All language subtitles for The Rookie_S05E08_The Collar.English (CC)

♪ Get up ♪

♪ We're getting ready to roll ♪♪

(Bailey): What about Kilimanjaro
for the honeymoon?

You mean, like, to climb?

It's more of a strenuous hike.

Is there a beach at the top?

Ooh, I don't want to lie,
but I do want you to say yes.

(Celina): Morning!

-(Nolan): Morning.
-(Bailey): Morning!

I made you coffee,
and I found your special milk.

-(Celina): Thank you.
-No, no. No more special milk.

No more extra pillows.

Hotel Nolan is
officially closed.

Two nights is more than enough.

I know. I'm back in my place
tonight, I swear.

My new mattress and white-noise
machine arrive today.

I wish I had that machine
last night.

That sound was driving me crazy.

-I didn't notice anything.
-I did.

Every time I thought
it was going to stop,

it just ramped back up again.

Was I snoring?

No. It was much softer
than that.

-Like scratching.
-Oh, probably a raccoon.

I'll check the crawl space
when I come home.

What do you know about
the history of your house?

I know what year it was built.

No, I mean, like,
has anyone died here?

My house is not haunted.

You don't know that.

The only unwanted entity
in this house,

I'm looking at right now.

(opening theme)

♪ I'm gonna win for you ♪

♪ Like I know
you want me to do ♪♪

(Wesley): Oh!
(imitates explosion)

Any chance you're gonna make it
to the pediatrician appointment
today?

I mean, if everyone just
confesses to their crimes,

sure, but I doubt it.

(Wesley):
Well, the thing is

Jack is due for
his vaccinations today,

and you're usually there
to soothe him.

He'll be fine. Just give him
Tylenol and cuddles.

I know. I just don't want him
to feel betrayed.

Like I took him to this place,
he got jabbed by needles.

Better he feels I betrayed him?

Yeah...
(chuckles)

I can see who's gonna be
the disciplinarian.

I got to go.

Bye, honey!

(children's music)

(Chris laughs)

So, uh, I've been thinking.

-Things are good between us.
-Yeah.

You know, we've been
through a lot,

and we've come through it
stronger.

-I agree.
-(chuckles)

So, uh, maybe it's time
to move in together.

(chuckles)
Maybe! Sure, I mean...

your place is kind of small,
though.

I know. But with
my new promotion,

I could maybe afford
a cardboard box

-deep in the Valley.
-Wait. You want to buy a house?

Yeah.

That's what grownups do,
right?

And I know you won't go
anywhere without Tamara.

So what if we got a place
with a converted garage?

I'll have to think about it.

-(Chris): Great!
-Let's talk tonight.

(Chris):
I'll start looking at listings.

So, I think I've proven myself,
you know,

with my contributions to cases,
and, you know,

I... I know I'm young,
but I really think

that I could really
help out around...

Hey, sir, I was wondering
if I could have a minute.

You got 20 seconds. Go.

Okay. So you remember
the diamond case, right?

It was my first case--

Look, you're not gonna get
to the point at this rate.

Okay, I want to be a detective,

and I will do anything
to make that happen.

-Is that it?
-Yes.

Alright.
Shadow Harper and Lopez today.

-Hey, Tim!
-(Tim): Yeah?

I'm reassigning Aaron for today.

Lucy, that means you're back
on gopher duty.

Okay.
(clears throat)

I could handle one day alone.

Is there some reason you two
can't ride together?

(quirky hip-hop music)

-Of course not.
-No, sir.

Good.

(Lucy): Sorry.

Um...

-I'll go get the gear.
-Okay.

Officer Thorsen
reporting for duty.

Grey just signed off on it.

Told you he would.

I didn't realize you wanted
to be a detective.

I mean, to me, it seems like
the most effective way

to make sure other people
aren't railroaded like I was.

'Cause the detective
that was assigned my case,

he dropped the ball
every step of the way.

Well, he was French.

So, what, you've never seen,
like, a bad American detective?

That's fair.

But I do have to warn you,
being a detective

is nothing like being on patrol.

The hours are brutal,

and the cases are emotionally
devastating in a way

that patrol
can't prepare you for.

-Are you sure you want this?
-Yes, I'm sure.

What do you say we start
with a test?

Oh. How about a game
of five questions?

Okay, let's go, yeah.

As a detective, you need to ask
the right questions,

so I'll send you the first
page of a case file.

You can ask us five questions
and five questions only.

So think carefully about what
you need to know to solve it.

Oh, I got this.

Alright, so the records get
dodgy, but so far,

I haven't found anyone
who's died in your house.

On your land is
a bigger question.

Okay. I appreciate
all the hard work.

I think I'm just gonna
call an exterminator.

