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- Previously
on "The Rookie"...

- I can't just go back
to the way things were.

- Are you breaking up with me?
- I'm sorry.

- Blair London,
rookie police psychiatrist.

She had leverage on Mad Dog.

- She's blackmailed one cop,
there may be more.

- Someone is trying to kill me,
and I need to know who.

- I want you to help me
break out of prison.

- Jason.

- Who are you?
- Her boyfriend.

And you are?
- Her husband.

[gunshot]
- Nolan!

- What's wrong?

- Oscar and Jason
just escaped from prison.

[plane roaring overhead]

- SWAT says ten-minute warning.
We should get down there.

Unless you want to
sit this one out.

- No, I'm good.

- With all due respect, sir,
nobody would fault you.

You're one day back
from being wounded in the line.

- Got to get right back
on that horse, Officer Juarez.

Especially a man
of a certain age.

- I would guess getting shot
in your hindquarters

might make horse riding
problematic, sir.

- You making fun,
Officer Juarez?

- Not at all, sir.
- Good.

Still got three months left
in your training.

It's imperative you
stay on my good side.

- You really think
Jason is in the target house?

- Damn sure hope so.

CI says that he's been hanging
with the occupants.

Bailey's deployment with
the National Guard ends soon.

It's all I could do
to get her to extend

so she stays safe
outside the country.

[suspenseful music]

[Nolan takes deep breath]

All right, let's get this done.

[plane roaring overhead]

♪ ♪

- Overwatch counts
four occupants,

but there could be more.

Three male, one female.

Photos are being sent
to your devices.

- These are violent criminals
all looking at three strikes,

so they're not gonna
go down easy.

- We won't have air support

given our proximity
to the airport

and Overwatch's field of view
is imperfect,

so let's make sure
we communicate out there.

- Any questions?

- Yeah, Sergeant.
Um, sorry. Lieutenant.

- [chuckling] All good.

I'm still getting used to it
myself.

- Why don't we have
a fixed perimeter?

- Our targets have known
associates in the neighborhood.

We don't want them
raising the alarm,

so our perimeter will roll in
at the last minute.

We good?
Now let's get ready.

♪ ♪

Hey.

You up for this?

No shame being
in the second wave.

- No, I'm good to go, sir.

- OK.
Mount up.

♪ ♪

[gunfire on TV]

♪ ♪

- Is our boy up yet?

- Haven't seen him.

- He was hitting it pretty hard
last night.

[person screams]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Cops!

[intense dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- Go, go, go.

[gunfire]

- Officers taking fire
in the primary entrance.

One officer down.

We are evacuating
through the A side.

Everyone else hold.

Do not advance
through the primary doorway.

♪ ♪

- Over here!

♪ ♪

- Get in.

♪ ♪

[gunfire inside house]

[tense music]

- Runner!
I'm going in. Cover me.

- Gotcha.

♪ ♪

[plane roaring overhead]

♪ ♪

Ah.

[nearby gunfire]

- Control,
Bradford and Chen making entry

bathroom window, east side.

Be advised.
Potential blue-on-blue.

Repeat.
Blue-on-blue.

Ready?
- Yep.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- 7-Adam-15.
Foot pursuit.

Female raid suspect
heading south towards Bellanca.

♪ ♪

[car horn honks]
No, no, no, no, no!

I need you to back up!
Back up!

- Ma'am, police.

I need to commandeer your ride.
Thanks.

- ♪ Don't be acting
like you know me ♪

♪ Bang in the sub ♪

♪ They keep blowing
like a dope fiend ♪

- Sir!
Damn it.

I lost sight of her.

♪ ♪

- ♪ Now you speaking
my language ♪

- [grunts]

♪ ♪

- Control, this is Chen.

We have one suspect in custody,
east bathroom.

We're advancing
through the house.

Outside officers be advised,

we are still downrange of fire.

Blue-on-blue.
Will advise when we're clear.

Yeah.

♪ ♪

- ♪ Now you speaking
my language ♪

♪ Now you speaking
my language ♪

♪ Making moves,
doing what I choose ♪

♪ Never will I lose ♪

♪ Triple gun,
I'ma get it, too ♪

- Police!
Show me your hands!

- ♪ Go against the crew ♪

♪ This ain't nothing new ♪

♪ You don't know the rules,
and you better ♪

♪ Now you speaking
my language ♪

- On your 6:00.

- Cuff him.

- ♪ Now you speaking
my language ♪

- I give up.

- Get down!
On the floor!

[handcuffs click]

- Any sign of Jason?

