All language subtitles for The Rookie_S05E13_Daddy Cop.English (CC)

(siren chirps)

(tires screech)

(music playing in the distance)

(music stops)

(music continues)

♪ Is that a baton
in your pocket ♪

♪ Or are you just happy
to see me? ♪

(music stops)

(Juarez): License
and registration, please.

♪ She puts the "short"
in "shorty" ♪

♪ And he looks like he wants
to chase me ♪

♪ Cop cuties, cute and on duty ♪

♪ Navy blue booties,
go ahead and lock me up ♪

♪ Arrest me,
but make it sexy ♪

Sorry. Sorry.

♪ Arrest me, but make it sexy ♪

♪ Sell me some meth, please
so I can get arrested ♪

♪ By this daddy of a cop
with his daddy cop walk ♪

(Nolan): Just give me a second.

♪ And his daddy cop arms
and his daddy cop butt ♪

♪ Ow, cop cuties,
cute and on duty ♪

♪ Cop cuties,
cute and on duty ♪

♪ Arrest me, but make it sexy ♪

(Juarez singing):
♪ Arrest me, but make it sexy ♪

What? It's catchy.

♪ Arrest me, but make it sexy ♪

♪ Whoa, oh, oh, oh,
oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ I'm gonna win for you
like I know you want me to do ♪

-Thanks.
-(Grey): Hey. DA's office

just thanked me for
a 14% decrease in officer
no-shows in court.

Not bad for one week.

Well, instead of putting
the court notices

in the officer's box,
I serve it to them directly.

That way they can't say
they didn't get it.

That's great, but isn't it
a lot of work?

What else do I have going on?

Well...

Oh, down to my last one.

What, Smitty?
He avoids court like a salad.

Hey, Smitty.

Hey, it's "House-Mouse"
Bradford.

How's Court Liaison
treating you?

Oh, good.

Oh, sorry. No can do.
That's my day off.

You don't like money?

Yeah, I like money.

You get O.T.
the whole day, you know.

-It's not just comp time?
-No, you scroll down

to the bottom of your time sheet
and click "for pay".

20 years, no one told me that.

Good looking out.
I owe you a beer.

Oh, no, no.
No, it's all good.

Good work.
You made Smitty happy.

Hey. Hang in there.

Good morning.
Today's going to be a tough one.

Heat wave has maxed out
the power grid.

Expect more citywide
rolling blackouts.

Officer Juarez,
what's the acronym that best
applies to heat waves?

Oh.

Cheetah?

(sighs)

I'm sorry, sir.

I'm having a blackout of my own.

-See me after.
-Yes, sir.

(whispering): Cheetah?
You know this.

(Grey): CHEAP.

C: Check the vulnerable,
check your partner.

H: Hydrate.
E: Eat light meals.

A: Avoid prolonged sun.
And P: Pace yourself.

You can't do everything.

Look, conserve your energy.
Make smart choices.

Heat equals more violence.

Blackouts equals more theft.

It's going to be
a busy day today.

So pace yourself.

(power shuts down)

Don't worry. The city
has laid out top dollar

for a state-of-the-art
generator, which should
turn on right about now.

(power whooshes back on)

Not everyone else is
going to be so lucky.

So be safe out there.
Everyone, 10-8.

Yes, sir.

The heat wave's been
here for a week.

-She doesn't know what CHEAP is?
-Uh, well...

I assume you reviewed it
with her.

-Uh...
-Nolan, either you reviewed it

with her and she forgot,

or you forgot to review it
with her.

So who do I have a problem with?

I did go over it with her.
Yes, sir.

She just forgot.

-She's riding with me today.
-(Nolan): Sir?

(Grey): I want to see
what else she forgot.

What else you didn't
drill into her.

Are you evaluating her,
or are you evaluating me?

You. You have an issue
with that?

No, sir. No. No, I...

Did the A/C come back on?
Because it's so...

Officer Juarez, you're riding
with me today. Come on.

Uh, any advice?

Uh, yeah. I would just
go light on the astrology
talk and crystals.

And auras.
And tarot cards, too.

And... And definitely no dreams.

Okay, so keep it professional.
No hobbies.

Yes. Unless you come up with one
of those case-solving insights,

then, yes, you speak right up.

Okay. So you want me
to be myself?

Yes. And also no.

Just if you get
one of those feelings,

go back and figure out
the facts that led you
to feeling that way.

Okay, so don't be my... me.

(Grey): Juarez, let's go.

