All language subtitles for The Rookie_S05E21_Going Under.English (CC)

(line rings)

(Lopez, whispering): Hey.
I need your help with a case.

Aren't you supposed
to be on maternity leave?

What are you, my husband?

Look, forget I said anything.
What's up?

(Lopez): I have an open file
that's almost ready

to hand off
to the DA's office.

If I take care of it now,
it won't be hanging

over my head when I get back.
Wanna help me out?

-(Aaron): Sure.
-(door opening)

-What you doing?
-Trying to figure out

-the crib assembly.
-In the closet?

(inhales deeply)
It's peaceful in here.

-Who's on the phone?
-Customer service.

(Aaron): Do you have
your order number handy,
ma'am?

-Hi, Aaron.
-(Aaron): Hi.

Angela, I know you're working.

Wrap it up or
I'm gonna call Grey

-and tell him what you're doing.
-(sighing)

In the future, you could
disguise your voice.

I'm not comfortable being
pulled into your web of lies.

Get over it.

I need you to collect
DNA from a suspect.

-I'll text you his name.
-Okay. Do we have a warrant?

(Lopez): No.

Then how am I supposed
to get his DNA?

You wanna be a detective?

Figure it out.

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

(Grey): All right.
Let's get to it.

Special of the day...
Frank Teska.

Frank spent two decades
working his way up

from a street-level enforcer
to a proud boss

of a Renaissance crew
that ran everything from
prostitutes to drugs.

Then Frank's temper
got the best of him.

Took an eight-year fall
for involuntary manslaughter.

Although there was nothing
involuntary about it.

More recently,
that is last week,

Frank exited prison,
and we believe,

took out his brother Ed
to re-establish leadership.

We have prison intel over
Frank's last few months inside.

He was making a push to get
into the ghost-gun business.

Specifically 3D-printed weapons

which are invisible
to metal detectors.

Next-generation ghost guns
are printed

using a high-strength
nylon-based polymer,

which is illegal to buy in bulk
without proper paperwork.

Now, this morning, Metro raided
Ridgeside Chemicals

based on intel that Frank
was about to take a delivery

of 300 gallons of that polymer.

Which leaves Frank
without a supplier.

Exactly.

Which is where
Officer Chen comes in.

She'll be going undercover at
Southland Chemicals in Venice,

the only other local
manufacturer of that polymer.

And I'll be living at
the Langholm Apartments.

So until further notice,
if you see Officer Chen

out in the world,
do not acknowledge her.

All those assigned to support,
see Sergeant Bradford.

Everyone else,
let's get to work.

-Good morning.
-Hey.

-Feeling all right?
-Yeah.

I'm just taking it
a little slow this morning.

I, um, saw some friends that
I haven't seen in a long time.

Oh! You need a little
carefree time.

Just be careful not
to burn yourself out.

I won't. But ever since
we got justice for Blanca,

it's like this weight
has been lifted.

Like, my soul feels lighter.
You know what I mean?

I do. And I'm happy for you.

I even signed up for this
dating app... YouSpark.

I can't remember the last time
I even flirted with a guy.

Well, let's hope
sparks fly soon.

Gotta love a daddy-cop joke.

Hey. I need you to run down
to the morgue for me.

-(Nolan): Fun. Why?
-Remember NoHo Doe?

I do. A torso found
in North Hollywood.

No definitive cause of death
and no means to ID him.

It was a dead-end case
I took on to keep skip-tracer
Randy out of jail.

-Was that the right decision?
-Definitely not.

But I have to solve it now.
To that end,

an arm was found near Silver
Lake Reservoir this morning.

Gotta be connected
to the torso, right?

-No pun intended.
-Not necessarily.

There are a surprising amount
of severed limbs in this city.

(Juarez): Mm.

Oh.

Thorsen, what are you doing?

Looking for DNA.

It looks like
you're moonlighting

at the sanitation department.

Yeah, I can see how
you could think that.

You know, it's not often
that you find a young

budding detective
with this amount of dedication
to solve a case.

Tell me you came by
this evidence legally.

I mean, I might have committed
a minor trespass

to gather evidence,
but per police procedure.

Translation: you walked
on the suspect's property,

dug through their trash bins,

and brought all their
trash here.

-Basically.
-Well, you're not

sorting through that filth
in my station.

