All language subtitles for The Rookie_S05E16_Exposed.English (CC)

(Nolan): Previously on
The Rookie...

Hi. I'm Dr. Morgan
from the CDC.

My sister is dead.
They need to pay.

I get it. My little sister
was taken away from me

a long time ago,
and I spent most of my life

thinking of all the different
ways I would hurt

the person responsible.

I'm scared.
Elijah is coming for us,

and they're counting on me
to protect them.

(Chen): Metro would be
a good fit for Tim.

-How do you create that opening?
-I don't know, like you said,

the five-player trade.

Lieutenant Pine just called me
15 minutes ago,

-and I'm going over.
-That's great.

Detective Misha Porter.

I teach at the undercover
academy up in Sacramento.

Well, I'm doing some recruiting,
and your name keeps coming up.

I'm here to recruit you.

(insects chirping)

(phone vibrating)

(groans softly)
(Tim): Who is it?

I don't know.

Hello?

(man): Loca, you gotta
stop texting.

I told you I'm grabbing
a drink at Zona Rosa.

I'll be home when I'm home.

(yawns)

Wrong number?
What's happening?

The U.C. I trained with,
distress call.

He needs a covert rescue.
What are you doing?

Backing you up.

(motorcycles passing)

(Vince): A short drive.
What's the problem?

No problem. Just send me the
address. I'll meet you there.

What? You don't trust us?

No, dude. I just told
my old lady I'd be around.
You know how it is.

(car approaching)

-Nono.
-Oh, man.

(Chen): What the hell?
You said you'd be home.

I got three sick kids
and someplace else to be.

-Damn, baby. I'm sorry.
-Damn, man.

You let your baby mama
talk to you like that?

Yo. Who is talking to you?
It's bad enough that you roll

into the club without me,
but you gotta do it with

-all these inbred white boys.
-What'd you just say?

-Did I stutter?
-(Noah): Hey, chill! All right.

She didn't mean nothing by it.
It's just displaced anger

-towards me.
-Mm-hmm.

(Noah): Now, I gotta deal
with this tonight.

Can we hook up tomorrow?

Yeah. Okay.

This right here
tells me something

about your commitment level.

Hey, Vince, you know
I'm down with the cause.

(Chen): Really?

Hey, I'm just trying
to keep the peace!

Okay, let's go.

Damn, you came in hot. Damn.

All clear.

-Noah Foster.
-Tim Bradford.

I'm impressed you managed to
scrounge up backup this fast.

Yeah, I mean, helps
he was sleeping in my bed.

Oh! Oh, you're that Bradford.

Curious to know what that means.

No.
(sighs)

Okay, so, who did we just
rescue you from?

"The Army of Freedom".

Militia group born
in Victorville.

I started running with them
about a month ago.

Still haven't managed to breach
their inner circle yet.

Pushed a little
too hard tonight?

Maybe. But I had
to roll the dice.

They're about to move
something big.

That can't be good.

I need to go brief my guys

in Victorville, then I'll need
a local assist. Is that doable?

100%. We'll set you up
at Mid-Wilshire.

(chuckles)

Damn, it's good to see you,
Hot Pants.

-Hot Pants?
-It's an inside joke.

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

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

(sighs)

-Sorry.
-Excuse me.

-Can I just...
-You know what? We are a mess.

-Totally out of sync.
-What do you expect?

We're living in
Elijah's crosshairs.

(knocking on door)

Who's that?

Oh, I forgot.
Charlie's starting today.

He's the private
security guy I hired.

I thought we agreed
that was a waste of money.

We have two units on us 24/7.

You said it was my call,

and I feel like more security
is always better.

I'm just saying we don't need
some massive Neanderthal

who smells like chaw
and gun oil in our house.

(exhales deeply)

(British accent): Mr. Evers,
Charlie Bristow

from X-Ring Security.

(chuckles)

-You're Charlie?
-Mm-hmm.

Uh, I just assumed
that you were a man.

-(Lopez): Mm-hmm.
-No problem.

Happens all the time.

Please come in.

(chuckles)

Detective Lopez,
it's a pleasure.

-You have a lovely home.
-Thank you.

I'm running late, but first,
can you remind me what your
qualifications are?

(Charlie): Of course.
I spent eight years in the SAS,

working mostly counterterrorism
ops in Iraq and Afghanistan.

