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Previously on "The Rookie"....

People are gonna
die, and you can't save them

I ate their pain like
a five-star meal.

Do you want to come in?

I didn't know that you
were gonna be here.

Tim and I were ju... No.

Have you decided
what you're gonna do

with your Golden Ticket?

So next week, you're
off to F. T. O. school.

You will officially be a
Field Training Officer.

Detective Misha Porter.
I'm here to recruit you.

When do classes
start? Next Monday.

Hi. Is there a
problem, Officer?

Hi. Um... where's the driver?

It's a driverless
car, obviously.

My dad designs them.

He was busy, so he
told it to take me.

Okay. Well, he... Um,
it just ran a stop sign.

The camera must
not have seen it.

Right. But I'm gonna have
to write you a ticket.

Why? I wasn't driving.

Yeah, not... not you, but, um...

Surprise!

Oh!

You're home from undercover
school, so, you know, mm.

I love it.

Well, mm...

I'm gonna be late for class,

but I want to hear
all about it tonight.

Okay, great.

Oh, wait. You're...

But... Yep.

Oh, God.

Mm.

Ah. Hi.

Hi.

I'm so happy you're home.

How are you?

Great. Mm?

Uh, typing still a
bit of a challenge.

And forget about opening a jar.

It hasn't been too much for
you, being back at work?

Are you kidding?

I was going out of my mind
sitting on the couch all day.

There's something else
that's been helping me more.

An online group that's
hunting Rosalind.

They contacted me
a few weeks ago.

They call themselves
"Dye-Hards."

Hmm. Let me guess. "D-Y-E"
as in Rosalind "Dyer"?

Exactly. Mm-hmm.

At first I thought they
were a bunch of kooks

who just wanted to
hear about the attack.

But, you know, th-their research
is actually really impressive.

Uh, what kind of
research? What...

They... They scour
message boards,

subreddits, and social
media posts for tips,

then compile the most credible
ones in an encrypted PDF

they call "The Mother Doc."

And they...

Well, I was hoping
you might take a look.

Chris, I'm a patrol officer.

I-I... Um, I'm not a part
of the investigation.

But you're still a cop.

Look, I wouldn't ask,

but the task force has
been blowing me off.

You are still recovering.

You know, and it's...
It's not healthy

to be immersed in hunting
Rosalind all day long.

Just take a look.

If you think it's worth
passing on, great.

If not, totally fine.

Fine. I will look
at "The Mother Doc."

Thanks.

Your first day
as a Training Officer.

How does it feel?

Well, considering six weeks ago,

I thought I'd have to
wait another... two years,

pretty fantastic.

What you got there?

Nothing. Just a couple things
I didn't want to forget.

Let me see, let me see.

"How to set up a shop"?
"Processing a prisoner"?

Nolan, I sincerely hope after
two years in the department

and a month at the F.
T. O. Training Academy,

you don't need a crib sheet.

No, sir. No, I just...

I-I've been working
towards this so long,

I just didn't want
to mess anything up.

Oh, but you will.

This is your first time training
a rookie officer from jump,

making you a rookie yourself.

Which I'm sure you're not
gonna haze me about at all.

You're gonna stumble.

But you're a good cop and
you know how to do the job.

Thank you, sir. I needed that.

Good, 'cause you're
not getting this back.

Now, let's go meet
your rookie, boot.

So, alright, first
things first...

So, I'd like to congratulate
Officer Lucy Chen

for successfully completing

the D. E. A. Covert
Operations Training Academy,

which is no small
feat.

Good to have you
back, Officer Chen.

Happy to be back, sir.

Also, I have the
privilege to introduce

Mid-Wilshire's newest
Training Officer, John Nolan.

Hey, hey, hey.

Good work.

And since Harper has
decided to abandon patrol

for a cushy desk job
with the detectives,

today Nolan will take
on the responsibility

of training his first rookie.

Officer, stand up,

state your name
and badge number.

I'm Celina Juarez,
badge number 53397.

Officer Juarez,

you have earned the
right to be in this room,

but you must prove
yourself to stay.

The way we do things matters.

Protocol and tradition
are the metal

from which every cop
in this city is forged.

You have anything to add?

I see you got top
marks at the Academy.

Good for you.

