All language subtitles for The Rookie_S05E20_S.T.R_.English (CC)

(Nolan): Previously on
The Rookie...

Isabel, I've been trying
to find you.

-Are you okay?
-I'm fine.

That was my wife.

-You were a nurse?
-No, a cop. Narcotics.

Hi. It's Skip Tracer Randy.

I'm a bounty hunter now.

Promise you'll call me
if you get into any trouble.

-Of course.
-Weird guy.

Mm-hmm.

(coughing)

Bailey?

(retching)

(gasps)
Ooh!

(Nolan):Are you okay?

Why is alcohol?

You and Libby really tore it up,
didn't you?

I didn't even hear you
come in last night.

I'm officially too old
to do shots.

-How many did you do?
-Which bar?

Yikes.

Well, maybe you should think
about not trying

to relive your college days.

It is all Libby wants to do.

She says it makes the other
360 days of diaper changing
more tolerable.

Like tonight, she wants to go
to some underground party

where a van picks you up on a
street corner

-and blindfolds you.
-Yeah, that's not a party,

that's a kidnapping. Just
tell her you don't want to go.

-I can't.
-Why not?

Dude, last night
was so much fun.

Oh, thanks again
for letting me crash here.

But don't tell Roger
if he calls.

I'm using the hotel allowance
to upgrade our festivities.

-Why are you down there?
-Oh, I'm, um--

I'm just posing for this
photography project

that I'm working on.
It's like the disconnect

-between beauty and, um...
-Aging.

Not aging. Consumerism.

-Fun.
-(Bailey): Mm-hmm.

Well, I'm gonna go
for a run.

-Do you want to come?
-Yeah, of course.

Just let me put my clothes on.
I'll be right there.

You are in no shape
to go running.

I can't let her beat me.

That is a super mature attitude.

Shut up and hold my hair.

Okay.

Oh. You had the clams.

(theme music)

(mumbling)

That looks good.

-Mm, thank you.
-Mm-hmm.

Hey.

(clears throat)
There are other rooms

in the apartment for that.

I thought you were sleeping
in today. No classes.

I was, but then I was pulled out
of my slumber

by the smell of pancakes.

-(Tim): Yeah?
-(Lucy): Yay.

You want some? One or two?

-Uh, three, please.
-Three?

(doorbell rings)

No, wait, wait. Um, shoot.

I totally forgot. Um...

Isabel, uh, texted me.

She's in town
and needed to talk,

so I-I just told her to
come here. I hope that's okay.

Oh, yeah. Um. Of course.

Hey, I'm sorry. I meant
to tell you after you got
out of the shower,

but, you know, I got in
the shower, and...

-Stop.
-Oh, please, stop. I'll get it.

-Sorry.
-It's okay.

Hi. You must be Isabel.
I'm Tamara.

Hey.
(chuckles)

Hey. Look at you.
You look great.

(Isabel): Oh. Thanks.

Amazing what a few years
of sobriety does for the skin.

-(Tim): Yeah.
-It's nice to see you
again, Lucy.

Thanks for letting me crash
your breakfast.

No, no, not at all.
Um, can I get you something?

-Wouldn't say no to some coffee.
-Okay. Yeah.

Come over here.

-(Tim): When did you get in?
-(Isabel): A few hours ago.

(whispering): Is that
the Isabel? The ex-wife Isabel?

Stop. You're so loud. Yes.

Tim invited her here?
That's weird, right?

No. I mean, it's totally fine.
It's...

It's a little weird.

I'm gonna do a little digging.

-No.
-Yes, I am.

Tamara. Seriously, don't.

(Tim): So, is everything okay?

Yeah, I'm fine.
But I need your help.

I worked a UC assignment
eight years ago

before I fell from grace
infiltrating the Teska family.

Oh, I know all about them. Yeah,
they're big time in Sylmar.

Guns, drugs, prostitution.

Yeah, but back in the day,
they were up-and-comers.

But they had big ambitions.
The boss was Frank.

He had a 10-year-old daughter,
Dara. Great kid. Super bright.

I'm sure you took her
under your wing.

Yeah. I mean, someone had to.
He was a single dad,

barely paid any attention
to her. I was part of the crew,

so I was at the house all
the time, and we became close,

in that weird way
you do when you're pretending
to be someone else.

But after we arrested her dad,
I scattered, you know?

Left that identity behind
and went on to the next case.

I hadn't heard
from her in eight years.

-Until now.
-Yeah.

I had an answering service
through the department

as a firewall between that life
and my real one.

Last night they forwarded me
a message from Dara.

(Dara): Nikki, it's Dara.
I know it's been forever.

I don't even know
if you still check this

but I'm scared
and I didn't know who to call.