You're going to be great.

Please be great.

Hey. How's it going?

I see you have
a lot to, uh, liaise.

And enjoying every minute of it.

I thought we said we would
never lie to each other.

That was a lie.

-You're miserable.
-No.

-Mm-hmm.
-No, it's not that bad.

You know, nice people.

Low stress.

Wait, wait.
Um, that reminds me...

-Next week.
-Thank you.

You're welcome.

-Be safe out there.
-(chuckles)

I'll see you
at the end of shift.

(sighs)

(in Spanish): There's a cooling
center only three blocks away.

Plenty of food and water.
Do you want us to
take you there?

Here's the address
and my number.

I can't make you go,
but we will check in on you.

If you change your mind,
let me know.

May God bless you.

(in English): I, uh,
speak Spanish.

(in Spanish): I see.

(Juarez, in English):
Okay, that's not good.

Great spot.
Tell me why.

(Juarez): Well, I'm not sure.

I can just tell
something's wrong.

Bad aura? A feeling? A hunch?

Well, stopping someone on a
hunch is illegal, Sergeant Grey.

Correct. Tell you what.
Why don't we walk that way
while you talk it through.

Pretend you don't see them.

(Juarez): Okay, well,
the store is open.

No one's in distress.

And there's an employee
with them.

-He's even laughing.
-(laughing)

-Why does this bother me?
-So we're getting closer.

Tell me what you know
or we walk away.

There's a crime happening
right now, Officer Juarez.

Each one of those saws
is about 900 bucks.

That's almost
9 grand in tools.

In a blackout,
debit cards don't work.

And who walks around
with 9 grand cash?

That, Celina,
is absolutely perfect.

Control, 7-Adam-200.
I got a plate.

2-William-Adam-Charlie-4-8-4.

Hey, guys, quick question.

Great tools there.
Did you pay cash or card?

Hey, hey, hey.

Turn around.
Turn around.

-(grunts)
-You good?

(Juarez): Yeah, I'm good.

-(Nolan): No, I agree.
-(camera shutter clicks)

A dollar is a lot
for a glass of lemonade,

but that's just smart business.
Not price gouging.

Certainly doesn't buy you
the right to threaten anyone.

Yeah, especially not
a bunch of 9-year-old girls.

(woman): Turn to the left.

(Aaron): Kicking over their
stand, threatening them.

-They were terrified.
-You're lucky that

the oldest one doesn't have
her black belt yet.

That could have been
a lot worse, Andrew.

-(Aaron): Yeah.
-(powering shuts down)

-(man): Hey!
-Okay.

According to Grey, they should
be back on about... now.

I guess you need
Grey's magic touch.

-Yeah.
-Want to go check it out?

(breathing heavily)

(Nolan): Oh, you guys
are already on it.

Any luck?

I think it's dead.

(Nolan): Check the battery?

Yeah. All good.

-Maybe is the coolant leaking?
-I don't see any.

Maybe the shut-off
valve is closed.

-I'll check it out.
-Hey, Buddy, hey, we got it.

You know, it's a little
crowded in here. You mind?

You guys from this precinct?

I'm new here, so maybe
we haven't met yet.

I am. Bobby here's
usually with the 57th.

-Okay.
-Oh.

Well, nice to meet you.

LAPD doesn't have precincts.

No such thing as the 57th.

Impersonating an officer
and stealing police property
are both felonies.

I'm sure they didn't
teach you that in your
imaginary police academy.

We weren't trying
to steal a generator.

Then what were you doing?

I noticed the smell
this morning. You smell it?

(sighing)
Yeah.

I figure an animal
got in there and died.

Could be a rat, but
it's a big smell for a rat.

Maybe a raccoon. Skunk.

Mountain lion.
You think a mountain lion
got in there and died?

Well, there's one
way to find out.

-Can I see those lock cutters?
-Maybe I should cut it.

I mean,
if it's a mountain lion,

-you probably wanna shoot it.
-Well, I mean, if it's dead,

I won't need to shoot it, right?

-Oh. Good point.
-Control, Seven-L-19.

I'm at unit 15. About to cut
the lock to make entry.

(bolts snaps)

(coughing)

(groaning)

(man): That ain't good.

Poor thing probably got trapped
looking for food.

(gasps)

That's not good.

So if you weren't trying to
steal the generator, then what?

Our friend got pinched
this morning.

We thought, you know, knock out
the power, get her out.

You do realize locks work
without electricity, right?