Look, I think you need
to broaden your understanding

of what's possible.
Have you tried ayahuasca?

-(Nolan): Hmm.
-You know, it really shifts

the way you see the world.
I think it'd be good for you.

Is that the one that makes you

-vomit uncontrollably?
-It's very cleansing.

Yeah. I think I want to keep
my perception the way it is.

(indistinct radio chatter)

So...

how's single life going?

It's good.

No one to complain when
I watch football all Sunday.

You didn't leave
the house once?

I walked Kojo.

Tim, what?
(chuckles)

I spend all week outside.

No, I know, but we live
in a vibrant city.

There's always something
amazing going on.

Okay, so, don't get me wrong,
I love L.A.,

but it is not a vibrant city,
okay?

It's a loosely stitched together
patchwork of strip malls.

You're hopeless.

(phone rings)

(Chris): Hey! You busy?

Uh... no.

Where are you?

An open house!
It was on my way to work.

What do you think?
It needs some work,

but uh, it's three bedrooms.

Yeah, I... I can't
really see anything.

Can we talk later?

Okay. Love you!

Yeah.

Are you and Chris, uh,
moving in together?

-No. It's--
-I mean, he seems
to think you are.

Yeah, I mean, I don't know.

He kind of sprang it on me
this morning.

-You guys are happy, right?
-Yeah.

Those are the obvious
next steps.

Yeah, no, we're super happy.

It's... it's good.

(dispatch): 7-Adam-100,

I have an in-progress
vandalism

on West 3rd south of Olympic.

Yeah. Show us responding.

(sirens wailing)

(Krishna): No, no, no, no!
Not the Corvette!

You should've thought of that
before you flirted
with that whore!

(Krishna): Babe!
(screaming)

-(Lucy): Oh, my God.
-(Krishna): Our accountant?
She's 60!

And a stone-cold fox!

(Tim): Okay, ma'am!

-Ma'am, put down
the golf club.
-(Krishna): Oh, yeah?

(Lucy): Sir, no!
Put the golf club down!

(Krishna):
Is this what you want?

(Tim): Okay, that's it!
Enough! Weapons down!

(Uma):
Weapon? It's a golf club.

-(Tim): Now.
-(Krishna): I...

Look, officer,
this is a misunderstanding.

-Who called you?
-(Lucy): That doesn't matter.

(Uma): It was the busybody
across the street, wasn't it?

I bet she's posting
on Nextdoor!

(Krishna): Yeah, yeah, yeah,
of course, she is!

You know, what else has she
got in her sad little life?

She needs to put
down the phone and take
in her garbage bins!

(Krishna):
Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Actually, can you guys
do something about that, huh?

She just leaves them
out there for days.

(Tim):
Not our jurisdiction.

(Uma): Okay, fine.

-(Krishna): Hm. So where
do you want to go for brunch?
-(Uma): In bed.

(Krishna): Mmm. I like
the way you're thinking.

(Tim): Okay. Either of you
want to make a report

about the damage to your cars?

(sighs)
At this point,

we have the body shop
on speed dial.

(quirky hip-hop music)

(Harper): So...

have you thought of
your first question?

Yes.

I already went over
the file you gave me.

The remains were found
on the grounds

of the La Brea Tar Pits complex,

and a female guard went missing
one month prior.

Correct.

And it's always the boyfriend.

Okay, first question.

Was she seeing anyone?

Yes. And he also worked
at the museum.

-A paleontologist.
-(Aaron): Oh, okay.

So he had access to the grounds.
Interesting.

-Did he have an alibi?
-No, he did not.

Okay.

So why haven't you and Bailey
set a date?

Oh, we're enjoying
being engaged.

Hm. Have something to do
with her crazy ex?

Are they even divorced?

Uh, yeah, they have been
for a while now.

How did you even
know about that?

I mean, cops gossip.

Really? About me?
What else do they say?

Well, they don't say,
like, anything bad.

They just mention--

-(Nolan): Whoa.
-(tires screeching)

-Light it up.
-(sirens wailing)

(Nolan): Ma'am?

(tense music)

Uh, ma'am, can you turn
the engine off for me?

(Pam): I can't stop.
I have to keep driving.

-I'm sorry.
-(Nolan): Ma'am, I need you
to stop the car.

-What is that around
your neck?
-(Pam): He made me put it on.

He said to drive
or he'd kill me.

(Nolan):
Ma'am, is that a bomb?

(crying)
I have to go.

I'm sorry.
I don't want to die.

-I have to go.
-(Nolan): Ma'am?

-(Pam): No.
-(Nolan): Ma'am, no!

(tires squealing)

(dramatic music)

(tense music)

(pilot):
Air-3 is lifting off now.

ETA: five minutes from target.

