All language subtitles for S1E19 THE CHECKLIST

7-Adam-15, silent alarm,
801 North Heatherly.

Respond Code 2-High.

We got an I.D.
on the homeowner?

Nope.
Listed to a holding company.

Police!

Bishop?

Hey! Hi.
Oh, thank God.

I've been stuck up here for
almost an hour.

Control, send
LAFD to our location.

We got a guy in a tree.

I have so many questions,
starting with how...

- and ending with why.
- I missed the landing zone.

That's obvious.

Excuse me. What are you
guys doing on my property?

Do you guys have a warrant?

We got a call.
Uh, silent alarm.

And what are you
doing in my tree, bro?

- He missed the landing zone.
- Yeah, that's obvious.

Actually, I was aiming
for Selena Gomez's house.

Uh, Selena Gomez
doesn't live here. She li...

I can't tell you where...

- Selena Gomez lives.
- Wait. Are you stalking Selena?

Stalking's such an ugly word.

Parachuting into
somebody's backyard...

is, like, kind of
psycho, bro.

You need to check yourself
before you wreck yourself.

Does that mean you don't
want to press charges?

Nah. Just get him off
my property A.S.A.P.

You got it.

Oh my God,
that's will I am!

That's so cool.

Oh, geez!

That's not creepy at all.

It arrived.

What did?

Oh, the Ferrari?

V-12, single overhead cam,
0 to 60 before you can blink.

Oh, I don't know, man.
I can blink pretty fast.

Come with me to pick it up.

Okay. Oh. Wait a second.
You just want to use,

my badge so you can
open it up on the freeway.

No! No!

Sorry, buddy. No dice. Besides,
I got to get into work early,

check on Bishop. She has her
DRP tomorrow for her PHQ violation.

- The what for the what?
- Oh. Disciplinary Review Panel...

for leaving her foster
brother off of her Personal...

History Questionnaire when
she joined the department.

Guy had a criminal record.

- Is that a big deal?
- Well, she could be fired...

for lying on an
official document.

- Oh, that's rough
- Well, I can see why you're taking...

your frustrations
out on the bag.

Well, 'cause Bishop says
there's nothing I can do to help her.

That's your problem, you know.

Good. I was hoping we could
make this about my inadequacies.

No, I'm serious.

You have a pathological
need to fix things for people,

even when you
know there's nothing,

- you can do.
- No, I don't.

Okay, look, I simply refuse to
believe that there's never not a solution.

That's, like, a triple negative.

So, tell me, Mr. Fixit, does
Bishop even want your help?

Why wouldn't she?

Because you're a rookie,
bottom of the food chain.

Nothing you think or say
matters inside the department.

Especially with the Chief of Police, who
personally decides Talia's punishment.

Sounds a little harsh.

Harsh as it is, you got to stay
focused on yourself right now.

We got a six-month exam the
next week, and we got to ace it,

in order to move on to
the next stage of our training.

Where we'll still be riding with our
T.O.s for, what, another seven months?

Yeah. But we'll
get more freedom.

- And no more daily evaluations.
- Otherwise, it's back...

to the starting line, and you're
the rookie who got held back.

Or worse.

What's with the glasses?

I realized I need to start
having more fun with the job,

stop taking
everything so seriously.

All right, listen up.

Got some bad news
for our rookies.

Thanks to Detective Jenkins
being placed on the Brady List,

the department is tightening the rules
regarding the Field Training program.

Bottom line,
every recruit now...

has to complete the 'training
and experience' checklist...

as a primary officer before they'll be
allowed to take the six-month exam.

You got to be kidding. I don't let my
rookies be primary until the second month.

If our recruits experience an event, it
shouldn't matter if they were primary.

It's not fair to them or us.

I agree. But this is 'cover your
ass' time for the department.

When the city gets
sued, the first thing they...

look at is the officer
training and experience.

They've decided that
experience can't just be...

'I was standing there, too.'

We can't start this with
the next round of recruits?

The LAPD is a
bureaucracy, Officer Bishop.

The last thing they care
about is a bunch of rookies.

So, how do we know
how many cases we owe?

Putting your listening ears on, Officer
Chen, 'cause I'm about to tell you.

To complete your checklist, you still
need to be primary on an auto theft,

carjacking, ethicaldilemma,
meth possession,

a false I.D., assault on a peace
officer, and damage to city property.

- That's like, seven things.
- What about us?

Officer West needs a high-risk crowd
control, meth possession, and a carjacking.

Piece of cake, boss.

I mean 'Sir.'