Wait, this ain't
maximum security?

We like to keep things simple,

like our criminals. We find
low tech gets the job done.

Hey, you guys Code-4?

Yeah. That state-of-the-art
generator was in a state
of disrepair.

Those guys had done
a real number on it,

but we managed
to get it working.

Good, 'cause General Services
take about a week to fix it.

As soon as you get finished
processing them,

I need you back 10-8.
Pending calls are piling up.

I have to open up a C.P. just
to deal with these power issues.

Celina's going to be my lead.

Really?

That's great. That's...

-So things are going well?
-So far.

Yeah. She's very well trained,
don't you think?

She has good instincts.
You can't teach that.

No, no, but you can
certainly teach someone
to sharpen those skills.

Command Post lead,
it's pretty impressive.

Yeah, they almost never
give that to an officer

who's got less
than five years on.

We... We never spoke about it.

Yeah, but she'll do
fine, I'm sure.

Which is what we want.

It is about her, right?

Yeah, no, yeah,
definitely. Yeah.

Body was in a freezer.
The power has been
in and out for days.

The surge must have finished
the freezer off.

Victim thawed in the heat.
Manager called it in.

The manager said the unit
was rented by an RJ Cash.

Alright.

RJ Cash, huh?

Looks like him.

Are... Are you identifying him?

Oh, not officially, but, yeah.

Career criminal,
mostly nonviolent.

But career scam artist.

Loves to target the elderly.

Or... loved.

My uncle used
to refinish pianos.

I can tell you right now,
that is worth a fortune.

Mm. Yeah, I bet a lot
of the stuff in here is.

-So, stolen?
-Or grifted.

Uh, get as many serial numbers
as you can

and run them through RMS.
Maybe we can track down
some of his victims.

You got it.
You want to get some air?

Yeah, for sure.
I stopped breathing
three minutes ago.

I'm about to pass out.

Is there any chance we could
get Tim in on this?

He's Court Liaison.
What does that have
to do with this?

(scoffs)
Nothing.

I'm just trying to find
a way to keep him from
losing his mind.

Is there no other position
he can move into?

No. Everything
is at a standstill.

Alright, well,
then you're going to have
to shake things up.

Create an opening. Like
when a team needs a player,

but they're up
against a salary cap.

(Chen): Well, what does
that mean?

Means you got to get creative.

Find a weak link and start
a five-player trade.

Oh. Say more.

Alright, let's say that
Tim wants to go to Vice.

McNichols is already there,

but everyone knows
he wants Narcotics.

That was a very ambitious plan,

trying to take out
the station's power
to spring your friend.

Loyalty is important.

Plus, she owes me money.

Unfortunately, you won't get
a chance to spend it

unless it's at the prison store.

Uh...

Destruction of government

emergency equipment... felony.

Grand theft... felony.

Impersonating
a police officer... felony.

Attempted rescue
of a prisoner... felony.

Carrying a loaded firearm
in the commission

-of a crime is...
-Felony?

-That's right.
-Wow.

I hope your friend
appreciates your sacrifice.

Maybe this wasn't
the best plan on my part.

-You think?
-Tell you what. You knock down

my charges and give me
probation, and I'll give you
something better

than some fool in a cop uniform
running around in your basement.

Okay, it's got to be
something really great.

It is.

You know about ghost guns?

Any luck with
the serial numbers?

Yeah. I mean,
I got over 100 items.

-About 30 victims.
-Nice work.

And I found RJ's most recent
employer, Beatrice O'Malley.

I imagine some of the stolen
property must be hers,

so let's get her in here,
as well.

Yeah, you got it.

Oh, what's Metro doing here?

Uh, Lopez caught a break
on a ghost gun dealer.

It's their case.
They move as a pack.

That's the alpha and
her right hand, Kevin Hicks.

Metro would be
a good fit for Tim, hmm?

It's a tough gig.
The hours are brutal.

Hicks looks dead on his feet.

I know he's got triplets
at home.

Uh, his wife does publicity
for the department.

I mean, Hicks might be up
for a transfer.

A bit more family time.

And if he left Metro,
Tim could take his spot.

You make it sound easy.

Hicks would only leave
for a comparable job,

and there aren't that many.
And if there were,
they're filled.

How do you create that opening?

I don't know, like you said,
the five-player trade.

-What could go wrong?
-A lot, for both you and Tim.

If sergeants feel like they are
being manipulated,

then they will never
trust you again.