- Negative--we haven't finished
clearing the house yet.

[distant sirens wailing]

- Police!
Hands!

Show me your hands!

- [gasps]

- Where's Jason?
- I don't know.

- You got one shot
at telling us the truth here.

- I swear, I-I don't know.
I never met him.

[tense electronic music]

♪ ♪

[Nolan grunts]

- Stay down, stay down.

♪ ♪

[music stops]

- Hey.

- Gimme that arm.

Hands.
[suspect groans]

- You OK?
- Yeah.

- Yeah?
- I'm good.

- How the hell did you get here
before me?

- Work smarter, not harder.

[exhales deeply]

[grunts]
Come on, get up.

Ow.
[groans]

- Are you sure
you're all right?

- Yeah, yeah.
Like I said, Code-4.

7-Adam-15.
Fourth suspect in custody.

Code-4.

- Copy. House is secure.
All suspects in custody.

No sign of Jason.

- Damn it.
[groans]

[groans]

[bright upbeat rock music]

- ♪ One, two, three, four! ♪

♪ ♪

- I'm just saying
it's not a great idea

to show up your TO
at a workout.

- A, I did no such thing.

B, it's my first day
in short sleeves.

I got to make sure the gun show
is popping.

- [laughing] Oh, I see.

So you're planning
on flaunting your superiority

over the new incoming rookies?

- Not at all.

I plan to be
a welcoming presence

as a veteran member
of the FTO program.

- [laughs]

- What?

- A veteran member
of the FTO program.

You are still a rookie.

You still got to sit
in the front row

with the other newbies.

- Why you got to be
such a hater?

- It's in the job description.

♪ ♪

- [sighs] I'm so nervous.

You nervous?

That's stupid.
You don't get--

you don't get nervous.

- Not getting and not showing
are two different things.

Can't let them smell fear, dude.

They'll eat you alive,

so you got to walk the walk
no matter what.

- [chuckles softly]

♪ ♪

- Why aren't you ready yet,
Boot?

Roll call starts in ten.

- I, um--we--
I am getting ready, sir.

Sergeant, sir--

Sergeant, sir!

- Let me make this easy
for you, Boot.

Don't bother lacing up.
You don't belong here.

Better to quit now than be
embarrassed out on the street.

♪ ♪

Something funny?
- No, sir.

I got mad respect for
a real-life drill sergeant.

Many aspire, but few live it,
as you so clearly do.

- Morning!

Are these the Academy's finest?

- Negative.

These two are scraped
from the bottom of the barrel.

A fainting goat and a peacock.

- [chuckles] Well, welcome
to the crucible, gentlemen.

I look forward to learning your
names if you survive the week.

♪ ♪

[Seth chuckles]

♪ ♪

- Hey.

This doesn't look fun.
- It's not.

The only downside
about making lieutenant

is now I'm in charge
of the patrol budget.

And I have two new rookies
starting today

and only one available
training officer.

- Oh.
Well, what about Smitty?

- Anyway,
this is why you're here.

I used my new rank,
pull some strings,

and got you
an interim promotion to P3.

- Wow, I--

That's very kind, but--

- But your goal is
to work undercover.

I know.

This is short-term.

Helping me out of a jam.

Hey, I'd owe you.

And this will only
strengthen your position

when a detective slot opens up.

- Understood.

I-I'm honored you asked.

I won't let you down.

- I know you won't.

[knock at door]

- Hey.

Sorry to interrupt.

You wanted to see me
before roll call?

- Officer Chen is stepping up

to train one
of our new rookies.

- Good choice.
She had an excellent teacher.

- Well, was it the teacher
or the student?

- OK, I don't know
what this is,

but I need to finish up
the paperwork before roll call.

Thank you.
- Thank you, sir.

- Seriously,
if you need any pointers,

don't hesitate to ask.
- Thank you.

But I'm very familiar
with your bag of tricks.

I'll be using a more modern
approach to train my rookie.

- Cut the crust
off his sandwiches,

making them feel supported?

- My job is to set him up
for success,

not push him to failure.

- Care to put money on it?

- On what?
Who trains a better rookie?

No, thank you.

That's so--

[quirky tense music]

What exactly would the terms
of the bet be?

- Whose rookie's best-trained
after a month.

Most successes,
fewest infractions,

each day's reports
independently verified.

But I understand
if you want no part of it.

I mean, I'm a veteran,
you're a rookie TO.

It's not really a fair contest.

- Bring it on.

♪ ♪

[indistinct chatter]

Hey, over here.

Celina Juarez.

Rookies sit in the front row
and only speak when spoken to.

