All language subtitles for The Rookie_S05E04_The Choice.English (CC)

(Nolan): Previously on
The Rookie...

-Hello, John.
-Rosalind.

You know, I follow
Bailey on Instagram.

(grunting)

(Nolan): Rosalind
is out of pocket.

Repeat,
Rosalind has escaped.

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

What have you done?

He still has a pulse.

(Chris): Something that's been
helping me more.

An online group that's
hunting Rosalind.

(Chen): "Don't give Rosalind
the satisfaction.

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

I reviewed all of TruthHunter's
messages.

The forensic linguistics
are a match to Rosalind Dyer.

(Grey): Their cyber crime people
traced the web

of Rosalind's IP addresses

to a house outside Seattle.

(hip-hop music)

(dispatch): Engine 118,
possible medical distress,

1888 Elmwood Lane.
R.A. is 10 out.

Copy. You know, just once,

I'd love a quiet
kitten-in-a-tree kind of day.

No, you wouldn't.
You're an adrenaline junkie.

-I don't know about junkie.
-(sirens wailing)

(gate creaking)

(crow cawing)

(knocking)

Fire department!
Anybody here?!

Check upstairs.
Go around back.

Look, if there's any
squatters in here,
that doesn't matter to us.

We got a call about
a medical emergency.

(muffled voice): Help.

(suspenseful music)

Is anyone in here?

(breathing sharply)

Ow. What the...

(clanking)

Rosalind. Help!

So, what time were you born?

Uh, I have no idea. All I know
is that the birth was exhausting

and traumatic, and I hear
the story every time my mom
wants money.

This for an astrology thing?

Nope.

Fine.
It's for an astrology thing.

Listen, we ride together. If you
suffer trauma, so do I, okay?

I should be checking
your chart daily.

I'm so glad you're sharing
your beliefs more openly
these days.

Yeah, it's nice, right?

-(phone ringing)
-Hey.

Hey. I-I'm in trouble.

Bailey, where are you?
What happened?

I fell into some kind of trap.
I think it's Rosalind.

(Kayla): Bailey?!

I'm down here!

(Kayla): Bailey? Hold on.

Hold on. We're gonna try
and get this grate open.

(dramatic music)

No, no, no, no! Wait!

(electricity crackling)

(man): Marlon, stop!

Bailey, what happened?

(suspenseful music)

(whimpering)
(Baily): Oh, my God.

(Grey): Harper, Lopez.

Uh-oh.
This doesn't sound good.

We think that Rosalind has
Bailey trapped in a house
in the valley.

A firefighter has been
electrocuted.

-Get there. Take point.
-What do you mean, trapped?

-Is Rosalind on site?
-I don't know. It just happened.

I guess it was too much to hope
we'd never see her again.

Yeah.

-(suspenseful music)
-(sirens wailing)

(Tim): Start a perimeter.

-Are you sure it's Rosalind?
-I'm not sure of anything yet.

(indistinct conversations)

-Is he alright?
-Yeah, we got him stabilized,

but he's got third-degree burns.

Bailey's over here.

-Has the house been cleared?
-Yeah. 911 call was a setup.

You don't want to touch
the lid.

There's at least 5,000 volts
running through it.

(suspenseful music)

(Nolan): Hey. You alright?

I'm okay. I twisted my ankle
when I landed,

but it's not too bad.

Okay, we're gonna get you
out of there.

-I know.
-(Nolan): Electrified or not,

we can still cut through
this grate

so long
as we're not grounded.

No, I wouldn't do that.

I don't think this is
the only booby trap. Look.

(cellphone ringing)

What the hell are those?

It could be packed
with explosives.

Or spiders.

I mean, I'm not saying
it's likely but yuck.

Whatever it is, we can't tell
what they are

without examining them more
closely

and we can't do that with this
electrified grate in the way.

Well, I'd offer to come up
and help, but there's no way.

DWP's working on cutting
the power to the house.

Uh, alright, Bailey, I just
need, uh, Tim for a minute,

-and I'll be right back.
-Okay.

-I'll stay here with her.
-Yeah, me too.

(sighs)

Great.

What are we doing?

We have to assume the entire
house is bugged with cameras,

and anything we do to try to get
her out will provoke a reaction.

From what I can tell,
there's some kind of

steel tank under the floor
of the living room.

I didn't see a basement
door anywhere.

