all.

You're gonna stumble.

But you're a good cop and
you know how to do the job.

Thank you, sir.
I needed that.

Good, 'cause you're not
getting this back.

Now let's go meet
your rookie. Boot.

(chuckles)

So, alright,
first things first...

I'd like to congratulate
Officer Lucy Chen

for successfully completing
the DEA Covert Operations
Training Academy,

-which is no small feat.
-(applause)

Good to have you back,
Officer Chen.

Happy to be back, sir.

Also, I have the privilege
to introduce Mid-Wilshire's

newest training officer,
John Nolan.

(cheers and applause)

Since Harper's decided
to abandon patrol

for a cushy desk job
with the detectives,

today, Nolan will take on
the responsibility

of training his first rookie.

Officer, stand up, state
your name and badge number.

I'm Celina Juarez,
badge number 53397.

Officer Juarez, you have earned
the right to be in this room,

but you must
prove yourself to stay.

The way we do things matters.

Protocol and tradition
are the metal

from which every cop
in this city is forged.

You have anything to add?

I see you got top marks
at the Academy.

Good for you. None of that
matters when you hit the street.

So assume you know nothing
and you'll never be wrong.

-Got it?
-Yes, sir.

That's it. Be safe out there.

Hi, I'm Celina...
the new rookie who, uh,
apparently knows nothing.

Oh, I wouldn't say "nothing".

Dean's List, D3 soccer,

graduate classes
in criminal justice.
Pretty impressive.

Thank you. But I'm aware
that academia and street smarts
are two different things.

I like to think simple common
sense trumps them both.

But if you have any questions,
you can always come and ask me.

Yep, and me. Hi.
I'm Lucy Chen.

-Nice to meet you, ma'am.
-May I?

-Please.
-Sergeant Bradford's right.

The most important thing
is to never pretend

that you know
something you don't.

Pretending is what gets
you killed out there.

You're very lucky to have
Officer Nolan as your T.O.

He's a great listener.
And if you ever want to talk

to another woman who was
in your shoes

not that long ago, um, I'm here.

Thank you.
That means a lot.

(Chen): Yeah, of course.

You guys have a great
first shift.

Thank you, Officer Chen.

-Are you ready to get started?
-Yes, sir.

-Congrats on making P2.
-Thank you.

I heard you're doing
a great job riding with Tim
as his sergeant's aide.

Thanks. But, look,
I'm ready to step aside now
that you're back...

Wait. Tim said I'm doing
a great job?

Uh, no. Sorry.
I-I made that last part up.

But, you know, he hasn't
replaced you yet, so he's happy.

You should, um, stick with him.

Really? You sure?

-(phone chiming)
-Yeah. I mean, I could use

some quiet time riding solo,

thinking about next steps
in my career.

You haven't heard
a word I've said.

Sorry. Uh, yeah, I got something
I got to take care of.

Excuse me.

Good talk.

(Harper): Good morning.

Thank God you're back.

But first things first...

I need to see photos
of Leah ASAP.

Look.

(Lopez): Oh, my God.
She's gorgeous.

It must have been hard
to leave her this morning.

-Yeah, it was.
-You ready to think

-about crime again?
-(Harper): Yes.

What can I help with?

(sighs)
Let's see.

Jill Baskin.
Missing now for three days.

Uh, any suspects?

(Lopez): The roommate says
Jill's ex-boyfriend

had a nasty temper,
but I haven't been able to find
enough for a warrant.

-I'd love fresh eyes.
-Tyler Harvin.

-Alright, I will jump on it.
-Thanks.

(Nolan): This is your shop.

Do not call it a car, a cruiser,
or a black and white.

It is where you work.
Anytime you leave the shop,

your body camera needs to be on.

(body cam clicks, beeps)

Perfect.

First, check the exterior of
the shop for any damage.

You are looking for dents,
dings, scratches.

We're gonna check the back seat
for anything a suspect might
have left behind...

Money, weapons... drugs.

Was someone smoking
weed in here?

-I think that was me.
-Excuse me?

No, it's not marijuana.
I-I saged the shop.

You... That's unconventional.

I'm sorry.
I-I didn't think you'd notice.