I've been here ten months

and I'm happy
to show you the ropes.

- OK. That's awesome.
Thank you.

- Appreciate it, but I'm good.
I'm only technically a rookie.

Got two years of policing
under my belt back in Texas.

- Oh.

Well, that's--
that's--that's amazing.

- Good morning
and congratulations.

Welcome to the TO team.
- Thank you.

- So which one of you
gets the ringer?

- What? Ringer?

- Yeah, the tall guy
is from Texas PD.

Tim and I met him
in the locker room.

- Wow, what kind of hustle
are you running?

- There's no hustle
and he's no ringer.

Cops who transfer from other
states have to be untrained

and retrained
from all their bad habits.

Honestly, I'm praying
Grey gives me the virgin.

- All right.

Good morning.
Let's get started.

Detective.

- Following up
on yesterday's raid,

despite our winning
personalities

and fearsome
interrogation methods,

Detective Lopez and I
were unsuccessful

in gaining any further insight
into the whereabouts

of Jason Wyler
and Oscar Hutchinson,

which means two
of the most dangerous men

we have ever arrested
are still at large.

Now, luckily,
the FBI and the U.S. Marshals

are both fully engaged
in the hunt.

- Given our continued fallout

from the mess Monica
and Blair London created,

ADA Wesley Evers has
been assigned here temporarily

to make sure
we're flying right.

[scattered groaning]
- Good morning.

I understand your reactions,
but it is vital

that law enforcement
show the public

that we are taking this
corruption scandal seriously.

So while I'm not here
to judge you,

I do have a mandate
from the DA's office

to review arrest reports
and ensure their completeness

and viability.

- Is that it?
- That's it.

- Thank you, Wesley.

And if that wasn't enough,

we have two new rookies
starting today.

Stand, state your name
and your badge numbers.

- Hi, I'm--I'm Seth Ridley.

Badge number 6514--

651407.

- Howdy.

Miles Penn,
badge number 653013.

Two-year veteran
of the Sugarland, Texas

police department.

I've known I was destined
for greatness my whole life.

But I wasn't gonna find it
in a small town,

so I came to Hollywood.

- Officer Penn.

Did I ask
for an editorial comment?

- No, sir.
That was free of charge.

- Well, thank you.

Keep your comments
to yourself, son.

Or you'll be finding greatness
elsewhere.

Am I clear?

- Yes, sir.

- Now, you both
earned the right to be here,

but you have to prove yourself
to stay.

Understood?
both: Yes, sir.

- Good. Officer Penn, you're
assigned to Sergeant Bradford.

Officer Ridley, you'll be
riding with Officer Chen.

That's it.
Be safe out there.

- Just as I expected.
You got the ringer.

- Hi.
- Hey.

- Hi. This is gonna be
a pleasure, Officer Chen.

- Nice to meet you.
Let's save all that

until you get the war bags and
we set up our shop, all right?

- All right. Yes, ma'am.
- All right.

- Is it too late
to ask for a TO swap?

- Get your eyes
off Officer Chen, Texas.

You're not fit to breathe
the same air.

Go get us set up.

After all the peacocking
you've displayed,

I'm expecting perfection.

I'll be grading you
on a serious curve.

[quirky music]

What?
- Oh, nothing.

I'm just liking my chances
right now.

♪ ♪

- [sighs softly]

- I heard you got booed
in roll call.

Who am I hurting?

- That's fine.
I can take it.

And having my wife
beat up the people

that are mean to me
isn't gonna win me any fans.

- I'm just saying,
I'll cut a bitch.

- [laughs]

- Nice of Metro to let you
use the liaison office.

- Yeah, I need the privacy.

I still need to finish
reviewing the final recordings

of Blair London's
therapy sessions.

- So creepy.

- Yeah, tell me about it.

All I feel is dirty listening
to everybody's secrets.

Especially when
most are only guilty

of being humans
in emotional distress.

Hey.

Any news on Monica?

- Not since she evaded Interpol
in Bolivia.

- Why did you make me wait
so long to wear short sleeves?

Aaron got his way earlier
in his rookie year.

- You had to earn 'em.

How is Aaron doing over
in North Hollywood, anyway?

- He's settling in.

Happy that no one
at the station

knows he was a patient
of Blair's.

God, this is so freeing.

- And clearly distracting.

Perhaps I need to reverse
the privilege.

- No, no.
I-I've celebrated enough.

[person screams]

Whoa.
On the right.

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

- 7-Adam-15.

Possible disturbance
at El Adobe Pharmacy.

Code-6 to investigate.