I bet she walled it off
so we couldn't get down there.

We need to get access
to that basement.

Well, it should be simple enough
to cut through the floor,

but we have to be able to cover
the cameras

without letting on that
we know that they're there.

(Harper): Hi.

We're assuming Rosalind
bugged the house?

We know that she likes to watch.

We're taking point
on the investigation.

W-what's going on?
Is Bailey okay?

Yeah, for now.

Look, Rosalind did not buy this
trap at Home Depot.

Way too much time, effort,

and material went into
the construction.

She didn't do this alone.
She doesn't have the skill set

to pull off something
this elaborate.

Another acolyte, great.

It would be helpful if
you could put together a list
of building materials.

If we can source them,
we might have a shot at
identifying who bought them.

Yeah, I can do that.

Hi. I've been doing some
thinking,

and Rosalind is not
the construction type,

so she must have a new acolyte,
someone she recruited

through Beth or Caleb. Or--

Did you guys figure this
out already?

(Harper): Yeah. We're gonna need
to check out the scene

and then head back
to the station
and start digging in,

see if we can find any other
cases that have a similar M.O.

Can we take Aaron
to run down leads?

Of course. I'll stay here
and run point.

I'd like to stay, too,
and make sure

that Bailey's never down there
by herself.

Thank you.

Mm-hmm.

Let's go.

(police radio chatter)

(Tim): Alright. It's getting
a little crowded in here.

Authorized personnel only.

And we need
more light to work.

-(Celina): I'll be out front.
-Alright.

(Lopez): Having fun yet?

I feel like an animal
in a zoo.

You get blueprints for
this house yet?

(Tim): Yeah. Permits is pulling
the plans right now.

Well, a lot of this work wasn't
permitted.

It's not gonna be
in the county records.

-Unless we're needed here, we--
-(Tim): No, no, we're good.

You and Lopez have enough
on your plate.

-Just find out who built this.
-On it.

Bailey, hang in there, okay?
Half the city

is trying to get you
out of there.

Alright. Thanks.

(light hubbub)

There. You got a 10-foot
blind spot right there.

(saw whirring)

(metal grinding)

Guys?!

What is it?

I-I don't know.
Something's happening.

(dramatic music)

Spikes! There are spikes
coming out of the ground!

(Nolan): Stop, stop! Stop
cutting! Stop cutting!

-(Nolan): You okay?
-Yeah, I'm great.

Just... great.

Do you think Rosalind
saw us cutting?

No, I think more than likely
there's a motion sensor,

-probably under the floor.
-Where we can't get at it.

No, we can. We can.
We just...

have to take the floor apart
more carefully.

-You mean "slowly".
-(Nolan): Right.

(Celina): Alright, guys.

DWP is here.
They're cutting the power.

(Nolan): No, that could trigger
something else.

(Lucy): Shh, shh.

(Bailey): The lights
are still on.

There's got to be
a generator, then.

(clanking)

Guys. Something else
is happening.

(liquid burbling)

(dramatic music)

What is it?

John, something else
is happening!

Can you block it?

(suspenseful music)

Water is filling up the tank.

I can't stop it!

How long until
the tank fills up?

At this rate, a
few hours, max.

Oh...

(cellphone ringing)

Yeah.

(Rosalind): Hello, John.

(heartbeat echoes)

(high-pitched ringing)

Alert anyone that I'm
on the phone and Bailey dies.

What?

It's Grey.

(Bailey gasping)

Bailey, I'll be right back.

Really?

(suspenseful music)

(Rosalind): Cute trick with
the work lights,

but it won't matter.

Nothing they can do will get
to her in time.

You're the only one
who can save Bailey.

How?

(Rosalind): Hand yourself
over to me.

So you can kill us both?
I don't think so.

(Rosalind): It's the only way
she survives. A trade,

you for her.

And the offer expires
in five seconds.

-Four, three--
-Wait.

-I'm coming.
-(Rosalind): Smart choice.

Take off your body cam.
Put it in your pocket.

(dramatic music)

-Where do I go?
-Walk down the driveway
and make a left.

As long as you do exactly
as I say,

Bailey has a chance
to survive.

Why are you doing this?
You got away.

Coming back to L.A.
was a bad move.

(Rosalind): Goes to show how
much I missed you.

You should be flattered.
Blue station wagon.