I'm afraid to ask.

So, Officer Nolan, the number of
items you need on your checklist are...

zero.

You might want to thank your
training officer for making you...

primary starting day one.

And, since we are
ripping off the Band-Aid,

here's the rest of the bad news.

HR needs proof of completion
by end of shift tomorrow.

Otherwise, the recruits
are extended in the program.

Meaning we fall behind.

Sir, there's no way
we can control what...

'experiences' they'll
get in the next two days.

Understood. Look, I
know this is a tall order.

But I believe in you.

I've notified dispatch of
the calls that are needed.

They will funnel them to your
shops if when...

when they come in.

That's it. All right?
Good luck.

Be safe out there.

Officer Nolan, since you're free
and clear, go see Detective Wolfe.

He has a job
for you and Bishop.

Yes, sir.

Heard you had a case for us.

Yeah. Come in.

I need your help with a fugitive.

Craig Lawson, skipped town last
year when he learned he was gonna be...

arrested for embezzling a couple
million from the family business.

Then last week,
Dad kicks the bucket.

You think Lawson will
come back for the funeral?

Or the reception afterwards
back at the house.

I'll stake that out while
you head to Malibu for the service.

- I gave local law a heads-up.
- Yes, sir.

Hey. How's Bishop?

Oh, she's...

- okay.
- Tell her I said the DRP is bull.

She risked her life to save mine.

There's no way she should get
bounced over an omit on her paperwork.

And I told the brass that.

I'll let her know.

I'm sure she'll appreciate that.

Do you think it would mean
something if I spoke to the brass?

- You're a rookie.
- I'm a rookie. That's...

New shades?

- I can hear your mockery.
- Then I said it right.

Take 'em off.

I'm pretty familiar with
the duty manual and...

nowhere does it say that
I can't wear these.

So if I'm not breaking any
rules, why you sweatin' me?

Take them off or eat them.

Yes, ma'am.

7-Adam-07, assault and
battery, 1501 Melrose.

Oh, they got to kick that to someone
else, 'cause I don't need no assault.

We don't pass on calls.

7-Adam-07,
show us responding.

My tooth is loose.

Come on.

Hey. Officers.

Sir, what happened?

This guy stomped me inside
the bar 'cause I bumped into him.

I said I was sorry then bam,

- he did this.
- What did he look like?

He's a white guy wearing
a red soccer jersey.

That's all I saw
before I went fetal.

Stay here, bro.
We got this.

I'm gonna call for backup.

Why?
I can handle these guys.

Okay.
You're primary.

Come on, now!

And there's a shot by Tillman.
No go.

He shoots again.

What the hell is
wrong with you?!

- Put the bloody game back on!
- Sure,

after you play my game.

It's called 'Which one of you hooligans
punched a nice man in the face?'

Control, send backup Code
3 for crowd control situation.

Great. My partner's calling
in the cavalry, which means...

you have one minute
to make a choice.

Either everyone
goes to jail for 647 (f),

drunk in public, or...

you hand over the guy
who threw the punches...

and I can turn the game back on.

So...

what's it gonna be?

- What are you doing?
- Come on!

Yeah!

Game comes first, mate.

Perfect.

- That was awesome.
- That was reckless.

Come on. Bad guy's in
custody, no one got hurt, and...

I just checked off
'high-risk crowd control.'

Code 4.
Cancel backup.

None of these
people are Craig Lawson.

- No.
- So we wait.

You sure there's nothing I can
do to help you with your DRP?

- There really isn't.
- I could ask Ben to pull some strings.

He knows some
people at City Hall.

Bending the rules is how I got into this.
It's not gonna be how I get out.

I can't just do nothing.

Sure you can. When an idea
pops into your head, ignore it.

Easy.

You think maybe we
should introduce ourselves,

to the family, offer
our condolences?

What did I say about ideas
popping in that big old head of yours?

Fine. We'll just...

stand at the back
of a funeral viewing.

You don't find
that a little creepy?

A little creepy, no.
Super creepy, yes.

But for now, it is our job.

He's clean.

I'm really sorry.

You're always carrying, Fred.
What happened?

Got my 30-day chip.

Wow.

- Congratulations.
- I feel bad I let you down.

It's all good. It's all good.
Say hi to Wilma for me.

All right.
You're free to go.

You said he was a sure
checkmark for drug possession.

What can I say?
He got clean.

- It's inspiring, actually.
- Well, forgive me if I don't...

appreciate the
human-interest story.

I mean, Jackson at least has a
chance with only three calls, but seven?

