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- Previously
on "The Rookie"...

- All I feel is dirty,

listening
to everybody's secrets.

- How am I supposed to work

next to Angela Lopez
when all I can think about

is how much I want to...
[spacebar clacks]

- Let me take over this case.
- Oh, forget it.

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

- Deal.

- I interviewed
for my dream job,

and I got it.
- That's great!

- In New York.
- Oh.

- Time's up, Boot.
You find a place to live?

- Let me introduce you
to my new landlord.

- Don't listen to Bradford.
This place is Shangri-La.

- Jason.
- You are?

- Her husband.

- Did you get any information
on Jason Wyler?

- Jason, my man.
I can get you out of here.

I have secured
a VIP exit package.

Where can I drop you?
- LA, baby.

- What's wrong?

- Oscar and Jason
just escaped from prison.

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- Come in.

- Hey.
- Thank you for doing this.

I know it's a bit
of a weird request.

- No, it's smart.

Who better to test your
security system than a cop?

- Yeah, I want it all
up and running before Bailey

gets back from Germany.

If Jason hits us,
it will be then.

Two tickets to the Lakers,
as promised.

- Thank you.

Bet you're reconsidering
buying a house made of windows.

- Uh, yeah, definitely.

But I have made this place
a fortress.

Shatterproof glass
on all the windows,

alarm system hardwired
with built-in redundancies.

I even put motion sensors
on the hillside.

Matter of fact,
I am so confident

that my home is impenetrable
that I am going to take a nap

while you fail to break in.

- Sounds good.
You sleep well.

- Oh, I will.

[lock clicks]

[panel beeping]

♪ ♪

[locks clicking]

- System armed.

- [sighs]
Okay.

[grunts]

[sighs]

[can pops]

How did--how--how did--how?

- That'll cost you
two more Lakers tickets.

- ♪ Whoa, oh, oh,
oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ I'm gonna win for you ♪

♪ Like I know
you want me to do ♪

- I know she's married,

but I can't get Angela Lopez
out of my head.

She's the total package.
And the way she works a case--

- What are you listening to?

And why aren't you helping me
get the kids ready?

- [clears throat]
Nothing, just work stuff,

which you can't hear.

- Why do you look upset?
- I'm not.

I am, a little bit.
Just the Blair tapes.

- I thought you were done
with those.

- I am.

I mean, still following up

on some of the open
corruption cases.

It's no big deal.
- Seems like a big deal.

Now, can you help me get
these kids out the door?

We got to go.
[children screaming]

- So how was the first night
at Shangri-La?

- If communal living
with a bunch of middle-aged,

mostly divorced cops
in a parking lot

is Shangri-La, then I'd hate
to see what heaven looks like.

- [chuckles]
- Morning.

- Howdy.
- What's going on?

- Hey, you, uh, asked me
to keep an ear

to the ground about Jason
and the Southern Front?

- Yeah.

- Yeah, Graham caught a double
homicide early this morning.

Our suspect in custody
used to roll with the Front.

But the rumor is he was tight
with Jason back in the day,

before the falling-out.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

- I owe you.
- Mm-hmm.

Well, I'm partial
to Lakers tickets.

- Did you talk to Tim?
You talked to Tim.

- [chuckles]

- Bradford, Chen,
my office now.

♪ ♪

- What did you do?
- Me? Nothing.

What did you do?
You're the troublemaker.

- I'd argue, but given
my recent history,

it's a fair assumption.

- It's come to my attention
that you two

are betting on your rookies.

- [sighs] Sir, I--
- It's my fault.

- Don't do that.
- Do what?

- Jump on the grenade.
I don't need you to protect me.

- I wasn't implying you did.
I'm just--

- I'm sorry to interrupt,
but can we circle back

to me yelling at you?

- Yes, sir.
Sorry.

- The City of Los Angeles
has invested

a quarter million dollars
of taxpayer money

in each of these rookies.

So they're not here
for sport or to scratch

whatever weird itch
you both have.

- Sir, I--
- You're right.

That was unnecessary.

- To be clear,
we didn't put any money on it.

Which is not the point.

- This ends today.

And to make sure,
I'm swapping your rookies.

- [sighs]

- Yes, sir.
- Yes, sir.

- Now go.

- Yeah.
- [exhales sharply]

Look, I'm sorry
I got you into trouble.

It's just--
I'm not trying to be noble,

but the bet was my idea.
- True, but I accepted.

Hey, you know, um...

Grey said
that the competition ended,

but he didn't say what time.