And they talk. So the next time
you need a favor, and you will,

the answer will be no, forever.

So tread lightly.

-Lieutenant Pine, Angela Lopez.
-Oh, Angela.

This is Kevin Hicks.
Thanks for looping us in.

Of course. It's Metro's case.
It just fell in our laps.

Okay, listen up.
This is Detective Lopez.

She's about to share some
information your sorry asses

couldn't find if it was
gift-wrapped for you.

Detective, please tell
my team how it's done.

Okay, I'm gonna make this quick.

Come on, come on,
just pick up. Pick up.

(sighs)

Celina, did you reach DWP's
Joint Response Coordinator?

Left messages, sir. Three.

What about Fire's Emergency
Response Captain?

Did you get ahold of FEMA?

No, sir.
I'm still working on it.

(Grey): ADT?

(Juarez): They were next
on the list, sir.

(Grey): Celina, you got to get
ahold of these people.

What about the other
Watch Commanders?

We need Civil Unrest
React Teams.

Do you need something?

I can help her.

No, it's okay.
I've got it.

No, you don't, Boot.

I got a buddy at DWP
Joint Response.

I can give you his direct line,

and I can help coordinate
the React Teams.

Please do.

(indistinct chatter)

Come on, Boot.
You want to learn how
to do this or not?

-(knocking)
-Hey, you're Hicks, right?

Yeah. What you need?
Got an op about to jump off.

Oh. Um, I heard
you have triplets.

That must be a lot of work.

Yeah. Tougher than anything
LAPD can throw at me.

Yeah, I bet.

I imagine having kids

must make you reevaluate
your priorities.

Yeah, wife's not too happy.

So, listen. Um, my roommate
is an excellent babysitter,

and she's always looking for
work if you ever need someone.

-Really?
-Mm.

Detective, Lieutenant.
They say it's gonna hit 100.

Thanks. Nolan and Thorsen
are the ones that made

the original bust
that gave us our tip.

-Nice work.
-Thank you.

Right place at the right time.

I know you. You're the guy who
got the golden ticket, right?

-That's right, I did.
-Expected you to go Metro,

but you took T.O. instead.
Interesting move.

I like teaching the kids.
Matter of fact, my trainee is,

uh, heading up the Command Post
as we speak.

You don't say.
Well, if you ever do consider
Metro, give me a call.

It's a tough test, but I will
make sure you get a good tutor.

Thank you very much.
Shall we?

Listen up. Today's op
is a U.C. gun-buy bust.

I'm the U.C. Targets are using
a pharmacy as a front

to sell ghost guns.
Trouble sign is hands up,

gun out, or running away.

Bust sign is fingers
through the hair.

Hold sign is dropping the purse.

Metro Sergeants Shab and Watson
have been working this case

for months, but Detective Lopez
here uncovered the code

the gun sellers need to hear
in order to sell weapons.

We weren't able to get close
enough for our own visuals,

but luckily, Metro was able to
hack into the security cameras,

so their cameras
are now our eyes and ears.

Everybody sharp today.
No fear, no regret,
no mistakes, no excuses.

"Metro" on three.
One, two, three.

(all): Metro!

Metro seems normal.

You'll have a blast there.

No, thanks.

Text Lopez. Eric Mills,
AKA "Knuckles" on her six.

Hawaiian shirt, jeans.
Unknown if armed.

(cellphone vibrates)

-Picking up?
-Dropping off.

I have an issue that needs
to "go away".

My prescription's
for Charcoal Cough Syrup.

Sure. We've got that.
Cash only.

It's got to be untraceable.

Wait, I know this chick.

How do I know you?

You don't know me, and you
don't want to know me.

(chuckles)

-Yeah. I do.
-(gun cocks)

(power shuts down)

Damn it.
We have rolling blackouts.

U.C.'s in trouble and
we have no visual. No visual.

-(engine starts)
-(tires screech)

7-Adam-15 moving in for rescue.

(tires screech)

I need eyes on the U.C.

Nearly there.
Trying to get visual.

You got 10 seconds,
then we're going in.

Start talking.

(groans)

(gun cocks)

(coughs)

Hold. Everyone hold.

Negative. Officer rescue, now.

I see her purse. She's deployed
the hold signal. Stand by.

(coughing)

Look, I don't know who you
think I am, but I ain't her.

I am in a hurry.
Now, either we have a deal,

or I can take my cash
somewhere else.

Alright, alright.
Take it easy.

What do you want?
(coughs)

I need a. 45, 15-round mag,
and it has to be a ghost.

