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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...

- 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.

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.

System armed.

Okay.

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?

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.

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.

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.

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.

- 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.

- Yes, sir.
- Yes, sir.

Now go.

Yeah.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

- 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.

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.

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.

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.

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.
- Sure.

Penn, you're with me, darlin'.

- Ridley, hold the line!
- Copy that.

Don't move.

I told him this was a bad idea.

He's a decoy.

Hey, stop.

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

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.

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.

Kill the sirens.

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.

- Stop!
- Foot pursuit.

Suspect headed northbound
through the park

toward Victoria Avenue.

- LAPD!
- Stop!

Oh, my God! Help!

- Hey, police!
- Stay where you are!

Hey, you stay where you are.

- 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!

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.

- Ah!
- You're hurting me.

Quiet.

We just got
orders to stand down.

Metro should be here soon.

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.

What's the plan?

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.

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.

Drop it! Drop it!

You're under arrest.

- Interlock your fingers.
- Oh, my God.

I can't believe it
actually worked.

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

- 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"?

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?

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.

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.

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...

Would you have told me
about your breakup with Tim?

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.

- 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.

Come on.

Yeah, this is
Officer John Nolan.

I need two units
sent to my house

for a possible 4-5-9.

Who's out there?

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?

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.

♪ 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 ♪

- 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.

Ah!

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

Ah!

You're lying.

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.

Morality is such a
frustrating quality.

No! Stay down!

You all right?
Did it go through?

Just keep pressure right there.

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?
- Yes, sir.

I'm sorry to interrupt, sir,

but I can't find Nolan anywhere.

Oh.

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

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

Okay.

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.

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.

I got him.

- Uh-oh.
- Shut up.

On your knees.

Knees.

Oh, man.

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.

I know who we need to talk to.

- 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?

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.

Okay.

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?

- 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.

Hmm.

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

- Hi.
- 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.

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.

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.
- Good.

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.

- You are not invited.
- Well, thank God.

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.

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.

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...

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.