Sorry, this was dumb.
I shouldn't have--

-(tires screeching)
-I have to go.

I called her back a few hours
later, no answer.

Ran a quick social media check,
reached out to her friends.

-No one's seen her.
-And you can't go knocking

on doors in the old neighborhood
'cause you're out of cover.

-Exactly.
-(Lucy): Mm-hmm.

You know, why don't you come
down to the station?

I'll get a warrant
for her phone.

-We'll find her.
-Thank you.

Yeah.

(light hubbub)

(groans)

Well, that's where that
lives now.

(Grey): I got it.

Show off.

You can start maternity leave
at any time.

(sighs)
Too many open cases.

I-I'll take my leave
in a couple weeks.

Alright.

Are you sure you're okay?

I have to pee every five
minutes.

There's a stabbing pain in both
my hips and I barely sleep.

But I am glowing, right?

Radiant.

Thorsen. You're assigned
to Detective Lopez

as her personal aide until
further notice.

Yes, sir. Thank you.

Don't thank me yet, son.
(scoffs)

Officer Thorsen at your service.
What you need?

Honestly? Antacids.
Like a lot.

I bought this on my way
into work this morning.

You know, I don't think you're
supposed to take that many.

Antacids it is. You need
anything else while I'm out?

No. Uh, yes.

Canned Chilorio.
Sinaloa style.

I don't think canned
meat's gonna help

with your indigestion.

On it. Yeah.

-And a cherry soda!
-(Thorsen): Got it!

What?

(Isabel): It's weird
to be back.

Yeah, well, at least
it's under better circumstances.

-Much.
-Bradford. Welcome back.

-Isabel?
-Hey, Smitty.

I almost didn't recognize you
without the, uh--

Greasy hair and track marks?

No. I was gonna say the badge.

Good to see you.

Welcome back?
Were you on vacation?

I was on leave for a shooting.
I just got cleared.

-You okay?
-Yeah. Well, mostly. Yeah.

Lucy thinks I should start
meditating.

-(chuckling)
-I know, right?

The famous Isabel.

Yeah. You ever work with her?

No. But I knew of her.
First as a rock star UC,

then as a cautionary tale.
Why is she back?

Uh, an old case.

Are you okay with that?

Why wouldn't I be?

It's not a big deal.
I mean, he-- He's over her.

I know that. I'm just
making sure you do.

-Totally. I-- Stop it.
-(chuckling)

So I did a deep dive
on Isabel.

-Yeah, what deep dive?
-(Tamara): The one we talked
about.

-Mm.
-I'm pretty sure she's single.

And she's working with a police
officer support network

in Santa Fe while she gets
a degree in social work.

See? I mean, it sounds
like she's built a whole
new life for herself.

-This is amazing.
-Sure.

Or she wants Tim to see
she's doing well.

He did say
she looked good.

Okay. Why then
would she agree to meet

at his new girlfriend's
apartment?

Keep your enemies close.
I'm just saying.

Tamara.
(sighs)

(Tim): Chen, let's move.

-Dara's uncle's on his way in.
-Goodbye.

-Hey.
-Hey.

-Good morning.
-Morning. Where's your boot?

Oh, uh, Grey gave her
a personal day.

Rookies don't get personal days.

Well, I guess if anyone
deserves an exception,

it is Juarez.

Side note. Got something.

Bailey has a friend from college
visiting us right now.

Oh, let me guess. They are
partying like it's 1999.

I have never seen Bailey
so hungover.

I have a friend like that.
She texts me every Friday night

at midnight to ask me
what I am up to

as if I do not have babies
at home.

(chuckles)
Alright.

So when does
Princess Bad News leave?

-(cellphone ringing)
-Tomorrow, which is good.

I don't think Bailey's liver
can take another day.

Oh.

Do not answer that.
Oh, you--

Randy? Is this another
butt dial?

Nyla Harper, you jokester.

I would never dial you with
my buttocks.

No, actually, I have a teensie,
tinsie frage for you.

Hypothetically,
when is trespassing a crime?

Always.

But what if you're trying
to help somebody?

Randy, I don't know
how to make this any clearer,

do not trespass.

Okie dokies. Danke schoen,
my wisest friend.

-What was that about?
-I hope to never find out.

Thanks for coming in.
I'm Sergeant Bradford.

(Tim): We got a call
this morning about
your niece, Dara.

Oh. Ed always gave me
the creeps.

He used to talk directly
to my chest.

-What did you do?
-Nothing.

I was trying to get a foothold.
I needed him to like me.

Said she seemed to be in a bit
of distress last night

and hasn't been able to get
in touch with her since.

I haven't seen her since
yesterday morning.