Get it out of here.
And, Thorsen,

this table better be spotless
when you're gone.

Yes, sir.

-I called Hard Luck.
-What... Really?

He's such an unreliable C.I.

(Tim): No. He's just a little
twitchy sometimes.

He's the only informant I got
who has an in with Frank Teska.

So he's gonna point Frank
in the direction of your new
identity at Southland.

Yeah. Or he'll go on a three-day
bender and wake up in Reno.

No, he won't, 'cause I told him
it was for you.

He knows it's important to me.

Aww. Undercover love.

(laughs)

(examiner): I'm sorry
to say the new arm is not
a match for NoHo Doe.

Yeah. I figured it was
too much to hope for.

But the method of amputation
on it is confounding.

-How so?
-I've never seen such

well-defined traumatic
separation of tissue.

I honestly don't know
what instrument was used

-to remove it.
-A katana? Light saber.

No and no.

Any idea what was used
to chop up NoHo Doe?

Definitely a blade,
done postmortem,

but I have no idea what
the cause of death was.

I did find evidence
that your torso owner
had a hip arthroplasty.

So if we find a severed limb
with hip hardware,

-it's most likely our guy.
-Exactly.

And then, I'll be able to
ID him off the serial number.

Outstanding. Thank you
very much. Shall we?

Looks like we're going
on a leg hunt.

-This job is so weird.
-(chuckling)

(soft music)

Hello. I'm Larry Ellis.

And you must be... Jamie Hall.

I can't tell you how excited
I am to be part of this--

Oh, uh, it's... it's nice
to meet you, too, Larry.

Um, maybe you could
show me to my office.

(Nolan): It's not the right leg.

It is a right leg.

No. I mean,
it's not the correct leg.

But we'll take it
off your hands.

Twenty bucks.

Five?

Anything you need, I'm here,

so just let me know.
(chuckles)

And again, I am so happy
to help the LAPD.

NYPD Blue is my favorite
TV show, so you can imagine.

Uh, Larry, I really appreciate
the offer, but, you know,

the best thing
you could do for me

is to treat me like
all your other employees.

And, you know, this should
really be the last time

that you mention the LAPD, okay?

Yes. Of course. Copy that.

(chuckles)

Uh, I've been practicing
all the lingo.

-No lingo.
-No lingo.

Yeah. Okay.

I'm just a regular
plastic salesperson.

(clicks tongue, chuckles)

(phone ringing)

-Jamie Hall.
-(Tim): You all set up, Jamie?

(Chen): Yeah. All good.

Although we should probably
keep an eye on my boss.

He's a little overeager.

Want me to have a talk with him?

No, no. I've got it.
Are you good?

Yeah. Yeah.
We got you covered out here.

Wherever you go, we go.

Well, that's comforting.
But I meant, like, are you good?

Do you mean
do I miss you already?

No. I'm fine.

You are such a jerk.

Hey, will you keep an eye
on Tamara for me?

You know, just check in on her
every once in a while?

Of course.
Don't worry about her.

I'll keep an eye on her.
You just focus on the job.

(Chen): How long do you think
this will take?

(Tim): Day, week.

Couple months. Hard to tell.

(Chen): Oh. Do not finish

this season of Top Chef
without me.

(Tim): I can't make
any promises.

(Chen): Do you ever wish
you had a normal job?

(Tim): One where people
don't shoot at you?

Not once.

(Chen chuckles)
(Chen): Yeah. Me either.

False alarm.
It's only a foot.

(Tim): Making any friends?

(Chen): There's a lovely
lady... Delores.

She's got a lot of cute
stories about her grandkids.

This past weekend, apparently,

Little Jimbo ate
a dozen marbles.

Well, well, well.
What do we have here?

I've been going through
this dude's trash for days,

and I can't find a single thing
with his DNA on it.

Seems pretty impossible, right?

'Cause I basically leave
a trail of DNA everywhere I go.

Whoa, whoa. TMX.

It's actually "TMI", Smitty.

"Too much information"?

Pretty sure I'm right.

Earwax. Yes. Let's go.

(Tim): Is the monotony
getting to you?

(Chen): I don't mind it.

I just don't want it
all to be for nothing.

Frank must be in a rush to
make those guns and get paid.

Can't be much longer.

(Tim): I'm sure
he's checking you out,

seeing if the story Hard Luck
has fed him is true.

