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(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?

(♪♪)