Went private the last
three years doing security work
for high-level individuals,

which brought me to Los Angeles.

That's impressive.

Okay, well, we have
units on us 24/7.

Yes, ma'am. I introduced myself
to the officers out front

so we could coordinate
your movements.

First question, do I go
with you or stay with Mr. Evers?

I can handle my own security.

(Charlie): I have no
doubt. I've seen your shooting
record.

Five-time LAPD champion,
pistol and long gun.

Uh, the thought was is that you
would be wherever Jack is.

And I'm working from home today
so I can have you get settled.

Great. Plenty of time
to get to know each other.

Wonderful.

Hey. Honey.

Hey. Hey.
Happy Valentine's Day.

Mm-hmm.

Okay.

(Bailey): No, I'm not
calling you stupid.

I'm telling you,
the package wasn't delivered.

No, I don't want
to be put on hold.

Can you believe this?

Customer service
is an oxymoron.

She is an oxymoron.

(car beeps)

Thank you for driving.
It is never a good idea

for me to operate heavy
machinery when doing this.

Any idea why we're having
a joint briefing?

No, but it looks like Highway
Patrol's already here, too.

Yes. Hi. I'm here.

I don't care
what your system says.

Yes, I've checked
the front door. It's a bike.

I think I would notice
climbing over a bike-sized box
to get into the house.

-I mean...
- Yeah. I'm just gonna...

Hello. This is the homeowner.
We did not receive the package,

and it was not stolen.
We would have caught it
on the door cam.

So either track the package
or just refund her money.

Thank you very much.
There you go.

What was that?

-Just being helpful.
-I was handling it.

-It didn't seem like that.
-Excuse me?

Well, you seemed upset,
so I thought... I thought
it would help.

If I needed help, I would ask.

Actually, that's not true.
You never ask for help.

-(scoffs)
-Even when you need it.

I cannot believe
you are taking her side.

-Nyla, she's my mother.
-It's creepy.

She likes to look at Leah
through the baby monitor.
How is that creepy?

"I noticed your robe
was a little worn out.

I sent you a new one".

Free robe.
What's the problem?

She saw the robe on the monitor

while I was breastfeeding.

Oh.

(sighs)

Cut her off.

(blows raspberry)

(Tim): You're kidding.

Thanks.

-Kidding about what?
-Uh, nothing.

Okay. You left so early.

I had this whole Valentine
breakfast planned.

You were up late.
I, uh... I let you sleep.

Yeah. I'm s... I'm sorry.

It was so nice to catch up
with Noah, though.

-Uh-huh.
-We didn't keep you up, did we?

-No. It's fine.
-Hey. Are you okay?

Yeah, fine.

Yeah, we should get in there.
The briefing's about to start.

Oh.

Finally. I'll get right to it.

This is Detective Foster
with Victorville P.D.

He's been undercover
for the last three months.

Get a good look.
If you see him in the field,

pretend like you don't know him,
but he is one of us.

That being said, Detective.

I've been working a group
called "The Army of Freedom".

Wannabe militia tough guys

who are becoming
increasingly active.

Yesterday, I caught wind
of a new operation.

-Is it some kind of an attack?
-(Noah): Possibly.

But what I did overhear
was talk of sourcing

-lab equipment and chemicals.
-Mobile drug lab?

That was my first thought.

Then we're most likely
talking meth.

For most of these
radical groups,

narcotics is their main
source of income.

And two weeks ago,
my department brought down

-their primary meth lab.
-All those volatile chemicals,

might as well be a bomb driving
around the city.

-Exactly.
-Did you get a plate?

No plate. No VIN.
From the quick look I did get,

it was a older white truck with
a purple or blue faded stripe.

Did you have any luck
reconnecting with them
after last night?

No. My main contact,
Vince Jameson,

hasn't returned any of my texts,
which means I've either

blown my cover
or he's a criminal

with poor social skills.
Time will tell.

A list of known militia members
have been given to L.A. CLEAR.

We'll coordinate through them

to have a central hub
of information.

We're gonna do a full-court
press on this truck.

If anyone sees a vehicle
even loosely matching

the description, let us know,
we'll stop and FI them.

Lopez and I will hit up our CIs,

see if any of them have
heard of a mobile drug lab.

If anyone comes across
the actual truck, isolate it,

-and then call the bomb squad.
-(Grey): All right, that's it.

