All language subtitles for The Rookie_S05E07_Crossfire.English (CC)

(dog barking,
train whistle blowing)

(police radio chatter)

(engine revs)

(siren chirps)

(vehicle doors open, close)

I have so many questions,
I don't know where to start.

So I'll open with...

"Where you headed?"

To the bar on the corner.

I'm taking my brother
for one last drink.

(Celina): I'm sorry
for your loss.

As am I. But y-you can't
just be transporting a...

There is a body in there?

Yes, sir. My brother Kenny.

Uh, who knows the next time
I'll see him, if ever.

If you know what I mean.

Yeah. No, actually,

I don't know what
you're talking-- I'm sorry.

Could you open
the lid for us, please?

(Dirk): Yeah.

- Oh.
- We there yet?

(mid-tempo music plays)

-Your brother's not dead.
-No, sir.

(Nolan): So why
is he in a coffin?

(Kenny): Oh, we just found it
on the side of the road

a ways back. Pretty cool, right?

(Celina): Okay, but you said
it was the last drink

and you'll never see him again.

Yeah, well, he's moving
to the Valley tomorrow.

-So who knows?
-(Nolan): I just...

It's right behind my eyes.

It's like a hot knife.

(♪♪)

(conversing indistinctly)

(Harper): Alright, so,
what do we have?

Ji-hoon Kim, 49,

liquor-store owner.
Two gunshots to the head.

Also has a fractured jaw
and bloodied ear.

There were broken
bottles inside.

He fought off a robber?

Or tried to. Looks like
he tried to make a run for it.

Anyone see anything?

(Jan): Hey, Detectives.
A C.I. of mine says Double R

did it because our victim
wouldn't pay up.

-Double R?
-Some new girl gang.

(Lopez): I'm sorry, did he just
act like girls aren't dangerous?

Yes, he did. In front of two
of the most dangerous women

who have ever walked this earth.

Who could have you assigned
to traffic control

on the surface of the sun.

(Dispatch): Officer Jan,
we need you inside.

Uh, yeah, copy that.
I'm on my way.

Oh, yeah. Yeah. You better run.

(Lopez chuckles)

(soft new age music plays)

(Nolan): Good morn...

(whispering): Oh. Good morning.

Sorry. Ignore me.
Please continue.

(Bailey): We need to talk.

(Nolan): That's never a good

start to a conversation.

So, I've been speaking
with Celina.

Oh! I just discovered
a worse one.

(Bailey): The energy
in your house is off.

-Our house.
-That's really sweet,

but not the point.

Okay. I'm excited to hear
what the point is.

(Bailey): Ever since
the engagement,
whenever I'm here,

I feel off center,
if that makes any sense.

But I couldn't
put my finger on it.

But after talking
to Celina, we realized

that the wallpaper
color in the bedroom

doesn't line up with
your astrological sign

and the couch fabric
is completely counter

to your birth element.

Okay, see, the plan was for you
to rub off on Celina,

not the other way around.

-What about the blocked energy?
-Oh, don't you worry.

I'll talk to Celina today
all about that blocked energy.

Bye! Love you.

(Tim): Okay. That's it.
Be safe out there.

But before you leave,
one more thing,

what you've all
been waiting for.

So, I'll make this quick.
Pay raises from the last

union negotiation
have gone into effect.

-(officer 1): Yeah.
-(officer 2): Yay.

(applause)

Check your pay stubs,
and we'll see what--

You're interrupting a briefing.

Are you Sergeant Wade Grey?

-No.
-That'd be me.

(server): You've been served.

(suspenseful music plays)

(Grey): "Elijah Stone
vs. The City of Los Angeles,

LAPD, Wade Grey,

Wesley Evers, and Angela Lopez."

A civil suit
and a Pitchess motion.

Alright. Briefing's over.

(Celina): What's a Pitchess
motion?

It's a request to see
a cop's personnel file.

Everything, IA complaints,
even the bogus ones.

It's a great way to,
uh, block energy.

Why don't you go
set up the shop.
I'll meet you out there.

(Lopez): Hey, union rep.
Anything you can do to help?

Not much I can do
about the lawsuit.

As far as
the Pitchess motion goes,

I can call the City Attorney's
office right now

and make sure they're
following POBR on that.

Thanks.

I've been hit with
20 Pitchess motions

and never had a judge grant one.

Yeah, but if it is granted,
Elijah can use it to support

his claims of,
"violation of civil rights,

false arrest by a peace officer
with a warrant,

racial profiling,
civil conspiracy."

This is unbelievable.
(scoffs)

I mean, the guy
is a major drug trafficker.

(Lopez): If he thinks he can
sue a defense attorney

turned prosecutor and win,
he doesn't know how badass

my husband is in the courtroom.

Damn straight.

Uh, you want to take a minute,

or should we ask about Chen?

