All language subtitles for The Rookie - S07E11 - TBA.eng

♪ Step on into the sunshine ♪

♪ Take a walk in the clouds ♪

♪ We done seen
enough time fly ♪

♪ What you worried about ♪

♪ ♪

Get me a double shot.

What's a red curb mean, Boot?

Absolutely no stopping,
standing, or parking,

with the exception of transit
buses, for any amount of time.

Good. Go educate that driver.

Yes, sir.

Excuse me, sir.

You can't park in the red zone.

Oh, I'll just be a minute.

I'm grabbing a coffee.

The length of time
is irrelevant.

You need to move
your vehicle now.

OK, so let me get this straight.

I can't park here
for two seconds,

but it's OK for the police?

What's the issue?

You know, maybe if you want
people to follow the rules,

you should lead by example.

Don't look at me.

It's your call.

Where'd you park, the moon?

[gasps]

The only spot was at, uh...

at the top of the hill.

All units, in
progress 2-11 reported

at Fairfax Savings and Loans.

Requesting backup, Code 3.

That's why you don't let some

under-caffeinated civilian
bully you into moving the shop.

- ♪ Whoa, oh, oh ♪
- Code 3, Boot.

You better run!

♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ I'm gonna win for you ♪

That's a jog!

♪ Like I know you
want me to do ♪

♪ Hey ♪

♪ ♪

OK.

How do I look?

Uh, you look like you.

Yeah, but "Pennsylvania
working stiff" me or "LAPD" me?

Um, I mean, I'm sorry, babe,

everything about you
kind of screams cop.

Really?

Is this for
Operation Ride a Bus?

Yes, yes.

Gotta love an election year.

I mean, crime on
buses and trains

have been going up
for three years.

But now, finally, the
mayor is paying attention.

Well, if it helps you
get into character,

we both might have to
start riding the bus soon.

I've been diving back
into adoption research,

and this website tells
me the average cost

of adopting a
child in California

is anywhere from 40,000...

- Dollars?
- Yep, to $70,000.

And that's not even
including all the expenses

that come once the child
is actually ours...

child care, braces,
piano lessons.

OK, well, let's... let's
not get ahead of ourselves.

Yes, clearly, having a child
is an expensive prospect,

but we both have good-paying
jobs with pensions.

And do I regret spending
all that money on a lemon

of a security system?
Yes, definitely.

But we'll figure it out.

I mean, Lord knows, Sarah and
I, we had some lean years,

but we managed to give
Henry a great childhood.

And you and I will do the same.

Yes?

Yes.

I think maybe a hat.

[funky music]

Yes.

[inhales and exhales]

I didn't realize how much
I'd missed that money.

5% is more than it sounds.

Look, I mean, it's
not I'm broke.

I do have a very strict budget
that I follow down to the cent,

but that's what was so
great about that extra cash.

It was my self-care fund...

monthly massages, a cleaning
lady, the occasional facial.

Why don't you take the TO exam,

make this promotion permanent?

There's one in a few weeks.

You'll have that
5% by next month.

OK, here's the thing.

I really don't want
to get distracted

from focusing on studying
for the sergeant's exam.

And besides, if I
became a full-time TO,

then there is a
chance that I would

have to train another rookie.

And... oof.

That is typically part of
being a training officer.

Look, I know Ridley was, uh...

An anxiety-inducing nightmare
that gave me the stress sweats?

I was gonna say tricky.

But look, the odds
of you getting

another rookie who's
a compulsive liar has

gotta be, like, 1 in 10, tops.

That is a horrifyingly
high ratio.

[sighs]

I think I'd rather just
focus on my peace of mind

and, you know, making sergeant.

Guess that means
bye-bye, cleaning lady.

- Oh, what happened to Nancy?
- Nothing.

All right, everyone,
settle down.

We have a lot to
cover this morning.

So I expect by now, everyone has

read the memo concerning
the brass's new plan

to combat crime on the metro.

Each division is responsible
for fielding a team

of plainclothes officers
to ride a high-crime bus

or train line in an
effort to curb the number

of incidents being reported.

Kicking things off
from Mid-Wilshire

will be Officer
Nolan and Juarez.

They'll be taking
today's inaugural ride.

Please stand, you two.

[all whooping, cheering]

Take a good look at
what they're wearing.

If you encounter
them in the field,

they are to be treated
like undercover officers.