None of that matters
when you hit the street,

so assume you know nothing,

and you'll never be wrong.

Got it? Yes, sir.

That's it. Be safe out there.

Hi, I'm Celina...

Your new rookie who, uh,
apparently knows nothing.

Oh, I wouldn't say "nothing."

Dean's List, D3 soccer,

graduate classes in
criminal justice...

Pretty impressive. Thank you.

But I'm aware that
academia and street smarts

are two different things.

I like to think simple common
sense trumps them both.

But if you have any questions,
you can always come and ask me.

Yep, and me. Hi.
I'm Lucy Chen.

Nice to meet you, ma'am.

May I? Please.

Sergeant Bradford's right.

The most important thing
is to never pretend

that you know
something you don't.

Pretending is what gets
you killed out there.

You're very lucky to have
Officer Nolan as your T. O.

He's a great listener.

And if you ever want to
talk to another woman

who was in your shoes not
that long ago, um, I'm here.

Thank you. That means a lot.

Yeah, of course.

You guys have a
great first shift.

Thank you, Officer Chen.

Are you ready to get started?

Yes, sir.

Congrats on making
P2. Thank you.

I heard you're doing a great job

riding with Tim as
his Sergeant's Aide.

Thanks, but look, I'm
ready to step aside

now that you're back, s...

Wait, Tim said I'm
doing a great job?

Uh, no. Sorry. Oh.

I-I made that last part up.

But, you know, he
hasn't replaced you yet,

so he's happy.

You should, um, stick with him.

Really? You sure?

Yeah. I mean, I could...

use some quiet time riding solo,

thinking about next
steps in my career.

You haven't heard
a word I've said.

No, sorry. Uh, yeah, I got
something I got to take care of.

Excuse me.

Good talk.

Good morning.

Thank God you're back.

But first things first...

I need to see
photos of Leah ASAP.

Look.

Oh, my God. She's gorgeous.

It must have been hard to
leave her this morning.

Yeah, it was.

You ready to think
about crime again?

Yes. What can I help with?

Let's see.

Jill Baskin. Missing
now for three days.

Uh, any suspects?

The roommate says Jill's
ex-boyfriend had a nasty temper,

but I haven't been able to
find enough for a warrant.

I'd love fresh eyes.

Tyler Harvin.

Alright, I will jump on it.

Thanks.

This is your shop.
Do not call it a car,

a cruiser, or a black and white.

It is where you work.

Anytime you leave the shop,

your body camera needs to be on.

Perfect.

First, check the exterior
of the shop for any damage.

You are looking for
dents, dings, scratches.

We're gonna check the back seat

for anything a suspect
might have left behind...

Money, weapons...

drugs.

Was someone smoking
weed in here?

I think that was me.

Excuse me?

No, it's not marijuana.
I-I saged the shop.

You... That's unconventional.

I'm sorry. I-I didn't
think you'd notice.

It's just that
it's my first day,

and I figured I could use all
the help I could get, right?

Sure. Next time, just
check with me first.

Okay. Now, where
was I? It was...

My Rook Book says you check
the trunk for equipment.

The trunk.

We're gonna need police tape.
We're gonna need road flares.

Load up.

Hey, you're back.
How was U. C. school?

Challenging.

How's life working
for the enemy?

Not as weird as I
thought it would be.

It's actually pretty interesting

seeing things from
the other side.

That's great. Um,
how is Chris doing?

Yeah, he seems fine.

You know, they're
starting him off slow,

nothing too intense. Why?

Has he talked to you about
this online community

he joined that's
hunting Rosalind?

No, but I could see why
that would worry you.

Want me to keep an eye on him?

Yeah, I really do.

Yeah, no problem.

But, Lucy, just give him time.

We've both been where he is.

He'll get through it.

What's the name of the
store we just passed?

Huh? Uh, it was, uh...

You have no idea because your
face has been on your phone

for the past 10
minutes. Put it away.

Sorry, sir. It's just,
um...

There's something going on that
I don't know how to handle.

You know the deal.

This is a personal-life
free zone.

Yes, sir. But, uh,

this is something that could,
like, derail my career.

Alright. What is it?

I'm being blackmailed.

Yeah, so, I, um...

I sent this photo to this
girl on a dating app,

you know, just shirtless,
nothing X-rated.

