All language subtitles for The Rookie_S05E06_The Reckoning.English (CC)

(Nolan): And just for safety,

place your hands
on the hood for me.

(Gary sighs)
Damn.

You have any weapons on you?
Anything that's gonna stick me?

Yeah. I got a foldable
knife in my back pocket...

-(Nolan): Alright.
-...for self-defense.

Uh, just keep your hands
on the hood for me.

Don't reach for anything,
alright?

Yes, sir.

-(Nolan): Ah. Thank you.
-(indistinct talking on radio)

Oh, uh, and I have a small
knife around my neck.

You have a knife
around your neck?

Just in case I can't reach
the one in my waistband.

-Right.
-(blade scraping)

(hip-hop music)

-(Nolan): Treacherous.
-(Gary): Two there.

Got those.

(♪♪)

-Care-- Careful with that one.
-(keys jingling)

Right.

(Nolan): Anything else
I'm missing?

(blade scraping)
Any more? Oh.

Oh, that's my balisong.
That... That one's
from the Philippines.

Oh. Oh, that's--
that's a neat one.

It looks like a money clip,
but it's actually a--

It's actually a knife.

I hate to ask you
what's in your car.

No weapons in there.

(music stops)

-But, uh...
-But?

-(growling, rattling)
-(Celina): Uh, Nolan?

The trunk is growling.

(growling continues)

(up-tempo music)

Since the winner
of this little contest

gets to pick
where we get married,

I'mma just go ahead
and call it right now.

We're getting married
on the beach

right here in beautiful,
sunny Southern California.

Shh, shh. Shh, shh. Listen.

Do you hear that?
It's the smell of victory.

Correction. After I win,

you'll be smelling beignets
in the French Quarter

after our wedding
in New Orleans.

(♪♪)

-Oh. Careful.
-Alright.

Here we go.

Ten to seven. I win.

My stack is clearly higher.

That is not the contest.

Fair enough. You win.

Alright. It is...

20 to 20. We're tied again.

We need another contest.
Bet I can eat mine faster.

Is it possible
we're too competitive?

If you want to quit,
just say so.
Say you're a quitter.

Fork me.

Ready, set...

W--Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Without syrup?
What are we, animals?

(Lopez): Hey. The sitter's
available after all.

You still want
to go to dinner?

-Wesley?
-(baby giggling in distance)

(Wesley chuckles softly)
Sorry. Um...

what was the question?

You're not worried about
the deposition, are you?

The defense are just throwing
stuff against the wall.

Yeah. Well, the more
that they throw,

the more likely
something will stick.

And if something sticks,
Elijah could walk.

That won't happen.

They can depose me, Grey,

half of the Mid-Wilshire
station,

it won't change
who Elijah Stone is.

I just wish I knew
more about the strategy.

I don't even know
who his defense attorney is.

And the DA's office
has a firewall

between me and anything
relating to Elijah Stone.

The RICO case against
Elijah is solid.
They're just desperate.

That's what worries me.

RICO means anyone involved
in the organization

is on the hook.

I was a part
of the organization.

Under duress.

And his lawyers can't argue
that you were a mob lawyer

without admitting that
their client is a mobster.

You're right.

Of course,
because you're always right.

I'm going. Think about where
you wanna go for our date night.

(smooches)

-(Lopez): Love you.
-I love you, too.

-(door opens)
-(baby cooing in distance)

(Grey): Take my advice,

you want to put a tennis
racket in her hand tomorrow.

Oh, I was hoping we had
a swimmer on our hands.

Whatever gets her a full ride.

Trust me. You don't want
to know what we're paying
for Dominique's tuition.

What happened? Leah okay?

-(James): Leah's fine.
-Hey.

We had a minor accident

with the breast milk
you left in the fridge.

Oh, you mean the breast milk

that I woke up at 5:00 a.m.
this morning to pump?

-That breast milk?
-Yes.

Mm-kay. Mm... Mama is gon'
feed her sweet little baby.

(smooches, laughs)

Daddy... Daddy's gonna
wait in the hot car.

(James): One more thing.
Uh, and I want to preface this

by saying I'm just
the messenger.

What is it?

Lila's best friend, Jenny,

canceled trick or treating
tomorrow night.

-Why? What happened?
-Her mom didn't say,

but she left
an awkward message, though.

Okay. You have a theory.
What is it?

They may not be comfortable

with the whole law-enforcement,
gun-in-the-house thing.

You know, um,
just a wild guess.

You... You are on one today.

-(yawns)
-(Nolan): The hours take

some getting used to.

Mm-hmm. My REM cycle's
all over the place.

I wasn't like this
at the academy.

Yeah, I had something similar
when I first started.

I know it's hard, but you
gotta make sleep a priority.

(grunts)
Man, I'm, like, wide awake

by the time my head
hits the pillow.

When Henry was a baby,
we tried everything
to get him to sleep.

Soothing music,
so many road trips,

I'm sure we single-handedly
destroyed the environment,

and a swaddling technique
I can still do in my sleep.

Hmm, I don't think
any of this applies to me.

Didn't a doctor just
pull a bullet out of you?

Like, shouldn't you be resting?