♪ ♪

- Come on, come on! Hurry!

- I-I'm going as fast as I can.

- 7-Adam-15.
We have a 211 armed.

Send backup.

Ready?

♪ ♪

- What are these back here?
These oxys?

The big one, the big ones.

Powerful stuff, come on,
powerful stuff.

Hurry!

Go, go, go, go!

You want to get shot today?

[heartbeat pounding]

[muffled speech]

[heartbeat pounding]

[gunfire]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Nolan?

- I'm good!
Go!

♪ ♪

[gunshot]
- [screaming]

- Get out of the car!
- Oh, my God!

[tires squealing]

- Control,
suspect just shot a victim

and fled north on Kingsley
in a gray vehicle.

Partial plate, Edward 2-3-9.

I need an RA for
a 30-year-old male victim,

single GSW to the chest.

- I got it.
Just breathe.

- [crying]

- It's very simple.

You know, my job is to
set you up for success.

But things move way too fast
out on the street

for me to coddle you.
Yeah?

- Yeah.
I understand.

Just consider me
like your sponge.

I'm eager to absorb
all your knowledge.

- All units, be on the lookout
for a gray vehicle.

Partial license plate,
Edward 2-3-9.

Suspect is white male,
black shirt, brown shirt,

armed and dangerous.

Shots were fired,
at least one victim.

Unknown condition.

- OK.

Officer Ridley,
what's our follow-up?

- Um--

- Don't you want to know
distance of travel?

The time element.

- Right.
- Yeah?

- Control, what is our DOT
and time element?

- Six minutes ago.
South on Garmond.

- Which means he's headed
away from us.

- No, Garmond is north of us,

which means he's coming
in our direction.

- Good. And he's probably
headed towards the freeway.

But the traffic's heavy
this time of morning,

so if we hustle...

[engine revving]
We might just catch up to him.

You want to hit the lights?

[siren wailing]

- Do y'all have
license plate readers?

I assume you do,
big city like this.

- Yeah, we do.
Where you going with this?

- I'm plugging in the partial.

Request a real-time search
of this neighborhood.

- It's OK, baby.
You're gonna be OK.

Oh, my God, our daughter.
She's at school.

Westside Charter.

- It's OK, it's OK.

Officer Juarez and I
will go pick her up

and bring her to you, OK?
- Thank you.

Her name is Nikki.
- Nikki. OK.

[siren wails]

- How bad?
- Bad.

Shot in the chest,
pulse is spotty.

- Something bothering you?

- I just--there was a moment
inside the pharmacy

where I might have had the
shot, but I didn't take it.

- You think this citizen
catching a bullet outside

is your fault?

- No, I just couldn't tell if--

if my background was clear,

and then it turns out
it wasn't.

- You didn't have confidence
you could make the shot?

- No, sir.

I'm saying I wasn't confident
I had a clean shot,

and it turned out I was right.

- Look, Nolan, we're in the
split-second decision business.

It's no use second-guessing

until we review
the body cam footage.

- Yes, sir.

[somber music]

- You ready to go?

- Yeah.

We need to pick up
their daughter on the way.

- Thanks, Dr. London.

It feels good to finally
be able to unburden myself.

I'll see you next week.

- OK.
No incriminating information.

Cleared.

- I had that dream again, Doc.

It was even hotter this time.

- [chuckles]
- The things she did to me.

Seriously,
this is becoming a problem.

I mean, how am I supposed
to work next to Angela Lopez

when all I can think about
is how much I want to--

[quirky tense music]

♪ ♪

- Well, I think it's best
if we let your mom explain.

- But what kind of accident?

Is my dad gonna be OK?

- We hope so.

He has the very best doctors,

and we're going to be at the
hospital in just a few minutes.

All right?

- OK.

- All units,
211 suspect plates recorded

heading west, 2100 block
of Lincoln ten minutes ago,

but the vehicle did not pass
through the next intersection.

- That's just
around the corner.

There's an alley on Lincoln.

Maybe he ditched the car
down there.

Oh, my God.
There it is.

- OK, focus, Officer Ridley.

Do I park here
or pull in closer?

- We, uh, we park here.

- Why?

- Because we can't see
if the suspect

is in the vehicle or not,

so it's safer to approach
on foot.

- Correct.

7-Adam-19, I have eyes
on the suspect vehicle.

West side of the alley,
2100 block of Lincoln.

Show us Code-6 to investigate.
Send backup.

- Copy that, 7-Adam-19.
Be careful.

- All right.
Tell me how we approach.