(car door opening)

-Hi.
-Good morning.

We need to talk.

I'm sorry.
Do I know you?

No, but I know you.

I know your real name's
not Jamie Hall.

(Chen): Look, I don't know
what you're talking about,

but if you'd like
to buy plastics,

I'm happy to invite you in.

Otherwise, that...

Lisa Thompson.

Born in Flagstaff,
currently wanted

on two counts of felony fraud
for cashing bad checks.

Now, you want me to go inside
and tell your boss

or are you gonna take
a little ride with me?

Why don't we go for a walk?

(suspenseful music)

(Chen): So... what do you want?

(Frank): To get to know each
other a little better.

If we're gonna be in business,

we gotta establish
a rapport, trust.

Who said we're doing business?

Me.

Look, I came to L.A.

to start over,
so I am very respectfully
just gonna pass, okay?

Yeah. Well, that's not
really an option.

I need access to certain
protected plastics,

and you need
to not go to prison.

(Frank): But this is a very
low-risk thing for you.

If a few barrels a month
get misplaced,

that kind of loss is normal,

and it's built into
the company's profit margin.

I just need you to hide
the missing inventory
from your boss.

You do that, and I'll pay you
5,000 bucks a month, huh?

How's that sound?

Tempting, but I think
I would just prefer

to give my notice today
and let you make this deal

with the next girl
that sits behind my desk.

Look, I'm trying
to be nice here, hmm?

But the alternative
to you saying yes

is me drowning you
in that canal.

So how about you get on board?

Like, right now.

Yeah. When you put it that way,
I guess I'm in.

Great. We'll have
dinner tonight,

hammer out the details, hmm?

I'll pick you up
at your place at 8:00.

-Okay.
-(Frank): Good.

(chuckles)
(Juarez): Liar. Liar.

Mentiroso.

Liar.

So, how goes the online dating?

Uh, a giant cesspool
of self-absorbed narcissists
with no love to give.

(chuckling)
Sounds like my childhood.

And yet you're still swiping.

I mean, 'cause they all look
so good, you know?

And then, you do
a little digging

and find out they're actually
10 years older,

four inches shorter, married,
with children,

and just looking
for a side piece.

Prime example.

Oh, he's handsome.

Not unfamiliar. That's...

Oh, my God!
Is that Smitty?

I know. I mean, he was a slice,

but that is false advertising
for a profile pic.

(Nolan): I'll say.

-How did you and Bailey meet?
-Oh.

She just showed up
at my door one day.

A gorgeous, multitalented,

half-naked woman
wrapped in a towel.

And now we're engaged.

-I hate you.
-(laughs)

My point is I wasn't looking.

That's when love shows up.

(radio): 7-Adam-15.

R.P. found a leg at
the Hollywood Reservoir.

Do you want the call?

Yep.

Hey. You called about the leg.

(man): Yes. Uh, Scott.

We were out for a walk,
and Buddy here found it.

I've been trying
to get him to let go,

but he's become quite attached.

Oh, no problem.
All we have to do is offer him

something he wants more
than a severed leg.

-You always carry dog treats?
-Yeah. Tip from a friend.

Hey, Buddy.
Here you go.

-(dog growling)
-(Nolan): Easy. Easy. Easy.

-(dog barks)
-Wow.

-(dog barking, growling)
-Okay. Really?

You choose a rotten leg
over chicken waffle bits?

Yeah. He does this sometimes.
Last month, he fell in love

with an avocado and carried it
around till it was mush.

-Is he a rescue?
-Uh, yeah. Yeah.

Took forever
to get him to trust me.

Now he freaks out
if my mom gives me a hug.

Ah. Territorial.
Makes sense.

Um, he has attachment issues.

Maybe if I get a little closer.

(dog growling)

-Can I?
-Uh, yeah. Sure.

(dog growling, barking)

-Oh.
-Hey.

(barking stops)

-That's a good boy.
-Nice.

(Nolan): There. You see
the metal hip joint?

Coroner can use that
to identify the body.

Is there anything else
we can help with, Officer...

Uh, Celina.
No, thank you.

Okay. Come on.

Hey. How'd I do?

The dumpster diving
was a good tactic.

The DNA was a match.

Yeah. One man's trash is a
pregnant woman's case closed.

Thanks for helping me out.