It was an old bullet. I'm fine.

What?

I overheard you talking
to Ashley about picking up

some of your things
from her place.

So look, if you want to talk
about it, we can t--

(mid-tempo music)

(laughter)

Hello. Good morning.

Chen. Sanford.

(telephones ringing in distance)

What's up with him?

He's just grumpy

with everything
he's got going on.

Wait. What... What's going on?

-Nothing.
-(Lucy): What?

He's fine. I'm fine.

We're just eager
to protect and serve.

-Aaron.
-I have to go. I'm so sorry.

What?

-(police radio chatter)
-I, uh, I found this

checklist online.

No screens, thermostat at 68,

meditation, lavender oil.
No luck.

Red light. Red light. Red light.
Red light. Red light!

-(tires screech)
-Sorry.

(dispatcher): 7-Adam-15.
Suspicious circumstance

at 12952 South Flower Street.

10-66. Female
and a bank transaction.

More to your box.

(sighs)
Copy that. 7-Adam-15,

-show us responding.
-(walkie-talkie chirps)

-Switch places. I'm driving.
-No. I'm good. I'm good.

No. Not good enough.

When you are sleep deprived,
both your judgment

and your reflexes are impaired.

It's no better
than being intoxicated.
Do you understand?

-Yes, sir.
-We switch.

-(seat belt clicks)
-(indistinct conversations)

What's the problem?

Oh. Our alert system
flagged several bills

this young woman
attempted to deposit.

Counterfeit?

No, looks like
they're connected

to some kind of
law enforcement investigation.

Hi. I-I'm just trying
to make a deposit.
What's going on?

Uh, may I get your name?

Macy Tomkins.

And do you have any ID?

And where did you get the bills
you were trying to deposit?

I had a garage sale
over the weekend.

Made $1,000
on a designer handbag.

Should've gotten more,
if you want to know the truth.

I don't suppose
you got a name

or description
of the person who bought it.

Mm, Brentwood housewife.
Yoga pants.

(Nolan): Right. Any cameras
around where you live?

-No.
-(Nolan): Okay. I'm just gonna

have to get a little more
information from you.

Celina, will you start
an FI card? We--

-(snoring)
-(Nolan): Officer Juarez.

(mid-tempo music playing)

Welcome back.

(indistinct conversations,
telephones ringing)

(Welsey): Monica.

What are you doing here?

Nobody told you?

Told me what?

I'm here for the deposition.

Elijah Stone is my client.

Um...

that is a mistake.

You do not want
to be in his orbit.

I'm billing him $800 an hour.
It's a nice orbit.

You read all the discovery.
You know what he did to me.

I know what you allege
he did to you.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

Uh, the court reporter
is still setting up inside,

but I could take you
back if you like.

Great.

I just need to make a quick
call before we get started.

-(Del Monte): Yeah. Sure.
-Excuse me.

(scoffs)

You know Elijah's attorney?

We went to law school together.

-(Del Monte): Really?
-Mm-hmm.

Is there anything
in her bag of tricks
we should look out for?

(Wesley): She's smart,
fairly ruthless,

and God forbid you leave
the toilet seat up.

We used to be engaged.

Maybe you should've
led with that.

Mm-hmm.

(police radio chatter)

We're not talking about it.

Look, I'm just saying
if you want to talk

about the breakup, I'm here.

I don't. Look,
tomorrow's Halloween.

The crazies are gonna be
out in full force,

so let's just focus
on our job. Alright?

Alright.

(vehicles passing)

(Aaron): Werewolf.

(Tim): What?

Werewolf.

She looks like she needs a hand.
We should stop.

(vehicles passing, dogs barking)

(grunts)

(Aaron): Morning. Looks like
you need some help.

I have to get this prop
to set or I'm screwed.

Okay. Well, uh,
we'll get your friend here
loaded up,

and you'll be on
your way in no time.

(Chloe): Thank you.

So, what are you,
like, a P.A. or...

I'm a director.
I'm shooting a short film,

but I lose my location
in an hour.

That is so cool.
You hear what she said?

-(Tim): Hmm.
-She's a director.

(Tim): Oh. Okay.
Help her get to set.

She's losing daylight.

Right.

(mid-tempo music)

You know what?
I just need a better...

I need a better angle.

-(walkie-talkie chirps)
-(Tim): 7-Adam-100.

Show us Code 6
at Bronson and Rosewood,

stalled vehicle
blocking traffic.

-(Aaron grunting)
-Hang on.

Wait, wait. Hold on.
You shouldn't be lifting
anything. I mean,

you just had major surgery.

(Chloe): You did?
I can handle this.

No, I didn't have major surgery.

I-I'm fine. Lift on three.

-Okay.
-Alright.

Yeah. One, two...

-three, lift!
-(both grunting)

-(Aaron): Yeah.
-(Tim): Let's go! Push!

-(Aaron): I'm pushing!
-Do you want me to call someone?

-(both): No!
-I had back surgery, remember?

(Aaron): My leg. My leg.
Oh! My knee. My knee.

-(men groan)
-(Aaron): You good?

(exhales deeply)
Yeah.

Thank you. Both of you.