Be safe out there.

Bradford, Chen, hold back.

I want Metro to be ready
to move on these guys
in a moment's notice.

-Of course.
-Not "of course".

Last week, I needed you
on the check-cashing robbery.

It took Metro
two hours to show up.

-We were on another job.
-That's why you'll be riding

with Chen and Foster today.
So there'll be no delays.

I want this thing
off my streets ASAP.

Yes, sir.

Everything okay with Bailey?

Oh, we started
the day with a fight.

You know, Valentine's Day, it...
it can be a lot of pressure.

No, it's not...
It doesn't matter.

It'll all blow over by tonight.

We were planning on celebrating
tomorrow night anyway.

Mm. Avoid the mad grab
for reservations?

(Nolan): No, we just know
how exhausted we'll be

by the end of the day.

-Why do you say that?
-(Nolan): Oh, you don't know?

Valentine's Day is the most
dangerous day of the year.

(Nolan): Thank you.

So, Sergeant Frey hated Noah.

(chuckles)
I don't know what I did

to piss her off,
but she adored you.

Yeah. I mean, everybody
adores me, right? Hm?

Yep.

Hey, you really think you
were burned last night?

I was pushing pretty
hard to get intel.

Maybe I should have held
my nerve and gone with them.

Noah, you know better than that.

Rule number one of U.C. work...

Never follow to the
secondary location.

No mission is worth getting
yourself killed over.

Yeah, I know,
but it's driving me crazy

I might have messed this one up.

Yeah. Well, hey, have you
called April yet?

She must be thrilled
that you're out.

We broke up.
Well, she broke up with me.

Oh.

Apparently, I was "closed off"

and it was like
"dating a robot".

I'm sorry.

(Noah): Well... I'm starting
to think the undercover life

isn't conducive
to a happy relationship.

Well, I mean, that probably
depends on the couple.

Is that why you're
still on patrol?

New relationship
trumps new career?

No. I've worked a few U.C.
cases since graduating.

Well, one.

Well, far be it for me to judge,

but you were by far the most
talented cop at U.C. school.

Be a shame if you didn't
take the plunge.

All right, our search grid
is zone three,

-La Cienega to Western.
-Copy that.

Sir, can you do me a favor?

Sure. Wait.
All the possibilities

just flashed before my eyes.
Uh, let's go with...

I'll see what I can do.

Well, there's a case file
I was hoping to read,

but since I'm a rookie,
I don't have access.

Oh, sure, I can talk
to Lieutenant Carradine,

see if I can get a copy for you.
Which file is it?

My sister's murder.

-Celina.
-I just want to see

if they've really done
everything they can
to find the guy.

Are you sure that's it?
Because if it were me,

I'd want the file
to try and solve it.

I mean, it doesn't hurt to try.

Actually, in this case, it does.

You know what goes
into those reports.

The details, the photos.

I know what he did to her.
I was there at the hospital.

You were 9. You think you know
what she went through.

If you were to read that report,
those images would haunt you.

And I need you focused
for your training.

Any other file. Not that one.

I'm sorry.

All right, well, let me know
if you hear anything.

Any luck?

None of my CIs have heard
of this mobile lab.

-(phone chiming)
-Got a lead?

Uh, no.

My mother-in-law thinks
Leah looks cold.

-Oh, she's visiting?
-No. No, no, no.

Uh, our baby cam
has a web feature,

and James sent her the link.

So she can feel more connected.
That's great.

Okay. Are you...
Are you taking his side?

Since when is a pro-grandma
stance controversial?

-Lopez, go to channel 13.
-What's up?

The whole mother-in-law
situation... sweet or creepy?

Situational.
Why are you asking?

James hooked her up
with the baby cam feed.

Oh, no, that's definitely
creepy. You need to cut her off.

Thank you.

Now, here's my question.
Wesley hired private security

on the Elijah front, and he says
he thinks he hired a guy,

but this morning,
an ex-British Special Forces
hottie showed up at our door.

-You think he's lying?
-Uh...

More importantly,
what's her name?

-Why? So you can find a photo?
-Uh, yeah.

It's Valentine's Day,
and I'm flying solo.

Charlie Bristow.

Charlie Bris...

Wow.

Damn.

I'm sure she was probably
the most qualified candidate.

This woman is with your
husband right now?

-Yes.
-I would shut that down so fast.