(slams gun on countertop)

Thousand bucks.

Untraceable.

(Lopez): Thanks.

(gun thuds)

Go get them.

(man): Go, go, go!

(man 2): Police!
Get down on the ground!

Don't move!

Juarez, you want to tell me
what's going on?

Yeah, well, I left word
for the, uh, Watch Commander
at Hollywood Division.

I'm still waiting to hear back.

Okay, you can 10-22 all that.
I'm more concerned about you.

Sir, I'm so sorry.
I'm usually more focused.

You trying to reach someone?

My mom.

She's barely left
the house in years.

She's a shut-in.
She lives alone.

Her power went off earlier, and
she's not answering her phone.

-I'm just worried.
-Why didn't you say something?

-She needs a welfare check.
-I wanted to, but with

-the Command Post...
-Hey, remember CHEAP?

C: Check in.
That is your job.

Come on.
I'll clear it with Grey.

RJ is dead?

We found him this morning
stuffed in a storage locker.

Oh, that's awful.
Uh, what happened?

We're not sure.
(sighing)

But I understand that
he worked for you.

Yes. He was such a help.

I'm not so good at computers.
(chuckling)

He set up my online banking.

All those passwords are just
impossible to remember.

And I don't know what I would
have done without him.

Have you checked your
accounts recently?

Oh, everything's on autopay.

Okay, you need to do
a thorough accounting.

RJ was a thief and a grifter,
and he wipes out his targets.

(chuckling)
No, that... that's not right.

He wouldn't do that.

I'll call her son.
He lives in New York.

We'll get this all sorted, okay?

Did you ever see RJ
argue with anyone?

Did he ever seem scared at all?

No. He was fine until
he stopped coming in.

Okay. Thank you for your time.

If you remember anything
at all, just give me a call.

(Juarez): Sir, there's one thing
I haven't told you.

You know how I spent the day
doing administrative work?

-What about it?
-Well, my mom sort of thinks

that's what I do all day,
every day.

She doesn't know I go on patrol.

So you want me to lie for you?

Well, not lie, exactly.

Just focus on the small portion
of the truth,

-and then exaggerate it.
-No.

Celina?

(Juarez): Mama,
I've been calling you.

You didn't pick up.

My phone died.
No power to charge it.

This is my boss,
Sergeant Bradford.

And this is my mom,
Karla Juarez.

(speaking Spanish)

(groans)

Okay, Mami, I'm a police now.

You'll always be my baby.

God, it must be
100 degrees in here.

-(birds chirping)
-(sighs)

Reminds me of a sauna.

It's good for your skin.

Yeah, in 10-minute increments,

-not all day.
-You have birds?

Lorca y Neruda.

They're my muses.

I sell paintings of them online.

It's how I pay my bills.

Okay, Mama, you can't stay here.

You got to come with us
to a cooling center.

-What about the birds?
-You can bring them.

I can't.

(birds chirping)

It's been years since
she's left the house.

It's dangerous out there.
I worry so.

And I told you, you have
nothing to worry about.

-I'm safe at the station.
-That's right.

Taking calls and
gathering information.

Well, thank you for keeping
my baby safe.

Of course, ma'am. Listen,
I've got an apex generator
in the back of the shop.

Let me bring it in here and
get the A/C up and running.

No, no, no, I-I don't
want to be a bother.

Oh, it's not for you.
It's for Lorca and Neruda.

I'm sure they could use
a little cooling off.

Okay.

For the birds.

(birds chirping)

Is he single?

(Nolan): This, my dear,
is how garlic shrimp scampi

changed my life.

And this is how a brilliant man

won my heart with a generator.

(chuckles)
I do feel a tiny bit guilty

being the only ones with power.

-And air-conditioning.
-And air-conditioning.

I know, we must have gotten
40 calls today,

all from people needing help.

It's bad out there.
It's only gonna get worse.

Well, here's to a quiet evening.

-Cheers.
-(glasses clink)

(knocking on door)

Pardon me.

-Oh.
-Did you check your text?

-I didn't, but...
-Uh, our power is out,

and it is too hot
for Leah to sleep.

And we have some personal
things that are about to go bad.

No, please. Welcome. You're
welcome. Come, come, come.

Thank you. Oh, uh, are you sure
you don't mind?

Of course.
What do you guys need?

-Your fridge.
-Oh, yeah.

Stick that in right over there.
But not next to the creamer,

-though. That would be bad.
-(chuckles)

-It happens.
-We have shrimp scampi.