(panting)
Yeah. Happy to help.

(cellphone ringing, click)

(Tim): Yeah. Bradford.

No. I assigned Siega to that.

So, uh...

what's your short about?
Like, werewolves versus zombies?

The lycanthrope is a metaphor

for the patriarchy's assault
on bodily autonomy.

Wow.

(Tim): No, I never got it.

(engine starts)

(Aaron): So, uh, you know,
maybe I can, uh,

take you out for coffee
and you can tell me more?

No, thanks.

No. No. Don't do anything.
I'll be right there. Let's go.

(engine revs)

(dispatch): 7-Adam-15.
Possible arson at Elm and
West Sixth.

(fire crackling,
indistinct talking on radio)

(Nolan): Just the firefighter
I wanted to see!

-(vehicle doors close)
-(Nolan): I was thinking,

Since we are tied,

how about tonight,
we have a little
Lego-building competition?

You were a contractor.

I didn't build houses
out of Lego.

I think we should do
something intellectual,

like learn a new language
and see who's more fluent
at the end of the month.

-Oh.
-Japanese?

You taught English in Kyoto.

Ugh, I was hoping
you wouldn't remember.

I remember everything
you tell me.

Uh-huh. What did I ask you

to pick up from
the store after work?

-Milk. Eggs. Bread?
-Pops--

-Popsicles.
-(Celina): Guys?

(Nolan): See?
I remember everything.

(sirens wailing)

(Celina): Looks like somebody
had money to burn.

(mid-tempo music)

I'm very tired.

(Celina): Maybe the money
was cursed.

You know,
fire is very cleansing.

It's used in
all sorts of rituals.

Or it could be something else.

Or someone was trying to hide
evidence of an old crime.

Tracking device.

Why old crime?

Well, tracking devices nowadays

are all microchips and GPS.

This thing's got to be
at least 10 years old.

I'm guessing... federal.

Maybe DEA or FBI.

So the money was part
of a law-enforcement sting?

That seems likely.

But why burn it now?

We figure that out
by finding out whose
tracker this is.

-(Lucy): Drive safe.
-Hey.

Uh, I'm not sure
who to talk to.

Yeah. What's the problem?

Um, these cops stopped
to help me,

and one of them
left his radio behind.

Yeah. I can take that.

Did you happen
to catch their name?

One of them looked exactly
like that guy

from that murder documentary,

but I think the radio
belonged to the broody one.

The broody...
Tim forgot his radio?

Tim Bradford, super cop?

You know, this guy
will not let me forget

that I was once
three and a half minutes late
to roll call.

-Can you believe that?
-I... guess.

This feels like Christmas.
Thank you.

(Chloe): Cool. So you'll
get it back to him?

Yeah, I got it.
You have a nice day.

(engine revs)

(clicks tongue)

(♪♪)

How did you become involved

in the sting operation
against Elijah Stone?

I raised my concerns

about his criminal enterprise
to the LAPD.

Paint me a picture.
You went to the front desk

at Mid-Wilshire. And then what?

Well, I didn't go
through the front desk.

(Monica): Oh. I guess
I'm confused.

In your own words,
describe the first time

you brought up Mr. Stone's
alleged crimes to the LAPD.

I raised my concerns
with Detective Angela Lopez.

At her desk?

-In our living room.
(Del Monte): They're married.

But you know that already.

-Oh. That's right.
-Mm.

It's in my notes.
Um, and this sting operation

was allowed to proceed
despite an obvious

and egregious
conflict of interest?

Well, we had a mutual
interest in the truth.

Is it common for detectives

to work cases
involving relatives?

-No.
-And why is that?

I think there's a concern

that the detectives won't view
the evidence objectively,

-but I don't think that's an--
-Interesting. Next question.

-Uh, can I finish--
-Moving on.

Let's just move on.

I'm telling you,
it's not in the shop.

Well, it didn't just
jump off my hip.

(sighs)
Let me check this bag again.

(plastic crinkling)

-(hand thuds)
-The werewolf.

I put down my radio
to help you lift that dumb prop.

The director must have it.
Did you get her number?

Almost.

(hand thuds, cellphone chimes)

(sighs)

(suspenseful music)

What the hell?

What is it?

(rhythmic music)

(Aaron): Who sent that?

Someone who's about to get
in a lot of trouble.

You know, uh, you could just
file an incident report

and get a new radio, right?

And get written up? That's one
day's suspension without pay.

(♪♪)

I think I know where this is.
Let's go.

(Harper): Bailing on Halloween
is so passive-aggressive.

I mean, if you have a problem
with me being a cop

or having a gun at my house,
then just tell me.

Agreed.
But if that's the issue,

have James invite them over
for dinner tonight.

Show them your gun safe.
Everyone loves James.

People love me, too.

For sure.
I, for example, adore you.

Most people find you terrifying.

Right back at you.

I know. It's why
we're so good together.

(chuckles)
Alright. Fine.

I will have James
invite them to dinner.

Uh, hi. Nyla Harper.

We spoke on the phone.
This is Angela Lopez.

Xavier. Thanks for diving
right in on this.

-Of course.
-I can't believe we haven't

worked together before.
All the LAPD/DEA

task forces you were on.