What about Chen?
(telephone rings)

(Harper): We caught
a D.B. this morning,

a shopkeeper who refused
to pay protection money

to a street gang
called Double R.

Rowena Razors
out of Rowena Gardens?

(Lopez): Gang task force doesn't
have much on them

except their leader,
Shana Quelli.

She was released from Valley
State Prison three months ago.

She's been extorting
store owners on her turf.

(Harper): Our victim took
a stand, and the Razors

made an example out of him.

Harper and Lopez need you
to infiltrate the gang

to get some evidence,
murder weapon.

A confession would be best.

Uh...
(scoffs)

They're not gonna
let me anywhere near them.

You're U.C. now, right?

Gaining access and building
trust is the name of the game.

(dramatic music)

You got it. I'll figure it out.

-(vehicle doors close)
-(Tim): Hello, ma'am.

We had a noise complaint.
Yelling. Everything okay?

I was just arguing with my son.
Ain't no need for the police.

Okay, so what's
the problem, ma'am?

-My son, Tabin.
-(Aaron): Mm-hmm.

He won't listen.

He cuts school.
He won't pick up after himself.

And the mouth on that boy.

-And how old's your son?
-15.

-He threaten you?
-He knows he better not!

Okay. Any drugs, weapons,
other criminal behavior?

(woman): Tabin? Absolutely not.
I see him drifting.

He's running the streets
instead of doing schoolwork.

Told him he's gonna end up
like his sister.

I already lost one child.

-I'm not gonna lose another.
-And let me guess,

he didn't wanna hear that, huh?

He says I don't know
what I'm talking about.

Starts yelling
and-and slamming doors.

I told him, "You break my house,
Ima break your head."

Okay. Well, we can't arrest him
if he hasn't committed a crime.

Ain't nobody asking you
to do all that.

You can't talk to him,
put the fear of Jesus in him,

help keep him out of trouble?
I pay your salaries.

You know what?
We should defund y'all ass.

Look, um, I-I'll talk to him,
okay? Is he inside?

Mm-hmm.

(police radio chatter,
siren wailing)

She did not call
the cops on me. Ma!

Hey, hold on.
It's-It's alright.

Tabin, right?
Officer Thorsen. Call me Aaron.

She's crazy, okay?

Your mom didn't call us, okay?
But she is worried about you.

What am I supposed to do?
Stay cooped up in here?

I-I want to live my life.

Right, and she wants you
to live a long

and good life, too. All moms do.

You know, it's just, sometimes,
they can trip about everything.

Listen. I know
how you feel, okay?

My mom,
she's a piece of work, too.

Sometimes I feel like she's
the kid and I'm the adult.

-Yeah. Yeah. You know.
-Right. But you still

got to show her respect, okay?
No matter how angry you get.

When I was your age,
I was angry, too.

Listen to her, right?
If you get upset or whatever,

just take a beat
before answering.

I mean, she changed
your diapers, man, okay?

You owe her that.

I hear you.

Anything else bothering you?

-Kids at school?
-Nah.

-You use?
-No, sir.

(Tim): Good. Any gangs
pressuring you to join?

No, no.

(Aaron): Here's my card,
alright? It's got my cell on it.

Anything stresses you out,
you give me a call, okay?

But no more slamming
these doors. You feel me?

-Yes, sir.
-Alright.

(Nolan): Yeah, as their
union rep,

I just wanted to touch base.

Thank you very much
for your time.

What'd they say about
the Pitchess motion?

That Lopez's and Wesley's
marriage

is going to complicate things.

Elijah's gonna try
to prove prejudice.

-He may actually have a case.
-Yeah, that's not good.

No, that's not good at all.

Uh, now, what was Bailey
talking to you about,

uh, our house's energy
being blocked?

Okay, look,
she came to me for advice.

And you suggested redecorating?

(chuckles)
Okay, look, it's more than that.

It's about having your home's
energy line up

as you build a home together.

It's that couch.
She hates the couch.

Definitely the couch.
It's like a positive-energy

black hole. I'd start there.

"Start"?

(barista): Enjoy.
Have a great day.

Thank you.

Double latte, cranberry scone?

(sighs)
You know me well.

(Elijah): Damn.
He's taking the last one?

(hip-hop music plays)

Hello, Wesley.

Elijah. What, you following me?

No, I heard you come
here every morning.

Well, the best scone in town.

(Elijah): You know, I never
would have guessed

from your sad, little office
or that beater that you drive

that you're old-money rich.

What's it like having
generational wealth?

(Wesley): I don't care
about money.

I care about justice,
the rule of law.

Spoken like someone
with a ton of money.

-Hmm.
-(Elijah): Well, don't worry.

I'll be relieving you
of your burden.

It's been nice,
but you need to leave.

Your lawsuit's malicious.

(suspenseful music)

I'm not leaving.
This is my spot.