After roll call, check
in with detectives

Harper and Lopez.

They'll be running point
and handling surveillance.

Chen and I will provide
backup in a follow car.

Which means, Penn,
you'll be riding with me.

Any questions?

Good.

Be safe out there.

Sir, I just want to
say I appreciate you

for taking such a personal
interest in my training.

I can't wait to
see what you got.

But before then, this was
left at reception for you.

Looks like you've been served.

I'm being sued?

It would seem so.

We'll deal with that later.

Go set up the shop.

Yes, sir.

All right.

Are you ready for today?

Whew, first real
undercover assignment.

Are you kidding?

I spent all last night
coming up with a backstory

for my cover identity.

Elisa is a student at
Santa Monica College

studying Economics with a
minor in Romance Languages.

I ride the bus to save
money so that one day

I can transfer to my dream
school, UC Santa Barbara.

Oh.

What about you?

Oh, uh, Jim is a
contractor taking the bus

'cause his car's in the shop.

You're no fun.

I'm not gonna lie, I
feel kind of jealous.

I mean, riding around on
the bus sounds like way

more fun than riding
around in the follow car...

no offense.

You're already a skilled
undercover operative.

Juarez needs the practice.

You wanna be a sergeant, you
gotta get used to supervising

from the sidelines.

In fact, why don't you practice
being a sergeant today?

I'll let you call the shots.

Huh.

Wait, does that
mean I get to drive?

Not a chance.

Thank you.

[upbeat music]

Surveillance techs got
to the depot at 2:00 a.m.

to trick out the bus
with extra cameras.

But these will give
us a first-person view

so we can see what you see.

Picture looks good.

Man, this is

so freakin' cool.

Not that I like making
Wesley's life any easier,

but the DA's office requested
that you two do your best

and capture any
incidents on camera.

We will be able to
communicate using these.

All right.

Testing, testing.

How's my volume?

Loud and clear.

Chen's going to run you
through our side of things.

Hey, guys, when
you ID a suspect,

just give us a brief physical
description and a heads-up

when they're
getting off the bus.

Then Tim and I will come
in and make the arrest.

Sounds straightforward enough.

So the goal is for you
to maintain your cover.

So only intervene if you
feel that your safety

or the safety of another
passenger is at risk.

Let them handle the dirty work.

If there is an issue and
you think you need help,

the distress signal is, "I
think I missed my stop."

Cover IDs and tap cards.

By the way, what's with the hat?

Uh, Bailey said it made
me look less like a cop.

It doesn't.

Maybe try slouching?

You made me a student
ID and everything.

Yeah, we like to
think of ourselves

as professionals here.

7-Adam-200, we are green and go.

Copy.

Let me know if you
run into any issues.

Sir,

is there ever a scenario
where a rookie might be given

special permission to
take on another job

while still on probation?

I'm afraid that's
out of the question.

We expect our rookies to
give the field training

program their full attention.

I assume this has
something to do with you

being served this morning?

Yes, sir.

You see, my ex's father
lent me some money to help

me out after my injury.

But now that I'm no longer
his future son-in-law...

They want their money back.

How much we talking?

About 10 grand.

You don't think you can
ask them for more time?

I tried.

And then that
envelope showed up.

Well, maybe I can ask
the judge for more time.

No, you can't.

If you go to court and the
judge rules against you,

the Department will
consider you financially

vulnerable to corruption.

I'd have no choice
but to wash you out.

Oh, I didn't know that.

Yeah, well...

let's see if your
TO has any ideas.

Bradford, switch to channel 12.

What's up?

Penn needs to come up with
10 grand in a few weeks.

What would you advise him to do?

Rob a bank?

Timothy, don't be such an ass.

I'm being realistic.

Well, could you sell something?

The only thing I have
of value is my car.

You mean your house?

Look, don't you have
a championship ring?

Yeah, but that's not for sale.

Would it really be
worth that much?

Not on its own, but
it's memorabilia.

Collectors go nuts for
that kind of stuff.

Yeah, but like I said,
it's not on the table.

Unless you want to end
up homeless or jobless,

maybe it should be.

Bus incoming.

Copy that.

Switching us back to channel 6.

Switching back.

Here we go.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Getting into position.

♪ ♪

Nolan and Juarez
are in position.

Copy. Standing by.

When are you due?

Uh, next month.

Congratulations.

Being a parent... best
thing in the world.