Yeah. I never worked anything
that took me to the Midwest.

Smart. Undercover gets
a whole lot more uncomfortable

-when it's negative 20 out.
-(knock on door)

Hi. Sorry to interrupt.
You wanted to see us?

Uh, yes. Officers Nolan
and Juarez.

They found the burned cash
and your old tracker.

Thank you. You don't know what
it means to finally have a lead.

We're happy to help.
A lead on what, exactly?

Ten years ago, my partner,
Robert Buckley,

set up a buy with
a mid-level trafficker

named Winslow Harris.

Rob had been deep undercover
for months,

and this was a big break,
a chance to get real intel

on Harris' operation.

It sounds like
it didn't go as planned.

To this day...

I'm not sure what happened.

We found Rob's body
a week later.

The tracker failed,
the money disappeared,

and no one's heard
from Harris since.

(quietly): Huh.
The money is cursed.

-I'm sorry. What?
-It's nothing.

Fast-forward to today,
when money from the old sting

set off alarms
at a local bank.

Okay. Wait. The dumpster fire

and garage-sale chick
are connected?

Macy Tomkins. I ran info on her,

spotty employment history,
a few overdue parking tickets.
No criminal record.

It can't be a coincidence
that the bills were flagged
at the bank

and the rest of them
were burned an hour later.

It seems clear Macy
was lying about

where she got the money.
Question is,

how does she connect to Winslow?

Let's go ask her.

(Aaron): Man, this is one
sketchy-ass-looking
coffee truck.

(Tim): This is where I get
my coffee every morning.

No Oat Milk Mafia hipsters
rewriting screenplays.

Buck for coffee
and you go to work.

You sound like
the old dude from "Up."

-Hey, Johnnie.
-(Johnnie): Hi.

Anyone drop off this radio?

Nope. No.

Alright. Thank you.

(cellphone chimes)

Damn it. They're running
us all over town.

Okay. So, like,
what's the point?

I mean, they haven't
asked for money or anything,

and if they really wanted
to screw with the police,

they could do a whole lot
more with that radio.

I don't know. We gotta figure
out which studio lot that is.

-(police radio chatter)
-Must have been hard,

all those years not knowing
what happened to your partner.

Yeah.

He wasn't just your partner.
You loved him.

-What?
-Celina.

(Celina): I'm sorry
if I overstepped.

You're just so sad.

(Lind): We met in intelligence.

Once he finished
undercover school,

we both ended up
in organized crime.

(soft music)

After-work beers
turned into dinners...

turned into... more.

No one we worked with knew.
It was a different time.

But...

we had each other.

That was enough.

Then he was gone.

(engine shuts off)

(car horns honking distantly)

(indistinct conversations)

Seems a little upscale
for Macy's income bracket.

Seriously. I can't even
afford to park here.

(knock on door)

Ms. Tomkins? It's Officer Nolan.

We met at the bank earlier.

Security says she hasn't
left the building.

-(Nolan): Door's open.
-(holster clicks)

Police! We're coming in!

(tense music)

She's dead.

And we're sure
the money's not cursed?

(camera shutter clicks)

I scrubbed through
the lobby security footage,
and this guy stood out.

Came in about two hours ago,

stayed for 20 minutes
and then left in a hurry.

Not much to go on.
Does it feel like Winslow?

(Lind): I don't know. Could be.
I can't see his face.

St. Brendan medal.

Patron saint of sailors.

Winslow smuggled drugs
up the coast.

Spent half his life on a boat.

He wore a necklace
just like this 10 years ago.

-(Lind): Clasp is broken.
-(camera shutter clicks)

She probably ripped
it off as she was
fighting for her life.

We'll get that checked for DNA.

It's gonna come back to Harris.
I know it.

Okay. Let's say it does.

What's his relationship
with Macy?

If she lied to us in the bank
about where she got the money,

then it's safe to assume
she was covering for him.

(Lind): Or she stole
it from him.

Either way, when he found out
the money was flagged,

he panicked and burned the rest.

Then came here and killed her.

Macy's the key.

We need to tear her life
apart to find him.

(Aaron): Now, this is my
kind of coffee.

Wait, wait, wait.

My favorite movie
was shot right here on this lot.

Wait. Your favorite
coffee place.

Your favorite movie.

Whoever's doing this
knows you really well.

Chen.

(Monica): Who is Arthur Andrews?

Arthur Andrews witnessed
a murder

committed by one
of Elijah Stone's relatives.

And you represented
this relative

as a favor to Mr. Stone.
Is that right?

If by "favor,"

you mean your client threatened
to hurt me if I refused,

then, yeah.

Now, you could have
questioned Mr. Andrews

in your office, but you chose
to do it in his home. Why?

(Wesley): That was more
convenient for him.

(Monica): Or you were trying
to intimidate him

and you didn't
want any witnesses.

No. No.

I went there after
your client ordered me

to find a way to undermine
Mr. Andrews' credibility.

He said, "Either you make
this witness go away,

or Moreno will."
And for the record,

Moreno is one of Elijah Stone's
enforcers

who is currently in prison
awaiting trial

on several charges,
including the attempted
murder of police officers.