Well, not anymore.

Given the fact that you
planted evidence on me,

are married
to a police detective,

and have the full force
of the D.A.'s office behind you,

it's easy to see how
you kept your job.

My only choice was to file
a restraining order against you.

The judge granted it.

This gentleman here
just served you.

I'mma be here every day,
which means you'd better not be.

Wesley.

Take the scone.
That's all you're gonna get.

(wrapper crinkling)

(cellphone chimes)

It's that kid Tabin.

(police radio chatter)

"Took a beat like you said.

Now Mom has me grocery shopping.
Thanks a lot." Smile emoji.

(keypad clicking)
"What time's dinner?"

(cellphone chimes)
I think that kid's

gonna be alright.

Be careful.

Puppies are a lot of work.

(EDM music)

What?

You just got a puppy.

Meaning I'm blurring the lines?

Meaning protect
your personal space.

Lucy got a puppy
over a year ago.

Now she's living with her.

I mean, as long
as his mom's a good cook.

(Lucy): Oh, hey. I ran a record
management search

on the Rowena Razors.

Here is everything
from the gang task force.

They are playing catch-up.

I -- This doesn't make sense.

I mean, criminal history,
arrest reports.

These girls are heavy hitters.

They've all done time
for meth trafficking,

attempted murder, manslaughter.

Why is the current
intel so light?

Well, you said it. Girls.

Everyone dismisses female gangs

as some sort of
throwback curiosity,

like the Pink Ladies.

And if they do
take them seriously,

they are written off
as drug mules or prostitutes,

not the ones who are actually
calling the shots.

This is what I was trying
to say earlier.

It's gonna be tough to get in.
They'll be a tight-knit group,

you know?
Suspicious of outsiders.

Yeah. No doubt.
But don't make the same mistake

that men do and write them off
as just little girls.

They're a real threat.

Well, so am I.

(chuckles)

(Nolan): Remember,
those stop signs

are there for a reason.
Drive safe.

(police radio chatter)

(sighs)
You know,

here's what's concerning me.

-About what?
-Bailey.

She's feeling off-center
ever since she proposed.

It's not you.
It's the energy in your house.

Let's just say,
for the sake of argument,
it's not about the couch.

-Mm-hmm.
-I just don't like

that she doesn't feel
comfortable in our home.

-Gun!
-(gunshots)

Police! Drop the gun!

(Celina): 7-Adam-15.

Shots fired at our location.

-I need assistance.
-Check on the victim.

(dramatic music)

(suspenseful music)

(dog whining)

Good boy.

Police. I know you're in there.
Throw the gun out.

Now step out nice and slow.

Keep your hands
where I can see them.

(hinges creak)

Turn around.
Hands on your head.

Step towards me. Right there.

-(handcuffs click)
-Alright.

Nice dog.

Code 4. Suspect in custody.

(tires screech)

(police radio chatter)

He got what he deserved.

I'm sure you feel that way,
but no one deserves that.

-He's dead.
-(Nolan sighs)

Yeah, well,
bullets will do that.

No, I mean, like,
he's a corpse.

Skin's cold and pale.

The vessels in his eyes
are trucking.

I mean, I'd say he's been dead
for at least an hour

before she shot him.

Why would she shoot someone
who's already dead?

(sirens wailing)

(Nolan): Hey, you'll see
that little trailer halfway down

on the left. That's where
I found her hiding.

Hello, sir.
Our victim is Alvin Mitchelssen.

He's an M.D.

He was working at a urgent
care center in Woodland Hills.

-This his residence?
-(Celina): Yes, sir.

-Any family?
-Uh, he's got a wife

we're trying to get ahold of.
She hasn't picked up yet.

(Celina): I had realized
there was no blood

coming out of the bullet holes,
which was weird.

But then I saw blood
pooling on the seat,

and that's when I realized
he was already dead.

(Nolan): The M.E. found
a stab wound on his lower back.

They figure that's the likely
cause of death.

(Celina): There was no blood
leading to the car.

So we figure he was stabbed
as he was entering the vehicle,

but he was losing blood
so quickly,

he passed out before he was able
to drive himself to a hospital.

Um... Good work, both of you.

-(scoffs)
-This guy must've been

a piece of work for two people
to set out to kill him
on the same day.

Uh, sir, would you mind
if Juarez and I

continued working this case?

I know you have your hands full
with the Elijah Stone stuff.

(sighs)
I appreciate that.

Okay. You two work this.

Just keep me in the loop
with any developments.

-Yes, sir.
-Head back. Talk to the shooter.

If we can figure out
why she wanted him dead,

maybe we can determine
why someone else

would want him dead, too.

Got it. Um...

What am I charging her with?

Um, desecration
of a human corpse?

Right. But if she didn't
know it was a corpse...

-Then it'd be attempted murder.
-But--

But without a victim... Alright.
Give me a second.