You made the right call.

We have to assume
it's a real explosive.

-Coordinating with
the bomb squad now.
-Yes, sir.

-What would you like us to do?
-(Grey): Follow her,

-but stay out of radio range.
-(Nolan): Yes, sir.

If the bomb has
a remote trigger,

our radio signal
could set it off.

-(Celina): Dropping back.
-(Grey): We'll clear
the streets.

Air support's on its way.

Sir, maybe we can get a court
order for all the cell carriers.

Get phone numbers attached
to her home address.

(Grey):
It's already in process.

7-Adam-100, 2331,

-stand by for
victim information.
-Copy.

-Copy.
-Where do you want us?

(Grey):
Scout for a staging area.

Bomb squad needs
a wide-open space.

We have to limit
potential casualties.

-There's an empty lot
near Nolan's location.
-(Grey): Perfect.

I'll send backup to you now.

So, Harper, Lopez,

Nolan says
the driver's under duress.

Said she was told
to keep driving

or the bomb would detonate.

-Did he give her a destination?
-(Grey): No.

Doesn't seem to be about
a target. She's the target.

So we need to find
whatever we can on her.

Whoever chose her
did it for a reason.

We're on it.

Nolan. Bomb squad
needs to know

what they're dealing with.
Can you get a picture?

No problem. Turning off radio,
going dark.

Want you to pull up
next to that car.

-Try to stay parallel.
-The bomb car?

-Yeah.
-Okay.

-Getting closer to the bomb car.
-(engine revving)

(tires screeching)

(Nolan): Alright.

-Closer... Alright.
-(Pam cries)

Uh, it's a hinged collar

secured around her neck,

-kind of like handcuffs.
-Nolan?

With quarter-twenty tapped
standoffs at regular intervals.

-Nolan.
-The explosive is built

into the side of the unit.
Contains C-4.

It's connected with
red and green wires.

-John!
-(Nolan): Almost done.

No, we have to fall back.

I just need a better
look at the clasp.

It's... it's secured under
her chin with a pin post lock,

dual-post shackle-style
mechanism.

(tires screeching)

Did you get it?

-That was some slick driving.
-Thanks.

Okay. Hopefully,
that's all they need.

I mean, that was a pretty
precise description.

Oh, in my previous life,
I was a contractor.

I'm surprised you remember
your past lives.

-Celina.
-I'm sorry. Just kidding.

We're on our way
to the victim's house now.

I need a scrub of all
social-media posts. Thanks.

Pam's a lawyer. We should start
with her client list.

I already put in a call
to her old law firm.

She had a criminal-defence
practice,

so there's no telling
who she pissed off.

Look at you.

I mean, if I want to become
detective before I'm 30,

I got to be on my game, right?

Does that mean you've thought
of your third question?

I have. But I don't want
to just assume that

the paleontologist boyfriend
did it,

so I need a more complete
picture of the guard's life.

Does she have
a criminal record?

As a matter of fact,
she was under investigation

at the time of
her disappearance.

They suspected her of stealing
small artifacts

from the museum and selling them
on the black market.

Maybe she got greedy or
threatened to go to the police,

and whoever she was working with
decided she was a liability.

Is there a question in there?

Not yet.

-(indistinct radio chatter)
-(Lucy): Perfect.

-There's plenty of space to--
-(punk music playing)

(chattering and exclaiming)

(boy):
Awesome, dude!

Flag on the play.
Parking lot is not empty.

(Grey):
Clear it out now.

I'm redirecting the bomb
squad to your location.

(Lucy): Hey! LAPD!

We need you guys to clear out!
Let's go!

There's a bomb!

Run like hell!

(Lucy): Let's go!

(punk music playing)

-(boy): Let's roll!
-(indistinct shouting)

(sirens wailing)

We have Pam's mobile number.

(phone rings)

(Nolan):
Hi. It's Pam, right?

My name is John.

We have the bomb squad on
the way to help you out.

You are gonna be okay.

Right now, I need you
to follow us.

-Can you do that?
-I need to call my mom.

I need to tell her
that I love her.

We can do that,
but right now,

I need you to follow us
so we can meet up

with the bomb squad, okay?

He told me to keep driving.

He said that
I would die if I didn't.

Pam, that's a lie.

Bomb squad says there's no GPS
on your collar, alright?

He can't tell if
you're stopped or not.

-Are you sure?
-Yes. Yes, Pam, I am sure.

Now we're gonna pull out
in front of you

and you're gonna follow us,
okay?

(shaky breathing)
Okay.

(engine revving)

(suspenseful music)

(pilot): I have a visual.
Will maintain contact.

(Nolan): Alright, Pam.

Now, I want you
to park right up next

to the orange cone that
Sgt. Bradford is setting out.