Do you guys want any?

-Uh, he's allergic to shellfish.
-Uh, I'm allergic to shellfish.

Uh, can I make something
else for myself?

There's plenty in there.
Please help yourself.

(ding-dong!)

Hey. Sorry.
We know it's late.

Can you believe how hot
it is out there?

Right, this time of night?

Oh. Oh, my God.
Air-conditioning feels so good.

-Hey.
-Hi.

The only air-conditioning
we have is in the car.

-Can I charge the car?
-Yeah. I'll get you a cord.

Can I get you a glass
of wine first?

Yes. Yes, please.

Oh. Hey, bud.

Daddy needs some wine.

Hey.

Lucy. Sure, why not?
Come on in.

Oh, you look surprised.

Wait, weren't you
on the group text?

No, no. I turn off my phone
when we're...

Uh, uh... Wine?

Tequila. Double.

I need it.

We have a big problem.

I got it.

Hicks leaves Metro, goes to IA.

Remington moves to Motors.

That means Watson
gets into SWAT.

Halsey comes over to Metro.
There's still a spot for Tim.

Remington's wife won't
let her on a motorcycle,
so that's a non-starter.

Okay, um, Fujii retires, hmm?

Halsey goes to Metro,
and Madison goes to Robbery.

Hmm?

Primm will go to Vice.

No, they hate each other.

Okay. Um, Jones goes to SWAT.

-And Bob's your uncle.
-Yes.

(knocking on door)

-Oh, no.
-What?

Well, the only way this works
is if Fujii retires,

and the only person who can
convince her to do that is...

-Smitty.
-Yeah.

Hey, Tim.
This is unexpected.

-No.
-Oh.

(Nolan): What is the...

What's the... What are you...
What's up?

Uh, I-I heard you have power.

I was hoping
you had the game on.

Yes. Yes. I mean, yes,
we have power.

The game is...
We can... Come in. Come in.

Uh, is that Lucy's car?

Uh, yes.

(clears throat)

Hey, guys, look who it is.

It's a party.

What's going on?

Nothing.
Just enjoying the A/C.

Hmm.

-You okay?
-(Chen): Yeah.

-Couldn't be better.
-(clears throat)

(clears throat)

15 years.

That's what you're looking at
for arms trafficking.

Don't I have a Second
Amendment right to sell guns?

It's a right to bear arms,
not sell them.

Right.

You know, I've done
a lot of time.

Kind of done with
the whole prison thing.

Then give us something.

Alright.

What about...

Oh, no, if I give him up,
he'll kill me.

-We can protect you.
-Not from this dude.

Oh, what about, uh...
No, she owes me 12 large.

Wait. If someone owes me money
and they get arrested,

I'm out that money, right?

-Probably.
-Then definitely not her.

Oh, you're a regular phone book.

I stay busy.

Oh.

What about Kingston?

Prentiss Kingston?

The King of Fentanyl.

One of his lieutenants
buys from me.

Does that get me anything?

I think we could work
something out.

Sold.

Got to love career criminals.

They know how to play the game.

Your gun dealer rolled?

Gave us a major fentanyl
distributor.

Wesley's working out
his plea deal now.

-What's that?
-Uh, I got the M.E.'s report

on my dead body.

The cause of death was
a bilateral pulmonary embolism

caused by ingesting
metallic mercury.

He was poisoned.

Yeah, over a long
period of time.

It looks like he was suffering
from confusion,

mood swings, tremors.

Beatrice's caretaker
had a tremor.

Maybe whoever targeted RJ
is also targeting her.

I don't know who any
of those people are.

-No reason you should.
-Awesome.

Great.

-Chen.
-Smitty.

Want some?

Uh, no, I'm good.

But I... I could use a favor.

A favor?

Hmm.

That would mean you'd owe me.

-Technically.
-Lay it on me.

You went to the academy
with Lauren Fujii.

-I did.
-Well, she needs to retire,

and I need you
to talk her into it.

Hmm.

If Lauren Fujii retires,
Watson goes to Vice,

Primm goes to Motors,
Hicks could move over,

and Tim takes the open spot
in Metro.

-How?
-I'm smarter than people think.

Uh, yeah.

Smitty, you got to do it.

I mean, if not for me,
think of Tim.

Tempting, but Fujii and I
had a bit of a falling out.

Oh. I'm afraid to ask why.

Let's just say it had something
to do with salsa night.