Bradford, we have a suspect
who fired

into an already
expired individual.

(Tim over radio): Ooh,
that's a tough one.

Could be murder one,
but maybe

just discharging a firearm.

They either get
a trial or a ticket.

-Thanks for nothing.
-(Nolan): Uh, you know what?

I'll just call the D.A.'s office
when I get back.

I'm sure they've done this
a hundred times.

May...

Probably not a hundred.
That doesn't seem very...

Yeah.

(Lucy): I could pose as a store
owner, get them for extortion.

No. We need them
for the murder. Keep looking.

(conversing indistinctly)

-Oh.
-What is it?

One of the Razors, Vina Cordon.

There was a 4-15
called at her house today,

and Tim and Aaron took it.

Hey, you guys caught
a 4-15 this morning?

-Yeah. It was cute.
-(trunk closes)

-Cute?
-All puppies are cute.

(scoffs)
Until they borrow

your earrings and they lose one.

Yeah, the mom asked us
to talk to her 15-year-old son.

He's a good kid.

Aaron's protégé has been
texting him nonstop.

"Who should I take to prom?
What's good on Hulu?"

Did the mom mention a daughter?

(Aaron): Yeah, she said
she lost one.

Didn't want her son to end up
the same way,

and I thought she meant,
like, OD or something.

No. Uh, Vina Cordon.
She runs with the Rowena Razors.

-R-2.
-We want to put Lucy under,

but we can't find an in.
Your kid might be our ticket.

If your puppy vouches
for her, it can go a long way.

(Tim): I don't know.
Having a kid

act as a C.I.
on his own sister?

I mean, they might
not even be in touch.

(Harper): She doesn't have
any violent priors,

but we like the gang leader
for doing our shop owner.

Okay, so you're not going
after the sister.

The kid's a minor. We're gonna
need the mom's permission.

No, I-I'm not feeling that.

Why would we put him
in this situation?

(Lucy): I get it.
But it's one intro.

(Lopez): It's not like
it's a buy or anything.

Yeah, but it opens the door.
Isn't there another way?

-There really isn't.
-(Tim): Alright, look,

how about we keep an eye
on the kid ourselves,

make sure he's safe?

(Lucy): If we don't do this,
we risk letting a suspect

get away with murder.

Understood. Sure.
Whatever you need.

Great. We'll set it up.

Well, do you want to tell us
why you shot Alvin Mitchelssen?

A few years ago, my dad
hurt his back at work.

And Dr. Mitchelssen gave him
opioids for the pain.

And he just kept...
upping the dosage.

And I went and I told him,

"My dad is abusing the pills.
He needs help."

And Dr. Mitchelssen
just ignored me.

(inhales deeply)

My dad OD'd
three months ago,

and he would still be
around today

if it wasn't for that monster.

Well, did you report him
to the medical board?

I did everything
that you were supposed to do,

and no one cared.

I wasn't gonna just let him
kill my father.

He had to pay.
And that is why I killed him.

And I am ready for whatever
consequences that may bring.

Well, Abby, I've got some
good news for you,

and I've got some
good news for you.

Dr. Mitchelssen was already dead
when you shot him this morning.

(gasps)

Uh, I don't understand.
(sighs)

So I'm-I'm not being
arrested for murder?

No. We will be charging you
with vandalism,

discharging a firearm in public,
and mutilation of a corpse.

So I'm not gonna be spending
the rest of my life in prison?

No. After we process you,
you'll be free to go,

and someone will explain to you
how you can get your gun back.

Keep it.
(sniffles)

Having it in the house
in the first place

is what got me here.

(chuckling, crying)

(Tim): Look,
it's a big decision. You know,

we don't usually involve minors,
but it's the only way.

I knew this Shana girl
was nasty.

I told Vina, "Stay away
from her." Is it dangerous?

It's just an introduction.

One meeting. But we'll be
set up on surveillance.

-You'll be there?
-Yes, ma'am.

And what do you think?
Is this a good idea?

I think it's our best bet
to get Shana off of the streets.

That's not what I asked.
Do you think he should do it?

(inhales deeply)

Yes.

(suspenseful music)

If we can get Vina
away from Shana, then...

maybe she'll come back home.

I hope so, baby.

Alright. I'll do it.
Do I get a gun?

-No.
-Do I at least

get to wear a wire?

No.

You guys are real cops, right?

(rhythmic music)

(door opens)

Thank you for coming in.
We just had a few questions.

-Would you like to sit?
-Yeah.

First, uh, may I say
how sorry we are

for the loss of your husband.

Oh. Thank you.
I-I'm still in shock.

(Celina): I can only imagine.

When was the last time
you spoke with Alvin?

This morning.
I had a conference downtown,

so I left before him,
which is unusual.

He's usually out the door first.

Can you think of anyone

who would want
to harm your husband?