And with the rookie swap,
this gives us

the perfect opportunity
to check each other's methods.

- So you're saying we have
a little wiggle room?

One last shift
to declare a winner?

- I'm not saying anything...

out loud.
- Hmm.

- Hmm.

♪ ♪

[elevator bell dings]
- Yes. Got to go.

Hey, shop's all set up.
Rolling out?

- Uh, in a few. I got something
I need to do first.

- Okay.

- By myself.
- Oh, okay, sure.

[door buzzing, opens]

- Hey, Kate.

Um, what cell is
the double homicide in?

- 3, riding solo.

Graham wanted me
to keep him isolated.

- I need to talk to him
about something.

What's his name?
- Um, Daniel Goodwin.

- Thanks.
- Should I let Graham know?

- Uh, no.
I'll fill him in later.

[door buzzing, opens]

[door buzzing]

Daniel Goodwin.

- What?

- I hear you used to hang out
with Jason Wyler.

- No comment.
- I don't need a comment.

I just need an address
or the name

of someone who knows it.

- And I need
a couple witnesses silenced

so I don't spend the next
30 years in Pelican Bay.

You gonna do that for me?
- No.

But this is
very personal for me.

Jason's escape puts
my wife's life in danger.

Now, if you give me something,
I'll talk to the DA. Maybe--

- What the hell are you doing
talking to my suspect?

- No. No, I'm not--I'm not
trying to step on your toes.

- He asked for a lawyer.

That means we can't talk to him
until he has one.

- He might know where
Jason Wyler is, Bailey's ex.

I need that guy back in prison
before she comes home.

- I feel for you,
but Dan Goodwin

killed two teenagers
in cold blood last night.

I won't let you do anything
to jeopardize his conviction.

You come anywhere
near him again,

and you're looking
at a Letter of Reprimand.

Understood?
- No, I--of course.

Of course.

[tense music]

- Good morning.

Okay, Officer Penn,
you'll be riding with me today.

Ridley, you will be
with Sergeant Bradford.

What's going on, guys?
Hello.

- There's
a very attractive woman

that's trying to get
your attention.

- Oh, my gosh.
Rachel.

- Surprise!
- Hi!

- Hi.
Girl, you look good.

- Thank you!

- She probably
like country boys.

- Eh, she probably
likes me, guys.

- I should have worn
my cowboy hat.

- I'm sorry for dropping in
unannounced

and for being MIA recently.

Okay, for the last six months.

But the truth is,

New York kind of chewed me up
and spit me out.

I lost my job
and then my apartment,

and I was embarrassed.

I didn't want
to call you up and just

trauma dump all over your...
- What?

- Exciting LA successes.

So I booked a flight home,
and I came straight here

from the airport.

My bags are at the front desk.

- Oh, wow, okay.
- Okay, yeah.

That was a lot.
I'm going to let you talk now.

Tell me everything.

Should I be changing your
contact to Detective Lucy Chen?

- Oh.

- Are you and Tim picking out
wallpaper and baby names yet?

- Oh, no, and no.

Um, I don't mean to one-up
your bad news,

but, uh, I did not make
detective.

And--and Tim and I broke up.

Well, he broke up
with me, so...

And, actually,
Tamara moved out.

So that's been--yeah, I'm--

I'm the one trauma dumping
right now, aren't I?

I'm sorry.
- No, I am sorry.

Screw him.

He's an idiot, right?

- Honestly, I think
it's all for the best.

Celina is my roommate now,
so that's been fun.

- [laughs]

So, uh, that means
you probably don't have

an extra spare bed
I could crash on

while I get my life together?

- No, but I got
a super-comfy couch,

and it's yours
for as long as you need it.

- Thank you.

- Hey, the rookies squared
away with the swap?

- Yeah.
- [chuckles]

- Rachel.
- Hey.

- Hey.
What are you doing here?

- Uh, looks like I might be
moving back to LA.

I don't have a place yet,
but Lucy very graciously

offered me her couch.
- That's great.

- Here are the keys
to the apartment.

Make yourself at home.

And I'll see you after shift.
- You're the best. Thanks.

- Did you know she was coming?

- No, she ghosted me.

- That's her thing.

- Bradford, Chen.

We have a fugitive situation
unfolding in Melrose Hill.

A burglar broke into two homes.

He assaulted the homeowners
and stole a gun.

Hollywood Division managed
to put the perimeter in place,

but I need you two to go help
set up checkpoints.