Alleged enforcer.

But what we know for a fact

is that you called in a tip

about an illegal firearm
in Mr. Andrews' home.

Yeah. And that tip
saved his life.

(Monica): According to you, yes.

But your client,
a man accused of murder,

went free because you...

-(Wesley laughs)
-damaged the reputation

of the only witness against him.

Yeah. No. It's a good argument.
It is. And if I was on

the other side of that table,
I would be making it myself.

-But it's B.S., and you know it!
-Wes.

I know no such thing.

You just can't admit
that I'm outarguing you.

Yes, if you ignore the truth!

(Monica): Wesley, let it go.

You never won an argument
in the five years
we were together.

What makes you think now
is going to be any different?

-Uh-huh.
-Why don't we

-pick this up tomorrow?
-(Wesley): Yeah. No.

That's a great idea.

-(Wesley): That's perfect.
-Of course.

(indistinct conversations,
telephones ringing)

(Del Monte): Hey. Wes.
Hey. Hold up.

You can't let her
rattle you like that.

Yeah, sorry.

Just lost focus.
Won't happen again.

Okay. Well, the facts
are on our side,
so just focus on that.

-Yeah. Right.
-I have to ask you this,

how did it end
between you two?

Are you asking
if I'm still hung up on her?

Or she on you. I don't know.
I just need to know

-where this thing could go.
-Alright. Look.

Monica and I wanted
very different lives.

Right out of law school,
she targeted the most

powerful law firms.
I rented a space next
to an aquarium-supply store.

Hmm.

It was never gonna work out.

Just took us two years
to figure that out.

Okay.

Look, take the rest of the day,

but tomorrow, you come in
with your game face on, yeah?

Yeah.

(Tim): Where's my radio?

Did something happen
to your radio?

Oh, you know what?
Halloween is tomorrow.

Maybe a vengeful spirit took it.

Why are you doing this?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Is holding my radio hostage

payback for how tough
I was on you as a rookie?

Were you? Gosh,
I hadn't noticed.

-Okay.
-But again, I don't know

what you're talking about,
but I might be able to help you

look for your radio
if you tell me what's going on.

Nothing is going on with me.

Please. I rode with you
long enough to know

when you are being you
and when you're upset.

I mean, are you okay?

(indistinct conversations)

It's nothing. I'm fine.

Then I don't know
where your radio is.

(Lopez): You were right
about Macy's finances.

Forensics got into
her laptop and found this.

"SugarBeaus.com.
Opportunities await."

(Lind): "Anastasia Kennedy."

Macy had a sugar daddy.

Daddies, plural.

Warrant's in process
of getting their names.

That explains how she paid
for the nice apartment.

You think that's how
she met Harris?

-Maybe.
-Let me get a look at pictures

as soon as you have a list.

After staring at his face
for the past decade,

I could spot
that guy from space.

(mid-tempo music)

(cellphone chimes)

(cellphone clicks)

I think we need more tombstones.

Uh, no, I think we're good.

(Harper chuckles)

(♪♪)

What's wrong?

The Reeds have declined
our dinner invitation.

What, first trick or treating,
now this? What...

These people really have
a problem with me being a cop?

That's not why
they're avoiding us.

Honey, did...
did Jenny say something to you?

(tense music)

(sighs)

Her parents told her
it's not safe here

'cause you hang out
with criminals.

Criminals.

M-Meaning my, my friends
from the community center?

Lately at school,
Jenny's been repeating stuff

her parents say about
"those people." And worse.

Okay. Which house is Jenny's?

I-I-I don't think

confronting them is going
to be constructive.

Oh, you can screw constructive.

Mom, it's okay.

Just 'cause we live close by,

doesn't mean we have
to hang out with her.

(Harper sighs)

Alright. Honey, I'm sorry.

I know, I know
Jenny was your friend.

Was.

I'm gonna go inside, okay?

Okay. But listen,
you can talk to us
about anything, right?

(Lila): Okay.

(smooches, sniffs)

It's not right. It's not.

(mid-tempo music)

(panting)
Thirsty?

I'm fine.

Mm. I'm just saying...

130,000 is a lot of Scovilles.

You realize I've literally
been on fire before.

(inhales deeply)

(♪♪)

(grunts)
Mm! Mm! Hm!

-Yes!
-(refrigerator door closes)

Bailey 22, Nolan 21.

I've made a terrible mistake.

I'm thinking a wedding in May.

We'll miss Mardi Gras,
but the weather will be nice,

and we'll have plenty of time
to get out save-the-dates.

You still have to win by two.

I think you should quit
while you're behind.

-(knocking on door)
-Mm.

(knocking continues)

(exhales deeply)

I can't sleep.
As soon as I close my eyes,
all I could think about

is you warning me
how dangerous it is

for me to be on duty
half asleep. And I can't--

I-I don't know what else to do.
What do I do?

-Uh...
-(Bailey): Hey, come here.

There is no training
that could prep you

for the amount of stress
we are put under day after day.

It'll take some time,
but your body will adapt.

Okay? Why don't you go
sit on the couch?

-Okay.
-How about some tea?