A thirst trap, you know?

I wish I didn't.

Turns out it was some
dude, and I was catfished.

And now he's blackmailing me.

With what? You said the
photo didn't show anything.

Right. The... The
original one didn't.

But then he Photoshopped it.

Whoa. Yeah.

What does he want?

He didn't say.

He just told me to wait
for further instructions.

Well, I mean, it could be worse.

At least he was generous.

Control, 7-L-19, I have
a 10-34 at The Nautilus

near the corner of
Virgil and West Fourth.

I'm going 9-5-4 to
look for squatters.

Control, 7-L-19, I'm code 4.

There's no one here but
me and some spiders.

Uh...

Hey!

Control, 7-L-19, I need
backup to my last...

Damn it!

Hey!

Can anyone hear me?

It's not funny.

Thanks for
letting me drive.

You know, at the Academy,

they said it would be six
months before I got the chance.

Sorry. The... The
smell will pass soon.

No, it's alright.

I, uh... I know plenty
of cops who wear

a St. Christopher's
medal... Uh, protection.

Mm. Police are a
superstitious bunch.

What about you?

Do you believe in that
kind of thing or...?

Superstitions? Mm-hmm.

No, no. Not really.

In high school, I, uh, didn't
wash my hockey jersey for a year

because of a winning streak.

Oh, see, that's gross.

I didn't see this vehicle
commit a violation.

Why are we pulling them over?

Something's wrong with it.

We're gonna have to be
a little more specific.

Officer Juarez, protocol
is we call it in first.

Was I going too fast, Officer?

No, ma'am.

Ask for I. D.

Ma'am, I'd like to take
a look in your trunk.

Guess that's alright.

Uh, ma'am, that
won't be necessary.

Officer Juarez,
come speak with me.

What's the probable cause?

There's something dark
coming from that trunk.

Dark? Like an aura.

Officer Juarez, we do
not pull over vehicles

because they give us
the heebie-jeebies.

And we certainly do not search
trunks without probable cause.

That is a form of profiling,
and I won't have it.

But she consented,
so I... I don't care.

She's an elderly woman

who is clearly intimidated
by police officers.

You're taking
advantage of that fear.

Just look.

No. I'm...

That's blood.

I knew it.

Alright, ma'am. Thank you.

How is she?

Upset.

I tried to dust her off.

She still wants to file
a formal complaint.

Look, I've never had to say
this to a rookie before,

but you cannot pull someone
over for having a dark aura...

Or any kind of aura.

Nolan, how could you let your
boot make a stop like that?

I'm sorry, sir. The
situation got away from me.

Okay, but what about
the blood in the trunk?

She says she has a grandson
that sometimes borrows the car.

He... Maybe he
spilled something.

Look, we'll collect a sample.

We'll test to see if it's human.

If it is, then we
really have a problem.

Okay, but won't that
mean I was right?

The crime was committed, so...

Yes, probably.

But since the evidence was
found during an illegal stop,

it's inadmissible in court.

It's the fruit of
a poisonous tree.

Nolan, think you can handle
taking this back to the station?

Sir.

You ever do anything
like that again,

not only will you
be disciplined,

you'll be out of the LAPD.

You got it? Yes, sir.

Now go apologize to that woman
and tell her she's free to go.

Well, my catfish
just messaged me.

Said he wants a PS5, or he's
gonna release the photo.

That's it?

I mean, they are
really hard to find.

Okay. Where's the drop?

Looks like his apartment.

So he's a dumbass. Great.

Alright, we'll pick
one up on the way.

Oh, uh...

I thought you weren't supposed
to negotiate with terrorists.

Well, he's not a
terrorist. He's an idiot.

But if we arrest him, that
photo becomes evidence.

Everyone at the station sees it.

Good thing I got a
gamer connect in K-Town.

Of course you do.

Control,
7-L-19. Do you copy?

Oh!

It's gonna be
fine. This is fine.

They will do a welfare check
when I don't report in,

and this is fine.

Until then, I will read,

because there is
nothing else to do.

Morning.

Hey. Need help again
with the copier?

No, no.

I've made peace with the
fact that it's possessed.

I was just dropping by
to see how you're doing.

You talked to Lucy.

Yeah.