I don't understand.

What do you mean,
harm my husband?

W-Well, he was stabbed.

Right before he was shot.

Somebody stabbed him,
then shot him?

Two people, we think.

-At the same time?
-No.

So two different people
killed my husband?

No, technically, just one.

(Wendy): None of this
makes sense. He's a doctor.

He-He dedicated his life
to helping people.

I-I knew he had heart problems.

That's what I thought you were
gonna tell me killed him.

I-I don't understand
why someone would want him dead.

So there's nothing
you could think of that
could lead to this?

I mean, no arguments
with co-workers, patients?

All his patients loved him.

Well, thank you very much
again for coming in.

And we are so sorry
for your loss.

-(door closes)
-Uh, Rich, would you show

Mrs. Mitchelssen back
to the front desk?

If we have any more questions,
we'll be in touch.

Uh, please... find whoever
did this to my husband.

Of course.

(exhales deeply)

Sounds like she didn't
really know her husband.

Or he's a really good liar.

(hip-hop music)

(camera shutter clicking)

Yeah, that's the sister, Vina.

(Lopez): I have Shana,
the shooter.

(Tim over radio):
Copy. Lucy, you're up.

(engine revving)

(camera shutter clicks)

(engine revving)

(woman): Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

(tires screeching)

(dog barking in distance)

(conversing indistinctly)

(sucks teeth)
Yo. You didn't invite me?

(Shana): What you want?

-You Vina?
-Who are you?

UPS.

I got a special
delivery for you.

What the hell you doing
with my brother?

Get over there.

(suspenseful music)

(hip-hop music plays)

(suspenseful music)

(Lucy): Put that gun away.
Is that how you're gonna

thank me for saving
your brother from the cops?

-You a'ight?
-Yeah.

Man, you're wearing
some dumb genes in your family.

-(chuckling)
-Got some nerve

-to be talking like that.
-Okay. Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Look, cops saw me boost a six.

-They chase you?
-Two blocks.

They would have caught him
if I didn't stop
and let him in my ride.

That's the last time
I help a kid in need.

(suspenseful music stops)

Can't blame her.

You rolling up
on a house like that.

Could've been a drive-by.

Yeah. Well, I like to make
an entrance.

And exit, too.

(vehicle door closes)

Stay good, little man. Peace.

Yo, chica.

-Mm-hmm.
-Chill. Grab a drink.

Alright.

(Bailey): Promise me
you're not gonna freak out.

I never freak out.
I'm a very calm person.

Don't even wo-- Whoa.

(telephone rings)

This...

This is so... much.
Are we-- Are you--

Are we redecorating
the entire house?

You said you weren't
gonna freak out.

Listen, there are just
some samples I wanted

to look at together.

Okay, can we just talk about

why you're not comfortable
at home?

I mean, this morning, you said
you've been feeling off-center.

I think we should try
to figure out why.

I want you to be
happy everywhere.

-I am.
-Not entirely, though.

You know this has nothing
to do with you. I'm just weird.

Okay, well, maybe it doesn't
have anything to do with me,

and maybe it has something
to do with the house after all.

What do you mean?

There's nothing of yours there.
It's all my stuff.

Today we'll go get
some of your things,

bring it over to the house,
and then it'll be our place.

-Thank you.
-Oh, come on.

I'm sorry I didn't
think of it sooner.

You know, there is this
one lounge chair

that I love
and I've been missing.

And every time you sit in it,
it feels like it's hugging you.

See? A hugging chair.

That sounds like
a wonderful addition.

-(door opens)
-Oh, hey. Hey, girl.

-How you doing?
-Hi.

Yeah. Oh, this is nice. Ooh.

A-An investigation
had been launched

by the Medical Board
of California.

Dr. Mitchelssen
was racking up complaints,

mainly about
over-prescribing opioids.

He had all of his scripts
filled at just one pharmacy,

-deep in the Valley.
-That's not suspicious at all.

-(Celina): Mm-hmm.
-Alright. Back to business.

Um, unless you two want
to handle the pharmacy,

and I'll get the chair?

(laughing)
No, no. Go, go, go.

Don't worry about the chair.

(cellphone vibrating)

-(cellphone clicks)
-What's up?

I got news.
Elijah's Pitchess motion failed.

He won't be able to get
his hands on all the B.S.

IA complaints in your file.

-But?
-But he decided to file his own.

Against me? On what grounds?

He claims you kicked him
in the nuts

and slapped him around,

pulled his hair,
body-slammed him.

(Lopez): Never happened,
although now

-I'm regretting my restraint.
-(Grey): I know. Hey,

it's his word against yours.
He won't win.

We thought he'd spent
a lifetime in prison.

Now he's walking free.
Don't underestimate him.

(cellphone clicks)

Listen, don't let Elijah Stone
get to you.

You got this.