It's just that
it's my first day,

and I figured I could use
all the help I could get, right?

Sure. Next time,
just check with me first.

Okay. Well, where was I?
It was...

My Rook Book says you check
the trunk for equipment.

(Nolan): The trunk.
We're gonna need police tape.

We're gonna need road flares.
Load up.

(cellphone ringing)

Hey, you're back.
How was U.C. school?

Challenging.

How's life working
for the enemy?

Not as weird as I thought
it would be.

It's actually pretty
interesting seeing things
from the other side.

That's great.
Um, how is Chris doing?

Yeah, he seems fine. You know,
starting him off slow,

nothing too intense. Why?

Has he talked to you
about this online community

he joined that's hunting
Rosalind?

No, but I could see
why that would worry you.

Want me to keep an eye on him?

Yeah, I really do.

Yeah, no problem.
But, Lucy... just give him time.

We've both been where he is.
He'll get through it.

(police radio chatter)

What's the name of the
store we just passed?

Huh? Uh, it was, uh...

You have no idea because
your face has been on your phone

for the past 10 minutes.
Put it away.

Sorry, sir. It's just, um...
(exhales sharply)

There's something going on
that I don't know how to handle.

You know the deal. This is
a personal-life free zone.

Yes, sir. But, uh,
this is something that could,
like, derail my career.

(sighs)

Alright. What is it?

I'm being blackmailed.

Yeah, so, I, um...
I sent this photo to this girl

on a dating app, you know,
just shirtless, nothing X-rated.

-A thirst trap, you know?
-I wish I didn't.

Turns out it was some dude,
and I was catfished.

-And now he's blackmailing me.
-With what?

You said the photo
didn't show anything.

Right. The original one didn't.

But then he photoshopped it.

-Whoa.
-Yeah.

-What does he want?
-He didn't say.

He just told me to wait
for further instructions.

Well, I mean, it could be worse.

At least he was generous.

(police radio chatter)

(horn honks in distance)

Control, 7-L-19, I have
a 10-34 at the Nautilus,

near the corner of Virgil
and West Fourth.

I'm going 9-5-4
to look for squatters.

(sighs)

Control 7-L-19, I'm code 4.

There's no one here
but me and some spiders.

(suspenseful music)

(door slams)

Uh... Hey!

Control, 7-L-19, I need
backup to my last...

-(radio static)
-Damn it!

-Hey!
-(banging door)

-(Chen): Can anyone hear me?
-(banging door)

(groans)

It's not funny.

Thanks for letting me drive.
You know, at the Academy,

they said it would be six months
before I got the chance.

(breathes deeply)

Sorry. The...
The smell will pass soon.

No, it's alright. I, uh...
I know plenty of cops

who wear a St. Christopher's
medal, uh, protection.

Police are a
superstitious bunch.

What about you?

Do you believe in
that kind of thing, or...

-Superstitions?
-Mm-hmm.

No, no. Not really.

In high school, I, uh,
didn't wash

my hockey jersey for a year
because of a winning streak.

Well, see, that's gross.

(police radio chatter)

(siren wails)

(Nolan): I didn't see this
vehicle commit a violation.

Why are we pulling them over?

Something's wrong with it.

(Nolan): We're gonna have to be
a little more specific.

Officer Juarez,
protocol is we call it in first.

(vehicle door closes)

Was I going too fast, officer?

-No, ma'am.
-Ask for I.D.

Ma'am, I'd like to take
a look in your trunk.

-Guess that's alright.
-(trunk opens)

Uh, ma'am, that won't
be necessary.

Officer Juarez,
come speak with me.

What's the probable cause?

There's something dark
coming from that trunk.

-Dark?
-Like an aura.

Officer Juarez, we do not
pull over vehicles

because they give us
the heebie-jeebies.

And we certainly do not search
trunks without probable cause.

That is a form of profiling,
and I won't have it.

-But she consented, so--
-(Nolan): I don't care.

She's an elderly woman
who is clearly intimidated
by police officers.

You're taking advantage
of that fear.

-Just look.
-No. I'm...

That's blood.

I knew it.

(police radio chatter)

(Tim): Alright, ma'am.
Thank you.