(indistinct conversations)

Time to strip.

Take off your belt, badge,
and weapons.

Turn your pockets inside out.

I'm not leaving my gun here
for some kid to find.

(Rosalind): I thought you'd be
more focused than this.

Find a way.

(tense music)

And your backup piece.

(suspenseful music)

Say hello to Creepy Bear.

Now you have someone
to talk to.

(cellphone ringing)

Very good.
See how intuitive you are?

Now throw your old phone
out the window.

The Bluetooth in your friendly
bear should kick in any...

...second now. See?
Perfect. Now drive.

No.

(Rosalind): Excuse me?

I did something for you.

I did what you wanted.
Now you give me something.

Negotiating?
Hmm, I do love a bargain.

Fine. There's an app
on your phone. Open it.

(dramatic music)

Do you know why
they blindfold prisoners
in the electric chair?

-No.
-Because when the executioner

sends 2,000 volts into
a prisoner,

their eyes pop out
of their heads.

Now drive.
Bailey's running out of time.

(engine starts)

Hey. Any sign of the generator?

No. DWP thinks it's buried
somewhere.

They're bringing in
a ground-penetrating radar.

Even if we find it,
how can we be sure

that shutting it off won't
trigger some other booby trap?

-We can't.
-Have you seen Nolan?

-No.
-He's not answering his phone
or his radio.

W-- That's--
Nolan would never leave Bailey.

Something's not right.
7-Adam-15, what's your status?

-(radio echoes)
-7-Adam-15, please report.

I think I hear his radio.
Can you do that again?

7-Adam-15, are you there?

Nolan. 7-Adam-15.
Hey, where are you?

-(radio echoes)
-7-Adam-15, report.

Okay. Okay, hey, can you guys
just please shut up

and turn off your radios?!

7-Adam-15, what's your status?

(tense music)

7-Adam-15. Nolan.
Nolan, this is Lucy.

We're trying to locate you.
Are you there?

Nolan, please answer.

(suspenseful music)

I don't understand. Why would
he just leave all his gear?

Nolan is on his way
to see Rosalind.

He took a call.
It had to have been from her.

She's using Bailey to get Nolan
to go see her.

How long has he been gone?

I mean, it can't be more than
like 10, 15 minutes.

Alright. I'll alert Grey.
Nolan's smart.

He'll think of a way
to signal us.

(Rosalind): You're doing
great, John.

Make a left at the stop sign.

So this is how you spend
your time out of prison,

planning all this?

Why not just tan on a beach
in Fiji?

(Rosalind): I'm not really
a sun person.

Besides, solitary confinement
gave me all the time I needed

to think this through,
down to disabling
the hazard lights.

(tires screeching)

(car horn honks)

This wasn't all you.
You had help.

I did. He's very clever.

A cut above the blunt
instruments I've used before.

(engine revving)

I got a problem, a road rager.
This guy just cut me off.

-'Cause you brake checked
him...
-What the hell, man?!

...trying to alert
your friends without
me noticing.

I'm disappointed in you, John.

Now Bailey is going to be
punished.

No, no, wait.
No, no, no. I'm sorry.

(Bailey): Uh, guys,
one of the boxes is opening.

(explosions)

Okay. Okay. Stop, stop.

(Rosalind): Potassium amide,
a chemical that hates water.

-Get out of the car!
-A few flakes is a fun
party trick,

but there's enough in there
to blow the whole tank.

I'm sorry. I won't do it again.
I promise.

-Let's go!
-Get rid of that guy.

But you do anything
to alert him and
I'll cook her to death.

Now you wanna be a tough guy,
huh? You want to throw down?

Let's go. What are you gonna do?
What are you gonna do?

Nothing.
(grunts)

(groaning)

You happy?

I just assaulted that guy.

Hmm, it was self-defense,
and it's your own damn fault.

Now drive.
You're running late.

You okay, Bailey?

Yeah. This isn't the first time
I've singed my eyebrows.

They grow back.

Is John there?

Lucy, where's John?

He's outside with the engineers
looking for the generator.

Putting that construction
knowledge to good use.

You held your breath
for a long time.

Well, death by fire is a great
motivator.

Plus I did some competitive
diving in my youth.

Of course you did.

I wish I could say that was
the last time

you were gonna need
to use that skill.

Yeah.

What's the longest anyone's
ever held their breath?