Okay, people win the lottery every
day, and with higher odds against them.

There are 18 million people in
the greater Los Angeles area.

We just need seven of them
to break very specific laws.

7-19, store owner
reporting customer trying...

to pass counterfeit
bills near your location.

Hispanic male,
brown hair, blue suit.

7-Adam-19, responding.

I don't need a
counterfeiting case.

Look at the bright side.
You do need assaultingan officer.

Maybe he'll
take a swing at you.

Thank you so much for coming.

Here we go.

Your presence here is incredibly
disrespectful to my father's memory.

This is a private viewing.
I'm gonna have to ask you to leave.

I'm sorry, sir. We can't do that.
Your brother is a wanted fugitive.

And after all the money that he's
stolen from you and your family,

I'd think you'd want us
here to catch him if he shows up.

Craig's not gonna show up.
My father's dead...

because of what Craig did.

So,

would you please leave and
let us have this time to mourn?

Hey.

- Is that...
- I think it is.

Where the hell is my money?!

Hey!

Stay there! Stay down!
Don't move!

Give me your hands!
Come here.

I only stabbed him 'cause
he scared the crap out of me.

I thought he was
a zombie or something.

- Good luck arguing that in court.
- So, you faked your father's death...

to trick your brother
into coming out of hiding?

I had to.
We need the money he stole.

The business is going under.
Where's the money, Craig?!

Same place as your soul,
gone.

We should probably
transport them separately.

You think?

Jackpot. Guy's out on probation
for a drug possession pinch.

If he's holding, this'll give me
one of the two checks I still need.

If he's holding.

Driver, turn off the engine.
Reach out of the window and open the door.

Step out slowly.
Hands where I can see

Where you headed today, sir?

Work.

Mr. Gemetti, our system says that
you're on probation for drug possession.

- Got anything on you right now?
- No, sir.

- Mind if I pat you down?
- Sure.

I've been clean since
the arrest four years ago.

- Find anything?
- No.

I'm gonna search the car.

Hands on the hood.
Don't move.

What are you doing?
This guy has zero signs of drug use.

Eyes aren't dilated, no rapid speech,
or loss of coordination.

Possession does not require use.

He could be on his way
home right now to get high.

Given his history, a search
is completely within reason.

Officer West, wrap it up.

- Bingo.
- That's not mine.

I swear. I just bought this car two months
ago. I've never even been in the back seat.

Your car, your baggy. You're
under arrest, Mr. Gemetti.

- You got to be kidding me.
- Officer West, this is empty.

No. There's clearly residue. The law
states if you can see it and manipulate it,

- it's possession.
- We're not booking this guy...

for a 'lick' bag he didn't
even know was there.

Computer says he bought this
car at an auction two months ago,

and this bag looks
older than you.

- Hey! What...
- Have your boss call me.

I'll tell them you were late because
you were helping the LAPD on a case.

Thank you.

First you tell me
I'm too cavalier,

and then you shoot me
down for being vigilant?

I shot you down because
you're being a bad cop.

Look, I get what's going on.
You spent a lifetime...

preparing to be squeaky
clean, like your old man.

Only now you've discovered
dirt under his nails, so you're...

spinning out, rebelling
against how you were raised.

I get it. And I'm giving
you room to work it out.

But that never gives you an excuse to ruin
a man's life over a crime he didn't commit.

Try that again, and I will end your
career before you even see that exam.

I still need seven calls.

You know how many I needed
when we started this morning?

- Seven.
- If it makes you feel any better,

- I only got one.
- It doesn't.

Look. You're gonna be fine.

Yes, you are in
the suck right now.

You just have to bear down
and get through it. And...

as motivation, I booked us a spa
day the day after we take the exam.

Well, easy for you to think about spa
days. You've got all your boxes checked.

Okay, look, I hate
to play the age card.

- Do you?
- It's the only card I have. But,

one of the things you learn
as you get older is perspective.

I cannot tell you how many times in my
20s I thought I was going under for good.

I was married, with a young kid.

I had credit card debts up to
my eyeballs. It was bad.

But we survived. We figured out
a way to just keep moving forward.

Well, that's great.

but surviving isn't the
same as succeeding.

No, it's not, but in two days, we're
going to be on the other side of this.

And odds are, we're going to be
sitting down taking this test together.

- The pressure's getting to them.
- It's getting to me.

Never had a rookie make it this
far and not qualify for the exam.

Look. Nolan's over there
giving 'em a pep talk.

How can you tell?

'Cause he's been trying
to give me one all day.

He's right.
You're gonna be fine.