(hip-hop music plays)

(Shana): You know, we keep it
cool like that. You want a beer?

Yeah.

(bottles clink)

-(Lucy): Appreciate it.
(Shana): You from L.A.?

Phoenix. My cellie
at Valley State lives here,

so I'm crashing on her couch.

You were at Valley?

10 months.

I did 24. Who's your cellie?

(suspenseful music)

Shawty Ross.

I know Shawty. You were cellies?

(Vina): Hmm.

That says something.

-Tell her I said what up.
-For sure.

Shawty's a C.I.
on D.O.J.'s payroll.

She'll confirm Lucy's cover.

(Aaron): Okay. Good.
We should pull Tabin out now.

-No, he's fine.
-Sir, no, it's not.

You are endangering this kid
all because it's good
for Lucy's career.

Excuse me?

(Lucy over radio): ...time,
walk out a free woman.

I'm sorry.

(Shana): Ain't no surprise.
Shawty don't play.

-I shouldn't have said anything.
-(Vina): No, she don't.

(Lucy): So, what game
you guys run? Cars?

Vike, goodfella, monkey?
What's the deal?

-Drugs bring too much attention.
-(men arguing)

-We stick to the shadows.
-Yeah, let's just say

-we in the security business.
-(shouting indistinctly)

(dramatic music plays)

Hey!

(shouting indistinctly)

(blows landing)

Oh, yeah. You see it, huh?
You see it?

Put that away.

(murmuring)

-Are you good?
-Yeah, I'm good.

Good? You just
got your ass beat.

(Vina): Hell yeah,
he got his ass whupped.

Hey, look, take this. Settle up
with him later. Come on.

(suspenseful music plays)

Nah. I'm-I'm good.

Boy can't even hold a gun.
Scared of a gun!

-(laughs)
-(Tabin): "Nah. I'm good."

(women laugh)

(Harper): Alright. She's in.
Let's peel off.

-(engine starts)
-Roger.

(distant dog barking)

(soft music)

(suspenseful music)

Come on.

(Aaron): Look, it may feel
like a big deal now,

but things like this always
blow over, okay?
People will forget.

-You're just saying that.
-(Aaron): Nah, it's true, man.

Y'know how many times
I been beat up?

-Is that why you're so ugly?
-Wow. Okay.

(Althea): Get away from me!
Don't touch me!

Where's my son?! Where--

(sighs)
I knew I shouldn't have
allowed this.

You said it wasn't dangerous.

It was just a little dust-up
with another teen.

You call this a dust-up?
Well, I call it a screw-up.

And what about Vina?
You put her in danger, too?

Maybe I should tell her
what's going on.

Ma'am, you can't do that.

You expose that we have
an officer undercover,

it'll jeopardize
their life and your son's.

(Aaron): He's right.
As soon as Tabin

made his introduction,
I should've pulled him
out immediately.

My son's done playing
cops and robbers. You hear?

Yes, ma'am.

Come on, baby.

(Celina): With all those
prescriptions Dr. Mitchelssen
was writing,

I mean, you'd think
this pharmacy would be
a little busier.

(police radio chatter)

(suspenseful music)

(distant siren wailing)

(Nolan): Well, that's why
they don't look busy.

They're shipping in bulk.

(engine starts)

(siren chirping)

(Nolan): License
and registration, please.

Uh, did I do something
wrong, Officer?

We'll get to that.

(chuckling)
Alright.

You mind telling me
what's in the van?

Just, uh, making
some deliveries.

Show me.

Ta-da! Haha...
Just some boxes.

Why don't we open 'em up
and take a look?

Uh... I don't think
I have to do that. Do I?

Normally... no.

You wouldn't have to show me
what's in the boxes.

But, the fact is, your pupils
are the size of pinholes,

and you can't seem to stop
licking your lips,

which makes me believe you're
driving under the influence.

Now I can see
what's in the boxes.

The law is so confusing.
(chuckles nervously)

Not if you don't break it.
Step back.

Did you know it's illegal
to possess prescription drugs

assigned to anyone else?
"Janet Wilson."

I'm guessing that's not you.

-That's my nana.
-(Celina): Mm.

I'm her caregiver.

Mm. "Thomas Jeffries."

Poor Thomas. He's having
such a tough time.

Hands behind your back.

(handcuffs clicking)

What do you know about
Alvin Mitchelssen?

-Never heard of him.
-Dr. Alvin Mitchelssen?

Look, we've got a dead doctor
writing prescriptions

getting filled out
at that pharmacy.

And here you are, picking up
those very same scripts.

Whoa. Hold on.
You're not hanging that on me.

-Then who are we hanging it on?
-Uh--

(Nolan): Look, I noticed the ink
on your hand. Rolling Seventies?

That's a tough group of guys.

I'm guessing they're gonna
sell these pills on the street.

You're just a middleman.
Tell me this, though.

