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(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.

(♪♪)