-How is she?
-Upset.

I tried to dust her off.

She still wants to file
a formal complaint.

Look, I've never had to say
this to a rookie before,

but you cannot pull someone over
for having a dark aura...

or any kind of aura.

Nolan, how could you let your
boot make a stop like that?

I'm sorry, sir.
The situation got away from me.

Okay, but what about
the blood in the trunk?

She says she has a grandson
that sometimes borrows the car.

Maybe he spilled something.
But we'll collect a sample.

We'll test to see if it's human.

If it is, then we really
have a problem.

But won't that mean I was right?

-A crime was committed, so-
-Yes, probably.

But since the evidence was
found during an illegal stop,

it's inadmissible in court.

It's the fruit
of a poisonous tree.

Nolan, think you can handle
taking this back to the station?

Sir.

You ever do anything
like that again,

not only will you be
disciplined, you'll be
out of the LAPD.

-(Tim): You got it?
-Yes, sir.

(Tim): Now go apologize
to that woman

and tell her she's free to go.

(cellphone chimes)

Well, my catfish
just messaged me.

Said he wants a PS5 or
he's gonna release the photo.

That's it?

I mean, they are really
hard to find.

(Tim): Okay. Where's the drop?

-Looks like his apartment.
-So he's a dumbass.

Great. Alright, we'll pick
one up on the way.

Oh, uh, I thought
you weren't supposed

to negotiate with terrorists.

He's not a terrorist.
He's an idiot.

But if we arrest him,
that photo becomes evidence.

Everyone at the station sees it.

Good thing I got a gamer
connect in K-Town.

-Of course you do.
-(radio beeps)

(Chen): Control 7-L-19.
Do you copy?

(static hissing)

(groans)

It's gonna be fine.
This is fine.

They will do a welfare check
when I don't report in,

and this is fine.

Until then, I will... read,

because there is
nothing else to do.

-(Wesley): Morning.
-Hey.

Need help again with the copier?

No, no.

I've made peace with
the fact that it's possessed.

I was just dropping by
to see how you're doing.

-You talked to Lucy?
-Yeah.

I think the Dye-Hards thing
has spun her out.

Yeah. That's why I didn't
tell her about it

while she was away.

Yeah, I wish she'd just
believe me that I'm fine.

You probably don't know
this about me,

but I was stabbed a few years
ago at the courthouse.

What? No, uh, I didn't.
That's awful.

I'm telling you this
so that you know that
I've been where you are.

All I wanted was for people
to stop seeing me as a victim.

Exactly. My friends
on the message board,

they don't treat me like that.

They see me as someone with
valuable insight into Rosalind.

And that must feel great.

It's like you're back in control
of your own narrative again.

But simply saying
you're okay doesn't make it so.

Just... consider it.

-I will.
-Hey, if you're looking

for a community that understands
what you've been through,

you got Lucy and me.

Thanks.

I appreciate that.

Okay, man.

(Grey): So why the hell
was your rookie driving
in the first place?

-That's how I was taught.
-It's not standard practice.

Once you've been a T.O.
for a few years,

then you can get creative
with the guidelines.

On your first day,
stick to the damn script.

-Yes, sir.
-Where's Juarez now?

Writing up the report.

So I want you
to triple-check it.

All the paperwork surrounding
this needs to be immaculate.

So make sure she specifies
that she was unable

to articulate the reason
for the stop.

Yes, sir. I'll also be
writing up a blue page on her.

In it, you need to detail how,
as Juarez's T.O.,

how you plan to correct her,
moving forward.

It may have been a mistake,
but as her supervisor,

she's your responsibility.

(chuckles)
That can't be true.

Can it? I...

Now, this user is making
sense... TruthHunter184.

"Don't give Rosalind
the satisfaction.

She eats her victim's pain
like a five-star meal."

"Like a five-star meal."

Rosalind said that to Nolan.

-Hey!
-(banging on door)

Hey! Can anybody hear me?!

(gasps)

Yo, I got what you asked for.

(man): Drop it and leave.

(lock clicks, door opens)

-Hello.
-Sergeant Bradford, LAPD.

Hi, uh, officers.
What's up?

You're blackmailing me.