Well, either way,
I'm off the fast track.

No more
making chief by 40.

Thank God. Being
brass sounds awful.

I mean, it's all politics and stats.
Might as well work corporate.

All units, we have
a 215 in progress.

Carjacking, Beverly
Drive at Oakwood.

7-Adam-19,
show us responding.

7-Adam-07,
show us responding for training purposes.

The hell you are.
Chen needs it more.

Like hell.
We're primary.

Not if you don't get there first.

- Boot! Get to the shop!
- Let's go, Chen!

Oh. Oh!

- Police! Get out of the way!
- Police! Let me through!

Coming through!

Ben?

Oh, my God.

Dr. Ramirez, dial 6671.

Dr. Ramirez, dial 6671.

Hey.

Hey, buddy!

Oh, John, this is Paige.

Paige is great.

Do you know what else is great?

Codeine.

Hi. I'm Paige Thomas.
I'm with the LAPD victim-witness services.

John Nolan.

Bad news.
I lost the car.

I know.

I stopped for coffee,

and when I got back
to the car, this guy just...

came out of nowhere and...

boom.

He attacked you.

He pointed a bun at me.

You mean a gun?

- What did I say?
- It doesn't matter.

I spoke to the doctor.

He said they're gonna release
you tonight, so I'm gonna swing by,

pick you up, take
you home, okay?

Yeah.

- It was scary.
- I know.

I know. Um...Could I speak to
you in the hall for a moment?

Sure. I'll be right back.

Hang tight.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah. Um...

Just hard for me to see him like that.
We've been friends a long time.

Are you gonna be
here until he's released?

Yeah. I'll keep him company.

Thank you.

Respiratory therapist, 4-E.

We gotta catch this guy.
Did Ben give you a description?

Yeah, adult male, white, maybe 5'10',
neck tattoo, and nose ring.

Yeah, we put out a BOLO
on the car. So far, nothing.

He would've gotten it off the street
quickly, loaded it in the back of a semi.

By now, it's on its way to a
garage or a storage facility.

And in a week, it'll be on
a boat to Dubai or Japan.

- You stepping in?
- Yeah. I've been hunting a high,

end car ring for
the last few months.

Seems like their style
broad daylight, busy street.

I want to help.
I'm serious.

- I can see that.
- Is that a no?

I'm sure Detective Wolfe
will reach out if he needs you.

Talia's waiting downstairs.

She'll take you back to the station
so you can clock out and come back.

Nurse supervisor, 1-2.

Nurse supervisor, 1-2.

Every license plate
I run is coming up clear.

There's no way
I make this deadline.

- Not with that attitude.
- We're almost at the end of shift.

I haven't checked
a single box all day.

Look, a buddy of mine at 77th said
there's been more stolen cars in this...

one neighborhood in the last month
than all of Mid-Wilshire last year.

I hope so.

Those plates don't match that car.

And that's how you
find a rollin' stolen.

Light 'em up, Boot.

License and registration.

I know why you pulled me over.

Wrong plates.

I'm so sorry.

The plate's stolen or the car?

Neither.

They're mine
I mean my husband's.

Why are your husband's
plates on your car?

My husband and I could only
afford to register one of our cars.

It's been a rough year.

When the one we registered broke
down, I didn't know what else to do.

I have to get to my night job.

It's illegal to use license
plates from a different vehicle.

I'm so sorry.

And stupid.

I should have known better.

All right.
Uh, give me a minute.

I can't do this.
She's just trying to get by.

Case like this, it's your call.

You can cite her for the false
plates and check a box...

or cut her loose and risk not
being able to take the final exam.

I don't want to be that cop.

This whole thing
is pissing me off.

It's just...

I don't want to do it this way,

running around trying to
tick off boxes. It's not me.

Okay.

Then give her a warning.

All right, listen, I'm
not gonna write you up,

but you can't ever
do this again, okay?

Thank you.

Drive safe.

So, wanna know
the good news?

This counts as
anethical dilemma.

Which means you
have checked a box.

Only six more to go.

Easy.

What are we doing?

Having a sleepover.
Sit and relax.

That sounds fun.
Why here and not at my place?

Oh, 'cause your high-tech
toilets freak me out a little bit.

One unexpected
colonic is my limit.

- You hungry?
- No.

- But I could use a scotch.
- Scotch...

is really not a good
mixer with painkillers.

- Says who?
- Everyone.

Listen.

You know why we're
having a sleepover?

- Cause I was carjacked?
- That, um, is part of it.

But mostly because
of what comes next.