I think the Dye-Hards
thing has spun her out.

Yeah.

That's why I didn't tell her
about it while she was away.

Yeah, I wish she'd just
believe me that I'm fine.

You probably don't
know this about me,

but I was stabbed a few
years ago at the courthouse.

What? No, uh, I
didn't. That's awful.

I'm telling you this
so that you know

that I've been where you are.

All I wanted was for people
to stop seeing me as a victim.

Exactly.

My friends on the message board,
they don't treat me like that.

They see me as someone with
valuable insight into Rosalind.

And that must feel great.

It's like you're back in control
of your own narrative again.

But simply saying you're
okay doesn't make it so.

Just consider it.

I will.

Hey, if you're looking for
a community that understands

what you've been through,
you got Lucy and me.

Thanks. I appreciate that.

Okay, man.

So why the hell was your
rookie driving in the first place?

That's how I was taught.

It's not standard practice.

Once you've been a T.
O. For a few years,

then you can get creative
with the guidelines.

On your first day, stick
to the damn script.

Yes, sir.

Where's Juarez now?

Writing up the report.

I want you to triple check it.

All the paperwork surrounding
this needs to be immaculate,

so make sure she specifies
that she was unable

to articulate the
reason for the stop.

Yes, sir. I'll also be
writing up a blue page on her.

In it, you need to detail
how, as Juarez's T. O.,

how you plan to correct
her moving forward.

It may have been her mistake,

but as her supervisor,
she's your responsibility.

That can't be
true. Can it? I...

Now, this user is making
sense... TruthHunter184.

"Don't give Rosalind
the satisfaction.

She eats her victim's pain
like a five-star meal."

"Like a five-star meal."

Rosalind said that to Nolan.

Hey!

Hey! Can anybody hear me?!

Yo, I got what you asked for.

Drop it and leave.

Hello.

Sergeant Bradford, LAPD.

Hi, uh, O-Officers. What's up?

You're blackmailing me.

Do you have any idea how
serious of a crime this is?

I could charge
you with a felony.

Hold on, 'kay? I-I wasn't really
gonna release the... the photo.

I-I just... just wanted the PS5.

My mom won't get me one.

Pavi, are
you talking to me?

No, Mom. God! Just
stay out of it.

Oh, I think we should
get Mom out here.

No, whoa. That's
not necessary. No.

Then delete the photo. Now.

Okay. Alright. Yeah.

Deleting the photo.
Okay. See? It's gone.

And get rid of the dating
profile, too, okay?

It's messed up,
catfishing people.

Yeah, done.

Bad behavior does
not get a reward.

You do anything like that
again, I'll make sure your phone

and laptop are
collected as evidence.

You got it?

You suck.

Sweet kid.

So, what's up? We
taking this back or...

Hell no. Taking this home.

You know how hard it is
to find one of these?

Harper.

Are you sure?

What?

Jill's blood was swabbed

from the trunk of a car
during a traffic stop.

Whose car?

Whose car?

Wait. They what?

Do you know how
dead to me you are?

The blood that you found in
the car belongs to a woman

who has been missing
for three days.

It is our only lead.

And... And now I hear
that it's a bad stop?

I know. I'm sorry.

It was my fault. I'm...

His rookie. Which means that
you are his responsibility.

Nolan, I trained you
better than this.

And now you are both
making me look bad.

I just got off
the phone with T. I. D.

When they went to
impound the car,

they took a preliminary look
and said the blood appears to be

only 10 to 12 hours old.

Jill could still be alive.

Oh, then we gotta move quickly.

Not so fast.

I take it you're Officer Juarez?

Yes, sir.

Wesley Evers from
the D. A.'s office.

Since the blood evidence
you found is inadmissible,

the LAPD will have to
figure out another way

to implicate your
suspect in this crime.

So we do have a suspect?

Our missing person's
ex-boyfriend, Tyler Harvin.

The car belongs to
his grandmother.

She confirmed that he
has regular access to it.

So to nail this guy in court,
I need something concrete

tying him to Jill's
disappearance.

Without P. C., Carradine
won't authorize

a surveillance detail on Harvin.

But he did agree
to let me and Lopez

run foot surveillance ourselves.

If we can catch Tyler engaging
in suspicious activity,

Carradine said he'd
approve a full team.