Yeah. Okay.

(Bailey): Chamomile knocks
me out. So does music.

Uh, actually, valerian root
works better,

and don't play music.
That'll keep her up.

She wants white noise.

How is static gonna
help her get to sleep?

Not static. Science.

You want to bet, Professor?

Whoever can get Celina
to fall asleep first wins.

How is that even a contest?

Well, we take turns,
and if she falls asleep

on your turn, you win.

Yeah, but you can't separate
out the cause.

I mean, what if she gets sleepy
listening to white noise

but doesn't fall asleep
until she hears music?

Sounds like you're afraid
my way might be better.

-I'm not afraid.
-You sound afraid.

Okay. I see what you're trying
to do here. I see you.

-Mm-hmm.
-She's trying to--

(insects chirping)

-We'll call it a tie.
-Yeah.

(indistinct conversations)

(mid-tempo music playing)

(Wesley): Hey.

Hey.

Whiskey? When did you
start drinking whiskey?

I went to Vegas for the weekend,

and when I came back, my fiancée
had cleared her things out.

Mm. Maybe she was mad
that you cheated on her.

Oh. Is that why you took
this case? To get back at me?

Wow. The narcissism.
I did not miss that.

-Oh, I'm the narcissist?
-Wesley, you think

it's your mission
to personally save

all the downtrodden
of Los Angeles.

Mm-hmm. Well, at least
I'm trying instead

of selling my soul
for $800 an hour.

Okay. Some of us have
to work for a living.

I don't have a trust fund
to fall back on.

I didn't say don't make money.

I'm saying Elijah is dangerous.

-I can handle him.
-No, you can't.

He is a manipulator,
and he is always 10 steps ahead.

So whatever control you think
you have, that is an illusion.

And the second you stop
doing his bidding,

he will threaten the people
you love.

You'll live in terror,

and you will compromise
every principle you hold dear

until you don't even
recognize yourself.

Principles always
were your thing.

Hi.

Oh. Detective Lopez.

It's a pleasure
to finally meet you.

And you are?

Oh, she doesn't know.

Uh, well, then,
I should definitely get going.

You two have some things to,
uh, talk about.

I'll see you at your
deposition tomorrow.

(Wesley): Uh, I'm gonna need
another one of these.

You're probably gonna
want one too.

-(Wesley clears throat)
-Wesley?

It's not a big deal.
Um, I just found out that

she's the lawyer representing
Elijah this morning.

I was gonna tell you at dinner.

We, um, used to date.

It was more than that.
We were engaged
for about a year.

But we were bad for each other,

and I blew it up
by cheating on her
with a co-worker.

(glass thuds)

So much for date night.

Good morning.

Morning.
Thanks for letting me crash.

I, um... You know,
I felt right at home.

My parents would bicker
back and forth,
just like you guys.

It always put me right to sleep.

Oh, I don't know
that I would call

what Bailey and I do bickering.
More like... spirited debates.

Speaking of spirits, I was just
telling Bailey about my dream.

And here we go.

(Celina): I dreamt Winslow
was a showgirl
wearing a diamond bra.

(eerie music)

We were dancing the tango,

and when I realized who he was,
he ran off.

And I tried to stop him,
but all of a sudden,

I was so thirsty,
like, I couldn't move.

And then I woke up.

(eerie music stops abruptly)

So, what do you think it means?

Me? Are we,
Are we really doing this?

Well, the tango
is the forbidden dance.

So it could represent
doing something

you're not supposed to do.

Like drug trafficking or murder.

Okay. What about the diamonds?

Diamonds are hard
and unchanging.

Clearly, that means Winslow
hasn't changed his ways.

And you dreamed you were thirsty

because you think
he's near the water.

(gasps)

(snaps fingers)
Yes.

(mug clanks)

(♪♪)

Is this really how
you solve crimes?

I guess we'll find out.

My neighbors are trash.

That is something the home
inspection does not tell you.

And I wouldn't care,
but now they're dragging

Lila into the middle
of their narrow-minded B.S.

I'm sorry.

Wesley used to be engaged
to Elijah's new attorney.

-You're kidding.
-No.

And it ended because
he cheated on her.

Oh, I did not know
he had that in him.

Neither did I.

And now I'm pissed
because he never told me

I have to go sit across
from his ex in a deposition

where she's gonna do everything
she can to get under my skin.

Uh, maybe leave your gun here.

Maybe not.

(Lind): I looked at every
sugar daddy Macy's had.

None of them are Harris.

Well, the DNA from the necklace
was a match to Winslow.

I've gone to bed every night
for the past 10 years wondering,

"Did I screw up? Am I the reason
my partner got made?"

Look, you have only
ever been on the outside
of an undercover op.

I have lived for years
on the inside. And trust me,

what happened wasn't your fault.

Guys,

Celina had
an out-of-the-box idea

that we did our
due diligence on,

and I think it's worth pursuing.

From Macy's credit-card
statements, I mean,

you can tell she spent time
down in the marina district

during the last six months.

(Nolan): But none of her

sugar daddy clients
are based there.

You think she was
meeting Winslow?

(Harper): It makes sense.
I mean,

he lived his life around boats.