Okay. You guys...
You guys, you are all
overreacting, all right?

Wesley is not the cheating type.

He's not as squeaky clean
as you think.

Wait. Seriously?

There's a meth lab cobbled
together by a bunch

of mouth breathers
speeding through our city.

-We need to focus.
-Why are you so cranky?

First Valentine's Day.

You should be basking
in the glow of new love.

That's right.
What are you guys doing tonight?

We are not talking
about Valentine's Day plans
on an open channel.

(Grey): At least one of you
has some sense.

Nolan, Harper, I need you to
divert back to the station.

We have a developing
situation that needs
immediate attention.

-Copy that.
-Copy.

(Grey): And, Lopez, get that
woman out of your house.

(helicopter whirring)

(siren wailing)

(Juarez): Whoa.
What the hell is all this?

(wailing continues)

(Nolan): Shall we?

Dr. Morgan. I'd say it's
a pleasure to see you again,

but your news is
usually terrifying.

Well, this is no different.

We had a containment
failure at LAX.

What does that mean?

Three travelers
who should have been
pulled aside for quarantine

weren't and are currently
at large in Los Angeles.

What were they exposed to?

Ebola.

Matthew Northrop, Kip Sherborn,
and Robert Betts,

all landed at LAX two hours ago
on the same flight from Nigeria.

We need to track them down
and take them to St. Stephen's
for quarantine.

Based on when we think
they were exposed,

we've got about five hours.

Okay. So just to clarify,
you want us to round up

Ebola patients and,
what, transport them
in the shop with us?

An ambulance in
hazmat mode will meet you
at every location.

But we should wear gloves
and face shields.

Yes. The good news...
Ebola is not airborne.

And if these men are
not exhibiting symptoms,
they are not infectious.

And if they are
exhibiting symptoms?

Exercise extreme caution

and avoid contact
with all bodily fluids.

Great. So it's a regular
Tuesday for us.

We will exercise
all the cautions.

(phone chiming)

Hmm. Matthew Northrop's phone
just pinged at his house,

but no one is answering.

Okay. Send us everything
you have on these guys.

You go grab Matthew.

We will focus
on the other two.

Can do. We'll 9-5-2

when we get Matthew in hand.

(Morgan): Good luck.

(siren chirps, wails)

(indistinct chatter)

This Ebola thing won't be
on the news, will it?

I'm sure it'll
get out eventually.

You don't want
your mom to worry.

I'll just tell her
it's my day off,

and I'll send some old pictures
of me at the beach.

You put a lot of effort
into protecting your mom.

How long has it been
since she left the house?

(sighs)
Five years?

You know, since the case
was never solved,

every guy she sees, she thinks,
"Is that him?

Did he kill my daughter?"
She can't handle it.

That's why you want answers.

I can't pretend it's selfless.
I want answers for me, too.

I know it's the longest
of long shots,

but if there's any chance
I could help find this guy,

I don't care what
I have to go through.

Whatever it is will be nothing
next to what she endured.

I'm gonna do my best
to get you that file...

-Really?
-But I'm going to read it first,

and then decide whether or not
to pass it along to you.

That's all I'm asking for.
Thank you.

You know, you should cut
your mother-in-law some slack.

-Excuse me?
-Look, I'm sure

this is hard for her,
and she's just trying to be
a part of Leah's life.

And she is more
than welcome to do so,

but she does not need
24/7 access to my home.

Come over for brunch on a Sunday
like a normal grandparent.

Okay. And when's the last time
you invited her?

See? Maybe if you
included her more,

she wouldn't go all
George Orwell on you.

Minding my own business
starting now. Yeah.

Mm-hmm, mm-hmm.

(siren wailing)

(indistinct radio chatter)

(Juarez): Is this gonna be
awkward with Bailey?

(Nolan): Only one way
to find out. Hi!

Don't even.

-(Nolan): Yeah,
she's still mad.
-I'm not mad!

I just don't know
how to ask for help.

(Juarez): Oh.
You did not say that to her.

Okay. Can we focus
on the task at hand?
Rhymes with "she-mole-a".

(Bailey): That's not
even a word.

(Nolan): I know.
That's the joke.

It's so much better when you
have to explain the jokes.

(knocking on door)

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

I didn't do it, officers.
And firewoman. Huh?

Matthew Northrop?

Guilty as charged.