(Aaron): You know, I could
take on another.

I mean, every time I work
one of your cases,

I'm learning just a little bit
more to help me make detective.

All right.

There's this one witness
to a liquor-store burglary,

but I can't get him
to talk to me or any cop,
for that matter.

Oh, I bet I can
get him to crack.

The guy hates the police.
It's impossible.

But now I have to stop talking
to you because Wesley

is staring me down hard.
But I'll send you his name.

Wrong number.

Oh.

-Hey.
-(Tim): What's up?

How you doing?

Better, now that we've got
some movement on Frank.

I was bored to early-onset
rigor mortis.

Yeah. Crooks have
their own schedule.

We call it dope time.

So where are we, casewise?

Yeah. He made contact.
Asked me to dinner.

Romantically? Like a date?

(Chen): Mm, ostensibly,
it's about business,

but he did just
get out of prison.

So odds are he's hopeful for
a little somethin'-somethin'.

Legally, there's two
forms of entrapment.

The first is offering
so much money that an otherwise

reasonable person commits
an illegal act.

The second is sex.

Yeah. If a U.C. puts
sex or love on the table

as an inducement to crime,

it automatically
becomes entrapment.

(Wesley): The courts realize

that love makes people
do crazy things.

Right. So... I'm...
Should we cancel dinner?

No, but keep it professional.

If he starts saying
that he's doing it for you

or for love, you gotta walk.

Yeah. Hey, should I, uh, push
a little about his brother?

No, because you're still trying
to build a foundation.

Once he trusts you,
he will hang himself.

But we should get a decent
wire for her,

because he could get
a little handsy.

All right. I'll pull the top
of the line from HIDTA.

We'll reconvene and brief
two hours before your date.

Any questions?

-You okay?
-Five by five.

You gotta treat this
like any other op

and treat Lucy
like any other U.C.

I know.

Whoo. Man.
It really reeks in here.

Yeah. Grey is not happy
with Aaron.

(phone chiming)

-Another match?
-Ugh. I don't know.

There are seriously
no good men in Los Angeles...

-who are single, of course.
-What about Scott?

The citizen with the dog?
I don't know. What about him?

Well, based on your little
interaction before,

-I'd say he was interested.
-What are you talking about?

-No, he wasn't.
-(Nolan): Yes, he was.

-Oh, my gosh.
-Why are you smiling?

Because for someone who's
so connected to the universe,

you seem a little blind when it
comes to the romantic signals.

What signals?
There were no signals.

-There were signals?
-(laughs)

Okay. That's not funny.

(Chen): You're right.
I'm a little freaked out.

I've never done anything
like this before.

If I get caught,
I'm looking at serious time.

Prison's not so bad.
You do your time,

meet new business associates.

Most importantly, you learn
what you're really made of.

Helps you see the world
more clearly.

What did you learn?

Family can't be trusted.

Yeah. I hear that.

I mean, the whole reason
I cashed those bogus checks

was 'cause my dad
stole my rent money.

My brother made
a move against me.

I put him in his place.

(Chen): What place is that?

Get down.

(gunfire)

(gunfire, glass breaking)

(screaming)

(gunfire continues)

(hand taps, engine revs)

(Chen): Put that away.
They're gone.

Shots fired.
93107 Wilshire Boulevard.

Black Honda Accord headed east.

(radio): Copy that.
Units are on their way.

In pursuit.

(tires screeching,
siren wailing)

-We gotta help these people.
-We gotta go!

Cops are on their way!

(screaming continues)

(sirens blaring)

(tires screech)

(honking)

Suspects are out
of the car and on foot.

Driver is a Black male
with a hoodie. Headed north.

I'm in foot pursuit
of the shooter.

He's a white male, brown pants.
Headed south.

(dog barking,
siren wailing in distance)

(gun clicking)

You're under arrest.

-(handcuffs clicking)
-(helicopter whirring)

Let's go. Get up.

-You okay?
-(Tim): Yeah.

Gun was empty.
I got lucky. Otherwise...

What the hell was that?
Were they shooting at you?

They weren't gunning
for the busboy.

Mm-hmm. Well, it's been nice
knowing you.

-Hey.
-You're not backing out here.

Our deal's still on.
You understand me?

Yeah. Just relax, okay?

I'm... I'm scared.

I just have never been
shot at before.

I have. You'll get used to it.