Maybe he got back
into drug smuggling.

I'd have heard if he got back
in the game.

I mean, catching him
has been my obsession.

Well, then maybe he found
a legit job in the marina,

and that's where they
met and fell in love.

(Lind): Love?
How'd you get there?

-I felt it.
-Uh, but-but a-a...

romantic relationship
would explain how

Macy got close enough to Winslow
to try to deposit that money.

And how he got into
her apartment to kill her.

Either way, the marina
is a big place,

and we are
running out of time.

He could be getting ready
to sail to Mexico.

Well, Macy's credit card
had a bunch of charges

at parking meters near Pier 9.

Okay. I will call
the Port Police and have
them meet you there.

Let's go.

(Lopez sighs)

Detective Lopez.

I hope you and Wesley
had a lovely date night.

It was great. Thank you.

Let's dig in, shall we?

Mid-Wilshire station logs
shows your husband

visited a suspect in custody
by the name of Aiden Merritt.

If that's what's in the logs.

What's not in the logs
is the fact that the next day,

Merritt was found dead
in his cell at the Twin Towers.

He'd been shanked
by a fellow inmate.

Were you aware that your husband

represented this inmate
that killed Merritt?

I don't keep tabs
on my husband's clients.

I'd keep a close eye
on him if I were you.

I don't have to. I trust him.

Here's the thing,

Merritt's killer is prepared
to testify

that Wesley paid him
to commit the murder.

-(Lopez): That didn't happen.
-How can you be certain?

Maybe you don't know
your husband as well as--

I know my husband
is not a killer. Elijah is.

Let me tell you what
it looks like to me.

It looks like your husband tried
to coerce Merritt

into pointing the finger
at my client,

and when he refused,
your husband had him killed.

I've dealt with a lot
of shady lawyers in my day,

-but you are next level.
-Please. The personal attacks

-are so unprofessional.
-Unprofessional?

You're paying one of Wesley's
clients to give false testimony.

I did nothing of the sort.

Then Elijah did.
It doesn't matter.

What matters is what
a jury will believe.

And the slipshod way
you ran this investigation

has provided ample
reasonable doubt.

Honestly, if Elijah goes free,

it will not be because of me,
it'll be because of you.

Okay. Let's just
take a break here, hmm?

-Let's.
-Great idea.

You and I should talk.

I get what you were trying
to do in there,

and that was clever, but the
fact of the matter is,

we caught your client
in a warehouse filled
with illegal narcotics.

My client was just as shocked
as the LAPD.

Elijah Stone is an upstanding
member of his community.

The only crime here
is that one of the people

he took under his wing
betrayed his trust,

exploiting my client's goodwill

to further their
own criminal endeavors.

Do you really expect anyone
to believe that Elijah Stone

was oblivious to a massive
drug-smuggling operation

going on right under his nose?

-It won't matter.
-Okay. We'll see about that.

(tense music)

Honestly...

the optics of your case
are a hot mess.

If you take this to trial,

I will drag the LAPD
and the DA's office

through five miles of mud.

You and your boss will be
lucky to survive the scandal
with your jobs.

So...

Do yourself a favor.

Walk away while
you still can.

(door closes)

(Lucy): Hey. Hi.

What the hell
is going on with Tim?

Well, he lost his radio.

I will give you his radio

if you tell me
what's bothering him.

Honestly, I don't know.
He won't tell me either.

-What?
-Yeah.

Ready to roll?

Mm-hmm.

Hi. Good morning.

Morning.

-Still missing your radio?
-No. It's in the shop.

(dispatch): 7-Adam-100,
officers on event.

7-99 are calling
for a supervisor.

(rhythmic music)

-(walkie-talkie chirps)
-Copy. Show me en route.

Where is your standard issue?

This is it.

That hasn't been standard
since the '60s.

Let's roll, Thorsen.

Well, wait. Let me get
a photo of you with it first.

(window whirring)

-(walkie-talkie chirps)
-(over radio): 7-Adam-100,

can I get
a radio check, please?

7-Adam-100, do you copy?

(engine revving)

(dramatic music)

(tires screeching)

Where's the guard?

(Nolan): Harper said
he'd meet us here.

God, this place is massive.
I mean, Harris
could be anywhere.

Or he could be
casting off right now.

(metal rattles, chain clangs)

(Lind grunts)
Let's split up. Go that way.

(♪♪)

(Wesley): I was a different
person back then.

I was trying to follow
in my father's footsteps,

the white-shoe law firm,
events at the country club,

Christmas in Mustique.

(sighs)
And I was miserable.

This wasn't about
Monica or her co-worker.

It was a selfish and stupid way

to blow up a life
that was making me unhappy.

But I would never
cheat on you.

I know, 'cause you're
afraid of me.

Because I'm in love with you.

(knock on door)

(Del Monte): Hey. Uh...

we're dropping the case
against Elijah.

-What?
-You can't be serious.

I'm afraid I am.
There's just too much risk

in trying to take
this thing to trial.

(Wesley): I put my family
in danger going after this guy.

Look, I get it's upsetting,
but we're just

playing the hand
that you dealt us.