Why the face shields?

You were exposed to Ebola
on a recent trip.

We're gonna need you
to come with us.

Wait. What?

Yeah, you might want
to pack some toiletries

-and a change of clothes.
-Are you here alone?

-Uh, yes.
-Who you talking to, stud?

Ebola is spread through
bodily fluids.

Uh, ma'am, you're gonna want
to pack some clothes, too.

You gave me Ebola?

Uh, Mrs. Northrop, I know
this sounds scary, but...

We're not married.

But it said he... Oh.

You're married?

We'll give you a moment
to put some clothes on.

Do I have to ride in the
same ambulance with him?

I'm afraid so.

Baby.

Baby, I can explain.

Did she seem more angry about
the Ebola or the wife?

(pilot): Airship-1.
Still no sign of target truck.

No, I just want to know
if you heard from him.

(laughing)
Nah, there's no problem, man.

I'm just trying
to connect, you know.

Out with it.

(Noah): No, that's not
what happened.

-What?
-What is wrong with you today?

(Noah talking indistinctly)

-Nothing.
-Bull.

You haven't... You haven't even
called me Hot Pants once.

I mean, is it... is it Noah?
Are you jealous?

-No.
-But...

This is about you going behind
my back to get me into Metro.

(Noah): Look, Vince knows
that I'm down to roll.

(chuckles)
I did not.

I had to do something.
You were miserable
riding that desk.

Okay, fine. But how do you
think that makes me look?

-What?
-How does it make me look?

My girlfriend has to solve
my problems for me?

Please tell me this is not some
fragile-male-ego thing.

That is not
what's happening here.

Are you just mad
that I solved this problem
better than you did?

You think that's why I'm mad?

Come on!
We were just trying to help.

"We"? Who else was involved?

Did I say "we"? I meant "me".

Me was trying to help...
I was trying to help.

Oh, they're definitely
freezing me out.

None of my contacts
are getting back to me.

(radio): 7-Adam-100.
L.A. CLEAR just flagged
an incoming 911 call

from one of your militia
members, Vince Jameson.

Would you patch it
through, please?

(Vince): Help. I need help.

(woman): Yes, sir. What's the
nature of your emergency?

(Vince): It got on me.
I can't breathe!

(woman): What got on you?
Sir, what were you exposed to?

(Vince): They left me.

Please. I'm dying.

Dispatch, we need
the address for that call.

(sirens blaring)

(woman): Sir, can you hear me?

We have officers
on the scene and an ambulance
on the way. Sir?

It might be too late.

He might not be alone.
Stay alert.

(Tim): Body.

(Chen): Geez.

Meth did not do that
to his body.

No. That's chemical
weapons exposure.

Look, your militia
is not making meth.

They're making sarin gas.

-(siren wails)
-As if we're not busy enough.

(Tim): It's definitely
a chemical-weapons exposure.

My guess is sarin gas.
I've seen it before.

-Where?
-Sorry. It's classified.

Boys love saying that.
Bring me up to speed?

(Chen): We've been tracking
what we thought was

a mobile meth lab
tied to a militia group.

Oh, you got the lab
part right, but
the cook part wrong.

-(Chen): Yeah, basically.
-As if we're not busy enough.

-That's what I said.
-Accidental exposure?

(Tim): It seems likely. They
were either loading supplies...

(Chen): Or preparing
for an attack.

Worst case, what kind
of body count
are we looking at

-if this is sarin?
-Depends on several
variables...

Concentration of the gas,
population density,
weather conditions.

The good news is,
sarin evaporates quickly.

The threat is immediate
but short-lived.

Well, they'll want
to release it somewhere
contained,

maximize effectiveness.

I'll notify the brass
and the Feds,

put together a target list.

I'll get another rapid
response team in the field.

-(phone ringing)
-What's wrong?

Oh, nothing. I was just checking
on you. The news is crazy.

We're on top of the
sarin gas situation.

I was talking about Ebola.

-There's sarin gas?
-Forget I said anything.

I'll try.

Look, I just wanted to call
and say I love you

and I'm sorry
about this morning.

I'm sorry, too. We're both
under a lot of stress.

Uh, why is Charlie
holding our son?

Oh. Uh, he was fussing,
and she kind of swooped in.

-She's really good with him.
-I gotta go.

Uh, Ange...

(sighs)

(Noah): Vince has a sister
in Eagle Rock.