-Okay?
-Okay.

(♪♪)

(Nolan):
Yeah, you got it.

Gonna take you
to a safe spot.

Alright, Pam, just checking in.
How are you doing?

Um... not great.

Please get this thing off of me.

(Nolan):
That's what we're here to do.

Alright.
And there they are.

Bomb squad is here.

We're gonna have you
out of that in no time.

Now, Pam, earlier you said

you wanted me
to call your mother.

Is there anyone else
you want me to get a hold of?

No.

Not really.

Is that pathetic?

Not at all.

There's nothing like
a traumatic event

to make you realize that your...

that your life is empty.
(nervous chuckle)

Come on, Pam.
I don't believe that.

(sniffling)

My entire life is work.

I have no friends.

I'm completely alone.

You're not alone, Pam.
'Cause I'm here now.

Everyone here is here
to help you.

I need you to cut off
your engine now, Pam.

You see that guy behind you in
the doughboy suit? That's Mike.

Mike is absolutely
the best there is.

Alright? He's gonna get you
out of there in no time.

The only problem is, uh...

he tells very bad dad jokes,

so I'm gonna have
to apologize in advance.

Alright.
He's there at your window.

(Mike): It's locked.

I just need you to reach down
and open the door, okay, Pam?

I can't.

-Hey...
-I can't move!

Yes, you can do this.
You can do this, Pam.

Just take a... take
a nice deep breath.

-(deep breath)
-Reach down. Unlock that door.

(suspenseful music)

(Pam): I can't!
(crying)

I can't! I can't!

-You got this.
-I know as soon as I move,

this thing's gonna go off!

(Nolan): No, come on. Come on,
Pam. It's almost over.

Mike is right there. You just
need to open the door for him.

-Okay... Okay, okay!
-You got this, Pam.

-Okay, okay!
-Okay.

(sharp exhale)
I'm gonna reach over.

I'm gonna...

I'm gonna unlock it, okay?

-(collar beeping)
-(Pam exhales)

-It started beeping.
-(collar beeping)

Do you hear that?
Why is it beeping? It's beeping.

-Why is it beeping?
-Uh, don't worry about that,
Pam.

-Just open the door, okay?
Just open that door.
-(beeping accelerating)

(explosion)

(screaming)

(tinnitus)

(grave music)

-(overlapping chatter)
-(sirens wailing)

(Nolan):
Go get those kids out of here!

(Celina): Okay.

(skateboarder):
This is crazy. It's crazy.

(girl): Yo, this is so crazy.
We were just skating.

Look, look. Look at this.
Look at this!

I need you all to back up
another 10 yards.

(skateboarder):
Yo, officer, what happened?
I heard a lady blew up?

We're not sharing
any information at this time.

Back up!

(sirens wailing)

(fire extinguisher spraying)

(indistinct conversations)

(panting)
I pushed back the perimeter.

Good.

Do you think she felt it?

-Her death?
-(Celina): Yeah.

No.

But everything up to
that point was torture.

-What'd the bomb squad say?
-(Tim): They confirmed
what we already suspected.

Device appears to be
homemade using items

you can find
at any hardware store.

Do they know what triggered
the explosion?

Most likely, the device was
on a timer,

but they need to put the bomb
back together to be sure.

Ah, that's gonna be
a hell of a jigsaw puzzle.

I'm sure videos are already
popping up on social media.

And the news choppers
are already here.

-(helicopter buzzing)
-(Nolan): Okay, well...

if her car and her license
plate get leaked online,

it's not gonna be long
till her name does too.

Oh... I can't imagine
finding out something

about someone I love
like this on ClipTalk.

We're not gonna
let that happen.

Nolan, I want you and Juarez

-to go to the victim's house.
-Right.

Who would do
something like this?

(helicopter buzzing)

It's officially a homicide.

Was anyone else injured?

Nothing serious.

That's strange, right?

I mean, bombs are usually
for mass-casualty events.

If you want to kill one person,
a gun is a lot easier.

They didn't just want her dead.
They wanted her terrified.

(phone chimes)

Hold on. I just got video
footage from Pam's house.

Can't see his face.

Alright. The garage camera's
triggered seven minutes later.

-Is there any other angle?
-No, that's it.

Wait, wait.
Go back real quick.

Yeah. I feel like
she recognizes him.

Yeah, she doesn't seem scared.

Whoever he is,
she wasn't expecting trouble.

Alright, mother's name
is Marianne Winfield.

62, works in PR, and...

man, she's about to receive
the worst news of her life.

Alright. I'll do the talking.

It's better if only
one of us speaks.

That way, the person can focus
a little easier

-on what we're telling them.
-Well, I can do it.

-You sure?
-I have to make

my first death notification
sometime.