- We have our weapons drawn,
we approach with caution,

we try to call out the driver.

If he does not respond,

then we can
get a little bit closer.

Always make sure we have
an exit route available.

And we'll check the trunk
on the way up.

- It's an SUV.
There is no trunk.

Don't just parrot
academy training, all right?

This is the real world.

- Right.
Yes, ma'am.

- All right.

[tense music]

- Control, can we make sure
that nobody comes northbound

to this alley
in case there's fire?

- Copy that, 7-Adam-19.

- That's a good call.

Driver!
This is the police!

Roll down your window
and show me your hands!

♪ ♪

Show me your hands!

Do it now!

Watch your--watch your muzzle.

- Sorry, sorry.

- Go this way.
- OK.

♪ ♪

- I see the suspect.

Show me your hands!

- He looks dead.

- We can't know for sure.

Come this side.

I'm gonna open the door.

You grab his shoulders,
pull them out on three.

OK?
- OK.

♪ ♪

- One, two.

♪ ♪

[suspect breathing]

[Seth gagging]
- Hey, do not get sick.

- [gagging] OK.

- Don't puke on him.

[Seth retching]
No.

Damn it.

Ridley, you just
contaminated the crime scene.

- Sorry.

- 7-Adam-19,
211 suspect in custody.

We need RA for possible OD.

- Must have been jonesing
for a fix

when he robbed the pharmacy.

Pulled over to dope up as soon
as he thought it was safe.

On the bright side, taxpayers
save millions if he kicks it.

- We never root for a suspect
to die, Officer Penn.

- Yeah, totally.

I-I'm just saying--
[tries squealing]

- Finally, a little action
of our own.

[siren wailing]

Reported stolen
early this morning.

Pull up close
and I'll shoot out the tires.

I'm kidding, man.

- [sighs]

[engine revving]

- Ooh, that hurt.

[siren wailing]

- OK, what--

- Police!
Show me your hands!

Show me your damn hands!

Ah, he's running!

Get down!
Show me your hands!

[tense music]

- You should have waited.

That was all bad, Texas.

Strike one,
you jumped out the car

while I was trying
to communicate.

What if I was trying
to tell you

I saw a gun
or a second suspect?

Strike two, you ran out
in front of my field of fire,

so I couldn't engage
even if I had to.

And strike three, by going
to that driver's side alone,

you left an escape route
out the passenger side.

And don't even get me started

on your little
"shoot out the tires" comment.

It is now a permanent part
of this case.

That may not sound
like much now,

but wait till a civil liberty
attorney hears about it.

Might be writing this kid
checks for years.

[somber music]

♪ ♪

- All right, as punishment
for being a cowboy,

you're checking every VIN
on that stolen vehicle

to make sure it matches.

- That'll take hours, Sarge.

- It's Sergeant Bradford,
not Sarge.

You're way too eager
to get in trouble,

so I'm slowing you down.

[alarm blaring]
Back out.

- Wait. Why?
What is that alarm for?

- Back out!

Every department garage
has a Geiger counter.

This car we brought in
is radioactive.

[alarm blaring]

- 12 hours ago, a suitcase nuke
arrived on a Naval cargo ship

from Eastern Europe.

It's a Cold War relic
from Ukraine

that got turned over
for demolition.

A secure convoy was meant
to take it to Oklahoma

to be decommissioned,
but the nuke went missing

at the port
sometime before dawn.

- How the hell does
that happen?

- That's what we've
been desperately trying

to figure out,
along with who took it

and what the hell they're
planning on doing with it.

- And you didn't think
to inform the LAPD?

- There's been a lot of
pressure to keep this quiet,

not to panic people.

I argued against it,

but the decision was made
up the food chain.

[tense music]

- [knocks on window]
You're with us.

- Go study your Rook Book.

- Close that.

♪ ♪

A battlefield nuke was stolen
from the port this morning.

- And the OG backpack
runs about 80 pounds,

making it highly mobile.

- What do you know about
the stolen car's owner?

- Paul Scoville, 31,
rent-a-cop at the port.

Recently divorced.

I assume money problems,

but I can't confirm
till I pull his financials.

- Any idea where he is now?

- No. Called his house,
his cell, haven't heard back.

But I just found out
he's a person of interest

five seconds ago.

- I'll have the office
work on the warrants.

- Known associates, too?
- Oh, absolutely.

We are gonna piggyback
the whole menu on this.

Home, phone, storage lockers,
PO boxes,

and the same
for all known associates.

Anyone we can establish
a clear nexus with.

I'll mobilize HRT.

Can you get Metro and SWAT
up to speed?