Even undercover, Nolan
can't mind his own business.

You know he and Bailey are
trying to adopt, right?

I think parenthood
is on his mind.

Oh.

Well, now I do feel like an ass.

We got a pickpocket.

Second front-facing
row, aisle seat,

guy reaching into the bag
of the lady in the aisle.

I see him.

Asian male, mid-to late-20s,

blue hoodie, black pants.

Yeah, .320 batting average,
34 home runs, 99 RBIs.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

He's getting off now.

Stand by.

♪ ♪

Yeah, we see him.

♪ ♪

Showtime.

[engine revving]

[tires screeching]

Hey.

Can I help you?

Yeah, yeah.

I didn't get a chance to
read this last edition.

That's just, um...

Huh.

You don't look like
a Miriam Goodwin.

All right.

Hands up against the
car. You're under arrest.

[handcuffs clicking]

[brakes screeching]

[tense music]

Listen up!

[gasps]

There is a bomb in this bag.

Do exactly as we say,
or everyone dies.

I think I missed my stop.

Nolan and Juarez, can
you positively confirm

an explosive device?

Negative. It's
inside a backpack.

Control, I have got an
in-progress bus-jacking.

I need bomb squad and airship.

Today's your lucky day.

You better not miss
your court date.

- Move.
- Are you kidding...

Move.

[tense music]

[engine turning over]

[sirens wailing]

Sir, two men have just
taken the bus Nolan

and Celina are on hostage.

Have they made any
ransom demands?

Not yet, but they're
claiming to have

an explosive device on board.

Notify bomb squad and let's
get an escort for that bus.

Already on it.

And Lopez, tell
Nolan and Juarez not

to make any moves
unless someone's

life is in immediate danger.

[sirens wailing]

[engine revving]

♪ ♪

If you stop this bus, you die.

It's a red light!

[passengers murmuring]

[horns honking]

[tires squealing]

The bus just blew
through a red light

going 50 miles an hour.

It's not stopping for anything.

[radio chatter]

[helicopter blades whirring]

♪ ♪

Where's the bag?

What bag?

With the stuff to
cover the windows.

I thought you had it.

No, I'm carrying the bomb!

OK, OK.

Celina, what's
going on up there?

[indistinct arguing]

Sounds like they're planning
to black out the bus windows

to stop snipers from
getting a clean shot.

I swear, sometimes
I think Mom must

have dropped you on your head.

You're just stupid.

You think they're brothers?

So what are our orders?

Stand down unless someone
is in imminent danger.

We're coming up on you now.

Get ready to switch vehicles.

Copy, pulling over.

♪ ♪

I'll run point from the van

while you lead
the investigation.

Priority one, ID'ing these guys.

All right, screen grabs
have already been sent

for facial recognition.
- All right.

♪ ♪

What are we gonna do?

There's gotta be
something else we can use.

OK. You, Grandpa,

give me your paper.

All right, listen up.

I'm passing pages around.

Take one and cover your window.

You wet it down
to make it stick.

[sirens wailing]

Control, what's the
ETA on our escort?

30 seconds out.

What's your name?

David.

- Yeah, you got a family, Dave?
- Yeah.

You ever want to see them again,

you get this paper
up on that window.

Here, let me.

[sirens wailing]

[motorcycle engine revving]

OK, Sergeant Chen, where
do you wanna put us?

In the front.

Control, 7-Adam-100, be
advised, we're moving

into lead position.

[helicopter blades whirring]

Hey, yo, scoot.

[sirens wailing]

Come on, Dave, scoot.

Listen up.

Anyone crosses this line
gets a bullet in the head.

Uh, you, pregnant lady.

- Cassie.
- Come here.

OK, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Whatever it is you want,
I can do it for you.

Nice try, buddy.

You think I'm falling
for that? Sit down.

Tommy,

give them the pillowcase.

This nice pregnant lady is
gonna pass this bag around.

Everyone put your phones
and your wallets in.

Go get 'em, sweetheart.

It's gonna be all right.

You're not gonna ask
for some kind of ransom?

You're doing all this just
for the money in our wallets?

It's taken care of.

And it's for a whole
lot more than this.

[sirens wailing]

Oh!

[gasping]

Hey, stay back.

She needs help.

I think I'm OK!

Hey, loverboy, you wanna
help, you keep her quiet.

I think something's wrong.

It's OK. Come with me.

Come with me.