She's 18. She comes and goes
as she pleases.

What friend was this?

I've got her name written down
over at my desk.

Um, listen, what I'm trying
to figure out here,

can you think of any place that
Dara might like to hang out?

-A boyfriend's house?
-Not that I know of.

You sure this isn't just
an excuse to jam me up,

business I'm in?

No, sir. No, this is purely
a welfare check on your niece.

You know, her dad gets out of
prison tomorrow.

What's his relationship
like with her?

Any strife about him
coming home?

Nah. Nah, we're excited
to have him back.

Gonna throw a party.

(Tim): That's great. You
did bring up your business.

I mean, is there any chance
that could be connected to her
disappearance?

Look, you--

-You keep saying "disappeared".
-(suspenseful music)

She'd probably just sleeping
one off at a friend's house.

Of course. Yeah, well, listen,
if you hear from her, uh,

please give me a call. Okay?

(woman): Right this way,
Mr. Teska.

Any chance we can get
a warrant on his phone?

Not based on
what we have so far.

You should talk to Frank.

See if it's all one big
happy family like Ed said.

Hey, I need a sure fire
hangover remedy.

-(cellphone ringing)
-Uh, pickle juice.

Harper says pickle juice.
Thank you.

-What now?
-(Randy): Hypothetically,

if a person did end up
trespassing

-and then found a dead body--
-Whoa! Dead or murdered?

(Randy): Uh...

Hypothetically murdered.

Okay, look, whatever
you do, do not touch it.

-(gasps)
-(Harper): In fact, don't
touch anything.

Especially if it looks like
it was related to the crime.

-(squeaking)
-(gasping)

Uh, hypothetically, if I,
uh, fell in the man's blood...

Okay, seriously,
what is going on?

Randy broke into someone's
house, found a murdered man,

-and then fell in his blood.
-(Randy): Hypothetically.

-Police! Show me your hands!
-(siren wailing)

-(man): Right there.
-Uh, Nyla, I have to go.

(officer): Don't move.

Cut it out.

Oh, there you are.
Meine bestest freunde.

-Hey, Randy.
-You know this nut job?

I do. Which is why
I need to ask for a favor.

Let me take over this case.

Oh, forget it. It's the easiest
solve I ever had.

I'm not gonna just hand it
to you.

-Yeah, he didn't do it.
-Like hell, he didn't.

We have been communicating
with him all day.

This is just a really bad case
of wrong place, wrong time.

No, no, no. I am excellent
with time, I'm German.

Randy, you're not helping.

Please? Look, in exchange,

I will take something else off
of your plate.

What's a case that has been
giving you grief?

NoHo Doe.

-(groans)
-(hisses)

Ooh, that sounds fun.
What's a NoHo Doe?

A torso found
in a vacant lot

with no definitive cause
of death, no witnesses,

and no way to ID him.

You give us this case,
I will take NoHo Doe.

Deal.

Dieter's all yours.

It's Randy.
Dieter was my uncle.

He is not a very good
detective.

What's up, guys?
What's the haps?

Randy, we need you
to tell us everything

about why you were
in this house.

Don't answer that.

What are you doing here?

Representing my client.

Monica is your lawyer?

How do you two even
know each other?

He's helped me track down
a few...

hard to locate witnesses.

Oh, ja , that guy was
hard to find,

but no one hides from
the fingers

of Skip Tracer Randy.

Look, we are just treating Randy
as a witness in this case,

not as a suspect.

We just want him to tell us
what he knows.

That's fine.
As long as I'm present.

-(groans)
-My freedom has been restored.

What should I do with this
second chance at life?

Eat a ghost pepper?
Oh! Declare my secret love

to an unsuspecting
friend?

Definitely not the last one.

(Randy): Oh, just
the ghost pepper, then.

(Thorsen): Okay, so what's next?

(sighs)
(Lopez): Inter-departmental
meeting.

I've been looking forward
to it all morning.

The chairs are super comfy
and the donuts are heaven.

I mean, you could always just
buy yourself donuts.

-Free donuts taste better.
-(cellphone chimes)

-Oh, crap.
-What?

They switched the location.

To where?

-(sighs)
-(Thorsen): Oh.

I can do this.
(sighs)

-Yeah, you can do this.
-Yeah.

(groaning)

-I can't do this.
-Okay, you know what?

How about I just go and
grab you a donut

and I can FaceTime you
in the meeting?

-Deal.
-Yeah.

(groaning)

(sighs)

You know what?
Uh, I got you. Yeah.

(Randy): I met her at a bar.

-Met who?
-The woman who hired me.

To do what? Uh, just--
Randy,

just pretend like
we don't know anything.

Right, okay, so a bar
is a place where people--

-I'm giving him back to Scanlon.
-Hold on.