Yeah, let's check.
Uh, let's see.

24 minutes and 37 seconds.
But he cheated.

I mean, he took in pure oxygen
before getting in the water.

Let's do a test,

see how long I can
hold my breath for, okay?

(watch beeps)

(breathes deeply)

(Grey): Yeah. Alright.

We just got a Nolan sighting.

Smitty responded
to a road-rage incident.

Said a guy in a Porsche
got knocked out by a guy

in an old blue station wagon.

He left Nolan's
business card behind.

I've got an airship heading
to the area

and all available units looking
for the station wagon.

(blades whirring)

(Rosalind): Now, now, don't be
mad at Creepy Bear.

He's trying to help you.

I'm not mad. I'm tense.

It would help me relax a little
if you'd just let Bailey go.

I promise, I'll still meet
with you wherever you want.

Ah, so brave. So willing.
So late.

You better hurry, John.
The next hoop you have
to jump through

-is half a mile north.
-What is it?

I'm not going to tell
you that.

But if you're not there
in one minute,

Bailey is going to suffer.

(rhythmic music)

(pilot): Airship-2.
I have a visual
on the blue station wagon.

(Rosalind): Make a right
into that parking garage

with the blue sign.

(pilot): The target is
entering parking garage

at Sixth and Ocean.
I'm losing visual.

I need all available units,

parking garage,
Sixth and Ocean.

We're looking for
an older blue station wagon.

(♪♪)

(Rosalind): Come on, John.
A little faster.

Bailey's depending on you.

Here. This one. Fifth floor.

Go all the way to the back.
Park by the stairs.

(brakes screeching)

-What now?
-You have 30 seconds to get
to the seventh floor.

Take the bear.
I'll be waiting.

(sirens wailing)

John, run!

(♪♪)

(sirens wailing)

15 seconds, John.
One more flight. Come on,
you can do it.

The work van, John. Run.

Keys in the cup holder, John.
Bear goes on the dash.

What the hell was the point
of all that?

Oh, my enjoyment.
I'm a psychopath.

You should know that by now.
Come on. Get moving.

Bailey's running out of time.

(rock music)

(pilot): Control, Airship-2.

Still no sign of
a blue station wagon.

(sirens wailing)

Sarge, I'm on the scene.

No sign of Nolan.

(suspenseful music)

That's the motion sensor.
I can freeze it,

then we can finish
cutting through.

Do it.

(gasping)

2 minutes, 37 seconds.

That's crazy impressive.

I think that's the best
I can do.

Lucy, I know you're lying
to me.

Something's happened to John.

I'm sorry. Um...

We haven't seen Nolan since
he took a call an hour ago.

We think... We think he went
to see Rosalind.

(sighs)
To save me.

Well, you have to find him.
She will kill him.

We're trying.

Okay.

I'm gonna go back under.
Time me.

Chen.

-I'll go down.
-No.

Well--

There may be more traps.
It's too dangerous.

Just be ready to follow
if it's clear.

Okay.

(suspenseful music)

(Tim): Alright, it's clear.

(suspenseful music)

Okay. Now what?

I don't know.

I was hoping the waterline
would be above ground

so we could cut it or cap it,
but it's under solid cement.

We're losing time. At the rate
that it's filling up,

she's got an hour, tops.

(Lopez): I found something.

Johnson County
Sheriff's report

on an abduction two years ago.

-Johnson County California?
-Colorado.

(siren chirps)

(man): Dispatch, we have
an unidentified female

in need of assistance.

Tracy Urteaga said
that a man knocked on her door

claiming he'd lost his dog.

Next thing she knew, she woke up
in some kind of container,

water up to her waist.
She managed to escape,

but she couldn't
remember anything about
where she was held.

That sounds like
our trap maker.

-What did the investigation
turn up?
-Nothing.

As far as I can tell,
they closed the case.

The detective said they didn't
have enough to go on.

I think he just
didn't believe her.

Yeah, we should re-interview.
It's hard to remember anything

when people are treating you
like you're crazy.

How did you escape the tank?

I got lucky.

Couple days later,
there was a power outage

and the camera went out,
so he couldn't see me.

Took me an hour to open
the door, and then I just ran.

I guess he learned from
that mistake.

Is there anything about
the trap you can remember?

It was in the basement.

When I climbed out,
I fell into his dirty laundry.