Just... just breathe
and stay calm.

All right?

I'm sure it's just the stress.

OK?

Stay relaxed.

We just received a ransom
demand via a 911 phone call.

Dispatch sent over a recording.

Patch it through.

911, do you need police,
fire, or medical?

I have a bomb on an LA city bus.

You have three hours to
transfer $100 million

from a crypto wallet that
was seized by the FBI

from Cameron Tully.

Account information to follow.

Tully is an arms dealer
who was picked up in a raid

last month.

I've got a call into my
counterterrorism buddy

at the FBI to confirm
the wallet's existence.

But Tully sold weapons to half
the terrorist organizations

on the planet.

He definitely has
that kind of money.

The crypto wallet
is specific, though.

Suggests these guys
have inside knowledge.

We've narrowed our search
to Tully's known associates.

We'll let you know
if we get an ID.

What about the ransom call?

Whose voice was that?

Could be a partner, or the call

could have been pre-recorded
and triggered remotely.

We're working on
tracking the signal.

Keep me posted.

All right.

$100 million.

You think the feds
will miss 10 grand?

I think there's no chance
they'll let a single cent

of that money go.

[sirens wailing]

Please, whatever you
want, I can get it.

- Sit down.
- No, really.

I work for the government.

I can call someone.

You must not be very
important if you take the bus.

I was trying to be eco-friendly.

Sit down!

Sit down! [gunshot]

[panicked shouting]

[tense music]

I'm Officer Celina Juarez, LAPD.

And if you shoot me, you
can forget the 100 million.

You'll never see the sun again.

If I don't get my money,

I'm dragging you
to hell with me.

♪ ♪

Joel, help me.

You bitch!

Look what you did!

I didn't shoot him.

What am I gonna do?

What am I gonna do?

Anyone a doctor?

Please! He's dying!

- I'm trained in first aid.
- Get up here!

If you need anything, I'll
be right here. All right?

[tense music]

♪ ♪

God, he's gonna need a hospital.

No, you help him.

And if he dies, I'm taking
all of you with him.

♪ ♪

[groans]

They're brothers,
Joel and Tommy Howser,

both of them low-level
muscle used by Tully's crew.

They have records,
but nothing remotely

approaching this magnitude.

What about their bombmaking?

Definitely not.

Most of their arrests are
for assault and battery.

They're leg-breakers, blunt
instruments, not planners.

So they have a partner.

I'd say more like
a puppet master.

These two sound like soldiers,

and soldiers like taking orders.

We tracked the ransom call.

It's being routed through
a house on the east side.

We're headed there
now to check it out.

I don't want you
going in without SWAT.

They're en route.

We'll be careful.

- [groaning]
- Stop!

You're hurting him!

If I don't put pressure
on it, he'll bleed out.

Your brother needs a hospital.

I can negotiate his transfer.

No, no, no, no.

No one's getting off this
bus until I get my money.

You wanna help negotiate?

Tell your people I need
a doctor on this bus.

[line trilling]

911, do you need police...

This is Officer Celina
Juarez, badge number 53397.

I need to be transferred
to Lieutenant Grey.

Juarez?

Are you all right?

I'm... I'm fine, sir,
but I have a seriously

injured man on
board who requires

immediate medical attention...

My brother needs a doctor.

OK, what is his condition?

He's dying.

It sounds like he
needs a hospital.

I swear, if one more person
says the word "hospital,"

I'm gonna execute somebody.

All right, all
right. No hospital.

Look, I might be able to
arrange some medical supplies

to be delivered.

I want a doctor!

Do you hear me?

Or I blow up
everyone on the bus.

I can't get a doctor this fast.

But I'm sending you
the next best thing.

[dramatic music]

We'll get you as
close as we can.

Grey said you're
former military.

Active. Army Reserve,
First Lieutenant.

Then you understand the risks.

[sirens wailing]

♪ ♪

Open the door.

♪ ♪

Go, go.

This is crazy.

♪ ♪

[gasping]

- Where's the patient?
- Right here!

Not so fast. Not so fast.

Open the bag.

All right.

Thanks for coming.

I got here as fast as I could.

You sure did.

Every time I think I'm a badass,

Bailey suddenly shows up
and says, "hold my beer."

Didn't you jump
from a moving car

to help me a few months ago?

Yeah, but there wasn't
a bomb on board.

You're right.

Totally lame.

[dog barking]

SWAT's delayed.