You're gonna try and run foot
surveillance with two officers?

No, four. You and your
rookie are gonna start

digging your way out of
my doghouse by helping.

Remember, Harvin has
a history of violence.

Don't underestimate him.

I've got Harvin heading
north down Lake.

Black pants, blue ball
cap, light-blue shirt.

Roger
that. Standing by.

Alright. I need you to focus
on what I'm about to say.

Everything you
learned at the Academy

goes out the window the
moment the adrenaline hits.

You have to keep thinking,

remain aware of your
surroundings at all times,

and avoid any physical contact

unless someone's life
has been threatened.

Yes, sir.

I've got him.

I'll pick you up in the alley.

Continuing west on Eleventh.

He just turned onto
Grandview. He's heading north.

That's us.

He's running!

Which way?

North on Grandview,
west side of the street.

Hey!

I can't believe my career
was almost ruined by a kid

whose mom still
does his laundry.

When was the last time you
heard Chen on the radio?

I can't remember. It was
like an hour ago, maybe two.

Dispatch, this is 7-Adam-100.

Can you perform a security
check on Officer Chen?

Hold on, 7-Adam-100.

She's not responding.

When was last contact?

According to the logs, it
was over two hours ago.

Alright, that's a problem
we're gonna talk about later.

Right now, give me her
last known address.

Chen?

Chen!

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm in here.

Hang on. The door is stuck.

Yeah, no kidding.

You okay?

I-I think I have a
lead on Rosalind.

- What?
- How?

Chris has been spending
time on these message boards

filled with armchair detectives

that are trying to
track Rosalind down.

You think one of them found her?

I think one of them is her.

I would add that it was
an error in judgment

that you will not repeat.

And this memorandum is going
to the Watch Commander?

Yeah. And then he will run
it up the chain of command.

Are they gonna wash me out?

It's a possibility.

You can be fired for
literally anything

in your probationary period.

But, on the other hand,
it's your first day.

Your failure is more so on me.

Are they gonna
find Jill on time?

I hope so.

But you should
prepare for the worst.

No, she's still
alive. I can feel it.

The way you felt the bad aura?

Yes.

Look, I-I know
that in the movies,

police seem to rely
on their intuitions

all the time about a suspect.

In reality, this
is not the case.

What you see as intuition

is actually years of
hard-won knowledge

in how to interpret
things like body language.

It's not a mystical
power. It's observation.

And even then, cops get
it wrong all the time.

With all due respect,

reading someone's
body language sounds

just as mysterious
as my feelings.

That's because you don't have
the experience to back it up.

You sound just like the
old-school instructors

at the Academy, going
on about tradition

while conveniently leaving out
the dark side of that tradition.

I thought you wanted to be
a different kind of T. O.

Why can't I be a
different kind of cop?

Maybe one day you can be.

But first, you have to
learn the fundamentals.

But I was right about the car.

Yes, you were.

And I bet you think it's unfair
that that stop was inadmissible.

But I want you to think
about what would happen

if the police were able to stop
people based on feelings alone.

Where do we draw the
line between a dark aura

and outright prejudice?

That's why the rule
exists. To protect people.

I don't see how the rules
are protecting Jill Baskin.

Hey. Lucy.

Hey, what's going on?
They won't tell me.

Sit down.

Okay, so, um, I went
through "The Mother Doc,"

and I think I found Rosalind.

What? Where? That
sighting in Rome?

N-No. I...

Are you familiar with the
username "TruthHunter184"?

Yeah. Uh, he lives in Atlanta.

He doesn't?

Lucy found some irregularities

in TruthHunter's
communication style,

so she asked us to look into it.

I reviewed all of
TruthHunter's messages,

and I agree with Officer Chen.

The forensic linguistics are
a match to Rosalind Dyer.

But... No, that
doesn't make any sense.

Do you remember when
TruthHunter wrote

Rosalind "eats her victim's
pain like a five-star meal"?

Yeah.

I heard Rosalind use
that exact phrase

to describe the pleasure
she took at her trial

when watching the agony
of her victims' families.

I told her things about me,
about the investigation.

It's okay. You didn't know.

Uh, so what do we do?

I can message her, try
to set up a meeting.

N-No. Uh, Rosalind will
see right through that.