So you're just gonna
let him walk?

It became clear
after these depositions

that this case is a loser.

Look, take a few days, you know,
get your head on right.

We'll talk about
what's next for you here.

(dramatic music)

(exhales deeply)

(door closes)

Winslow!

(music builds)

(Nolan): Police!
Show us your hands!

(gunshots)

(♪♪)

7-Adam-15. Shots fired
at 221 Whaling Way.

(Nolan over radio): Suspect
is fugitive Winslow Harris,

Latino male, black shirt,
dark jeans.

Armed with a handgun.
Requesting airship and backup.

You got no move here, Winslow!
It's over!

-(Nolan): You okay?
-(Celina): I'm good.

Move. Move.

(suspenseful music)

(Lind): You're finally gonna
pay for what you did.

You could just walk away.

(Lind): That the deal
you gave Macy Tomkins?

(sighs)

(Winslow): That wasn't
supposed to happen.

She wasn't supposed
to find out! We were happy!

Tell it to her family.

Tell it to the family
of my partner
and the people who loved him.

(Winslow): You won't believe me,
but I'm-a tell you this anyway.

The night at that deal...

the gun went off. It just...

It went off in my hand.

I didn't know he was a cop!

(Lind): None of that
matters now.

(♪♪)

There are no second chances,
are there?

Not for you.

But I'm living one right now.

(Nolan): Drop the gun.
Do it now.

(gun clatters)

(soft music)

-(groans)
-You're under arrest

for the murders
of Macy Tomkins

and Robert Buckley.

(handcuffs click)

(exhales deeply)

So, how'd the debrief go?

To be honest, I checked out
after the words "Winslow Harris"

and "consecutive
life sentences."

I can't tell you
what it means to me,

knowing his killer
is behind bars,

what it means to finally
have answers

about those last moments.
Thank you.

Oh, it was our pleasure.

Hey, happy Halloween.

You got any plans tonight?
Or should I just assume

you're gonna be inside,
hiding with the lights out?

I don't hide. I leave a bowl
of candy on the porch.

-Oh.
-Hey.

Um...

Here.

I thought torturing you
would be more fun,

and getting your mind off of
whatever's been bothering you.

But I should know better

than trying to get into
your personal business.

Good night.

(Tim): Good night.

Ashley and I, uh, broke up.

Well, I guess technically,
she broke up with me.

I'm sorry.

Thanks.

Look, and just so you know,
I-I did appreciate

your whole radio gag...
a little.

It took my mind off things.

Well, good.

Lucy. Ready to go?

Uh, yeah.
Uh, do you want to join us?

We're gonna go grab
a bite to eat.

Oh, no, no. I'm good.
I'm g-- I'm-I'm beat.

(chuckles)
You two have fun.

Mediterranean sound good?

Yeah. That sounds great.

(♪♪)

(children shouting
"Trick or treat" in distance)

Sweetie, I know
that trick-or-treating

with your parents isn't cool,

but I happen to think
that our outfits are amazing.

They are. And I'm actually
having fun with you guys.

Are you, now?
(chuckles)

Oh, my God.

Someone TP'ed Jenny's house!

(children): Trick-or-treat!

Constructive, huh?

(sucks teeth)
Trick or treat.

(chuckles)

Bye! Happy Halloween!

(girl): What'd you get?

You just have to admit
I wear it better.

Yeah, you wear everything
better. No one's arguing that.

I didn't agree to compete
over this.

(knock on door)

(Baily and Nolan): Hey!

Happy Halloween!

Oh, that is a brilliant costume,
young man.

You too, slightly older man.
I don't see many Philly fans

this side of the, uh, Rockies.

-You from there?
-(Nolan): Uh, Foxburg, actually.

Just moved here a few years ago.

God, you look remarkably
like that fella from CNN.

-What's his name?
-Jake Tapper.

(Nolan): No, that's not it.

Yeah, it is. Here.
You guys want some candy?

-Thank the nice people.
-Thank you.

Roger that.
Have a great night.

-See you, guys!
-You too!

(Celina): Hey, yo, hey, yo. Hey!

Can I, uh, sleep over again?

I don't know that
that's a great idea.

Didn't you say quality sleep

is important
for good police work?

(Nolan): Yeah, but I don't
sound like that, do I?

And you want your rookie
to do good police work.

-(Nolan): Obviously.
-Great. Come on in.

You can sleep here tonight.
I will get the chamomile.

Okay. But this is the last time.

-Mm-hmm.
-And didn't we agree

that valerian root
was better for sleep?

Chamomile is easier
on the stomach.

Where did you hear that?

(exhales deeply)

(door opens)

(suspenseful music)

Wesley Evers, attorney at law.

I told you.

I always win.

Oh, you really think
this is over?

(Elijah): Are you kidding?

You messed up my case so bad

that no one's gonna want
to touch me.

I figure I got a two-year
free pass.

You know, coming after me
before then would be unseemly,

given how compromised
you and your LAPD buddies look.

I wouldn't count on that.

Well, I think
I'm pretty untouchable.

I have some business
to take care of, but, uh...

I'll be seeing you, Counselor.

(engine starts)

(♪♪)