Something about helping
Bailey get on the bus.

"For Sale" sign.

House looks unoccupied.

Wanna do a little
recon while we wait?

I'll take the left side.

You take the right?

All right.

[alarm beeping]

Get down!

[rapid gunfire]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Can you see who shot at us?

No, but I have an idea.

Booby trap.

Gate must have been a tripwire.

[sirens wailing]

Clear.

- Are you all right?
- Yeah, we're good.

Move in!

Move in!

You all right?

[helicopter blades whirring]

What's that in the road?

[engine revving]

If anybody's an
asshole here, it's you.

[tires squealing]

Two cars get to
make a left on red.

Says who? [horn honking]

Says literally every other
driver in LA, dumbass!

Hey, hey!

You guys need to get
out of the intersection.

Not until I call my insurance.

There is a bus coming,
and it's not gonna stop.

Move your cars.

♪ ♪

[engine grinding]

It won't start!

Oh, my God.

Come on.

Hey!

Jeez.

We gotta stop.

There's an accident ahead.

No, you don't touch that
brake until I tell you to.

You got it?

If we crash, the
bomb could detonate.

Well, I guess I
better hold on then.

[dramatic music]

Everyone, brace for impact!

[tense music]

Go, go, go, go.

♪ ♪

[all exhaling]

Whew!

[groans]

What's wrong?

I can't find a pulse.

[sirens wailing]
- You said you would help him!

I stopped the bleeding.

He's lost too much blood.

He needs a hospital.

I'm sorry, Tom. I'm sorry.

- Clear.
- Clear.

[sirens wailing]

He has a weak pulse.

Hey.

Just listen.

It doesn't have to
go down like this.

Let us help him.

He doesn't have to die.

I need the money.

More than your brother?

It sounded so easy.

Had a bomb, no one
would mess with us.

It wasn't supposed
to be like this.

Make the call.

[sirens wailing]

That was Harper.

The house where the ransom
signal was coming from

was booby trapped.

Was anybody hurt?

Miraculously, no.

What'd I miss?

I think you were right
about the puppet master.

Joel just said the
job sounded easy.

7-Adam-200, I've got
Officer Celina Juarez

on the line for you.

Patch her through.

Sir, the hijacker
would like us to take

his brother to the hospital.

Smart man.

Joe Howser, this is Lieutenant
Wade Grey of the LAPD.

We can help your brother,
but I'm gonna need

something from you in return.

Release the hostages.

No way.

Then this conversation is over.

Wait, wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait, wait.

If I release them, what's
to stop you from killing me?

Son, you got a bomb
strapped to your chest.

What's stopping you
from killing everyone?

How many people on that bus?

20?

As a sign of good faith,
you need to release 10.

I'll release five.

[screaming]

She needs to be one of them.
Something could be wrong.

OK, you can have the pregnant
lady and a few others,

including the cop.

And I want a plane.

Deal.

Good.

OK, here's how it's gonna go.

- Clear.
- We're clear!

Around back.

[indistinct chatter]

SWAT found two more
booby traps inside.

I called the realtor.

She said the house has
been sitting on the market

for over a year.

Price has been cut twice.

Does she have a record
of who's come to view it?

Better.

She uses a hidden
camera when she shows it

as a safety precaution.

She's sending the
footage over now.

Smart girl.

[phone rings]

Hey. How are you doing?

Uh, fine.

Just another one
of my nine lives.

What's the situation on the bus?

Joel finally agreed to
let us take his brother

to the hospital in exchange for
releasing five of the hostages.

Finally, some not terrible news.

Any leads on the puppet master?

Joel all but
confirmed that they're

working with someone else.
- Not yet.

We're waiting on the security
footage from the realtor.

If we're lucky, we might
see the person who set up

the booby trap on camera.

Sir, we're almost there.

I gotta go.

Good luck.

I love you, brother.

You're not allowed to die.

Tell your people not
to do anything stupid.

They won't if you don't.

[sirens wailing]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

All right, let us clear
the hostages from the bus

before we move in.

♪ ♪

[helicopter blades whirring]

♪ ♪

Hey, you take care
of my brother.

♪ ♪

[horn honks]

OK, we're clear.

Let's go.

[indistinct chatter]

[radio chatter]

- Ready?
- [grunting]

Move him up.

Victim is a 27-year-old male.

GSW to the abdomen.

Pulse is weak and thready.