Well, let's get her down here,
show her what happened

to her brother,
see if she knows anything.

(Morgan): We got a situation.

A friend of our second
Ebola suspect just heard

that Kip's girlfriend
went into labor an hour ago.

Where?

(sirens wailing)

(elevator bell chimes)

(Harper): Sir, I need you
to stop right there.

What's going on?

Seriously, I don't know
what's going on,

but I don't have time for it.
My girlfriend is about

to have a baby, I barely
made it back in time.

I am so sorry, Mr. Sherborn,

but you are gonna
miss that birth.

The CDC believes that you have

been exposed to Ebola.

You need to quarantine
immediately.

Am I g... Am I gonna die?

I... just got my life
together. I was gonna
be a dad.

I always wanted to be a dad.
This can't be happening.

But it is.
And the most important thing
for your family right now

is for you to face
this head on

and get treatment
if you need to, okay?

Yeah. Okay.

Can you make sure
she gets these flowers?

I'm sorry, sir, but those are
gonna need to be quarantined,

too, since you touched them.

Okay. Thank you.

All right.
Kip has been quarantined.

Both he and Matthew
have tested positive,

but since we isolated them
before they were exhibiting
any symptoms,

Dr. Morgan is confident that the
infection stopped with them.

-Well, that's good.
-Yes, that is good.

However, given the timeframe
of the infection,

our boy Robert is probably
about to start exhibiting
symptoms,

if he hasn't started already.

-And that's bad.
-And that is bad.

(phone chiming)

-Is that my sister's file?
-Yes.

Okay. Now that it's really
happening, I'm kind of scared.

-You can bow out at any time.
-I know.

I mean, with cold cases,

what are the odds
her murder gets solved?

Well, DNA testing gets better
all the time,

and there certainly is
a possibility that detectives

missed something crucial
in their investigation.

But cases like this,
a murdered kid,

cops tend to pull out
all the stops.

For white kids, maybe.

The file will tell us a lot
about the quality

of the investigation and if
the investigators had any bias.

(radio): 7-Adam-15.
Priority traffic from CDC.

Last suspected carrier,
Robert Betts, was just seen

leaving an apartment building
near your location.

R.P. says Robert
is headed to work.

Hazmat team is en route.

Copy that. What's the make
and model of his vehicle?

(radio): No vehicle.
P.O.I. takes the bus.

Control, 7-Adam-15,
I need D.O.T.

to shut down bus service
along Victory Boulevard.

(radio): Copy.
Will notify D.O.T.

All right, let's find this guy.

Uh, Nolan, green jacket
at 11 o'clock.

(voice amplified): Robert
Betts, we need to stop you

right where you are.
Robert Betts, LAPD.

We need you to stop
right there.

(Nolan): All right.
Let's get him.

(siren wailing)

(tires screech)

(exclaiming)

(voice amplified): Driver,
I'm gonna need you to pull
the bus over.

Right up there. Thank you.

(tires screech)

(indistinct chatter)

(indistinct chatter)

Nobody gets on or off
the bus, all right?

Robert Betts,
I need you to come talk
to us for a minute.

Why? I didn't do
anything wrong.

(Nolan): Yes, sir. You're not
in any trouble at all,

but it is very important you
come speak with us right now.

Thank you, sir.
Sorry, folks.

We'll have you on your way in
a minute. Right this way, sir.

Come on over here.

Shut the doors.

(Morgan): Hi, Mr. Betts.
I'm sure this is all

a bit overwhelming, but we're
here to help you, okay?

-I don't understand.
-We believe you were exposed

to the Ebola virus on your
recent trip to Nigeria.

sWe're here to escort you
to a quarantine unit,

test you for the virus,

and make sure you get
treatment if needed.

Have you been feeling
sick at all?

Uh, no.

I mean, uh, my nose started
running a little while ago.

-Okay.
-Does that mean we need

-to quarantine everyone else?
-Yes.

They may have been exposed,

even in that short
amount of time.

We'll need to take them to
St. Stephen's for quarantine

-and observation just in case.
-Understood. All right.

-You gotta let me go.
-Cops said no one in or out.

(hubbub)

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

(taser crackling)

(exclaiming)

Look. I'm sorry.

-But I need you back on the bus.
-(groans)

Everyone is going
to the hospital.