Randy, I know linear thinking
is difficult but try.

Emily Johnson.

She'd read online about
my fame

as a skip-tracer-bounty-hunter
and asked to meet me.

-At a bar?
-Exactly. Yeah.

She told me she was
being stalked by a man
named Nelson Friske,

and would I scare the "bejesus"
out of him?

I don't know who is this
"BeJesus",

but is he, like, from
the sequel?

Uh, yes. Okay, so you showed up
at Nelson Friske's house,

-and he was already dead?
-Oh, as a dormouse.

Who exactly is Nelson Friske?

A 43-year-old day trader

with a prolific side hobby
of being an Internet troll.

Oh, so potentially dozens
of suspects.

Yes. Which is why we need
to find this Emily Johnson.

Uh, do you have
a phone number for her?

-Ja , I can send to you.
-Great. Now you go home.

Why? I want to be
with you guys, my partners.

Sorry, Randy. You're just
too close to this one.

So I think legally, it's best
for you just to sit at home

and wait for us
to unravel this mystery.

He's right. Go home.
Stay out of trouble.

Of course. Because "Trouble"
is not my middle name.

It's actually Randy. Randy
Randy. Yeah, if anyone cares.

So, how long have you been
dating Lucy?

-A few months.
-Mm.

Are you seeing anyone?

I was. And then I wasn't.
And then I was.

You know the drill.

They were nice, it's just...

you set the bar really high.

(ringing)

-Here we go.
-(clears throat)

Frank Teska,
I'm Sergeant Tim Bradford.

I'm in charge of locating
your daughter. She's missing.

What do you mean, missing?

-Did you talk to my brother Ed?
-I did.

Said he hasn't seen her
since yesterday.

Has she been in contact
with you at all?

(sighs)
Not recently.

I get a card at Christmas.

Not for Father's Day, though.
Can't say I blame her.

But can you think of anywhere
she might go when she's upset?

I don't know.

I mean, who'd go after Dara?

She's never hurt anyone.

Yeah, I mean, you've made
a lot of powerful enemies.

Is there any chance
someone's trying to get
to you through her?

Mm. No one would dare.

Okay, well, if you think
of anything...

She's a good kid.
(sniffles)

She deserves better than...

Find her.

Yeah, we're doing
everything we can.

Yeah. Thanks.

How long till he makes
the call?

(man on radio): Sergeant,
I have the tap on that call

-from the prison to Ed Teska.
-Patch it through.

(Frank): Where the hell is
my daughter?

The police are telling me
she's missing.

(Ed): Relax. She's a teenager.
She'll turn up.

(Frank): When I'm out of here
tomorrow,

you and I are gonna have
to have a talk.

I'm hearing things and
I'm not happy.

(Ed): Stop listening
to the rumors.

People are trying
to come between us.

-And don't let them.
-(Frank): Find my kid.

(line clicks)

Well, maybe Ed's telling
the truth.

Maybe he doesn't know
where Dara is.

Maybe, but he is
a professional liar.

He once had Frank convinced
someone greenlit a hit on him,

had him running from
his shadow...

The motel.

What?

When Frank thought
he'd been greenlit,

he told me to take Dara
somewhere safe

while he dealt with it.

We stayed at a motel
by the beach.

-Maybe she's there.
-Okay.

(Harper): So, the number Randy
gave us for Emily was a fake.

(Nolan): Well, then, I'm
guessing her name was fake, too.

Well, if she is one of
Nelson's victims,

a fake name would make sense.

She wouldn't want us
to track her

through her online
communications.

But then why involve Randy?

To create reasonable doubt.

I mean, it wouldn't even have
to be a good frame job

in order for it to work.

All her lawyer would have
to do is point

to the 6'4" German man
found at the crime scene

-covered in the victim's blood.
-(cellphone ringing)

Oh, speaking of.

Tell me you are at home.

Are you familiar with
the Britney Spears classic

Oops! I Did It Again?

(sirens wailing)

-(suspenseful music)
-I have to go.

See you back at the station.

Let me see your hands!

Hi, Jan and friends.

Randy, you are making it
very difficult for us
to not prosecute you.

I was just trying to help you
guys find the real killer.

If you find a lead,
just text us.

The good news is we know
that fake Emily's real name

is Ariel Riser.

Uniforms found $5,000 in cash
in her bedroom,

along with a note that had
your phone number on it.

Hmm, so someone paid her
to frame my client

and then killed her
to cover their tracks.

Yes, that is what it looks like.

But the question is why Randy?

Was he just a patsy, or
does our killer hold a grudge
against him, too?

Why would anyone have a grudge
against Skip Tracer Randy?