Hey, you were amazing.

You didn't panic.

You should be proud of
how you handled yourself.

Control, 7-Adam-100.

All four hostages
have been released.

Juarez is Code 4.

I hope Nolan's OK.

[phone beeps]

The realtor just
sent the video over.

Am I crazy or is that...

[sirens wailing]

[phone ringing]

Lopez, you hear the good news?

We did.

Congratulations, but we
might have a situation.

I sent over a screen grab
of a woman who viewed

the booby-trapped
house a month ago.

Tell me if you recognize her.

Isn't that the pregnant lady?

Where is she?

Where's the pregnant woman?

Being checked out by the EMTs.

Why?

Hey, who's treating
the pregnant woman?

- I was.
- Was?

Where is she?

I let her go.

She's perfectly healthy.

You didn't say we
had to hold her.

All right, Harper and
Lopez think the woman

known as Cassie
wanted us to track

the ransom call to that house.

OK, I had no idea.
She seemed so scared.

They're putting the footage
through facial recognition

right now.

Where do you want us?

Grab any units we can spare
and start driving a grid.

I mean, if she's on
foot, she can't be far.

Well, I will contact
taxis, rideshare,

see if anyone's picked up,
uh, a young woman around here.

OK. Hey, how's Nolan?

Calmer than I would be.

Uh, yeah, I wanna talk
to that lieutenant guy.

[sirens wailing]

Joel, your brother's on
his way to the hospital.

He better be. And
what about my plane?

Waiting for you at Whittier
Airfield, just like you asked.

What about my money?

Hey, let's talk about the
rest of the hostages first.

[phone beeps]

[dial tone droning]

He can't actually think he's
walking away from this, right?

There's no telling what's
going on in that man's head.

And what's gonna
happen when he realizes

he's not getting the money?

Nothing good.

[sirens wailing]

We have snipers positioned
around the airfield.

Drive faster.

I don't think we
can wait that long.

This guy is losing it.

You're the one on the bus.

I'll leave it to
your discretion.

If you have a shot, take it.

Copy that.

I said faster!

[tires squealing]

[grunting]

[tense music]

♪ ♪

LAPD. Don't move.

You can stop the bus.

[tires screeching]

[cheers and applause]

[siren whoops]

Grey, thank you.

Thanks.

The bomb's in the front
seat, in the backpack.

Sir, you got more guts than
you can hang on a fence.

Thank you.

Thanks.

How's the brother?
- Touch and go.

They're rushing him to surgery.

OK, what about the
pregnant lady, Cassie?

We got some things
to catch up on.

Facial recognition came back.

Cassie's real name
is Denise Summers.

We have units headed to
her last known address,

and there's a BOLO out for
her car, a 2022 blue Corolla.

[tense music]

♪ ♪

[electronic beep]

♪ ♪

I still don't get it.

Why would she put herself
on a bus with Tweedle Dumb

and Dumber holding a bomb,

and then bail before
she even gets the money?

Maybe she wasn't
after the money.

Yeah. What else
could she want?

[electronic beeping]

[line trilling]

Is it done?

It's done. Took a
while to transfer.

The file was huge.

I have it.

Good job.

I gotta hand it to you.

You were right about everything.

Even the hostage release
happened about a half mile

from where you said.

The LAPD has a playbook.

Can I ask you a question?

As soon as that guy
reports his ID stolen,

isn't the card useless?

I'm sure they can
deactivate it remotely.

That card has got a lot
more information on it

than just his login credentials.

He won't be thinking about his
wallet or that card for hours.

And even when he does,
it'll be police evidence.

No one will assume that it's
been stolen to be data mined.

They'll just cancel
it. Issue a new one.

[scoffs] Where the hell
does this guy work?

You're being paid a lot of
money to not ask that question.

Did you get rid of the wallet?

Doing it now.

♪ ♪

When can I expect
the rest of my money?

[sirens wailing]

How the hell did they find me?

- I don't know.
- [scoffs]

But remember, your money is
contingent on your silence,

as is your child's life.

[phone beeps]

[sirens wailing]

Turn around. Stay right there.

Put your hands on your head.

♪ ♪

So how do you feel about your
first day of sergeant practice?

I mean, I think I'm a natural.

I mean, ordering people
around is one of your gifts.

I've never heard you complain.

That's... did that sound flirty?

I really didn't mean for it to.