All right. Vince's sister
should be landing any minute.

Hook me up.

You think
she'll recognize you?

Only met her once. Wasn't
clear if she was a believer.

(Tim): Ms. Jameson.
I'm Sergeant Bradford.

-Is this about my brother?
-It is.

I'm sorry to inform you,
but... he was killed
earlier today.

What? How?

Let me show you.

-What the hell
happened to him?
-Sarin gas.

But we think you know
that already.

I do not. I have no idea

what Vince has been into.
We barely talk.

Ms. Jameson, your brother's
engaged in domestic terrorism.

The group he was working
with is still at large,

and they're planning an
attack. We need you to tell
us everything you know.

I told you.
I don't know nothing.

Why don't you ask him?

He was with my brother
last time I saw him.

We tried, but he lawyered up.

Okay. Look. I wish
I could help, but I can't.

Now, if you're done
with the questions,

I'm gonna go call my mom,
tell her about Vince.

-(Chen): You hear all that?
-Yeah.

Well, hopefully we spooked
her enough to make a call.

-Thank you.
-Thank you.

Control, target is on the move.
Has she made a call yet?

(radio): Patching the tap
to your unit now.

(woman): It's me.

(man): You shouldn't be
calling.

(woman): What the hell
happened to Vince?!

(man): Martyr to the cause.

He'll be a hero soon enough.

(woman): Yeah. Well, the cops

are right on top of us.

(man): Doesn't matter.

I'm on Pico,
heading for Union Station.

It'll all be over
in 30 minutes.

Let's go.

(pilot): Airship-1, arriving
at target location.

Eyes open for suspect vehicle,
white truck with blue stripe.

All units in the vicinity
of Union Station,

once we get a visual
on the truck,

we need to divert it
onto Mission Road,

where a roadblock
is being established.

-(siren wailing)
-(pilot): Airship-1,
I have eyes

on roadblock units.

7-Adam-15 and 7-Adam-9

are landing
at the roadblock location.

(tires screeching)

All right. Let's get the
gas masks from the war bags.

Are we really about
to play chicken

with chemical weapons after
we played chicken with Ebola?

That's the job.

Better us than the people
at Union Station.

Metro units inbound.

First Team will stage up
with Nolan.

Second Team, stage off-site
with us, bring up the rear.

-Hey.
-I hear there might be

some hazard pay involved.

I'd say sarin gas definitely
qualifies as hazardous.

I mean, you might
even get a medal.

I'd rather have the money.
Can't pay for a wedding
with a medal.

-(phone ringing)
-It's my mom.

If I don't answer,
she'll be worried.

Uh, do it quickly.

Hola, mami.
I can't talk.

No, I'm not working today.

Yeah. I'm about
to meet some friends.

I'll call you after, okay?
Te amo.

All right. Post up.

(drone camera whirring)

(pilot): Airship-1... Contact.
I have eyes on target vehicle.

Heading West on 4th.

7-Adam-7. We see it.

We're gonna spook them
into turning right on Mission.

Hit lights and sirens.
Speed past them to pull
that Camry over.

-(siren wailing)
-He's gonna crap himself.

(Harper): Yeah.
That is what I am counting on.

He will want to get as far
from us as possible.

(pilot): Airship-1,
truck is turning.

Approaching
our street closure.

Come on. Come on. Turn right.
Turn right. Turn right.

(pilot): Truck turning right.
ETA to roadblock, 20 seconds.

All right.
Stay ready.

(sirens blaring)

(tires screech)

(Grey): Nolan, what's
the driver doing?

(Nolan): He's just
sitting there.

(voice amplified): Driver,
turn off your engine.

Throw the keys out
the window, now.

Go.

(drone buzzing)

(gunshots)

Oh, hell no.

(man): Shots fired.
Repeat... Shots fired.

(gunshots)

-Back off a little bit?
-You're no fun.

(voice amplified): Driver,
you are sitting

in a truck filled
with deadly nerve toxins,

surrounded by armed police
officers with gas masks.

Releasing the gas now will
result in only your death.

Firing your weapon again will
result in only your death.

Roll down your window.
Toss the gun out.

Do it now.

(drone buzzing)

(gun clatters)

(voice amplified):
With your left hand,

open the door from
the outside. Climb out.

(drone buzzing)

All right. Step to the front
of the vehicle.

Lay down on the ground,
arms and legs out.