- Of course.
- Good.

We're gonna need
to get ready and gear up,

because when it
is time to move,

we are gonna need to move fast.

- Copy.

[distant sirens wailing]

- Hey.

They officially
called time of death at 1329.

- Right.

- Write that down.

And they still have
to do an autopsy,

but it seems pretty clear
it was an overdose, so--

- Listen, about earlier.

- No, look, I get it.

It's your first dead body.

All those fluids,
it got to you.

But we have to protect
the scene.

- Yeah, no, I--I--

yes, we got
to protect the scene,

but it's not that simple.

I--

this is not my first OD.

I had this girlfriend back
in junior year of high school,

and I found her after prom

in a bathroom
at Rory Hatcher's house.

And, um...

she had her eyes rolled back,
you know,

and--
[sighs]

She wasn't breathing,
so I tried to give her CPR,

but--[sighs]

I couldn't get the taste
of her sick out of her mouth

for like two days.

And I can still taste it
if I, um--

[somber music]

I--[clears throat]

I wasn't being a delicate
flower out there today, OK?

It all just came rushing back.

And I promise it's not
gonna happen again.

- Seth, that's awful.

I'm sorry that happened to you.

But in this job, we have
to separate from the personal.

It's the hardest thing
we have to do.

Because if we lose control,
bad things happen, right?

- Understood.

- Right over here.

Any news?

- Husband died on the table
a few minutes ago.

She doesn't know yet.

- Man, that's rough.
Why haven't they told her?

- We asked them to wait a beat.

We need to take a statement,

and she'll be in no condition
to give us one when she knows.

- I mean, it just seems wrong,
you know,

to keep the news from her.

- Yeah, and waiting
another ten minutes

isn't gonna make it any worse.

[phone ringing]

It's Grey.
Yes, sir.

- I'm here with
Special Agent Garza.

We have a situation
that's not for broadcast.

A battlefield nuke is at large.

Small yield,
but high dispersal.

- We need you
and Officer Juarez

to go put eyes on
a suspect's house

while FBI and SWAT mobilize.

Address to your box.

- Yes, sirs.
On it.

- What's happening?
- Nothing good.

[ominous music]

- [clears throat]
Detective Graham, right?

- Yes, sir.

You're the hall monitor
from the DA's office.

- [laughs]

- I'm actually thrilled
you're here.

Anything you can do to improve
on patrol's paperwork

is a lifesaver.

- You work with my wife,
Angela Lopez.

- Oh, yeah.

She's amazing.
- Mm.

- Sure you already know that.

- Yeah, I do.

- I have to admit I didn't
think you guys would last.

I always thought
she'd end up with a cop.

[quirky tense music]

- And yet here we are,
happily married, two kids.

- Well, you must be
doing something right.

♪ ♪

- A little more.

Right there.
Perfect.

- How you doing?

- I'm fine.

- If you want to talk
about anything--

- I don't.

- I'm just saying
if it was me,

I'd be beating myself up,
wondering if there was

anything I could have
done differently

inside the pharmacy.

- And I said I'm good.

- Right, no.
Yeah, you did.

But if I was going through
that self-doubt,

what would you say to me
as my training officer?

- Well, I would say that the
whole benefit of experience

is to learn from each incident,

both victories and mistakes.

So if the situation
ever happens again,

it'll be a win.

- It's a brutal job
to have to learn as you go.

- Contact.

It appears there's been
a little falling out

between nuclear thieves.

- We have to intervene, right?

Even though we're just meant
to observe?

- Well, it depends.

As harsh as it may sound,

if that man is dead,
he's just evidence now.

- OK, well, what if he's alive

and needs help
and we don't do anything?

[tense music]

♪ ♪

What's the plan?

- Well, we can't go in there
guns blazing.

We need those guys alive
in case the nuke isn't here.

So stealth and surprise.

What are you wearing
under that uniform?

[knock at door]

♪ ♪

- Hello?
I need your help.

Please.

- What?
- I lost my dog.

We were jogging.

He pulled the leash
out of my hand.

It's a brown labradoodle.
Have you seen him?

- No.

- Can I--
can I check your backyard

just to make sure
he didn't get back there?

- Um, no. I'm sorry.
[floorboard creaks]

- Police!
Show me your hands.

[sirens wailing]

[tires squealing]

[Geiger counter clicking]

We got two in custody.
Scoville's in the tub.

He's still breathing,
but he needs an ambulance ASAP.

- Nothing, boss.
Mm-mm.

- There are no traces
of radiation in this house,

so the nuke isn't here.