Any of those guys
willing to do your time

for you if they were here?

Mm-mm.

Come on, man.
Just tell us who's in charge,

and we'll keep
your name out of it.

(sighs)

Callis Caputo, okay?
He did the doctor.

Where do we find this Callis?

This is a good party.

Except for my brother
getting his ass whupped.

Yo, my moms got him so whipped,

he ain't ever gonna
make it on these streets.

I mean, ain't that a good thing?

Maybe he'll get to live
a regular life.

-Doing what?
-Whatever he wants.

Yeah, what you know?

Don't disrespect me.

(Shana): She ain't. Sit down.

(conversing indistinctly)

I told you, you got to chill.

-'Specially after, you know.
-What happened?

-You nosy, you know that?
-Step off.

-(Lucy laughs)
-That's Shawty's girl.

We got to make a run.
Want to come?

Yeah. Soon as I finish this.

(light music playing)

(door opens, bells jingle)

I already paid you.

(crashes)

We're gonna be by
twice a week now.

-(indistinct chatter)
-I-I can't pay that.

That's what the liquor store
owner said. You heard about him?

"I can't pay."

Even when I put a gun
to his head.
He left me no choice.

(breathing shakily)
Okay.

I'll pay you whatever you want.

-You know what?
-Hey, man. He said he could pay.

Don't interrupt me
when I'm doing business.

I already told you.
Do not disrespect me.

Stop.

The liquor store was enough.

We don't need more blood.

And I told you
to get rid of that.

-It's my lucky piece.
-Get rid of it.

(clicks tongue)

See you in a few days.

The City Attorney's offering
to pay you a settlement.

You should take it.

You know, I lost everything

when I decided to help you get
your wife back from La Fiera.

You turned me into a pariah.

Now I have to start
from the bottom.

But it's all good.
I will win,

and the damages will be paid out

from everyone's
personal accounts.

Now, that may not hurt you,
Richie Rich.

But it most certainly will hurt
Nolan and Harper and Grey.

Where they gonna find a half
a million dollars each, huh?

I'll keep coming, adding more of
your little friends to my suit.

I'll take everything away
from you until you say sorry

for taking everything
away from me.

You want me to apologize?
To you?

Something along these lines.

In public.

And, Counselor,
make me believe it.

Sir, we ID'd a suspect
for our homicide.

His name is Callis Caputo.

He's a member of
the Rolling Seventies.

Yeah, he's holed up at his shop,
surrounded by his crew.

We need to be smart with how
we go about bringing him in.

This could get ugly.
They've been itching to start

trouble for weeks now. I don't
want to put a match to it.

Well, then, sir,
I think I have an idea.

(punk rock music plays)

(ringing tone)

-(cellphone ringing)
-Yeah?

You need to run.
The cops are coming for you.

-How do you know?
-They picked me up earlier.

This is my one phone call,
and I'm using it to warn
your ass. Run!

(tires screech,
siren chirping)

They're here already.

(Dan): My car's parked
behind the repair shop,

halfway down the block.
Keys are in the wheel well.

Go now.

Stall the cops.

(punk rock music)

Looking for these?

(siren chirping)

(♪♪)

-Hands.
-(handcuffs click)

Alright, come on.
Watch your head.

-(cellphone rings)
-Yeah, this is John Nolan.

You're kidding me.

Oh, my God.
You're not kidding me.

No, I-I didn't see that coming.

Alright, thank you
very much for the call.

-What was that?
-That was the coroner.

The tox report came back
on Dr. Mitchelssen.

It wasn't the shooting
that killed him,

and it wasn't
the stabbing, either.

Before all that,
he was poisoned.

That's what stopped his heart

before he bled out
after being stabbed.

Okay, so there's yet another
murderer out there?

Yeah. But not for long.

Care for a little overtime?

(distant dog barking)

(Vina): Look who it is.

(gearshift clicks)

-What's up?
-I just told Harper and Lopez

that I've made Vina
as the shooter
in the liquor store murder.

Tabin's sister?
Not the gang leader?

Look, I'm just checking up
on you after your
little ass-whuppin'.

Man, I'm good. Fine.

Alright. Look, I need you
to hold something for me.

N-No. No.

I'm sorry, Aaron.
She practically admitted

to pulling the trigger.
I'm pretty sure she's got

the murder weapon on her now.

-(Vina): Come on.
-No.

Just hold it.

Use it if you need to.

Vina?

I don't want to blow my cover.

-(engine starts)
-We got it.

-You know anything about this?
-(tires screech)

Police! Get on your knees now!

-What the hell?
-Vina, you're under arrest

for the murder of Ji-hoon Kim.

What, you called them?

No, baby, I swear I didn't!

-Get on your knees!
-Alright! Alright.

Gun!

Wait! No!

Wait! What the hell
are you doing?!

-Drop the gun.
-No, no, no.