I almost threw up.

What do you mean?

The clothes
had a rotten smell,

like trash or sewage.
It was coveralls, you know,

like a worker's uniform. I
think they were gray or green.

Could be a sanitation worker,
water treatment,

road maintenance.

He took someone else,
didn't he? In Los Angeles.

That's why you're asking me
about this.

Yes. And we're trying
to save her.

Uh, thank you
for your time, Tracy.

Mm-hmm.

-Tell me you found something.
-We combed the federal database

looking for similar victims.
A woman's body was found

near Boulder in 2020,
lungs filled with water

in an empty parking lot.

Another body was found in
Riverside last year

marked with chemical burns
consistent with potassium amide.

Exactly what kind of sicko
are we dealing with here?

Profile is male, white,
30s to 40s, socially isolated.

-I know. Aren't they all?
-Not a lot to go on.

Well, we can be sure of
a moderate to high degree
of psychopathy,

likely a history of abuse
resulting in aberrant behaviors,

including lack of remorse,
no feelings of guilt,

a need for control,
and predatory behavior.

Killers like this, they don't
stop. They are stopped.

I got him. So, I've been running
down purchases of materials

our guy needed to build
this trap, right?

And I found a clerk in
Sun Valley

who remembers selling a water
tank and welding equipment

to a guy with a skin-graft
scar on his arm.

Cameras?

Yep.

Tracy said our guy wore
coveralls,

and everyone who works
for the city has to register

tattoos, marks, and scars
when they start working.

Yeah, most cities have
the same policy.

I'll call to get a warrant,
see if we can get access

to their database, try to get
an ID to go with the photo.

Great. While you're doing that,
we should head downtown.

-Why?
-Because I got an address

where all the building materials
were delivered to.

Let's go.

(siren wailing in distance)

We got a name out of Denver
Sanitation, Jeffrey Boyle.

He worked there until
November 2020.

Local agents are mobilizing
to hit his last known address,

but it's clear Jeffrey Boyle
is an alias.

You guys good to breach
through the back?

Boyle's into booby traps.
We should wait for SWAT.

No, we can't. Bailey is
literally running out of time.

You and your boot can stay out
here if you want,

but we're going in.

Screw that.

-We'll go in around back.
-Go.

(suspenseful music)

(cellphone chimes)

Go.

-(cellphone chimes)
-Go.

(suspenseful music)

(♪♪)

Angela.

Whoa!

Yep.
She's been in there a while.

(thud)

Police! Stop!

(tense music)

Hands on your head!

Do it now!

(suspenseful music)

(explosions)

Let's go, go!

(coughing)

(sirens wailing)

He came out this way.
Did you see him?

No, we were too busy
bailing out.

(coughing)

We need to call Tim.
I saw the plans.

I know where the generator
is buried.

-You alright?
-Yeah.

(suspenseful music)

Hello, John.

L.A. traffic really
is the worst, isn't it?

I was afraid our food was gonna
get cold before you got here.

A little on the nose,
even for you, Rosalind.

Feeding me a last meal
before you kill me.

Oh, you misunderstood.

The last meal isn't for you.

You're not here so
I can kill you, John.

You're here to murder me.

(dramatic music)

Are the owners dead somewhere?

No, it's a rental.

I knew I was going to be here
a while,

and bodies start to smell
fairly quickly.

(tense music)

You need to let her go now.

I know you're in a hurry, John,

but this is my moment,
not yours.

Change for dinner.
There's a suit in the bag.

No. I'm not playing your little
game anymore.

I held up my end of the bargain.

I'm here. Now let her go.

-(gunshot)
-Don't test me.

I will kill you if I have to,

and sit down to watch Bailey die
while I eat filet.

I don't want to do that,
but I'm in control.

There's no bargaining anymore.

There's only compliance.
So put on the damn suit.

I went with a classic
single-breasted.

Inseam might be
a little bit off.

I had to eyeball it.

(gasping)

They found the generator
where Harper said it would be.

-They're digging it out now.
-Great.

And when they cut the power,

those chemicals are gonna
release,

triggering an explosion
and a flash fire.

Well, meaning what?
Don't cut the power?

No, we have to. Otherwise
Bailey floats to the top

and the grate electrocutes her.

Look, LAFD is standing by
ready to cut the grate

the second the chemical
reaction finishes.