Okay, okay. Well, um,

here's how you can make up
for whatever you did.

Her family lives in San Jose,
and A-I Meta Network

is looking to hire
a new head of security.

They're paying 400 grand a year.

You would be her hero
if you brought her this job.

400 G's? Maybe I'll take it.

Oh. You would be great, but that
doesn't really help me out.

And also, Smitty,
it's a lot of work.

-Pass.
-Yeah.

But if I talk to her,
you got to do me a favor.

Mm-hmm.
Nothing weird.

Nothing weird.

Promise.

-Deal.
-Deal.

Thank you.

(grunts)

♪ Cop cuties, cute and on duty ♪

♪ Navy blue booties
Go ahead and lock me up ♪

♪ Arrest me, but make it sexy ♪♪

-What are we singing?
-Oh, nothing, uh, sir.

Listen, I know
I screwed up yesterday.

I appreciate the second chance.

Celina, these evaluations
aren't meant to punish you.

They're meant to make you better
at the thing you're worst at.

Do you know what that is?

-Asking for help.
-That's right.

Tim told me about your mom.

Look, you've endured
unimaginable loss

and you've carried
that weight alone.

But now you have a new family
of brothers and sisters.

-Remember that.
-Copy that, sir.

Next time I need help
with something,

I won't keep it to myself.

Very good.
Now, today is a do-over.

Today, every call that comes up,
you're in charge.

And you're driving.

Did you find out
what happened to RJ?

We are making progress.

Tell me, did you work at Mercy
of Saint Vincent's

from '96 to '05?

Oh, that's how I injured my hip.
I had to retire.

Okay. Did you know that
nine patients died there
from heavy-metal poisoning?

Oh, I wasn't aware of that.

Mercury was found
in all nine victims.

All of which were your patients.

Were they? Um, that was such
a long time ago.

-I don't really remember.
-Mercury poisoning

is also what killed RJ Cash.

And your caretaker, Sharona,
is at the hospital.

I noticed that her hand
had a tremor,

which is also a symptom
of mercury poisoning.

The doctors are looking
at her right now.

(inhales deeply)
Thank you.

-For what?
-For catching me.

I-I don't know
why I keep doing this.

Sometimes it's like
I'm watching somebody else.

Thank you for stopping me.

(Nolan): Hey, what's going on?

Lopez' gun dealer says
a huge amount of fentanyl
moves through that house.

What if we get exposed?

Incidental contact
won't give you an overdose,

especially if it's already been
cut or pressed into pills.

But what if it hasn't
been cut yet?

-Pure fentanyl?
-Mm-hmm.

Two micrograms
kills you if inhaled.

Less than half a grain of rice.

(sighs)

Okay, Juarez.
You're senior officer on scene.

-What do we do?
-Well, I mean,

we call a sergeant.

-Great. You're here. Proceed.
-(chuckles)

That's usually correct.

But very soon, you might be
most senior officer on scene.

So what do we do?

You surround and call out.

You set up a perimeter,
call into the house,

and you get them to surrender.

Is that right?

I'm not saying.
Make a decision.

Control, 7-Adam-15.
Can I get six additional units

to 956 Oakwood Court? Code-3.

(radio): Six units
en route, Code-3.

Good work.
Now what?

Recon. See what
we're dealing with.

-Let's go.
-Alright.

Go with me.

(heavy metal music playing)

There's a kid in there.

They've got a 5-year-old
little girl in there

while they're manufacturing.

Yeah, we found empty
cardboard boxes in the trash

which used to be packed
with gelatin capsules.

That means they are cutting
pure fentanyl

and filling the capsules
in the house.

We need to get
that kid out of there.

-Should we try a diversion?
-We could try the old

"Sorry Sucker" gag.

-It's a classic.
-You smash, I grab.

(Nolan): Copy that.

Does that mean I'm not
in charge anymore?

Only in spirit.

-Let's go.
-(Nolan): You're with me.

-(vehicles thud)
-(car alarm blaring)

(horn honking)

(Nolan): Whoops.

(engine shuts off)

(car alarm chirps, stops)

You did not just hit my car.

Yeah, I did.
Sorry about that.

Looks like minor damage, though.

(Aaron): Don't worry. The city
will pay for all the damages

and rental-car inconvenience.

Yeah. I'll just need
to get some of your information

for the accident report.

Can I get your name?

(fans whirring)

(blenders whirring)

(more blenders whirring)

(engine revving
on computer tablet)

Hi. My name is Celina.
What's yours?