- They have an ID
on the suspect?

- Yeah, um, Declan Granger.
- Angela?

- What's happening.

- Guy with a similar MO
to our Larchmont burglar

has been pinned down
in Melrose Hill.

Patrol's been asked
to assist in the hunt.

- Great.
Don't screw this up.

- I think you mean, thank you
for doing the heavy lifting.

- I think
I'll save the thank-you

until the cuffs are on.

- Personally, I would love
a thank-you right now.

I think it's a nice way
to start the day.

You know, thank you.

- And I would love
my parole officers

to follow orders and get
their asses on the street.

- Sir.
- All right.

- Hey, quick question.
- Sure.

- Uh, Detective Graham
has a double homicide suspect

in custody that might know
where Jason is.

What?
- Nothing. Go on.

- Well, he's not going
to talk without a deal.

- Ah, that isn't happening.

He shot two honor students.
We're throwing the book at him.

- Well, there has to be a way.
- There isn't.

Not with him, anyway.

But we're not the only ones who
might have sway in his life.

You need to find
the right leverage.

- Thanks.
- Mm-hmm.

[tense music]

- Juarez, we're on the move.

- Where are we going?

♪ ♪

- Geological features
in the text.

Drainage features...

medians...

- Mrs. Goodwin?
- Oh.

If this is about Daniel,
I told the detective

we haven't spoken in years.

- Well, it is, and it isn't.

I am not involved
with his current case,

but I need
some information from him

to help a family member,

and I need you
to get it for me.

- Why on Earth would I do that?

- Well, we understand
you have another son, Keith?

He's had a few run-ins
with the LAPD.

- Those were misunderstandings.
He's a good kid.

He's not like his brother.

- And if there ever
happened to be

any other misunderstandings,

I would be there to help
look out for him,

within reason.

- He a man of his word?

- He's the best man I know,
and he'll help if he can.

[indistinct chatter
over police radio]

- What are the five conditions
to enter a private residence?

- Uh, are we doing this now?

- High-stakes situations
are exactly when rookies

forget their own names.
- Okay.

- I need to know that you
can focus when things get real.

- Right, well, five conditions
to enter a private residence

are consent, fresh pursuit,
exigent circumstances,

pursuant to a warrant,
incident to--

- Boot, I've been shot!
- Okay, I know this one.

Um, we're on
Wilton and Melrose.

Nearest hospital
is Saint Stephen.

- Officer Chen warned you?
- No, I don't--

- You psychically knew
the answer before I even asked?

- Maybe, I think.
- What else did she say?

- Never leave your belt
on a bathroom door,

keep your radio
away from explosives,

and if you assign me to a cop
who seems like a slug,

it's probably a test.
- All right, that's fine.

I just have to get
more inventive.

♪ ♪

[horn honking]

[indistinct chatter]

- [sighs]
About time.

- Yeah,
neighbors a little grumpy?

- More than a little.

Can you guys take over here?

We need to fold in
with the house to house units.

Last sighting
was 10 minutes ago,

12 blocks west of here.
- No problem.

We'll set up the sawhorses.
- Yeah.

- All right,
help Seth with the barriers.

- Sure thing, darlin'.
- Hold on.

Does Sergeant Bradford
let you call him "darlin'"?

- Uh, no, ma'am.
Apologies.

Sometimes the Texas just--
it just slips out.

- Uh-huh.
[horns honking]

Hi.
How's it going with Seth?

- Great,
because you coached him.

- I trained him,
something you don't seem

to have done with Penn.
"Darlin'"?

- That won't happen again.
- [chuckles] Sure.

- Penn, you're with me,
darlin'.

[horn honking]

[tires squealing,
indistinct shouting]

[suspenseful music]

♪ ♪

- Ridley, hold the line!
- Copy that.

[clears throat]
- Don't move.

♪ ♪

- I told him
this was a bad idea.

- He's a decoy.

[engine revving]
- Hey, stop.

[tires squealing]

- Seth, get in the shop.
Let's go!

[sirens wailing]

[engine revving]

- Control, 7-Adam-100,
Code 3 backup.

In pursuit
of a burglary suspect.

Black jacket, blue jeans,
south on Victoria Avenue.

Parallel grid with 7-Adam-19.

- We have barricades on every
exit to the neighborhood.

He won't be able to get out.

- [sighs]
Should I have fired?

He's--he's--he's armed.
He could kill someone.

- No, look, he wasn't
an immediate threat, okay?

It's a complicated question.