-Everybody loves me.
-Right.

But pretending they don't,

why don't you give us a list
of all your bounties

and skip traces
from the past five years?

Hopefully one of the names
on that list will match

one of Nelson's victims
and we will have our killer.

Great, and I will start looking
at Nelson's social medias--

No, you will not.
You will get us that list,

and then you will go home.

Randy, as your lawyer,
I'm begging you to stay there.

You are no funs. You are zero
with the funs.

You're like a monkey
allergic to bananas.

(Bailey): Please remind me why
we had to drive all the way

to this specific coffee cart

instead of the one
five minutes from my bed?

Because they have a liquor
license and--

-Hi.
-Oh, hang on.

Please tell me we did not come
all the way here

so you could meet up with
some guy.

What? We've been chatting online
and he asked if we could meet.

-Is that why you came to LA?
-No.

Come on, Bales, please?
I need this.

-What about your husband?
-Ugh, whatever.

Roger's in love with
his physical therapist.

(sighs)

-Okay, fine.
-Yes.

But I'm staying here with you.

I'm not having you get murdered
by some random man

-you met on the Internet.
-(squeals)

You are the best.
Grab us some margaritas?

(seagulls crying)

(Isabel): Dara and I stayed
here for a week.

We ate junk food, swam in
the ocean, danced on the bed.

I know it doesn't sound
like much,

but when you're spending every
second of the day on high alert

waiting for it all to go
sideways,

it feels good just to...
breathe.

I get it.

'Cause I held my breath

every time you left on
a long-term assignment.

And then you'd come home and...

And I'd still be gone
in my head.

No matter how much I wanted
to be there with you.

Anyway. Um, so,
is that "escape"

why you think Dara will
come here?

(sighs)
I don't know.

I could be projecting.
Just... she was scared.

She called me for a reason.

Maybe it's 'cause this is
where she felt safe.

Okay, well,
if she does come here,

you're gonna need backup,
right?

You're not a cop anymore.
No gun, no badge.

So Lucy's on her way here.

I can't believe after everything
I put you through,

you're dating another UC.

I know.
(chuckles)

(inhales deeply)
But Lucy's different.

She isn't a junky in waiting?

You know that is not
what I meant.

I know. I just--

Seeing you again brings it all
back up, you know?

I do.

I still have not been able
to find a connection

between Friske and Randy.
What about you?

Uh, no. But I did make a list
of all the people

that Friske was trolling who
seemed most likely to kill him.

-Who's at the top?
-Brian Cole.

He is an accountant
from Glendale.

Friske hacked Cole's
dead wife's ClipTalk account

to send him taunting
messages.

-That's sick.
-Yeah.

But he has an airtight
alibi.

Next on the list
are a chef in Venice

whose restaurant closed
after Friske posted a wave
of fake reviews

and a gym owner
in Hollywood

who lost his wife after
Friske leaked DMs

he'd sent
to a female employee.

-Mm.
-Hey, Nolan,

-your fiancée's here.
-Oh, great. Uh, reception?

Holding. Just got brought in
for being drunk in public.

Hm.

Excuse me.

Uh, hey. Why haven't you
arrested Randy yet?

He's been found
at two murder scenes.

Okay, I know from the outside,

-it doesn't make any sense--
-To the DA,

it looks like you took Scanlon's
case to help out a friend.

Tell the DA to come say
that to my face.

Look, I know that's not
what's happening here,

but if you don't make some
headway on a new suspect soon,

the DA is talking about
going over your head.

Alright. Thanks for
the heads up.

-Of course. Where's Angela?
-Uh, lunch. Again.

Again.
(chuckles)

(Nolan): Thank you.

-Hey.
-Hey.

-What happened?
-Libby took me on her date

with a guy she met on
the Internet.

He turned out to be a creep.
She started throwing fists

and ran away
when the cops showed up.

Okay, I'm starting to think
that maybe

Libby isn't the greatest
friend to have around.

-I know. I'm just so tired.
-(cellphone ringing)

And I just really want to go
home and sleep.

I am so sorry. Um, Randy, this
really isn't a good time.

John. I found the killer.

I'm in the trunk
of his car right now.

Randy combed through
Friske's troll accounts

and came to the same
conclusion I did.

Brian Cole is a prime suspect.

Except for the fact that Cole
has an airtight alibi.

Exactly. But Randy
didn't know that,

so he went to Brian's house
to "gather evidence"

and... hid in the trunk
of Brian's car

when Brian came out to take out
the trash.

-And now he's stuck in there.
-Okay.

(Harper): Is that the car?

-That's him.
-(siren wailing)

Okay, we got to get him out
of there on the DL.