Might as well be today.

Okay.

Don't speak in euphemisms.

No "passed on" or
"in a better place."

Just... be direct.

"We have bad news.

Your daughter Pam was killed
today in an explosion."

You know, when the police
told my mom that

they'd recovered my sister,
they said,

"We found her."

And for a second,
we thought...

So you understand
how important this is.

Yeah. I do.

Okay.

(sombre music)

(Celina murmuring):
Celina Juarez.

This is Officer John Nolan...

(Lucy): That poor woman.

The last moments of her life
must have been agony,

just wondering if the bomb

was gonna go off,
praying it wouldn't.

I'm guessing that was the point.

No way someone goes through

that much trouble of building
something like that

unless they want to terrorize
their victim.

-Yeah.
-(phone rings)

-Hey.
-I saw the news. Are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine,
but it's crazy out here.

Okay. Look, if you don't
have time, I get it.

But a realtor friend of mine
just slipped me a listing.

It hasn't been posted
online yet.

So, uh, if you like it,

-I think we should move on it.
-Wow. Um...

-Okay...
-Chen, chat with your boyfriend

on your own time.
(Chris): He's in a mood.

I'll let you go. Just text me
and let me know what you think?

Yeah, I'll do that.

Thanks.

Pam Winfield was an in-house
counsel at Sunvale Oil

for the past five years.

Security e-mailed me
a list of people

who sent threatening letters
to the company.

The first guy lives over
on Orange Grove.

Alright, let's go
pay him a visit.

How's the Tar Pits case going?

I haven't been
thinking about it.

After what happened,
it seems kind of silly.

Part of being a detective
is juggling cases,

switching between
wildly different gears.

Okay.

Um...

Okay. We have the boyfriend.
We have the artifacts broker.

Both have motive
to kill the guard.

I feel like I need to know more
about the theft. Like...

how did she get roped up
in this in the first place?

-Is that a fourth question?
-Yes.

Did the guard take the job
at the museum

in order to gain access
to the artifacts?

It's hard to say.

But we do know that
her black-market contact

was also her high-school
sweetheart.

Another love interest?

-(pen clicks)
-Okay. Now we're
getting somewhere.

(indistinct radio chatter)

This is a lot.

Watching her die,
having to tell her mother.

It's more than anyone should
have to deal with in a day.

But our shift isn't over yet.

I know. I'm okay.

(phone rings)

Hey.

Where are you?

-I'm under the house.
-Why?

I keep hearing this noise,
and it's driving me crazy.

And you thought it would be
a good idea

to go under there by yourself?

That's why I FaceTimed you.

That's not the same.
It's not--

Wait. What is that?

What is what?

-(Bailey screams)
-Bailey?

(worrisome music)

Bailey?! What is what?!

-Bailey!
-Sorry. False alarm.

-It's just this guy.
-(horror music)

Oh, God!

What is that doing under there?

I don't know.
Should I move it?

-Yeah!
-(Celina): No! No!

Not till you consult
an exorcist.

Look, if you don't want to
move in, just tell Chris that.

-That's...
-The question is,

why don't I want to move in?

I don't get what the problem is.
I mean, Chris is great.

We're great together.
We never fight.

Maybe that's the problem.

(scoffs)
Oh, you think we should be like

that couple from this morning?

No, I'm not saying that,
but no.

But do you guys
not fight because

you don't disagree on things
or because you don't think

it's worth the bother?

-(sharp inhale)
-Lucy.

-Yeah?
-You deserve someone

who's worth the effort.

(engine revving)

(tires screeching)

What was that?

(sirens wailing)

Hey--

(tense music)

Control, 7-Adam-100.
There is a second bomb.

Repeat.
There's a second bomb.

(Lucy):
Hey! What's your name?

What's your name?!

(grunting)

-(phone rings)
-Get me as close

-as you can, okay?
-(Tim): Right.

Hey! Reach out!

(grunts)

-Reach out. Reach out.
-(Creighton): Okay.

(grunting)

-(Lucy): Can you get closer?
-(Tim): Yeah.

-(Lucy): Here, here, here.
-(Creighton): Got it!

(sirens wailing)

(panting)
Hi.

-I'm Lucy.
-Hi. He told me to keep driving.

I don't want to die!

Sir, we're here to help you.
What's your name?

Creighton.
Creighton Mitchell.

Okay. Creighton,
we're gonna try

and get you to drive
somewhere safe.

You think you can do that?

(panicked breathing)
I can't breathe!

I feel like I'm dying!
I think I'm dying.

Creighton, you're probably
having a panic attack right now.

I just need you to try
and stay calm.

Maybe turn on the radio
for some music?