Do you have any idea how
serious of a crime this is?

I could charge you
with a felony.

Hold on, okay? I-I wasn't really
gonna release the photo.

I-I just... just wanted the PS5.

My mom won't get me one...

(woman): Bobby, are you
talking to me?

No, Mom. God...
Just stay out of it.

(sighs)

Oh, I think we should
get mom out here.

No, whoa.
That's not necessary.
No.

-Then delete the photo. Now.
-Okay. Alright.

Yeah. Deleting the photo.
Okay. See? It's gone.

And get rid of the dating
profile, too, okay?

It's messed up,
catfishing people.

Yeah, done.

Bad behavior
does not get a reward.

You do anything
like that again,

I'll make sure
your phone and laptop
are collected as evidence.

-You got it?
-You suck.

(scoffs)

Sweet kid.

So, what's up?
We taking this back or...

Hell no.
Taking this home.

You know how hard it is
to find one of these?

(telephone rings)

Harper.
(sighs)

-Are you sure?
-What?

Jill's blood was swabbed
from the trunk of a car

-during a traffic stop.
-Whose car?

Whose car?

Wait. They what?

(automatic door opens)

Do you know how dead
to me you are?

The blood that you found
in the car belongs to a woman

who has been missing
for three days.

It is our only lead.

And now, I hear
that it's a bad stop?

-I know. I'm sorry.
-It was my fault.

-I'm--
-His rookie.

Which means that you are
his responsibility.

Nolan, I trained you
better than this.

And now you are both
making me look bad.

(Lopez): I just got off
the phone with T.I.D.

When they went
to impound the car,

they took a preliminary look
and said the blood appears

to be only 10 to 12 hours old.
Jill could still be alive.

-Uh, then we gotta move quickly.
-(Wesley): Not so fast.

I take it you're Officer Juarez?

Yes, sir.

I'm Wesley Evers from
the D.A.'s office.

Since the blood evidence
you found is inadmissible,

the LAPD will have
to figure out another way

to implicate your suspect
in this crime.

So we do have a suspect?

Our missing person's
ex-boyfriend, Tyler Harvin.

The car belongs
to his grandmother.

She confirmed that he has
regular access to it.

So to nail this guy in court,
I need something concrete

tying him to Jill's
disappearance.

Without P.C., Carradine
won't authorize

a surveillance detail on Harvin.

But he did agree
to let me and Lopez

run foot surveillance ourselves.

If we can catch Tyler engaging
in suspicious activity,

Carradine said he'd approve
a full team.

You're gonna try and run foot
surveillance with two officers?

No. Four.
You and your rookie

are gonna start digging your way
out of my doghouse by helping.

Remember, Harvin has
a history of violence.

Don't underestimate him.

I got Harvin heading
north down Lake.

Black pants, blue ball cap,
light-blue shirt.

(Nolan): Roger that.
Standing by.

Alright. I need you to focus
on what I'm about to say.

Everything you learned at
the Academy goes out the window

the moment the adrenaline hits.

You have to keep thinking,

remain aware of your
surroundings at all times.

And avoid any physical contact

unless someone's life
has been threatened.

Yes, sir.

(Harper): I've got him.

I'll pick you up in the alley.

(Harper): Continuing
west on 11th.

He just turned onto Grandview.
He's heading north.

That's us.

(tires screech)

(The Wrecks'
♪ Get 'Em Ready ♪ plays)

(stapler clicking)

-(horn honks, tires screech)
-(Juarez): He's running!

-Which way?
-(Nolan): North on Grandview,

west side of the street.

♪ Get 'em ready,
get 'em ready, come on ♪

♪ Get 'em ready, get 'em ready
Are you ready, come on ♪♪

Hey!

(horn blares)

(Aaron): I can't believe
my career was almost ruined

by a kid whose mom still
does his laundry.

(police radio chatter)

When was the last time
you heard Chen on the radio?

I can't remember. It was like,
uh, an hour ago, maybe two.

Dispatch, this is 7-Adam-100.

Can you perform a security
check on Officer Chen?

(radio): Hold on, 7-Adam-100.

She's not responding.

Okay. When was last contact?

(radio): According
to the logs, it was over
two hours ago.