Otherwise, the DA
is gonna flip out,

have the case reassigned,
and throw the book at Randy.

I might have an idea.

(sighs)

-How you doing, sir?
-Uh, good afternoon, Officer.

License and registration,
please.

So, we received a call
saying that you swerved over
the double yellow line.

Have you been drinking
today, sir?

Absolutely not.

Okay, great. Can you step out
of the car, please?

In front of the car.

I'm gonna give you
a little field sobriety test.

-Oh, that's not necessary.
-Stand on your left foot,
please.

Yep. Uh-uh-uh.
Eyes on me, sir.

Can you recite the alphabet
backwards,

only saying
every other letter?

Um... Okay, uh, Z.

-(Harper): Uh-huh.
-X.

(whispering): Wow!
This is exciting!

-Shh. Stay down.
-Got it.

(whispering indistinctly)

-V.
-Yeah.

T...

-(Harper): Leg up, please.
-Uh, higher? Yeah?

-P... Uh, P.
-Alright. Thank you.

Does that mean I can go?

Uh, yeah.
Uh, drive safe out there.

Okay. Yeah.

Wow, that was thrilling.

I felt like Thomas Cruise in
Missions Impossible.

Do you have any idea
how stupid that was?

-No.
-We already looked
into this guy.

He had nothing to do
with the murder.

Okay, I know you want to help,
but involving yourself

with this case will only give
the prosecution

more ammunition
against you at trial.

-Oh, wait, does this mean
I have to go home again?
-Oh, absolutely not.

No. Obviously, you cannot be
trusted to stay out of trouble.

-So you are coming with us.
-Whoo-hoo! Reunited partners!

When am I issued
a service weapon?

-Oh, my God.
-(Tim): Oh, here she is.

Alright, be careful
out there, okay?

You haven't seen Dara
in eight years.

You don't know what
she's gotten herself into.
She's not a kid anymore.

And it's been a minute
since you've done this.

Yes, sir.
Always the protector.

-You wired up?
-Yeah, the receiver's
in my car.

-Hey, thanks for helping out.
-Yeah, of course.

You have a history
that might work here?

I've got a backstory
that puts me in Chowchilla
for two years.

Let's go with that
if we have to,

-say we met there.
-Done.

(Lucy): I got to admit,
I was hoping to, uh,

pick your brain a bit.

(chuckles)

(static hissing)

You want to know
my cheat codes for dating Tim?

-What? No.
-(chuckles)

No. I've got him
all figured out.

(static hissing)

No. I wanted to ask you
about your time undercover.

I mean, you are a legend.

The cases you closed,
the people you put away.

I know it didn't end
the way you wanted.

No, it, uh... it didn't.

I'm sorry. I...

I guess what I'm trying
to ask is

with all the bad things that
can and did happen, um...

You want to know
if it was worth it?

Yeah.

Um, honestly, uh,
I-I can't answer that.

Mm.

Being undercover derailed
my entire life.

I-I lost my husband,
my job,

my self-respect.
Almost lost my life.

But I-I can't put all that
on being a UC.

Plenty of people make
it out without becoming
a full-blown addict.

There were just-- There were
things from my past that...

Anyway, I, um...

From what Tim tells me,

you have much healthier
coping mechanisms.

Being a UC is hard.

You have to keep secrets
from the people that are
closest to you.

And you live in this constant
state of fight or flight.

That wears on your relationships
no matter what.

But if you go in
with your eyes open,

and you're prepared to make
those sacrifices,

your experience might be
different than mine.

I hope it is.

(Thorsen): Yeah, Unis brought
this guy in.

He's suspected of attacking
his boss with a bat.

Suspect wore a ski mask.
No DNA.

But the boss is convinced
it's him.

-So we need a confession.
-That would be ideal.

(sighing)

Good afternoon, Mr. Hayden.
I just have a few questions,

and we'll have you out of here
as soon as possible.

I didn't do anything.

Hold that thought.

(groans)

-What's wrong?
-Gotta pee.

(rhythmic music)

(sighs)

Where were you
at the time of the attack?

Uh, the bathroom.

(♪♪)

(sighs)

Again?

(♪♪)

(gulping)

Ah!

Did anyone see you?

Um, I'm not...

(belching)

Sorry. Never get pregnant.

I'm basically disgusting
24-7 now.

(rhythmic music continues)

Should I call somebody
to take over?

Nah, I got him right
where I want him.

(chuckles)
Okay.

(snoring)

How would you characterize your
relationship with your boss?

Ah, uh... Normal.

I mean, you know how bosses
can be.

Hold that thought.
I have to pee again.

It was me!
I attacked him.

He called me an idiot,
so I went and got a bat.

Just please let me out
of this room.