(newsreader): A woman
is dead today after
an unknown assailant

apparently strapped an
explosive device to her neck.

Oh, my God!
This happened to somebody else?!

-And she's dead?!
-Creighton, listen to me.

That is not gonna be you, okay?

You can bet your ass
this isn't gonna be me!

(engine revving)
(tires screeching)

(sirens wailing)

Creighton!

(tense music)

Creighton, stop!

(Tim):
You could detonate the device!

I'm not just gonna wait for
this thing to blow my head off!

-(Tim): Everyone, back up!
-(Lucy): Get inside the house!
There's a bomb!

-(Tim): Back up!
-(Lucy): Clear it out!
Clear off the sidewalk!

-Let's go!
-(Creighton grunts)

(grunting)

-Ow!
-(clang)

I'm alive!

(laughs)

(whirring)

(indistinct radio chatter)

(Mike): Yeah. So the bomb
was on a timer.

He had three minutes left.

It's a good thing
he bailed when he did.

We would have never
made it on time.

How long did he have total?

Couldn't tell from the device,

but as long as he was driving
plus three minutes.

-(Tim): Okay, thanks.
-(Mike): Bye.

What time was the device
activated?

Uh, I don't know. Uh...

A while? He activated it right
before he put me in the car.

Alright, we'll get
the GPS off your car.

(Lucy): What exactly can you
remember from this morning?

I was going to work!

I heard a knock at the door
and when I answered it,

Richard was standing there
with a collar and a gun.

-Richard?
-Dormer. Richard Dormer.

I used to work with
his sister at Sunvale.

Oh. Sunvale Oil?

Did you know Pam Winfield?

Yeah. Why?

The woman they
were talking about on
the radio this morning,

-that was Pam.
-What?!

(Lucy): Yeah. I'm sorry.
Were you close?

I mean, I worked with her.

What is this?
What's going on?!

That's what we're trying
to figure out here.

What did Richard say to you?

He told me if I didn't put
the collar on, he'd kill me!

(Lucy): And he didn't
give you any reason?

I mean...
(sighs)

It was all so fast.
I don't know. I don't know.

Uh, do you have
his sister's number?

She might be able
to give us some insight.

No, no.
She's... she's dead.

Do you know what happened?

We...
(sighs)

We sent her abroad
to handle a deal,

and she was kidnapped and...

she was killed.

How were you and Pam involved?

It was our call whether or not
to pay the ransom.

I mean... And we were
going to, I swear.

But, you know, you negotiate
these things. You...

It's how you do it.
They expect you to do it.

But these guys, they panicked
or... I don't know.

All I know is...

she died over there.

7-Adam-15, I need you
to pick up Richard Dormer.

Proceed with extreme caution.
He might be our bomber.

(engine revving)

Stay alert.
Watch his hands.

(tires screeching)

(Nolan): Richard Dormer, keep
your hands where I can see them!

(Richard):
Is this all for me?

(Nolan): Turn around!
Get on the ground.

(Richard): I'm unarmed.
I know how this ends.

I don't mind going to prison.

Turn around and get
on the ground, now.

(suspenseful music)

(Lopez): We need the bomb squad

to do a search before
we process the house.

You don't have to be afraid.

The explosives are gone.

The third bomb's
already out there.

(dramatic music)

(Harper): Apparently
there were three people
who signed off

on negotiating rather than
paying the ransom:

Pam, Creighton,
and Henri Parsons,

-the company CEO.
-Do you have a phone number?

Yes, but he is not answering.

Lopez is getting authorization
to track it as we speak.

Alright, well, based on
Creighton's GPS,

he had 43 minutes from the time

the bomb was activated
until it was detonated.

Why 43 minutes?

You're the detective.

Okay. Henri drives
a black BMW 5 Series,

and he lives in Cheviot Hills.

We could head up there,
drive a grid.

(Harper): It's a start.

(sharp inhale)
Okay.

I guess we should pick up
a pair of garden shears.

(scoffs)
Don't think we can rely on that
working again.

Yeah.

(phone chimes)

(sucks teeth)

-More home listings?
-Yeah...

Oh, you've gotta be kidding me.
This one's in Monrovia.

Who wants to live
in Monrovia?

It looks like Chris does.

Do you love him?

I mean...

we haven't even been dating
that long. It's not...

He loves you.

I know.

I know, and I feel like
I should love him back.

He's so great in
so many different ways.

It's just...

He's just not...

You know, you killed
an innocent woman today.

There was nothing innocent
about Pam Winfield.

She got what she deserved.

She experienced exactly

what she forced my sister
to experience:

43 minutes of terror,
and then darkness.

What do you mean?

Where she was abducted,

where they held her,
and where she died.

It took 43 minutes

to drive her out to the desert
to be executed.