We can dig into it

after we get the suspect
into custody.

- [exhales deeply]

[sirens wailing]

- Kill the sirens.

[wailing stops]

You guys hear
a motorcycle engine?

- No.

- So either he's gotten far
enough away from us, or he--

- Ditched the bike.
- There he is.

[suspenseful music]

- Stop!
- Foot pursuit.

Suspect headed northbound
through the park

toward Victoria Avenue.

- LAPD!
Stop!

♪ ♪

[sirens wailing,
tires squealing]

♪ ♪

- [screaming]
Oh, my God! Help!

- Hey, police!
Stay where you are!

Hey, you stay where you are.
[siren wailing, engine revving]

[tense music]

- Come on, this way.
This way. This way.

- Penn, Ridley,
do not enter that residence!

Hold the perimeter!
- He's got a gun!

- Stay back, or she's dead!

♪ ♪

[distant siren wailing]

[classical music playing]

♪ ♪

- [whispers]
What now?

- Tell me.

- Granger took a hostage,
dragged her into the house.

- And our rookies
went in after him--side gate.

- So, instead of one victim
to save, now we got three.

We need to get them
out of that house.

- I tried stopping them
from going in.

- And they didn't listen?
- It all happened so fast.

If we radio, we risk
giving away their position.

- Then send them a damn text.

[siren wailing,
tires screeching]

- Ah!
You're hurting me.

- Quiet.

- [whispering] We just got
orders to stand down.

Metro should be here soon.

- [whispering]
Oh, they won't come in

until they get a better sense
of the situation,

and by then, she could be dead.

- But we have orders.

- You got a text,
which you never saw

because you were
saving the day.

- I am not comfortable
with that.

- All right,
all right, all right.

Well, then, uh, let--
let's split the difference.

We'll go take a peek,
and then you can text back

with a situation report.
- Okay, I like that.

It's like, um,
we're doing recon for Metro.

- Unless an opportunity
to intervene arises.

- And why do I think
that it's going to arise?

- Because
the good Lord loves me.

- What about me?
Does He love me?

Or am I going to go get shot
because you think

you have divine protection?

- Which answer gets you out
of this kitchen?

♪ ♪

- Is anyone else in the house?
- No.

- Answer me truthfully.
- No, it's just me.

- Let me go.
- Come on.

- [whispering]
What's the plan?

- [whispering]
I'm gonna sneak in

and jump him
when he's not looking.

- That's a terrible plan.
- You got a better one?

♪ ♪

- Yes.
Yes, I do.

- Please don't hurt me.
- Shut up!

I got to think.

- Mom?

- You said you were alone.

- [gasps]
I didn't want you to hurt him.

- Mom, do we have
any brownies left?

- Tell him to come in here.

- Honey, come see me
in the living room.

- I-I'm kind of busy
right now.

Mom, why are all
these cop cars outside?

- Don't move.

♪ ♪

- [normal voice]
Drop it! Drop it!

[gun clatters]
You're under arrest.

Interlock your fingers.
- [normal voice] Oh, my God.

I can't believe
it actually worked.

- You got him, partner?
- Yeah, I got him, partner.

[upbeat music]

- You want to radio it in?
- Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, right.
Um, suspect in custody, code 4.

- I think I just had a stroke.
He say "code 4"?

♪ ♪

[cheers and applause]

♪ ♪

- I spoke to Daniel.

He refused to help
the police with anything.

But he is a better brother
than a son.

He told me to tell you
that his friends

haven't been able to find
the man you asked him about,

but they haven't
given up hunting him.

They've hired an outsider,
El Malvado.

- And did he say who that is?

- Malvado is a myth--

the criminal equivalent
of the boogeyman.

Don't snitch,
or Malvado will get you.

He's made up.
- Who's made up?

- Malvado?
- Oh, no, he's definitely real.

Myths don't leave a trail
of bodies along the border.

- Well, apparently,
Southern Front

hired him to kill Jason.

Anything that you
remember about him?

Specific people he was supposed
to have killed?

- I can dig through
my old files,

but if Malvado is after Jason,
then he's a dead man walking,

which is good news for you.

- Best thing for you
to do is step back

and let nature take its course.

- Yeah, I'm not wired
like that.

Justice is Jason
back in prison,

not buried
in an unmarked grave.

♪ ♪

- That was epic.

Did you see all the neighbors
with their phones?

This gonna go viral.
- Oh, man, you think so?

- Oh, sure will.
The way that lady hugged you?