I agree. With this level
of intelligent psychopath,

I would advise to err
on the side of caution.

So we work with what we've got.

We get cyber crimes involved,

and we see if we can track
her using her I. P. address.

And if we find anything,

we promise to keep
you in the loop.

Thank you.

Yeah. Uh, thanks.

Hey. Are you okay?

No. I'm really not.

Officer Nolan, I-I want to
apologize for yesterday.

Look, I was upset
that my mistake

may have put Jill
in further jeopardy,

and I unfairly
took it out on you.

I promise to do better.

I appreciate that.

I also thought about
our conversation.

I want you to trust
me with your feelings.

If you had confided in me
yesterday before the car stop,

we could have avoided
this whole mess.

So next time you have an idea,

no matter how crazy,
tell me about it.

Oh, thank God.

Because I had the wildest dream.

Okay, that's not
exactly what I...

No, you're right. I'm
sorry. Tell me your dream.

I was up half the night doing
a deep dive on Tyler Harvin.

When I finally fell asleep,

I-I dreamt that I
was on the beach

and a body washed up on shore.

Jill Baskin?

No. It was a man.
A giant, actually.

Wearing an old-timey armor,

holding a big wooden
shield with a crown on it.

Okay. And you
think this knight

had something to do
with Jill's abduction?

I don't know. But
it was so vivid.

And I thought m-maybe Jill's
being kept near a beach.

Okay. Um...

You said you were looking into
Tyler when you fell asleep.

What exactly did you find?

I was looking into
his work history.

I mean, he does
a lot of odd jobs

all over the city...
Landscaping, contracting.

And I thought one of these jobs

may have given him access
to a hiding place...

Maybe somewhere
off a beaten path

where he might be holding Jill.

Okay. Uh, were any of
the jobs near a beach?

Did any of them have
anything to do with

the name Knight or Shield?

A company name?
Maybe a client?

Well, he finished work a
few weeks ago for a job

on a company called A
Royal Hand Construction.

And the house was on a street
called Beachwood Canyon.

Show me on Streetview.

See, Tyler could have
seen this condemned house

while he was working
here for Royal.

Your dream wasn't a premonition.

It was just your subconscious
processing information.

So you don't think I'm crazy?

I'm not saying that. But
I think we should do it...

Take a look at that house before
we talk to Harper and Lopez.

You wanted to see me, sir?

That was Garza.

Their cyber crime people

traced the web of
Rosalind's I. P. addresses

to a house outside Seattle.

They're putting together
a surveillance team

to go there now.

Agent Garza has
invited you to join.

Really? That...
That's amazing.

Yeah, I-I'm in.

Jet leaves in an hour.

Sir.

What the hell?

Oh, good morning, Cop Cake.

Oh, man.

Yeah, I'm thinking we need to
pay our catfish another visit.

Damn straight.

Alright. You take
the east side.

I'll take the west.

And then meet in the middle.

Copy. Radio if
you see anything.

Will do.

Nolan, I found her.

East side of the
house at the window.

Stand back.

Cleared.

Check her.

She's alive.

Alright. Stay with her.

I'm gonna clear the house.

Hey, Jill. My name is Celina.

Everything's gonna be alright.

Patrol, 7-Adam-15.

Show us at 6577
Beachwood Canyon,

abandoned house.

Found a female kidnap
victim, possibly Jill Baskin.

Multiple stab wounds.

Requesting R. A. And
additional units.

Police!

Is anyone in here?

Come out with your hands up now.

Hey!

Nolan, I see him!

Stop!

What do you got?

Officer Juarez?

Officer Juarez, check in.

Officer Juarez, please respond.

Victim's in the bedroom.

Severe blood loss, but
her vitals are stable.

Copy that. We're on it.

Officer Juarez, do you copy?

Celina, do you hear me?

Police!

Officer Juarez, respond.

7-Adam, um, it's Juarez.

I had eyes on the
suspect. I'm in pursuit.

Celina, I'm coming to
you. Where are you?

I don't know.

Are you on the trail?

No. Uh...

I think we were heading
east, but we turned.

I see him.

Does he have a weapon?

I can't tell.

Celina, I need you to
focus so I can find you.

He's on the move.
He's on the move.