Um... [sighs]

I don't mind.

No.

No, that was...
it's unprofessional,

and we're just coworkers.

Right.

I mean, we're not
just coworkers.

I... what I'm...

what am I trying
to say right now?

No idea.

Look, I, uh...

OK.

I'm not seeing anyone
right now or...

or looking to see anyone.

Me neither.

OK.

But, you know, boundaries.

- Yeah, super important.
- Yeah, agreed.

'Cause... you know, I...

I still haven't totally
forgiven you yet.

I know.

But when I do, maybe you
can come and help me study.

I'm looking forward to it.

A bomb? On a bus?

That's pretty crazy.

And then when I
didn't hear from you,

I decided to stop
by the station.

Were you, uh...

I don't know... gonna
text me at some point?

Why would I? We were
nowhere near the bus.

Oh, yeah, just another day
of boring detective work.

Right, and the
machine gun house?

That was us.

Ah.

Look, if I called you
every time I almost died,

my battery wouldn't last a day.

Thank you. I feel much better.

Listen, just do what James does.

Assume no news is good news.

Oh, so blissful ignorance.

The secret to a happy marriage.

- [chuckles]
- That and, uh, food.

What's for dinner?

Um...

I didn't have a plan yet,
but I can figure that out.

Do you want Chinese?

Sir, I want you to know I, uh...

I listed my ring on eBay.

I already got ten bids.

I'm sorry it had
to come to that.

Well, thank you, sir.

But honestly, it's not as
bad as I thought it would be.

You see, the ring
is part of my past.

It's a past that I'm proud of.

But that's not where
my heart is anymore.

All right. Good.

Policing is where your heart is.

- Oh, yes, sir.
- Just making sure.

And barbecue.

Yeah, I've been doing
a lot of cooking now

since moving to Shangri-La.

And I'm perfecting a
new dry rub for my ribs.

Hmm.

There's no chance
it's better than mine,

but, hey, it's good
to have a hobby.

Is that a challenge?

You think you can
take on the master?

- Name a time and place.
- [laughs]

Come on.

♪ Can't you see it? ♪

♪ We're connected ♪

- Celina?
- Hey.

I'm just trying to
ground myself after,

you know, everything.

Adrenaline's still pumping.

It was, but after I heard you
were off the bus, I just...

[exhales]

Why don't you go home
and get some rest?

You... you've earned it.

Yeah.

Oh!

Sorry. I'm just
happy you're safe.

Oh, come on, what's the worst
that could have happened?

I mean, other than
being blown up,

or torn to bits by shrapnel,

or burnt up to a... well,

maybe I should sit down.

- Oh, hey.
- Hey.

Hey, did you finish
interrogating the pregnant lady

or the pretend pregnant lady?
- Yep.

And did she say
anything actionable?

Nope.

So far, we have been unable
to find any connection

between her and the hijackers.

And Joel stated that he had
no idea she was even involved.

And do you believe him?

Unfortunately, yes.

OK, so what now?

The truth is, this case is
entirely circumstantial.

Her lawyers are already putting
pressure on the DA's office.

So if we can't find something
concrete that connects her

to either the bus hijacking
or the booby trapping

of the house, then we
may have to let her go.

There's gotta be something
we can charge her with.

I am open to ideas,
because, unfortunately,

pretending to be
pregnant is not a crime.

Oh, and I heard that
Bailey made the news?

Can you tell her to leave a
little glory for the rest of us

next time, please?

- I'll let her know.
- Thank you.

Come on.

You know what's great
for the adrenaline rush?

What?

- Ice cream.
- Mmm.

♪ Don't you see it? ♪

♪ ♪

Hurry up! You're
gonna miss it.

I'm coming.

It's not like you haven't
been on the news before.

But it never gets old.

Here we are.

- [gasps]
- Oh. Shh, shh, shh.

There's me.

Oh, ho, ho, ho.

OK.

That was outstanding.

We need to tape this.

Tape, like, on a VHS?

Whatever people do nowadays.

But we need to show our kid
that their mom was a badass.

You know, I bet you I could
get you the dashcam footage.

- Thank you.
- Hmm.

Those, uh, social workers who
are gonna come evaluate us,

do you think they'll think
that's badass or reckless?

Badass.

For sure.
- Mm.

Mm-hmm.

Let's watch it again.

♪ ♪

Like Keanu Reeves.

[giggles]

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

Damn it.