All units, suspect in custody.

We are Code 4.

Nice.

I'm assuming when you said
Valentine's Day was the most

dangerous day of the year,
you were not expecting that.

No. No. Usually it's just
an unending series

of domestic calls.

(cameras beeping off)

Thank you for getting
my sister's file.

Obviously, I don't expect you
to read it tonight,

not after what we just
went through.

I appreciate that.
And I will go over it

in the morning before roll call.

But?

But I did take a quick glance
at it already,

and those pictures
were hard to see, even for me.

Okay.

Nothing I say is going
to dissuade you, is it?

Look, it might be hard to
look at, but she experienced it.

How can I choose to look away?

I'm not gonna pretend
to understand how you feel,

but I have a responsibility
to you to prepare you

for whatever comes your way
as a police officer,

and that includes
your sister's case.

You're not gonna do her
any good by opening this door

before you're ready.
Do you understand?

I understand. But I'm absolutely
going to open it

as soon as I am.

And I'll be right
there with you.

(Reuben and the Dark's
♪ Change ♪ plays)

What is that monstrosity?

So, I did a search
for the best apology flower,

and turns out there are
a lot of opinions.

So I got one of each.

I did not need an apology.

I also took away my mom's
access to the baby monitor.

Because you are right, we
definitely need that boundary.

Now, that I needed.

-(chuckles)
-But, you know, maybe we can

invite her to brunch on Sunday.

Seriously?
Where'd that come from?

You know, I just thought
it'd be nice to have her
over a little more.

I'll extend the invitation.

Happy Valentine's Day?

(laughing)
Happy Valentine's Day.

You ready to go?
I got dinner in the oven,

and your present
is waiting on the table.

Well, there's only
one present I want.

-Oh. Okay.
-(chuckles)

But, I mean, I will take the
one that's on the table as well.

Yeah. I figured
that was a given.

Mm-hmm.
(laughs)

Hi.

Hi.

I get why you're angry.

Even though you were miserable
as court liaison

and I spearheaded an almost
impossible five-player trade

to save you, I shouldn't have
done it all behind your back.

-Is that an apology?
-Yes.

-All right.
-No!

Look, because you never
would've let me work my magic

if I had told you, and then,
I would have ended up

transferring to another station
to save you from yourself,

and... this worked out
so much better.

And if you can't see that,
I'm sorry not sorry.

Okay.

I accept your non-apology.

-Good.
-Good.

So, are we going
to dinner or what?

We are. But your, uh...

your outfit is missing
a little something.

What?

Happy Valentine's Day.

Oh, wow. It's beautiful.

-Did you pick this out yourself?
-I did.

-Is that shocking?
-No.

You clearly have good taste.

Do you want to skip dinner?

No. I'm hungry.

And you're gonna need
that fuel for later.

Hey. Sorry I'm late.

No worries.
Just making some dinner.

So you're not still mad at me?

Oh, still a little mad.
But I'm also really hungry.

Well, that works great for me.

Dare I ask why your anger
has subsided?

Well, I realized that
this was our first fight.

No. What?
That can't be right.

What about, um...

What about the time you lied
about having a husband?

Well, that wasn't
really a fight.

That was me keeping
a secret from you

and you being justifiably upset.

-Hmm.
-It was one-sided.

In a fight, both parties need
to feel like they're right.

Well, I would like to apologize

for my part in our first
real fight.

I... For causing
our first real fight.

Thank you. Moving forward,

you need to stop
trying to fix everything.

And I will start trying
to ask for help more.

-Deal.
-Great.

-Now will you help me cook?
-No.

-No?
-Nope.

(laughing)
What do you mean, "No"?

You don't get to say no.

(laughing)

So, how was your day?

It was quiet in comparison.

But then again, World War II
would seem quiet in comparison.

Mm-hmm.

You're not really mad about
Charlie, are you?

Well, she's not even
in your league.

-I know.
-Hmm.

It was never actually about her.

It's everything...

The pregnancy, Elijah,
sarin gas, Ebola.

I just want one easy day.

(knocking on door)

(sighing)

Sorry to bother you, but a
messenger just delivered this.

There's no card, but it's
clearly from Elijah Stone.

I mean...

You gotta give
the guy credit

for a holiday-appropriate
threat.

That's not funny.

I'm not laughing.

(dramatic music)

(♪♪)