7-Adam-15, my rookie's
in pursuit of suspect,

but the specific
location is unknown.

I am heading northeast
on trail road,

requesting airship and
all available units

to help locate suspect
and Officer Juarez.

Code 3.

Juarez, talk to me.

I've lost visual. I
don't know where he went.

Look around you.
What do you see?

Just trees and a footbridge.

No buildings, no signs?

I-I see one of those
electrical boxes.

Great. Does it have any
kind of identifier on it?

A serial number?

Uh...

Yeah.

198962.

Control, I need the location of
an L. A. City electrical box.

Serial number 198962.

Copy, 7-Adam-15.

Sending the location
to your box.

Okay, Celina, hang
tight, I got you.

Copy that.

Celina? Celina?

Damn it, dispatch,
where is my airship?

I have an officer
in need of help.

It's okay.

You're gonna be alright.

How is Officer Juarez?

Shaken up. A little bruised.

Nothing serious, thank God.

Not a great start.

She'll bounce back.

I meant you.

I know.

If that suspect had gotten
her gun away from her...

These last few days have
been extremely humbling.

Everything is moving a
hundred miles an hour.

I feel like I barely
have time to teach her

the most basic things before
everything goes sideways.

Translation... You feel
like a rookie again.

Yeah.

Well, to her credit,
Celina managed to fight off

a guy twice her size after
sprinting up a canyon.

She's got spirit. Maybe
a little too much.

You know anything
about horses, Nolan?

I really don't, sir.

Have a seat.

Young racehorses are
skittish and excitable.

To calm them down, they
partner them with older horses

to teach them how
to check themselves.

Eventually, they come around.

It's the natural
order of things.

Officer Juarez, a word?

I imagine that was a pretty
tough first case for you.

Sir.

Something wasn't adding up,

so I requested your
full personnel file.

You read about my sister.

Yeah.

Abducted from your yard
when you were 9 years old.

I can't even imagine
what you went through.

I was supposed to
be watching her,

and I looked away for a minute.

And after three weeks of
no leads from the police,

my mom hired a psychic.

That's who found
her, not the cops.

Which is why you put so
much stock in intuition.

Mm-hmm.

I was wrong earlier

when I said you don't
have the experience

to back up your gut instincts.

See, I think you blamed yourself

for what happened
to your sister,

and that made you an extremely
observant 9-year-old girl

so that you'd never miss
seeing danger coming again.

And over the years, you funneled
all that input into your gut.

See, I think you saw the blood
on the bumper of that car,

and before you
understood what you saw,

you translated it
into a dark aura.

And your premonition dream
about Jill's whereabouts,

that came after a long night

of meticulous,
evidence-based research.

So does that mean you're...
You're not washing me out?

Correct.

But I don't have a crystal ball.

I don't know yet if
you are going to be

a good police officer.

But I am willing to trust my
gut and give it another shot.

Thank you, sir. I
won't let you down.

I'll see you tomorrow.

You know, if you ever
need a crystal ball,

you can always borrow mine.

Kidding.

Good night, Officer Juarez.

Good night.

Alright, so here's
the deal, Pavi.

I filled out the paperwork
charging you with a felony,

and I will file it today

unless you start using
your skills to help people.

And how much does that pay?

Nothing.

But then again,
neither does prison.

I'm listening.

Alright, so, we have a friend
who has a community center

and he needs a volunteer to help
teach a computer literacy class

to the neighborhood.

You keep your nose clean,
you show up twice a week,

I'll shred these.

Otherwise, I've
got up to 18 months

to file your felony
paperwork with the D. A.

I thought you were gonna
take away all my electronics.

I was.

Lucky for you, Officer Thorsen
believes in second chances.

Just take the deal, kid.

Pavi, why is there
a police car parked outside?

Okay. Alright. I-I'm in.
Just text me the details.

Officer Chen? I'm Agent Miller
from the Seattle field office.

Nice to meet you,
sir. What do we know?

House belongs to a Phyllis
and Raymond Haymen.

Friends and family haven't
heard from them in over a week,

but their car's in the driveway.

Any movement inside?

None. We can hear their
phones ringing inside,

but no one ever answers them.

Well, something's not right.

We were thinking the same thing.

FBI! Open up!

We have a warrant to
search these premises.

Look at that.