Do you know who's after you?

Two choices...
His guys or my guys.

His guys who? Your brother?

Yeah. Some of his people
didn't come on board

when I took over,
and some of my people

might be feeling I'm weak enough
to take a shot at.

But they're gonna find out
quick how wrong they are.

Well...

Look, I am in way over my head.

I get that I don't have
a choice on whether or not
I'm helping you.

But if you could just keep the
body count out of my backyard,

that would be great.

No promises.

Are you okay to get
home by yourself?

Yeah. No problem.

Thanks for dinner.

Yeah. I'll be in touch.

(engine starting)

(car driving away)

(cellphone clicks, line ringing)

-Hey. You okay?
-(Chen): Yeah. You?

Yeah. I am now.
We got the shooter,
but the driver got away.

Meet me at the laundry
room in your building.

Yes. See you in 30.

(door opening)

-(Tim): Hey.
-That was really scary.

Yeah. I about had
a heart attack.

Does Frank know
who took a run at him?

Not for sure, but he's clearly
in a tenuous position,

-even with his own crew.
-If you need to tap out--

No. The fact that
he can't trust anyone

actually strengthens my in.
He needs an ally. I can be that.

And hopefully bring the whole
thing down from within.

-Has he tried anything?
-No.

But I can handle it if he does.

I know.

Knowing and feeling okay about
it are two different things.

Look, it's not my first time.

I know. It's probably
what makes it worse.

All right. Now is not the time
to talk about this.

I know you'll bail
on the operation

if you don't feel it's safe.
So if you're good, I'm good.

-I'm good.
-(Tim): Good.

I gotta get back
to the station.

Grey's waiting
for a status update.

(Chen): Wait... No. Hey.

Lock the door first.

(train horn blowing in distance)

Told you there were signals.

(Juarez): What?

Okay. Now I'm nervous.
What do I say?

Well, start with "hello".
I'll be over here.

(whistling)

-Hey!
-Hey!

Hey. Hi.

-Hey, Buddy!
-(dog whimpers)

Look what I have for you.
Here you go.

Yeah. Buddy was wondering if we
could, uh, get that leg back.

-He really misses it.
-Oh. Sorry. It's evidence.

So he's just gonna have
to find another one

which I've discovered
it actually isn't that hard
to find in Los Angeles.

Wow. Good to know.
Also terrifying.

Well, do you need anything else?
'Cause my boss is waiting.

Uh, no. Well, yes. Sorry.

I've been
on dating apps so long,

I've forgotten how to ask
someone out in real life.

Dating apps are the worst.

Wait. Are you about
to ask me out?

I am. Uh, do you want
to get dinner tonight...

or tomorrow or, really,
whenever you're free?

I'd like that. I know a great
place with a dog-friendly patio.

Oh, we love
a dog-friendly patio.

Great. It's a date.
That rhymed.

Yes, it did.

Uh, don't be late
or I'll be irate.

(Juarez): Mm.

-Yeah, I went a little bit far.
-Just a little bit.

-(Nolan): Celina!
-I gotta go.

But, uh, here.
Here's my card.

Call me or text me or whatever
people do these days.

Okay.

-Hi.
-Hey. Uh, good news.

The M.E. got the serial number
off the prosthetic hip joint

from that last leg.
So he is no longer NoHo Doe.

His name is Trip Linden,
and he was reported missing
a month ago.

Well, who reported him?

-(laughing)
-Dude, it's ridiculous.

Hi. Uh, Detective Harper.
Thank you for coming in.

Can you tell me your names
so I know who's who?

Um, Mark.

Hank.

Okay. Great.
And, uh, I understand

you are both friends
with Trip Linden.

Yeah. Yeah. Did you find him?

I'm afraid we did.

Parts of him.

Wait, wait.
What does that mean?

We found his torso
and one of his legs.

-(sniffs)
-(Juarez): They look scared.

(Nolan): Dismemberment is scary.

That doesn't mean
they're guilty.

-(exhales sharply)
-That's messed up, man.

I'm sorry to be the bearer
of such upsetting news.

Were the three of you close?

Yeah. Yeah.
We hung out all the time.

Yo, he had the sickest
collection.

Have you ever shot an RPG?

(chuckles)

Trip owned an RPG?

No. No. I mean,
not if it's illegal.

Look, he definitely
never broke the law.