It never was.

So we are gonna have ourselves

a long, hard conversation.

- You're wasting your breath.

I ain't talking.

- That's fine.

Better you listen
for the moment anyway,

because what you choose
to do next

will decide the rest
of your life.

- Paul Scoville is clinging
to his life at Saint Stephens.

So as of this moment,

there's still a path
to immunity for you.

We can hang the charges
on your crew,

give you a golden ticket
to a new life.

But we need names
and a location for the device.

- I told you--

- Shut up!

You have literally
five minutes to decide

if you are gonna be
part of the solution

or go to prison
as a domestic terrorist.

- You think he'll flip
on his guys?

- He has to.
There's no other option.

- How's it going
with your cowboy?

[quirky tense music]

- Great.
How's the virgin?

- Great.

♪ ♪

- Celina's doing great, too.
Thank you for asking.

- [sighs]
Is it always this intense?

- No.

Well, hmm, kind of.

- That's the point, though, right?

If you prove yourself here,
you know that you're the best.

- I--it's not really like that.

For me, I--I, um--
[clears throat]

I just want to help people.

- Hmm.

Aries, Pisces?

- Yeah.
- How did--how'd you know?

- Well, it's a--it's a gift.

Um--

Everything OK?

- What?

- No, just you have
a pained look on your face.

Just checking to make sure

you're not having
a heart attack.

- Oh, no, no, no.
No, I'm fine.

I'm fine.

It's just I'm an officer
of the court.

I can't violate
the confidentiality

that I've been entrusted with.

And that's the--

the cornerstone of
the legal profession, really.

No matter how much you want
to unknow what you know,

you can't,
it's just there, always.

Every time you close your eyes.

- Uh--
- Hey,

they need you in interrogation.

Nuclear guy's ready to talk,

but they need you to sign off
on the deal.

- Right.

Right.

[suspenseful music]

- Crew leader's Marcus Leonard.

He's holed up in a rental
in West LA

with Evan Ardle
and LeShawn Wilkes.

That's where the nuke is.

We're waiting to rendezvous
with a buyer in the desert.

Outside of Vegas.

But you better hurry.

They're on the move
in less than an hour.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Eyes are in the sky.
Radio on scrambled channel.

Be advised,
license plate camera captured

suspect vehicle heading east

on Wilshire Boulevard
one minute ago.

That's east
on Wilshire Boulevard.

[tense music]

- How come I got
to sit next to nuke?

- It doesn't matter
who sits closest.

Radiation is the same
for all of us.

Minor.

- I still don't like it.

- $10 million payday's gonna
get you past that real quick.

- Can I get mine in crypto?

♪ ♪

- Heads up.

Suspect vehicle spotted west
on Wilshire Boulevard

heading for the freeway.

- 7-Adam-100 two blocks away,
heading northwest on Olive.

What are our rules
of engagement?

- Only one:
don't shoot the nuke.

- 7-Adam-19, five blocks away,
heading south on Figueroa.

- This seems unreal.
Was your first day like this?

- No, I saved my TOs life

after he got shot
during a firefight.

This is a walk in the park.

- All right, 7-Adam-15
on an intercept course.

♪ ♪

- There he is.
- There he is.

[siren wailing]

- We're busted.
Get us the hell out of here.

[engines revving]

Hey, secure that thing!

[energetic tense music]

♪ ♪

- FBI Unit 1,
joining the pursuit.

♪ ♪

- Watch out for that car.

- I see it.

[tires squealing]

♪ ♪

- OK, we're turning here
on Hope Street.

- Go, E, come on!

- 7-Adam-15, two more units

attaching to pursuit
three blocks out.

- Suspect vehicle heading east,
entering Lower Grand.

♪ ♪

- I know we're not supposed
to shoot the device,

but how do you feel about
us crashing into it?

- And I'm the cowboy?

- Well, in theory, it's stable
enough for an outside impact,

but the thing's
60 years old, so--

- Yeah, that--
that sounds like a no.

- Hang on.

♪ ♪

[tires squealing]

- [laughs]

♪ ♪

[engine revving]

[gunfire]

[people screaming]

Bail out!

[gunfire]

[tense music]

[gunfire]

♪ ♪

[bullets ricochet against car]

♪ ♪

- Bring the nuke.

- No way.

♪ ♪

- Three shooters.

♪ ♪

- Cover us.

- Go!

[gunfire]

- Two shooters running off.

♪ ♪

[gunshot]

- Get up!
- Got him, got him.

Shooter down.

♪ ♪

- Penn, slow down!

- Clear the truck.