You brought this mess
to my house!

(Aaron): Tabin,
give me the gun, man.

-Put it down!
-(Althea): You did this!

-Vina, you did this.
-(Tim): Drop the gun!

-(voices echoing)
-(Aaron): Tabin, look at me.

-(Aaron): Give me the gun.
-Put it down!

Give me the gun, man.
Give me the gun.

Give me the gun, Tabin, okay?
Just give me the gun.

Come on. Give me the gun.

(echoing stops)

You used me.

-What you mean?
-Look, I'm sorry, okay?

We just wanted you home.

(handcuffs click)

(distant dog barking)

(knock on door)

Officer Nolan. Did you find
out who killed my husband?

We did.
And we're looking at her.

What are you talking about?

It struck me as odd,

but I couldn't quite
put my finger on why.

Why you acted so surprised

when I told you your husband
was shot and stabbed,

as if you expected
something else.

(Celina):
Something like poisoning,
which would've presented

to us as a heart attack,
like you assumed.

(Nolan): And it would've worked,
had he not already been shot.

-And stabbed.
-And stabbed. Thank you.

You're welcome.

(chuckling)
That's insane.

We put a pharmacy
out of business today.

They were filling
illegal scripts.

They have you on
video surveillance

using one of Alvin's scripts

to purchase the drugs
you used to stop his heart.

(scoffs)

Did you know that
he was under investigation,

about to go to prison for being
a complete and utter idiot?

I thought I was at least owed
the life-insurance policy.

Mrs. Mitchelssen,
you're under arrest for murder.

-(scoffs)
-Officer Juarez, cuff her.

(handcuffs click)

We matched Vina's gun.

It was definitely
the murder weapon

at the liquor store killing.
So thanks for the help.

Hey, how's your puppy?

I reached out a couple of times
to see how he was doing.

And? Did he respond?

(clicks tongue)

Oh. Hey, you put a killer
in prison today.

Yeah. It's his sister.

He'll get it someday.

I hope so.

Good night.

Good night.

Hey, uh, I just wanted
to say I'm sorry

for what I said about Lucy.
That was totally out of line.

It was.

It's all good.

Look, sometimes tensions
get high,

but we get the job done.

You had my back,

the way you threw yourself
in front of Mom for me.

Oh, yeah, she was
gon' lay you out.

Come on.

(Wesley): I don't have a choice.

(Lopez): Let's fight him
in court.

You don't have to do this.

-(camera shutter clicks)
-Yes, I do.

(indistinct chatter)

(distant siren wailing)

From the heart, Counselor.

(clears throat)

(camera shutters clicking)

(suspenseful music plays)

Thank you for coming.

I'd like to apologize
to Elijah Stone

for some of my conduct
while acting

as his defense attorney.

I made statements to the LAPD

which broke
attorney-client privilege,

I misrepresented
the nature of his business,

and I cooperated
in an LAPD investigation

that involved wiretapping.

My actions have been reported
to the state bar,

and I have been reprimanded.

Mr. Stone's reputation
has been tarnished,

and for that, I am sorry.

I'm relieved that justice
has been served.

Mr. Stone deserves
a second chance...

and the full faith
of the community.

(camera shutters clicking)

Thank you. Thank you.

I accept your apology,
Mr. Evers.

I will also accept
an undisclosed settlement

from the City of Los Angeles.

I'm glad to see
our elected officials

working to right
this egregious wrong.

I hope you all have learned
your lesson

and will strive to do better.

Thank you.

(camera shutters clicking)

(sighs)

(ominous music)

(camera shutters clicking)

-(crowd shouting indistinctly)
-Smile.

(reporters clamoring)

(soft music)

-What are you smiling about?
-I did a thing.

What kind of thing?

-Close your eyes. I'll show you.
-Oh, no.

(chuckles)

Keep walking.
You trust me, right?

-(whimpers)
-Walking, we're walking,

we're walking.
And... open your eyes.

-(gasps)
-I know we said

we'd go this weekend together
and get your stuff.

I thought I'd surprise you.

Oh, thank you.

Now let's put it
back in storage.

Yeah. Whoa, what?
I got your big hug chair.

I don't want that thing
hugging me. It's hideous.

Oh, it's not... that hideous.

No, really, it is.

Especially next to
all your furniture.

You have such good taste.

Yeah, especially in fiancées.

Aww.

Well, it can go back.
But this... has to stay.

-(inhales sharply)
-I made it.

You don't say.

(chuckles)
It spent an hour

too long in the kiln.

No, no, it's perfect.

This is excellent.
It'll live right here.

-Aww.
-And he will bring us luck.

There. Now it's our home.

(earthquake rumbling)

(needle scratches,
music stops)

(shatters)

I'm sure that doesn't
mean anything.

Oh.

But you never "gnome."

(rhythmic music)

(♪♪)