Okay. And I understand the two
of you reported him missing.

Yeah, 'cause the last time
we saw him,

he was heading to Vegas, um,
to meet up with some chick,

and he just never came back.

I mean, if they have something
to do with this death,

they wouldn't have
reported him missing.

You'd be surprised
how many people think

that'll throw us off the scent.

(Harper): Uh, can you
describe this woman?

Oh. No. Sorry.
We never met her.

Maybe she did something
to him, you know?

Like... Like she was
the lure to some sicko.

Theorizing.
That's never a good sign.

Maybe they're just trying
to be helpful.

They're trying to offer up
another suspect.

All right.
We will look into her.

Did Trip have any enemies?

No, no. Trip was the best.
Yeah. Not that bright, but...

Hey. Yo. Don't speak ill
of the dead, man.

-Come on.
-Sorry.

-He was not that bright?
-(Mark): No. He... He just...

He didn't make
the best of choices.

But he was a great guy. Really.

Either of us had a problem, and
he was always there for us.

See if you can corroborate
any part of that story.

(Juarez): Will do. And I'll
check their social media, too.

I've become a black belt in
Googling the lies out of men.

-(bell chimes)
-I'm here, y'all,

in the belly of the beast.

Tune into the next video
to see what happened.

Oh, and, uh, remember
to like and subscribe.

Mr. Perry, thanks for coming
in to talk about the robbery.

You're welcome. But like
I told the pregnant detective,

I don't want to get involved.
I only came in to shoot
some ClipTalk videos.

Hey, look. I get it, okay?

You don't want
to talk to the cops.

Most people don't.

But we know you saw the robbery.

You were right outside
the store when it happened.

So is there anything
you remember of the driver
or the car or an--

Not a chance.

Look, I got 4 million
followers on ClipTalk.

-What? No, you don't.
-Yes, I do.

I could tag you,
get your name out there.

You'll have to do
better than that.

Dance challenge.

(hip-hop music)

(Grey): What in the hell?

Sorry, sir.
Just, um, cracking another case.

-(laughing)
-(Grey): What in the hell?

This is awesome. Uh, guy
who robbed the liquor store...

license plate started
with 3-J-R. Silver Accord.

3-J-R. Yes! Okay.

(tires screeching)

-Get in!
-(Tim): Frank.

-Now!
-Yeah. Okay.

-What's wrong?
-I know who shot at us.

I gotta take him down.
I need a lookout.

(engine revs, tires squeal)

-(gun cocks)
-Where are we?

This is where
all the magic happens.

3-D printers are inside.

Okay. Wait. So you think
it was one of your guys
who took a run at you?

Yeah. Grant. You stay on here.
Call me if you see anything.

(suspenseful music)

-(phone ringing)
-Hey.

Why are you here?

Okay. So, Frank's driver
was the shooter,

and now I'm acting
as his lookout while he goes
inside to kill him.

What exactly is my play here?

(Tim): First priority is to stop
a murder, so be a good lookout.

Every cop in L.A. is about
to land at this location.

(Chen): Okay.

All right. Bye.

8-500. I need additional
units at my location.

Code 3.

(hip-hop music playing)

(men laughing)

Hey. We gotta go.
The cops are coming.

-How?
-I don't know,

but we don't have much time.

Frank, you are
an ex-con with a gun.

I don't know
anything about law,

but I'm pretty sure
that sends you back.

Let's go. Come on.

(sirens wailing in distance)

(engine revs, tires squeal)

(tires screeching)

Car matches Morgan's description
of the robbery vehicle.

Anything inside?

Not that I can see,

but I haven't checked
the trunk yet.

(car door closing)

-Whoa!
-Whoa!

(coughs)

Air fresheners are just
making it worse.

7-Adam-7.
I have a possible 187.

Alley off a 1700
block on Tustin.

Send detectives and T.I.D.

(dance music playing)

Police!

Anyone in there?

Show me your hands.

(music stops)

We got another body.

(phone chiming)

Looks like this guy died
of a heart attack.

(Smitty): How can you tell?

His search says
"signs of a heart attack".

Okay. So... After a successful
burglary spree,

Heart Attack and Trunk Guy
get into a disagreement, right?

Which leads
to Trunk Guy's death.