Alright, that's a problem
we're gonna talk about later.

Right now give me
her last known address.

Chen?

Chen!

-(Chen): Yeah.
-(banging on door)

-Yeah, I'm in here.
-(banging on door)

(door rattles)

Hang on.
The door is stuck.

Yeah, no kidding.

You okay?

I-I think I have
a lead on Rosalind.

-What?
-How?

Chris has been spending time
on these message boards

filled with armchair detectives

that are trying
to track Rosalind down.

You think one of them
found her?

I think one of them is her.

I would add that it was
an error in judgment

that you will not repeat.

And this memorandum is going
to the Watch Commander?

(Nolan): Yeah. And then he will
run it up the chain of command.

(Juarez): Are they gonna
wash me out?

It's a possibility.

You can be fired
for literally anything

in your probationary period.

But, on the other hand,
it's your first day.

Your failure is more so on me.

Are they gonna find
Jill on time?

I hope so. But you should
prepare for the worst.

Well, she's still alive.
I can feel it.

(Nolan): The way you felt
the bad aura?

Yes.

Look, I-I know
that in the movies,

police seem to rely
on their intuitions

all the time about a suspect.

In reality,
this is not the case.

What you see as intuition
is actually years

of hard-won knowledge
in how to interpret things
like body language.

It's not a mystical power.
It's observation.

And even then, cops get it
wrong all the time.

With all due respect,
reading someone's body language

sounds just as mysterious
as my feelings.

That's because you don't have
the experience to back it up.

You sound just like
the old-school instructors

at the Academy,
going on about tradition

while conveniently leaving out
the dark side of that tradition.

I thought you wanted to be
a different kind of T.O.

Why can't I be
a different kind of cop?

Maybe one day you can be.

But first, you have
to learn the fundamentals.

-But I was right about the car.
-Yes, you were.

And I bet you think it's unfair
that that stop was inadmissible.

But I want you to think
about what would happen

if the police were able to stop
people based on feelings alone.

Where do we draw the line
between a dark aura and
outright prejudice?

That's why the rule exists.

To protect people.

I don't see how the rules
are protecting Jill Baskin.

-Hey.
-Lucy.

Hey, what's going on?
They won't tell me.

Sit down. Okay, so, um,

I went through "The Mother Doc,"
and I think I found Rosalind.

What? Where?
That sighting in Rome?

No. I...

Are you familiar with a user
named "TruthHunter184"?

Yeah. Uh, he lives in Atlanta.

He doesn't?

Lucy found some irregularities

in TruthHunter's
communication style,

so she asked us to look into it.

I reviewed all of
TruthHunter's messages,

and I agree with Officer Chen.

The forensic linguistics are
a match to Rosalind Dyer.

But... That doesn't
make any sense.

Do you remember when
TruthHunter wrote,

"Rosalind eats her victim's
pain like a five-star meal"?

-Yeah.
-I heard Rosalind use

that exact phrase to describe
the pleasure she took

at her trial when watching the
agony of her victims' families.

I told her things about me,
about the investigation.

-It's okay. You didn't know.
-Uh, so what do we do?

I can message her,
try to set up a meeting?

No. Uh, Rosalind will see
right through that.

I agree. With this level
of intelligent psychopath,

I would advise to err
on the side of caution.

So we work with what we've got.
We get cyber crimes involved,

and we see if we can track her
using her I.P. address.

And if we find anything, we
promise to keep you in the loop.

Thank you.

Yeah. Uh, thanks.

-Hey. Are you okay?
-No. I'm really not.

(rap music)

(Juarez): Officer Nolan, I want
to apologize for yesterday.

I was upset that my mistake
may have put Jill

in further jeopardy, and
I unfairly took it out on you.

-I promise to do better.
-I appreciate that.

I also thought about
our conversation.

I want you to trust me
with your feelings.

If you had confided in me
yesterday before the car stop,

we could have avoided
this whole mess.

So next time you have an idea,

no matter how crazy,
tell me about it.

Oh, thank God.
Because I had the wildest dream.

Okay, that's not exactly
what I'm...

No, you're right. I'm sorry.
Tell me your dream.