Listen, I'm sorry
to stop the game,

but there's an emergency
and we need to go outside.

You want to come with me?

(dog barking in distance)

(screaming)

(blenders stop whirring)

Hey, show me your hands!

Put your hands behind your head.

(spoon clangs)

(grunting)

(screaming continues)

Baby girl!

(grunting)

(gunshots)

(screaming)

-(switch clicks)
-(blenders whirring)

(screaming)

(blenders clattering)

(window creaking)

Help! I got the kid!
Help her!

(breathing heavily)

(handcuffs click)

Celina's still in there.

(Grey): Get down. Down.

Celina!

Celina!

Celina!

Officer Juarez is down.
She's not breathing.

Let's go.

I need Narcan!

-(siren wailing)
-(breathing heavily)

Come on.
You're... You're okay.

-(helicopter blades whirring)
-Easy, easy.

Come on. Come on.

-(Narcan sprays)
-Come on, Celina.

Celina. Celina, come on,
wake up. Come on back.

Celina!

Hit her again. Come on.

-(West): Hurry up. Hurry.
-Come back to us, Celina.

(Narcan sprays)

Celina?

Celina, can you hear me?

Come on, Celina.

(sirens blaring)

Hey.

My hand.

What'd you say?

You're crushing my hand.

Oh, sorry. Sorry. Hey. Hey. Hey.

Over here, guys. Come on.

-Good work in there.
-Mm-hmm.

(rhythmic music)

-(knocking on door)
-Hey.

Hey. How you feeling?

And don't just say fine.

I-I'm still pretty shaken.

But, um, thank you
for saving me.

Like I said, family.

Yeah. What you did
took guts today.

Yeah, saving a kid like that.

I mean, there's got to be
a medal in there somewhere.

There definitely is.
I'll get on the paperwork.

Or maybe it would be better
coming from her FTO.

I'm happy to do it.
(chuckles)

I'm curious, though,
would that qualify me
for a medal, as well?

-No.
-Yeah, that's not

what's important right now.

But having a training officer's
very first rookie

qualify for a medal
in her first few months

on the job would put me
in some pretty rarefied air.

But, again, not important
right now.

Mm.

-Hey.
-Hey.

I just heard Lauren Fujii
is retiring.

Really? That's surprising.

Yeah, apparently she got
some great gig up in San Jose

paying her a ton of money.

Wow. Good for her.

With her out,
Watson moves over to Vice,

Primm winds up in Motors,
and Hicks takes his place.

I don't know how you keep
all that straight.

Don't you get it? It means
there's an opening in Metro.

Well, at least there was.

Lieutenant Pine
just called me 15 minutes ago,

and I'm going over.

That's great!
Oh, congratulations.

Thanks. Grey gave me
a rock star review.

Yeah, well, he should.
You're amazing.

-I'm excited.
-(laughs)

I'm excited. Let's go
to dinner tonight and celebrate.

T... Oh, I... I can't.

I'm sorry. I really,
really want to, but I can't.

Um, I promised my friend that
I would help him with something.

-Tomorrow night. Hmm?
-Okay. Sure.

Uh, do you need any help?

No, no, it's something
I got to do on my own.

But tomorrow night,
it is a date.

We are gonna celebrate you.

Congratulations.

They're really lucky
to have you.

-Thank you.
-(chuckles)

Okay. I got to go.

Good job.

(♪♪)

(facetime ringing)

Hola, mija.
How was your day?

Oh, you know, just a lot of
filing, a lot of paperwork.

Almost done, though,
so I'll be heading out soon.

I always thought police work
was so dangerous.

It is.
I got a paper cut today.

Ay, mija, you need
to be careful.

I know.
(chuckles)

I am. I promise.

(Smitty): I'll admit I've been
lax about cleaning it.

-How lax?
-Uh, either Clinton or Bush

-was the president.
-W... Which Bush?

(sighs)
It's been a while.

Uh, a deal's a deal.

I'm happy it worked out for Tim.

Yeah. Oh!

Hey. Whoa! Hey, where are you
going? Aren't you gonna help?

And miss Monday Night Football?

It's not Monday.

-(babbles)
-(Lopez): Yeah, yummy.

Hey. Where's your laundry?

Leah had a little accident.

Oh, thanks.

(laughs)

(indistinct chatter)

The Four Seasons has power.

Oh, yes.

(respirator hissing)

(Chen): Oh, dear God.

(♪♪)