And then Heart Attack
puts Trunk Guy in the trunk,

tries to cover the smell
before he can decide
what to do with him,

makes it all the way back here
to the auto shop

and then, the effort was
a bit too much and...

-(snaps fingers)
-...pop goes his heart.

That's some good detecting.

I know, right?

(Juarez): Vegas PD struck out.

They have no record
of Trip coming to town
with the mystery woman.

But I.T. was able to get
into Trip's cloud account.

Turns out he enjoyed making
videos with Mark and Hank.

-What kind of videos?
-Not that kind of videos. Worse.

In one of the clips,
they shot a cow with an RPG.

What is wrong with people?

After combing through
several soul-crushing hours

of footage, we found that.

(gunfire, men laughing)

All right.
What am I looking at?

The idiots got their hands
on a. 50-caliber machine gun.

(gunfire, laughter continue)

They're just blowing up
watermelons.

Right. Until Trip goes out
onto the range, and...

(gunshot, laughter stops)

There goes his head.

-Trip!
-He's dead! What do we do?

Well, that is definitely
enough to get a warrant.

Right. So what do you say
we let SWAT go and take care

of arresting the heavily
armed survivalists?

Where's the fun in that?

-(laughs)
-Let's go.

Wait. She's...
She's kidding, right?

I'm afraid not.
(sighs)

(exhales deeply)

That was crazy.

How the hell am I supposed
to go to the office after that?

-(gun cocks)
-You got 10 seconds

to convince me you're not a cop.

I'm not a cop.

Then how the hell did you
know they were coming?

A police-scanner app.

I can show you.

A what?

A police-scanner app.
Can... Can I just...

Look.

I have never been
a lookout before, okay?

So when you ran inside,
I thought this might be useful.

I downloaded it,
and the first thing I heard
was the warehouse address.

I-I almost peed my pants.

You could've just run,

left me inside to get killed
or arrested.

Why didn't you?

Honestly, it didn't occur to me,
although at this moment,

I... I really,
really wish I had.

(exhales deeply)

When you're about
to be released from prison,

those last few weeks,
you're just dreaming, you know,

about the outside world,

all the things you're gonna do,
all the meals you're gonna eat,

all the money you're gonna make,

the women you're gonna...

-Well, you get it.
-Yeah.

But, you know, then you get out.

The world's different.

It's moved on without you.

And the place
you thought you held in it

doesn't exist anymore.

You realize you've, you know,
lost a step or two.

Eight years is a long time.

Yeah.

And I wasn't exactly
a millennial when I went in.

There's gotta be other things
you were dreaming about inside

besides money, food, and women.

Yeah. My kid.

But she took off when I got out.

Why?

Look, I was never a good dad.

Always wrapped up in being
the tough guy, causing mayhem,

getting paid, making money.

She... Well, gave her
no time at all.

She deserved better.

You could reach out now,
try to fix things.

Where is she?

Ah, Ohio.

She tried going off the grid so
I couldn't find her, you know?

But I found her pretty easy.

You could visit, you know,
try to make things right.

Nah.

She'll never forgive me.

Maybe not.

Even if she doesn't, though,
it'll matter that you tried.

I just met you.
I don't know you.

But it really seems
like you don't want to be living

your life like this anymore.

(chuckles)

(Frank): I should go.

Okay.

Hey, uh, thanks again.

And I'm sorry about,
you know...

Threatening my life
on multiple occasions?

Yeah. Bygones.

(engine starting)

Frank... I'll see you later.

(chuckles)

Not if I see you first.

(phone ringing)

Where are you?

I'm outside the cover apartment.

Frank just dropped me off.

We grabbed Grant
and the other two.

Got enough weaponry to hold them

until we try to get
a ballistics match

for the restaurant shooting
and Ed's murder.

Yeah. Fingers crossed.

I think this op is done.

(Tim): You sure?

Yeah. I mean, he's got
no crew, no products.

It's over.

-That's too bad.
-(Chen): Why?

I was looking forward to
another laundry-room hookup.

We couldn't find his fingers.

He tried to evade arrest
using a grenade launcher

and... failed.

(groaning)

Hey, uh, I put a BOLO
out for Mark.

Hopefully, we can get him
before he finds out

there's an arrest warrant
for him.

-(bell chimes)
-Right.

Oh, I don't think
that'll be a problem.

Hey. Excuse me. I heard
my friend was brought in.