Kidnappers killed your sister.

It wasn't Pam's fault or
Creighton's fault or Henri's!

She trusted them!

She believed their promises that
if anything happened,

they would have her back!

(Richard scoffs)

(sinister music)

You know, every single person
in that company is guilty.

Every single one.

They all knew she was taken,

and not one person
fought for her. Not one.

People she worked with
for years

just sat on their hands
and let her die.

Henri's not just driving around
randomly like the others,
is he?

(♪♪)

Now, I've been assuming
foul play,

but maybe the victim
committed suicide

or got drunk and
had an accident.

Was there a question in there?
You've only got one more.

No. No, there's not.

(phone rings)

Nolan, what do we got?

The third victim isn't just
randomly driving around.

He's on his way
to Sunvale Oil offices.

The third bomb's gonna
take out the whole company.

(tense music)

(tires screeching)

-Stay with him.
-Yeah.

(people screaming)

(Nolan): Keep moving!
Keep moving!

The far side of
the parking lot!

Control, 7-Adam-15.
I've located our third victim.

Corporate offices, Sunvale
Oil. He's confirmed on site.

(♪♪)

(Celina):
Nolan's inside with the bomb.

We need to clear the building.

(tense music)

(Harper): We need you
to clear out! Move!

(Lopez): Everyone, listen up!

We have a credible threat
at this location!

I need everyone
to move with purpose!

(Aaron): Come on! Everybody
move quickly, but stay calm.
Let's go. This way.

(Harper): Let's spread out
and make sure

there are no stragglers.

(Nolan): Mr. Parsons!
Mr. Parsons!

Hey. I'm John Nolan.

Help me.
Please help me.

(Nolan): That's why I'm here.
That's why... What's this?

He... he told me
to stream an apology.

Okay. First, we're gonna get
all these people out of here.

Folks, come on.
We're gonna move outside.

No! He told me
not to let them go.

He said he'd kill me
if they left!

(Nolan):
Relax, okay? No--

You've been told a lie,
okay, folks?

The bomber is right now outside

in my car.
I can guarantee

he does not have
a remote trigger with him.

This bomb is on a timer.

-You're sure?
-(Nolan): 100%.

Nice and safe, guys.
Everyone move outside,

downstairs, the far side
of the parking lot

as fast as you can, alright?
Quick and safe.

How long ago did he put
this bomb on your neck?

-Uh...
-(Nolan): You gotta
think, okay?

The timer is for 43 minutes,
so you have to think.

How long ago did he put
this on your neck?

Uh... more than a half-hour.

Uh, maybe 40 minutes?

Okay. That's... not great.
It could be worse.

Everyone out!
Come on, ladies. Move, move!

What about me?

You and I, we're gonna focus
on this bomb, okay?

Let's take a look here,
see what we've got, alright?

Stay nice and calm for me.

Tell me how
to disarm the bomb.

No.

My T.O. is up there,

and he's not gonna leave someone
who is scared and alone.

If that bomb goes off,
you're killing him too.

Yeah, well, he's making
a choice to stay.

And you're making
a choice to kill people.

There have to be consequences.

My sister is dead!
They need to pay.

-Look, I get it.
-(Nolan): This is
the hinge point...

My little sister was taken away
from me a long time ago,

and I've spent most of my life

thinking of all
the different ways

I would hurt
the person responsible.

But all that hate just
ate away at me

until I didn't recognize myself.

-(Nolan): Alright...
-Your sister wouldn't
want this.

(Nolan): Okay...

This is entirely smooth.
I can't get in from the back.

I want my apology.

I want him to admit what he did
for the whole world to hear.

-(heavy breathing)
-(Nolan): Where does this go?

Is the bomb squad coming?

Yeah, any minute now.

I only have a couple
of those left.

"We."
I'm staying with you

till we figure this out.

(suspenseful music)

The floor is clear.
We should go.

The bomb squad is almost here.
(panting)

John?

Go.

You don't have to do this.

Yes, I do.

Harper, go.

(sirens wailing)

(dial tone)

(phone rings)

(Nolan):
Not a good time.

Richard says he'll tell us
how to disarm the bomb

if Parson just admits
what he did.

I didn't do anything.
I was negotiating!

Hey.

Your semantics are gonna
get us both killed.

(heavy breathing)

I'm sorry.

We let her die.
It was my fault.

I made the call.

Susan Dormer is dead
because of me.

(heavy sigh)

(sorrowful music)

There's two wires in the back,
a red and a green one.

Cut the green wire.

(worrisome music)

(Celina):
Wait, wait, wait, wait!

He's lying.

What?

He doesn't want an apology.

He wants Parsons dead.

Cut the red one.

(suspenseful music)

Are you sure?

Yes!