[tense music]

[people screaming]

♪ ♪

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Get down, get down.

[gunfire]

- Go.

♪ ♪

[gunfire]

- Stay down.

- [screams]
- Ridley, pull her in.

I got you cover fire.

[gunfire]

♪ ♪

- Reload.

♪ ♪

[gunfire]

- Why ain't they
shooting at us?

- It's a nuke.

They don't want
to hit the nuke.

[gunfire]

♪ ♪

[gunfire]

♪ ♪

- Officer down.

[gunfire]

Hey, here. Hold on.

♪ ♪

- 7-Adam-15, shots fired.

We have an officer down,
requesting RA at my location.

♪ ♪

- Get up.

Get up!

- The hell you doing?

- Shut up.

- Back off!

Back off
or I'll blow us all up!

You want to be a cowboy?
I will level this place!

[heartbeat pounding]

[muffled shouting]

♪ ♪

[groans]

- On your knees now!

[tense dramatic music]

- [exhales deeply]

[sighs]

♪ ♪

- Nice shot, Officer Nolan.

- Thank you, sir.

Code-4,
all suspects in custody.

- Man, that--

you think tomorrow's
gonna be any quieter?

- Not now that you jinxed it.
- [chuckles]

Ah.

- Looks like you survived
the day, Boot.

- Yeah, sir.
Sergeant, uh, sir.

- Any blemishes?
Don't lie to me.

I will find out.

- Um, no, just a small incident

when Officer Chen and I
found the carjacker OD'ed,

I just puked in the vehicle.

- Dude.

- I wouldn't be so quick
to judge, Officer Penn.

You almost got a blue page

for your reckless behavior
this morning.

- Yes, sir.

I truly appreciate
your leniency.

- Don't mistake it
for kindness.

You remain on very thin ice.

- Yes, sir.
See you tomorrow.

- Unfortunately.
Try to suck less.

- Will do.

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- How's lieutenant life
treating you?

- I love the pay bump.

Just wish it came
under better circumstances.

- What do you mean?

- I just can't help
but to feel guilty

because I got rewarded

for exposing
the corruption scandal.

Lot of cops got fired.

- Yeah, well, they deserved it.

So you deserve this promotion

no matter how it came about,
OK?

- Thanks.
- Yeah.

- Just doesn't seem right.

We saved the city,

and our reward is sitting
in rush hour traffic.

- Got to love LA.

- ♪ Even I feel like
there's nothing ♪

- Hey.

Heard your guy
puked all over a crime scene.

- Well, at least he didn't
light his duty manual on fire

and throw it out the window.

Shoot out the tires?

- He's a little rough around
the edges, but it's day one.

I'll get him under control.

- Likewise.

So wait,
since they both screwed up--

- Uh, yeah,
I guess it's a draw.

- Tomorrow's a new day.

- Yes, it is.

- Mm-hmm.

[soft upbeat music]

Well, I will see you tomorrow.

- Look forward to it.

- Good night.

- ♪ And the blossoms will die
and hit the tarmac ♪

♪ And the fruit will
grow eager to justify that ♪

♪ And I love this, I do,
but it don't mean a thing ♪

♪ Till I have you right here
next to me ♪

- What?

- Oh, it's nothing.

- If you want to fool around,
just ask.

- No.

I mean, of course I do.

It's just--

- It's just what?

- You're happy, right?

- In this moment, I'm sleepy

and a little concerned about
whatever this conversation is.

But in general, yes,
I'm very happy.

- OK, good.

- ♪ You wear make-up
for all your phone calls ♪

- So do you want to
fool around or not?

- I mean, if you're offering.

- ♪ When they say
life is too short ♪

[smooching]

♪ They're not stuck in yours ♪

♪ ♪

♪ If your world was
drained like a well ♪

♪ Reduced to its shell ♪

♪ Your lipsticks will
still smell like before ♪

♪ And summer still comes ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Summer still comes ♪

♪ ♪

♪ And the grass will go brown
and yellow and gold ♪

♪ And the dust will set
laughter in faces and folds ♪

♪ And I love this, I do,
but it don't mean a thing ♪

- Hey, it's me.

It's like 5:00 in the morning
where you are,

so I'm glad you didn't pick up.

Uh, miss you.
[chuckles]

Hard day.

Would have been nice
to snuggle up,

have you tell me
I did a good job.

Anyway, just got home.

Hope you're having a good time
being a soldier.

I love you.

[soft upbeat music]

[sighs]

♪ ♪

You did a good job today.

Yeah, that was weird.

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- Damn it.