Ooh, that's going to be
the front page

of the "LA Times" tomorrow!

- Hey, you think
we're gonna graduate early?

- Not a chance in hell.

- Do you honestly not see
what's going on right now?

- Are they talking about us?
- Yes, they are.

And that's not
Grey's happy face.

- Grey has a happy face?

Not the time.
But we saved that woman's life.

- You disregarded your training
and made everyone's job

ten times harder.
- Forget skipping to P2.

You'll be lucky
if he doesn't bounce you today.

You're station-bound
for the rest of shift.

- Doing--doing what?

[markers squeaking]

- Technically,
neither of us lost the bet.

It was a draw.

- It's a loss
no matter how you spin it.

Here I was, thinking
that helping Grey out

with a temporary TO position
was going to help my career.

Instead, it's probably just
going to be another black mark.

- Look, as long as the brass
doesn't fire them,

we still have time
to turn them into good cops.

You'll walk away with a win.

- What are the odds
they don't get fired?

- Slim to none.
- Yeah.

[markers continue squeaking]

- I'm just saying,
it's not right.

- Uh, agreed,
but deals are the lifeblood

of our justice system.

- Look, I'm not talking
about plea deals,

which are mostly used
to strong-arm people

with our resources.

I am talking
about violent criminals

getting sweetheart deals
so that law enforcement

can trade up to arrest
equally violent criminals

who happen to be higher up
the food chain.

- This chicken's amazing.
- Thank you.

I can't even take
credit for it.

Lila made it before she went
over to her bestie's house.

- Mmm.
Well, the girl has a gift.

- And, again, I'm not trying
to argue with you,

but in this case,
we didn't even offer a deal,

even though the suspect
may have vital information

on the whereabouts
of an escaped convict.

- An escaped convict
who is threatening

someone we care about.
- Mm-hmm, right.

No, I know.

But that suspect killed

two honor students
with wealthy parents.

Now, can you honestly,
honestly say

that I would've played out
the same way

if the victims had come
from different circumstances?

- Okay, I am pulling the rip
cord on this conversation.

Every person at this table
is very well versed

in the injustices
in the justice system,

and we are all trying
to address those inadequacies

in our own way.

- Yeah, but not everyone in
the DA's office thinks like us.

[dramatic music]

- Thank you so much
for letting me stay here.

- Girl, don't worry about it.

I'm just--
I'm so happy to see you.

I-I missed you.

- But?

- But I wish
you could have confided in me

about everything you're going
through, you know?

I mean--
[chuckles]

- Would you have told me
about your breakup with Tim?

[laughter]
- I-I don't know.

It's--it's kind of awkward.
You dated him, too.

- Wait.
You dated Tim?

- Yes, a million years ago.

Lucy set us up.
- Yeah.

- And you're still friends?
- Well, yeah.

- Yeah, I felt--I felt a little
weird about it at first,

but, um, you know, I called her
when Tim and I got together,

and we talked it out.
- Yeah.

And, honestly, they were
a much better match anyway.

- Hos before bros--
I love it.

- You know, I have to say,

I am a little surprised
you guys broke up.

- Yeah, you and me both.
So much happened last year.

I don't know--I made all these
moves so we could be together,

and the whole thing
just blew up in my face.

But I learned
a very important lesson.

I need to focus on my career.

So, no more
messy station romances.

- I love that.
And you know what?

No more Tim talk.
- Yeah.

- At least not tonight.
- [chuckles]

- I'm gonna get ready for bed.
- Okay.

- Good night.
- Good night.

- You wouldn't happen to have
anything of Nolan's?

Something personal?

- Uh, I don't think so.
Why?

- I'm worried about him.
He's spinning out over Jason.

- Oh. Well, why do you need
a personal item?

- A protection spell.
- Oh. Well, okay.

He--he probably--he'll be fine
with a good night's sleep.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

[alarm blaring]

[ominous music]

♪ ♪

[device beeping, buzzes]
- Come on.

[device beeping, buzzes]

[lock beeping]

♪ ♪

[cell phone beeps,
line trilling]

Yeah, this is
Officer John Nolan.

I need two units sent
to my house

for a possible 4-5-9.

Who's out there?

♪ ♪

[panel beeping]

[blaring stops]

Show me your hands.

- Oh, my God.
Don't shoot me!

- How did you get in the gate?

- It was open,
or I climbed over it.

I-I don't exactly remember.
I've been drinking.

I'm looking for Marnie's house.
She's my BFF.

- But you don't know
where she lives?