(bomb powers down)

(shaky breathing)

(Nolan): Okay.

Nice and easy.

(heavy breathing)

(relieved sigh)

Thank you.

And... thank you.

You saved my life today.
That kind of insight

in a rookie is...
remarkable.

(camera beeps)

(Celina): You know, I...

I wouldn't be making so much
progress

without such a great T.O.

Thank you again.

You know, I wouldn't mind at all

if you repeated that
in front of Sgt. Grey.

Just saying, repeating things
is good in general.

Sgt. Grey, imagine--
Have you seen Inception?

I'll walk you through it.

(Aaron): Okay, so...

I think I solved your case.

You have one more question
you could ask.

Nope. Don't need it.

Hmm. Cocky.

Alright, let's hear it.

Okay, so, the victim was dating
one of the scientists

who worked at the Tar Pits,
right?

And she was part of
a smuggling ring

that sold artifacts
on the black market.

So, was it a jealous lover

or a criminal enterprise
gone wrong?

Actually, it was both.

She was sleeping with both
the smuggler and the scientist,

and they found out

and they killed her together.

I think you have a long road
to detective, Officer Thorsen.

Wait, was I at least close?

You had five questions.

Right.

And you never asked
the age of the remains.

(stammering): Well, no, no, no.
The file said that

she was 32 when
she went missing.

Right, but the bone was
thousands of years old.

You see, the Tar Pits
are constantly

turning up ancient remains.

So, this case,

the killer was
a sabre-toothed tiger.

(quirky hip-hop music)

Wait, what happened
to the missing guard?

Oh, she was found in
Mexico a year later.

You see, you assumed that
there was a connection

between the female remains
and the missing woman.

(Aaron): Yeah.

First rule of investigation:

Don't make assumptions.

(clattering)

(Lopez grunts)

Oh.

Looks like a toy store
threw up in our house.

Well, Jack got two shots today.

I didn't want him to associate
me with needles.

Did he cry?

No.

Did you cry?

That's irrelevant.

Not according to
our living room, it's not.

Doesn't Jack already have
a basketball hoop?

Well, yeah, but now he's got

an outside one
and an inside one.

(sighs)

-(Wesley sighs)
-(Lopez chuckles)

Oh... I don't know
how you deal with

watching him get shots so often.

Well, I know it's
for his own good.

I know I have to be tough
to show him how to be tough.

And I fill him full of
ice cream right after.

Oh, you didn't
tell me that trick.

Because you want
to be his favourite.

I'm already his favourite.

(laughing)

(sighs)

(sentimental music)

-Welcome home!
-(door closes)

Thank you for cleaning off

all those cobwebs and clown...
before I got home.

Can never clean that clown
off my mind, though.

Ugh. Where is he now?

-Outside.
-Where he belongs.

(Bailey): Mm-hmm.

-Oh, geez!
-(Bailey giggles)

I couldn't help myself!

We are gonna take it
outside to burn.

The only way to kill
this kind of evil is by fire.

(Nolan):
You got that right.

So if it was just a doll,
what was making the noise?

Well, when I got off the phone,
I found something else.

-A puppy!
-Oh!

This little guy was making
all that ruckus.

-Can we keep him?
-No.

Well, I'll just give him a bath.

No, I mean, that's...
that's not a puppy.

That's a coyote.

(whispering):
How did you get him in a crate?

(♪♪)

Hey. We need to talk.
(chuckles)

(scoffs)
Let me guess.

Chris wants to buy
a house in Chatsworth?

-No. I...
-(chuckling)

Look, this clearly
isn't working out.

I don't know why
you won't just admit it.

Unless... is it guilt?

Is it because of what
Rosalind did to him?

Oh, like I'm the only one
that's stayed too long

when things aren't working.

You dated a lifeguard.

You don't even like
going to the beach.

-This isn't about me.
-Uh--

No, it's not.
This is not about me.

This is about you staying
in this safe relationship

-because you're scared.
-Of course I'm scared.

If we do this and
it doesn't work,

I'll have ruined the most
important relationship
in my life.

♪ I'm scared to go home ♪

I'm sorry.
I shouldn't have said--

No. Um...

You're right.

So we should just keep going
the way we have been, right?

It's not worth the risk.

♪ I'm working on safe ♪

Unless it is.

♪ Life is just adjusting ♪

♪ To the dealer's
latest hand ♪♪

(chuckles)

Do you want to get
dinner sometime?

Yes.

-Yeah?
-(Lucy chuckling): Yeah.

No, um...

-(Lucy stammers)
-Okay.

No, no. It's just, um...

Not yet.

I owe it to Chris to end things
the right way with him.

Ask me again.

Later. After.

Deal.

(♪♪)

(man): Damnit!