Great, let me get some
paper so we can write up
your statement.

-(groans)
-(Thorsen): How about
I get it?

Ah.

(♪♪)

(Nolan): The Venn diagram of
the people Randy knows

and the people he annoys
is a circle.

Yeah, but who did he annoy
enough to want him dead?

That's the tricky part. Hey,
did we say you could get up?

It is so boring over there.

I think I could be more
helpful here,

working the case with
my partners.

-(cellphone chimes)
-Where do we start?

Randy, who just texted you?

Oh, that's
from my friend Cooper.

Cooper Logue? He owns a gym?

Ja! You know the Coops?

Is that the guy that
Nelson doxed

for sexting his employees?

Yes. Randy,
what did he text you?

Oh. Oh, just a hilarious
indoor joke.

Yeah, Randy, that's
the symbol for death.

He's actually
threatening you.

Oh, no. That is ridiculous.
We play pickleball together.

He sends me this emoji
to let me know that I killed
it on the court.

Oh, he is
such a good sport.

I've defeated him I think
21 times in a row,

and he does not mind at all.

-Oh. I see now.
-(Harper): Mm.

Context is very important.

I think Cooper Logue
is the one who wants me dead.

Randy, I think
you might be right.

Do you know where
we can find him?

-I do.
-The only problem is

we don't have any hard evidence

tying him to either murder.

What if he tried to
kill me, hm?

I will be your decoy duck.

No. Randy, we can't do that.

Oh, come on. Just say yes.

I would go there,
get him all riled up.

Say provocative things to
get his angry juices flowing.

No need. I think
you can just be yourself.

Oh. Really? You think
that would do it?

I got a great feeling
about this.

There he is.

Well, I wouldn't have
pegged him for a pickleball
guy, but alright.

You ready to do this?

Ready.

Really think
he'll take the bait?

Hey, Cooper. Ready for Randy
to hand you your hintern again?

Yeah! What's up, man? I'm gonna
treat you like Seabiscuit.

Oh. Well,
there's your answer.

(rhythmic music)

(grunting)

Hey! Drop the German!
Put the German down!

(cellphone ringing)

(Tim): Hey, you get the issue
with the wire sorted out?

Yeah, we're all good.
It got disconnected somehow.

(chuckles)

-(Lucy): Check, one, two.
-Alright, gotcha.

-(Isabel): There's Dara.
-(Lucy): Babe, we got to go.

Time for you to put
Nikki back on.

Let's see if I still got it.

(tense music)

Hey, it's Nikki.

Look at you.
You're all grown up.

I didn't think
you'd actually come.

Well, I'm here.
You gonna let us in?

Who's she?

Amber.

Nik brought me for, uh...
emotional support.

Your message made it sound like
things were popping off.

Thought we could use
some backup.

So, how do you guys
know each other?

I did a stint in Chowchilla.

That's where you've been
all these years?

For part of it.
Listen, I know I left
without saying goodbye,

but when your old man
got busted, I had to bounce

or I would've been
picked up, too.

-I didn't have a choice.
-Right.

Everyone else gets to leave,
and I get left behind.

What's going on, D?
Why'd you call the old number?

My dad's getting out
tomorrow.

And last night I heard my uncle
talking about taking him out

so he doesn't have
to hand back the crown.

Hey, it's Bradford.

-What's up?
-We found the kid.

She says Ed Teska ordered
a hit on his brother.

I'll alert the prison.
Get him put in solitary

until he's released.

Hey, four shooters
just showed up at the motel.

I need backup, code-3.

(line ringing)

-Hey, what's up?
-Four shooters just landed.

You got less than a minute.

Two are going in the front,
and two are going around back.

They're here.

-Who?
-How many?

Four. Tim says
we've got 60 seconds.

-Who's Tim?
-Is there a back window?

-Someplace you can escape to?
-There's a balcony,

-but we're on the second floor.
-What the hell is going on?

-Who are you talking to?
-Put me on speaker.

Look, if you get caught up in
there, it's a fatal funnel.

-What else you got?
-I say we take the hallway.

Do a feigned retreat
to the south.

Dynamic entry on
opposing adjacent rooms.

Take long angles. Wedge out and
post up till backup arrives.

But I'm gonna need a weapon.

-(Tim): That's not bad. Lucy?
-Yeah, I can do that.

-How long until backup arrives?
-Backup's en route.

What the hell is going on?!
Who the hell are you with this--

This hallway-wedge-post crap?!

We're cops. I'm retired.
She's active-current.

-You were undercover?
-I know it's a lot, but--

You're the reason my dad
was sent to prison!

-You lied to me!
-Dara, please. I can explain.

But right now we need to focus
on getting--

(dramatic music)

-(gunshot)
-Get back!