- No, I totally know
where she lives.

But did I mention
I've been drinking?

- Did you drive here?

- No, silly.

At least I don't think so.

Who are you, again?
[line trilling]

- I am the guy whose house
you broke into.

Hi, this is John Nolan.

You can cancel that 4-5-9.

Thank you.

- Uh, okay, well,
I'm feeling much more sober,

and you are clearly stressed,
so I'm going to go.

- Probably a good idea.

Please don't drive.

[sighs]

[Otis Kane's "Run"]

- ♪ You curse our name ♪

♪ You waste our time ♪

♪ You make everybody ♪

♪ Stand in line ♪

♪ There's a revolution ♪

♪ That you can't stop ♪

♪ You better run ♪

♪ ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

[knocking]

[distant siren wailing]

- Nolan.
Is the station on fire?

- No.

- Because that's
the only reason

you should bother a man
in the middle of the night,

especially when his day off
is tomorrow.

So I'll see you in, uh--
in 17 hours.

- Do you even know
how many hours are in a day?

- At 4:00 in the morning, no.

- Smitty, Smitty,
this--this is important.

You--you were the first officer
on the scene

at the murder of Julian Power
a year ago.

- Oh, yeah.
Gruesome business.

What about it?
- Well, you put in your notes

that you noticed
a late-model Cadillac sedan

leaving the area
at a suspicious rate of speed.

You even included
a partial plate.

- No one ever said
Quigley Smitty wasn't thorough.

- Yeah, it was--it was actually
excellent attention to detail.

Go figure.

But did the lead detective
follow up on that?

- Nah, victim had major beef
with his ex-business partner.

They were pretty sure
he'd done the deed.

- They thought
the Cadillac was unrelated.

- Good luck.
- Thanks.

Uh, sleep well.

[tense music]

[door opens, closes]

♪ ♪

[car alarm beeps]

♪ ♪

[car door closes,
engine turning over]

♪ ♪

[engine turning over]

♪ ♪

[distant blow lands]
- Ah!

I swear, I don't know
where he is.

Ah!

- You're lying.

- [groaning]
I haven't talked

to Jason in months!

- Even if that were true,
it wouldn't mean anything.

There's half a dozen ways

that you could have
the knowledge that I need

without direct contact.
- Okay, look--

- Stop acting like a tough guy,
and you start talking.

- Police.

Toss the gun,
show me your hands.

- You're going to shoot me
in the back?

- If I have to.

- John Nolan!

♪ ♪

- That's a pretty neat trick.
How'd you know my voice?

- I do my homework.

It's how I stay alive
and on target.

You got to make your own luck
in this life.

- Well, it looks like your luck
hit a serious speed bump.

Now toss the gun.
- This is stupid.

We have the same goal--
the end of Jason Wyler.

And our friend here knows
where he's at.

- No, I don't.
- Shut up!

All you have to do is leave,
and your problems go away.

- I can't do that.
- [sighs]

Morality is such
a frustrating quality.

[gunshots]
- No! Stay down!

- [screams]

[gunshots]

- You all right?
Did it go through?

Just keep pressure right there.
- [groans, coughs]

- Hang on.

- Phones don't work down here.
- Yeah, I'm getting that.

Is there an exit where he went?

- No, it just goes deeper
in the building, boiler room.

You got to get me
out of here, okay?

I need an ambulance.

- Yes, I know,
but I cannot let him escape,

and I don't think
you want me to.

- 'Cause he'll keep
coming after me.

- That's right. Now, what do
you know about Jason Wyler?

- Nothing, dude.

- I am trying to save your
life--tell me what you know.

- Fine, I heard he's shacked up
with some woman.

I swear. That's all I know.
- All right.

You keep pressure on that,
all right?

You keep pressure on it.

I'm gonna go get him before
he can circle round and get us.

- If we're getting fired,

someone
would have called, right?

- Unless they want to do it in
person, and Sergeant Bradford

definitely seems
like that kind of guy.

- Hey, if they kick me out,

I have no idea
what I'm going to do.

- Oh, you'll be all right.
You're not living in your car.

They kick me out,
I'm sleeping at a rest stop,

working at the Circle K
back in Sugarland.

- Penn, Ridley, my office, now!

You put me
in a difficult position.

On one hand,
you screwed up massively.

On the other hand, I'm told
some hashtag is going around.

- #RookieHeroes--it's been
trending since last night.

- I also saw #HeroHottie.

- Which one is the hottie?
- Me.