Some kind of
explosives accident.

Mark, hey.
Hank is... is in treatment.

Uh, we just need to talk to you.

Stay back.

We didn't mean to hurt Trip.

It was an accident.

(grunts)

Nice work, Mama.

O/B appointment?

Yeah. What?

I couldn't just stand here
and do nothing.

Detective. Grey said you were
looking for me.

Uh, yes. Remember that arm
the M.E. flagged at the morgue?

Yeah. The one with the,
uh, unique cut.

Yeah. Well, it might not have
been related to NoHo Doe,

but it is related
to a case in Arizona.

A coroner there found an arm
that was severed

with that same mystery tool,

and both were done while
the victim was still alive.

That's horrible.

And it means we're looking
at a possible serial killer.

-Should we be calling the feds?
-Yeah. I already did.

-(woman): John Nolan.
-(Nolan): As I live and breathe.

Simone Clark.
What a pleasure to see you.

Pleasure to be seen.
What up, girl?

-Hey, Simone.
-Does this mean Garza's unit

-is taking this case?
-Oh, yeah.

It's the reason
I joined the FBI...

so that I could swoop in
and steal the thunder

right out from under local
law enforcement.

Technically, you're not required
to rub our noses in it.

But where's the fun in that?

Why don't you bring me
up to speed on everything,

and then I can steal
your theories and pawn them
off as my own?

-(ultrasound whirring)
-Baby looks great.

Angela, you're on
the home stretch.

Thank God, because I'm strictly
at the loafer stage.

I can't tie
my shoelaces anymore.

(laughing)

Hey. Sorry to interrupt.

What are you doing here?

I, uh, just wanted to deliver
the news in person.

I texted you to meet me
in the lobby.

Seriously?

Baby, you know how I feel
about open cases.

I promise I'll be ready
to nest after this.

Please tell me
you closed the case.

Oh, better.
I closed seven cases.

Well done, Officer Thorsen.

I'll make sure Carradine
knows you stepped up.

Yeah. And also, thank you so
much for the opportunity. Yeah.

You know, Aaron is a great
girl's name, too. So...

(claps hands)

We... We were waiting
to be surprised.

(exhales deeply)

I need a big meal, a hot bath,
and some quality sexy time.

And then I'm gonna
sleep for 24 hours.

What? What is that? What?

It's... Isabel used
to always crash after
a long-term assignment.

It would take her months
to come back to life.

Well, this was only a week,

so I think one night's
sleep will do me.

You know what?
I do have to come clean

about something, though. Um...

I know I made you promise to not
watch Top Chef without me,

but I couldn't wait!
I'm sorry.

-Bad girlfriend.
-No.

-No.
-No! I'm sorry!

Horrible.

So...

Why didn't you tell me
you almost died chasing down

the shooter at the restaurant?

Because I didn't.

Who told you?

It doesn't matter.

Set aside the fact
that you left it

out of the report
so I wouldn't find out.

I did not.

(exhales sharply)

Okay. The gun was empty, right?

So this is much ado
about nothing.

Besides, I know for a fact that
you don't tell me everything

that happens to you
when you're undercover.

No. No.

You know for a fact
that Isabel didn't.

If this is gonna work
between us,

I need to know that you can see
the difference.

Of course I can, okay? But...

Know this. I need you
to take it seriously

if I ever sound the alarm
about something.

Otherwise, the pain
of what I went through
will have been for nothing.

And I can't lose you
the way I lost her.

You won't.

I'll walk away
before it ever gets close

to anything like that, okay?

I promise.

(Nolan): Good luck on your date.

Thank you.
I'm really excited.

Maybe I should just throw
some tarot cards,

you know, just to make sure
Scott and I have a future.

Or maybe you should just
live your life

and see where it takes you.

-Oh, that's so much scarier.
-Yeah, sure.

But it's that discovery that
makes it so much more special.

Look, take Bailey and me.

We have not landed
on a wedding date yet,

but I know when that day comes,
it's gonna be amazing.

You're getting married
in September.

(laughs)
Nice try.

We're not talking about
anything before next spring.

That's nice. But trust me,
it's gonna happen in September.

Because you threw down
some tarot cards?

-No.
-Don't stay out too late.

Have fun and text me
when you get home.

Yes, sir.

Hey.

What do you think about
getting married in September?

(♪♪)