(tense music)

(man): Get back here!

(siren wailing)

(gunshots)

(screaming)

(groaning)

(panting)

(man): Hold still!

It's okay. Alright?

We got you. You're safe now,
alright? It's okay.

Hey. I thought you weren't
leaving until tomorrow.

I changed my flight.
A car will be here any moment.

Oh, a car?
I can just take you.

That's not necessary.

Is something wrong?

I have something I need
to talk to you about,

but I just don't know how.

How long have
we been friends?

You can say whatever
you want to me.

I think you might have
a drinking problem.

I might have a drinking
problem?

Listen, I've done my best to
keep up on these yearly visits,

but I'm a mom of two now,

and I just don't have it
in me anymore.

I don't know how you manage with
all of your jobs and hobbies,

but I'm afraid you might be
an alcoholic.

(cellphone chimes)

Oh, that's my ride.
I hope you're not mad,

and I hope that you take
what I said to heart.

Oh, I heard every word.

Why don't we take
next year off

and just give me a little time
to get my life together

-and things, you know?
-I'm proud of you.

Yeah.
(breathes sharply)

(rhythmic music)

(bell dings)

Guys, that was so much fun.

Not by my definition,
but you do you.

No, actually, you--
Yeah. Stop-- Stop doing "you".

And stop accepting jobs
that break the law

or put you in danger, please.
For all of our sakes.

I will. As soon as
I help this mysterious

and glamorous widow discover
who dumped her husband's body

in the reservoir.

Wow. I joshed you good.
That's the plot to Chinatown,

a classic film. Want to
come over tonight and watch it?

-I have plans.
-No.

Okay. Rain check, it is!

-Get better soon.
-I will do. Bye!

Hey, Sarge. Need something?

I'm here to escort you
to your car.

Oh, I just have
some paperwork to finish.

No, you're going home.
And you're going to stay home.

I don't want to see you
back here

until you've given birth
to this child.

-Understood?
-Yes, Sarge.

Good.

Relax. Kick your feet up.

Let Wesley dote on you.
You deserve it.

Thank you.

Where are you going?

(sighs)
To pee and get a snack.

You just live five minutes away.

You think she'll be okay?

I hope so.

-And you?
-Yeah.

You know,
when you go undercover,

people always warn you about
the fear, the danger,

but no one ever talks about
how hard it is

when you have to leave
someone behind.

And it's not like
you could come home and
talk to me about it.

This girl was clearly important
to you,

and I'd never heard her name
until this morning.

Patrol just found
Ed Teska murdered
in an alley in Koreatown.

-Made a run at the king.
-And his daughter. And missed.

That gets you killed
10 times out of 10.

-You want me to tell her?
-No. I got it.

(soft music)

I don't even know
your real name.

It's Isabel.

I know you're going through
a lot right now,

but it is vital that you don't
tell anyone I was a cop.

It would endanger not only me,

but everyone who helped me,

whether they knew who I was
or not.

Meaning I'd put myself
in danger, too.

Tell me the truth.

Was I just a way for you
to get to my dad?

At first, maybe.
But you needed someone.

Your dad barely remembered
to feed you.

And I saw how alone you were
at a moment

where I felt alone myself.

So I looked out for you,

and took care of myself
in the process.

I have something difficult
to tell you.

Your uncle's dead.

Good. He tried to kill me.

The police are pretty sure
that your dad ordered it.

And he's getting out
of prison tomorrow?

Yeah. You gonna be there
when he walks out?

No. I got money hidden away.

I'm gonna disappear
for a while.

I need to figure out what
the hell I want my life to be

and whether my dad will be
part of it.

If you ever need me,

you know the number.

Thanks for coming
when I called.

Any time.

(Lucy): Oof.

Do you want a beer?

Yeah. Sounds great.

She seems good. Happy.

Isabel?

-Mm.
-Yeah.

Yeah, she deserves it.

♪ Feed that restless heart
Restless heart ♪

♪ It's burning up
You're burning up again ♪

It was nice to get to know
the uh,

actual person behind
all your stories.

Is that what you were doing
when you turned your mic off?

-No.
-Mm?

We were talking trash
about you, of course.

-Funny.
-Mm-hmm.

♪ Not on my own,
not on my own ♪

Can I share something
vulnerable with you?

Yeah. Of course.

♪ Not on my own,
not on my own ♪♪

I love working undercover.
I love it.

But, um, you know, I've never
gone as deep as Isabel did.

Six months here,
a year there--

And you're worried you won't be
able to handle it?

No. Um...

I'm worried that you won't.

I'll be fine.

-Yeah.
-Okay? I will.

Come here.

(sighs softly)

(rhythmic music)