I was up half the night doing
a deep dive on Tyler Harvin.

When I finally fell asleep,
I dreamt that I was on the beach

-and a body washed up onshore.
-Jill Baskin?

No. It was a man.
A giant, actually.

Wearing an old-timey armor,

holding a big wooden shield
with a crown on it.

Okay. And you think this knight

had something to do
with Jill's abduction?

I don't know.
But it was so vivid...

And I thought maybe Jill's
being kept near a beach?

Okay. Um, you said
you were looking into Tyler
when you fell asleep.

What exactly did you find?

I was looking
into his work history.

I mean, he does a lot of odd
jobs all over the city...

landscaping, contracting.

And I thought one of these jobs
may have given him access

to a hiding place, maybe
somewhere off a beaten path,

where he might be holding Jill.

Okay. Uh, were any
of the jobs near a beach?

Did any of them have
anything to do

with the name Knight or Shield?

A company name?
Maybe a client?

Well, he finished work
a few weeks ago for a job

on a company called
A Royal Hand Construction.

And the house was on a street
called Beachwood Canyon.

Show me on Streetview.

See, Tyler could have seen
this condemned house

while he was working here
for Royal.

Your dream wasn't a premonition.

It was just your subconscious
processing information.

-So you don't think I'm crazy?
-I'm not saying that.

But I think we should
take a look at that house

before we talk to Harper
and Lopez.

-You wanted to see me, sir?
-That was Garza.

Their cyber crime people
traced the web

of Rosalind's I.P. addresses
to a house outside Seattle.

They're putting together
a surveillance team
to go there now.

Agent Garcia
has invited you to join.

Really? That...
That's amazing. Yeah, I'm in.

-Jet leaves in an hour.
-Sir.

What the hell?

Oh, good morning, Cop Cake.

-(light laughter)
-(Aaron): Oh, man.

Yeah, I'm thinking we need to
pay our catfish another visit.

Damn straight.

(Nolan): Alright.
You take the east side.

I'll take the west.

And then meet in the middle.

-Copy.
-Radio if you see anything.

(Juarez): Will do.

Nolan, I found her.

East side of the house,
at the window.

Stand back.

(baton clicks, glass shatters)

Cleared.

Check her.

She's alive.

Alright. Stay with her.

I'm gonna clear the house.

Hey, Jill.
My name is Celina.

Everything's gonna be alright.

(Nolan): Patrol, 7-Adam-15.

Show us at 6577
Beachwood Canyon,

abandoned house.

Found a female kidnap victim,
possibly Jill Baskin.

Multiple stab wounds. Requesting
R.A. and additional units.

Police!

Is anyone in here?

Come out with your hands up now.

(tape rips)

Hey! Nolan, I see him! Stop!

What do you got?
Officer Juarez?

Officer Juarez, check in.

Officer Juarez, please respond.

(siren wailing)

Victim's in the bedroom.
Severe blood loss,

-but her vitals are stable.
-(man): Copy that. We're on it.

Officer Juarez, do you copy?

Celina, do you hear me?

(engine starts)

(panting)

(Juarez): Police!

(grunts)

Come on!

(breathing heavily)

(siren wailing)

(Nolan): Officer Juarez,
respond.

7-Adam, um, it's Juarez.

I had eyes on the suspect.
I'm in pursuit.

Celina, I'm coming to you.
Where are you?

I don't know.

Are you on the trail?

No. Uh, I think we were
heading east, but we turned.

(twigs snapping)

-I see him.
-Does he have a weapon?

-I can't tell.
-Celina, I need you to focus

so I can find you.

He's on the move.
He's on the move.

7-Adam-15, my rookie's
in pursuit of a suspect,

but the specific location
is unknown.

I am heading northeast
on trail road,

requesting airship and
all available units

to help locate suspect
and Officer Juarez. Code 3.

Juarez, talk to me.

I've lost visual.
I don't know where he went.

(siren wailing, engine revs)

(Nolan): Look around you.
What do you see?

Just trees and a footbridge.

No buildings, no signs?

I see one of those
electrical boxes.

Great. Does it have any kind
of identifier on it?
A serial number...

Uh...

Yeah. 198962.