- Enough.

Sergeant Bradford, how much
do I care about the opinions

of the chronically online?

- Zero, sir.
- Correct.

But we are dealing with
an ongoing corruption scandal

and a public-relations crisis,

and I'm told
that we can't afford to fire

two "hero cops."

- Thank you, sir.

- We won't waste
a second chance, sir.

- Oh, this is not
a second chance, son.

And why is that, Officer Chen?

- Because a second chance
implies a clean slate.

- Exactly.
You two...

are on the edge
of very thin ice.

Am I understood?
both: Yes, sir.

[knock at door]
- I'm sorry to interrupt, sir,

but I can't find
Nolan anywhere.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

- Oh.

Sure don't build 'em
like they used to.

And they sure don't work
like they used to.

[cell phone clicking,
line beeping]

[sighing]
Okay.

♪ ♪

[gunshot]

[suspenseful music]

[gunshots]

I think you're out
of bullets, Malvado!

- I'm not.

But I'm curious as
to why you think I am.

- You're firing a GLOCK 26.

It's an excellent weapon
for concealed carry,

but it only holds 10 rounds.

You've already fired 20.

And I don't think
you're the type

to carry
more than one spare magazine.

- Why's that?

- You take pride
in being a professional.

If it takes you more
than 20 bullets,

you've failed in an epic way.

And I think you're far
too confident to think

that could ever happen to you.

- Pride goeth
before destruction.

- And a haughty spirit
before a fall.

- Proverbs 16:18.

You're a religious man, John.

- My mother.

She found the Bible
a useful tool

in her line of work.

Now, you're going to throw
that gun out,

and you're gonna
come out slowly,

and your hands
are going to be empty.

♪ ♪

Turn around.

Hands on your head,
interlace your fingers.

[gun slides on floor]

- [grunting]

- You even twitch,
I will shoot you.

I'm sure you're
some kind of ninja,

but I got no ego
about fighting you.

So, if you move, you die.
Do you understand?

- Yes.

[handcuffs clicking]

- I got him.

- Uh-oh.
- Shut up.

On your knees.

Knees.
- [grunts]

[gun clatters]

- Oh, man.

[line beeps]
Damn it.

- Do you want me
to go to go for help?

- Nice try.

- It's your only option
to save his life, John.

He's down at least two pints.

If you release the pressure,
he will bleed out.

- So Nolan is not at home.

They knocked
and did a visual scan,

but they couldn't get inside

without driving
a shop through the wall.

No sign of forced entry,
and his truck is missing.

- I'll try to get a trace
on his GPS and his phone.

- So what are we thinking?

Someone attacked him
on his way to work?

- According to
the security logs,

Nolan came back to the station
at 3:00 in the morning

and left just before dawn.

- It has to be related
to Jason.

Bailey gets home next week,
and he's been obsessed

with catching him before then.
- He's looking for Malvado.

- Yeah, I mean, it sounds
like he's found him, right?

- No, if Nolan had hit
a dead end, he would be here.

At the very least, he would be
answering his phone.

We should just retrace
his investigation.

- Already on it.

All right, it looks like
he accessed

his case file around 3:00 a.m.

[rock music]

I know who we need to talk to.

[knocking]

- What?
It's my day off.

- When's the last time
you talked to Nolan?

- 4:00 a.m.
He woke me up, too.

- What did he want?
- Something about a Cadillac.

- Hey, uh, the trace
on Nolan's phone came up empty,

but its last ping location
was downtown off Spring Street.

- Let's go.

- Oh, you're welcome.

- You're making
a big mistake, John.

The cardinal rule of policing
is to protect the public.

- How about you come over here,
you put the pressure on,

and I'll go call for help?
- Sorry.

The only pressure I'm going
to apply is on you.

- He told me where Jason is.

You come help me,
I'll help you.

You were right.
I can't let him die.

- Really?
[laughs]

You expect me to believe
that you had a change of heart?

- I expect you to believe
that this man's life

has more value than Jason's.

When push comes to shove,
I'll do the right thing.

- [sighs]
Okay.

- [groaning]
- Easy. Easy, easy.

We got you.

♪ ♪

- Okay, I'm going to move you
into cell phone range.

It is going to hurt,

but you are going to die
if I don't, all right?

[indistinct chatter
over police radio]

- Hey!
- God!

- We found Nolan.
Theater basement.

- Call in an ambulance.

We need to get him
to the hospital right away.

- Requesting RA
to our location.