Bailey just needs to hold
her breath long enough to
make it through.

She's cold. She's exhausted.

Everything has to go perfectly
in order for us to save her.

What's really going on here,
Rosalind?

You don't want me to murder you.

You're way too narcissistic
for suicide.

It's not suicide.

It's legacy.

There's no future for me
on the outside.

I'm too famous.
The world has gotten too small.

I'll get caught, and I'm not
going back to prison. So...

that leaves me with
one question.

What is my legacy?
My victims, of course.

My acolytes.

And you.

Why? I don't understand.

What does the monster want
with a villager?

A middle-aged cop just trying
to live life

with some kind of meaning?

I don't fully
understand it myself,

but I find you fascinating.

Even after all the mayhem
I caused,

you quite literally
risked your life to save mine

the day we met.

And you mourned for Armstrong
after he died,

even though he betrayed you.
You're just so damn noble.

And what? That makes you want to
remake me in your image?

(chuckling)
No.

You could never be me.
I'm a unicorn.

And you're a saint.

But I believe that anyone
can be turned into a murderer,

even a saint.

And I'm betting I found
just the right button

to push to break you.

And how does killing you
save Bailey?

Is there some kind of shut-off
switch here

that once you're dead,
it'll suddenly appear?

No, no, there's no controls
in this house.

I couldn't stop her death
even if I wanted to.
Only Jeffrey can.

He's watching us right now.

Once he sees you murder me
in cold blood,

then he will unlock the trap
and release Bailey.

And you expect me to believe

he's a serial killer
of his word?

He is, actually.

He was very excited
when I pitched him the idea.

He loved the artistry of it.
And between you and me,

I think he wants my crown.

(sighs)

It's time.

I'm ready.

(tense music)

(exhaling deeply)

Um, excuse me.
Bailey. Okay.

They're about to take out
the generator,

so once the chemicals fall--

I won't be able to surface.
I know.

Okay, here we go.

I'll see you
on the other side.

(dramatic music)

(inhaling deeply)

Cut the power now.

(dramatic music)

She's dying, John.

Kill me.

I can't just shoot you.

Then she dies, and you drove
all this way for nothing,

and it will haunt you
for the rest of your life.

Because if you'd just
stayed with her,

you might have figured out
a way to save her,

used your everyman, blue-collar
skills to deconstruct

what Jeffrey built, hmm?

But you let me push you
to leave her behind,

to come here to confront me

because you need to be
the hero.

The better man. The martyr.

In the same way that I am driven
to pay at slaughter.

So be the hero, John.

Sacrifice your morality
to save her.

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

Take the shot.
Then Jeffrey empties the tank.

You can still save her.

Bailey! Get in there.

(saw whirring)

(suspenseful music)

Damn it.

She loves you.

She thinks you're going
to save her.

So come on, John. Do it.

I'm a killer. She's a hero.

You couldn't possibly choose
my life over hers,

so take the shot. Kill me.

(dramatic music)

(metal clanging)

-I can't.
-(sighs)

Oh, John.

What have you done?

(soft music)

We're through.

Grab her!

(♪♪)

Come on, Bailey.

Come on, Bailey!

(♪♪)

-(gagging)
-(coughing)

Okay.

Oh, my God.

(sighing)
Oh, my God.

-How long was that?
-Uh...

-(watch beeps)
-4 minutes and 20 seconds.

New record.

Where's John?

Yes.
This is Officer John Nolan.

I have Rosalind Dyer in custody.

I need units at my address,
101 Briarwood--

(gunshot echoes)

♪ I've been left out
a while ♪

♪ I sold the family plot
for time ♪

♪ I sold the only thing
I liked ♪

♪ So I could taste it ♪

♪ You've been drinking
all night ♪

♪ We both know when
you're drunk ♪

♪ The future rewinds ♪

♪ It happens every time ♪

-♪ But you erase it ♪
-John?!

-John?!
-Bailey?

♪ All that I really wanted
to do was to leave it all ♪♪

Doesn't seem real.

It is. She's done.

She only seemed larger
than life.

Do you think she did this as
a backup on purpose?

Doesn't matter. All it means
is that we can focus

on catching her accomplice
before he kills anyone else.

-(siren wailing)
-Here comes the feds to help.

I thought you were dead.

I was for a minute.

I couldn't save you.

It's okay. You saved yourself.

(♪♪)