Control, I need the location of
an L.A. City electrical box.

Serial number 198962.

(radio): Copy, 7-Adam-15.

Sending the location
to your box.

Okay, Celina, hang tight.
I got you.

Copy that. Whoa!

(grunting)

Celina?

Celina?

Damn it, dispatch,
where is my airship?

I have an officer
in need of help.

(grunting)

(grunting)

(grunting)

-(punch lands)
-(groaning)

-(heart beating)
-(choking)

(grunting)

(coughing)

(handcuffs click)

It's okay.

-(breathing heavily)
-You're gonna be alright.

(knock on door)

-How is Officer Juarez?
-Shaken up.

A little bruised.
Nothing serious, thank God.

Not a great start.

She'll bounce back.

-I meant you.
-I know.

If that suspect had gotten her
gun away from her...

These last few days
have been extremely humbling.

Everything is moving
a hundred miles an hour.

I feel like I barely have time
to teach her

the most basic things
before everything goes sideways.

Translation... You feel
like a rookie again.

-Yeah.
-Well, to her credit,

Celina managed to fight off
a guy twice her size

after sprinting up a canyon.

She's got spirit.
Maybe a little too much.

You know anything
about horses, Nolan?

-I really don't, sir.
-Have a seat.

Young racehorses
are skittish and excitable.

To calm them down,
they partner them

with older horses to teach them
how to check themselves.

Eventually, they come around.

It's the natural
order of things.

Officer Juarez, a word?

I imagine that was a pretty
tough first case for you.

Sir.

Something wasn't adding up,

so I requested your full
personnel file.

-You read about my sister?
-Yeah.

Abducted from your yard
when you were nine years old.

I can't even imagine
what you went through.

I was supposed
to be watching her.

And I looked away for a minute.

And after three weeks
of no leads from the police,

my mom hired a psychic.

That's who found her,
not the cops.

Which is why you put
so much stock in intuition.

-Mm-hmm.
-I was wrong earlier

when I said you don't have
the experience to back up
your gut instincts.

See, I think you blamed yourself

for what happened
to your sister,

and that made you
an extremely observant

nine-year-old girl,

so that you'd never miss
seeing danger coming again.

And over the years, you funneled
all that input into your gut.

See, I think you saw the blood
on the bumper of that car,

and before you understood
what you saw,

you translated it
into a dark aura.

And your premonition dream
about Jill's whereabouts,

that came after
a long night of meticulous,
evidence-based research.

So does that mean you're...
you're not washing me out?

Correct. But I don't have
a crystal ball.

I don't know yet
if you are going to be
a good police officer.

But I am willing to trust
my gut and give it another shot.

Thank you, sir.
I won't let you down.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Now, if you ever need
a crystal ball,

you can always borrow mine.

Kidding.

Good night, Officer Juarez.

Good night.

Alright, so here's
the deal, Pavi.

I filled out the paperwork
charging you with a felony,

and I will file it today

unless you start using your
skills to help people.

And how much does that pay?

Nothing.

But then again,
neither does prison.

I'm listening.

Alright, so, we have a friend
who has a community center

and needs a volunteer
to help teach

a computer literacy class
to the neighborhood.

You keep your nose clean,
you show up twice a week,
I'll shred these.

Otherwise, I've got
up to 18 months

to file your felony paperwork
with the D.A.

I thought you were gonna take
away all my electronics.

I was. Lucky for you,

Officer Thorsen believes
in second chances.

Just take the deal, kid.

(woman): Pavi, why is there
a police car parked outside?

Okay. Alright. I'm in.
Just text me the details.

We did good.

(police radio chatter)

Officer Chen? I'm Agent Miller
from the Seattle field office.

-Nice to meet you, sir.
-(Laura): What do we know?

House belongs to a Phyllis
and Raymond Haymen.

Friends and family haven't
heard from them in over a week,
but their car's in the driveway.

-Any movement inside?
-None.

We can hear their phones
ringing inside,

but no one ever answers them.

Well, something's not right.

We were thinking the same thing.

(knock on door)

FBI! Open up!

We have a warrant
to search these premises.

(flies buzzing)

Look at that...

(dramatic music)

(♪♪)