We have a 50-year-old male
with a gunshot wound...

- I'll see you.

Hey.
- Hey.

- How you doing?

- Some scratches and scrapes,
killer headache,

but Trey is going to come out
all right, so call it a win.

- Hmm.
- Any leads on Malvado?

- Mm, no, house was cleared out

when SWAT arrived,
car abandoned.

You got to believe
a professional like Malvado

has go bags everywhere
and a host of identities

to choose from.

- Yeah, not surprising,
but still disappointing.

- Yeah, I guess
there's still a chance

he'll solve your Jason problem.

- Yeah, that's just not
how I want it solved.

- Yeah, of course.
Me either.

So, any, uh,
big plans for tonight?

- Only if you would call
taking out the alarm system

I just put in as a big plan.
- What happened?

- It's overkill.
It's insanely complicated.

I was trying so hard
to keep Jason out of my house.

In the end, I just wound up
letting him get in my head.

- Hmm.

- Bailey and I
can't live in fear.

We do that,
Jason's already won.

- Maintaining radical
acceptance of the situation

until you get that
psycho dirtbag off the streets.

- Exactly.
- I like it.

- Yeah, now I just need to find
someone to take

some gently used
but very high-end

security equipment
off my hands--I'll be golden.

- Hmm, oh, you think Area 51

might be looking
for an upgrade?

- I was thinking
secret Vatican archive.

[elevator bell dings]
- Hmm.

[upbeat music]

- Think this is gonna scar?
- Ooh, yeah.

♪ ♪

- Hi.[chuckles]
- Hey.

Hope you had
a good first night back.

- I did. Yeah, it's, uh, nice
to enter a room

and not have to take off
17 layers of clothing.

[laughs]
I, um--

I actually wanted
to talk to you

because I didn't want things
to be weird between us.

I know I kind of disappeared,
but I--

- No, I-I appreciate
what you're doing,

but, honestly, you don't owe me
an explanation.

I don't need closure.
- I do.

Look, if we're going to be
back in each other's lives,

I want us to be honest
with each other.

I know we ended
with a whimper, not a bang,

and I'm sorry
I didn't keep in touch.

I was just working constantly,
and then my company downsized,

and I was just trying
to keep my head

above water until I couldn't,
and now I'm here.

[sighs]
But Lucy's my friend,

and I'd like you and me
to be friends, too,

without the burden
of past-relationship baggage,

which I guess is just
a more formal way of saying,

are we cool?

- We are so cool.
- [sighs] Good.

[chuckles]
Good, okay.

Well, uh,
I'm going to grab Lucy,

and we're going to go hang out
at a bar with music so loud,

we can't even
hear ourselves think.

- Oh, that sounds
like a nightmare.

- [laughs] You are not invited.
- Well, thank God.

[both laugh]
- Good night.

- All right, have a good night.

♪ ♪

- So...
- Hmm.

D I have a question.

- If it's anything
more complicated than,

where are we ordering dinner
from tonight,

I'm afraid I can't help.
- Too much thinking today?

- I just feel like
I need to ice my brain.

- Well, you're in luck.
It's an easy one.

The Blair tape you were
listening to the other day--

I realized where
I know the voice from.

It was Graham, wasn't it?

- I-I can't reveal anything
about the tapes.

It's confidential.
- No, I know.

I don't need to know if he has
mommy issues or whatever,

but I work with him,
and I trust him.

And if he's
under investigation--

- It's not--

♪ ♪

You don't have
to worry about that.

- Okay. Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

- Now you can turn
your brain off.

- Okay.

♪ ♪

- Okay.

Options are leftovers...

leftovers, leftovers.

[alarm blaring]

Bailey!
You're home early.

- I was trying to surprise you.
- I'm surprised.

- My key isn't working.
It's like there's no keyhole.

- Right, no, uh, that--
it's, uh--

Yeah, it's biometric now.

I switched it out,
and I tried to switch it back.

[panel beeping, buzzes]
And I--and I haven't--

I think I took out the thing
that changed the thing.

Just punch in your code.

It's your birthday,
uh, June 28th.

- You mean February 12th?

- Okay, hang on.
You know what?

I'm just in the middle of--
[panel beeping, buzzes]

Hey, I'm so happy you're home--

almost home.
- Me too.

I've really missed you.

- You know what?
I'm going to be honest.

If you, um, crawl up on top of
the HVAC system, you can shimmy

in the bathroom window.
- Oh, great.

I'll be right there.
- I'll meet you there.

- Damn it.