Remember I told you about that
bank robbery I was in back home?

Yeah. It's why you joined
the force. You told me.

What I didn't tell you was...

how bad it messed me up.

And for a month after that,
before I joined the academy, I...

I would be fine, and then...

suddenly, I would just
see that gun in my face.

Sweat through my
clothes on a cold day.

I broke down crying at the drive-through
at the Dairy Queen. No reason.

- Well, not for no reason.
- No. Not for no reason.

The point is,
yesterday, you felt safe.

Tomorrow, you won't.

But until you do, I'm
gonna be here for you.

- How's that sound?
- Yeah.

Sounds good.

Chen, you still need six. West, you've
got one. And, Nolan, front desk duty.

All right, that's it.
Be safe out there.

Make a hole, make a hole.
Coming through.

- Hey. Missed you in there.
- I bet. Front desk duty?

Yeah. Everyone else is under the gun,
so I'll be spending the day stamping forms.

Um, I know you told me not to,
but i wrote a little memo about...

how great it is to have you as a
training officer. I know it doesn't matter

It does.

- You gonna show it to the chief?
- Probably not.

Hey. You ready?

Ready.

- Wish me luck.
- Good luck.

I should just
throw in the towel.

There's no way we're gonna
check six boxes in one day.

I'm not training
a quitter, Boot.

We fight until the bell rings.
There's no other way.

7-Adam-19, you still need a
destruction of city property?

Roger that.

911 just got a call. Two blocks
over from Wilshire and Pine.

Single car accident while
driving on the sidewalk.

What'd I tell you?
We're still in this.

7-Adam-19,
show us responding.

Put me to work.
I can't help Bishop today,

but I can help you catch
the guy who hurt my friend.

So get me pulled off the front
desk and assigned to this case.

- Okay.
- Really?

- Mm-hmm.
- Okay. Yes. Great.

Where do we start?

Have you ever
driven a Lamborghini?

The LAPD had this
just laying around?

Asset seizure from Narcotics.
You wanna drive it?

Hell yeah!

12-year-old John Nolan
crapping his pants right now!

Oh!

Oh, ho!
Oh, my God. Yes!

What happened?

It's a bait car, equipped with cameras,
remote door locks, and a kill switch.

Carjacker steals the car,
we cut the engine, lock him inside.

- Exactly.
- How will he know where to find it?

C.I.s are set to put the word
out as soon as it's in place.

Car like this will get our
boy's ass in gear real quick.

And we'll be there
waiting to hook him up.

Were you serious
about letting me drive it?

The motor pool has your picture
on a dart board. What do you think?

Yeah.
That's, fair.

Control, 7-Adam-07,

can you run plate
5-Paul-Charlie-Ida-410?

Ma'am, were you
driving this vehicle?

Yeah.

No.

- It's destruction of city property.
- That's one more box checked.

5-Paul-Charlie-Ida-410
just reported 10-8-51.

RP says girlfriend took his car
without permission 20 minutes ago.

That bastard!

And grand theft auto brings your
total to three. It's your lucky day, Boot.

Hey! Stop!

Oh!

And that's technically a carjacking.
Thing has a motor. It counts.

Ma'am, do not attempt
to run away again.

- What's your name?
- Alexander Hamilton.

False I.D. to an
officer brings us to five.

I'm gonna need to see
your driver's license, please.

Assault on a police officer.
That's six.

Ooh!

Not bad, Officer Chen.
Go get her.

So, how's Ben doing?

Bit of a rough night.
But he'll make it through.

I know a good therapist,
specializes in violence-related trauma.

Helped me through
some rough moments.

I'll pass it along.
Thank you.

Camo cap. Nose ring.
Neck tattoo. That's our guy.

- We move in?
- No, let's wait till he's inside first.

That's a scanner.

Goes through all the remote key fob
combinations until it unlocks the car.

Hey.

Show me your hands.

Step out, nice and slow.

You know the drill. Hands on your head,
interlace your fingers.

- Got him?
- Got him.

Do not move.

Gun.

What happened to your hand?

I don't remember.

How 'bout I remind you?

Is there a problem,
Officer Nolan?

No, sir.
You're under arrest.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be
used against you in a court of law.

You have the right
to talk to a lawyer and,

have him present while
you're being questioned.

If you cannot afford a lawyer, one
will be appointed to you at no expense.

Do you understand your rights
as I have read them to you?

- Yeah.
- Then get in.

We got him.
I can't wait to tell Ben.

- Take a beat.
- Why?

Cause this guy's a small
piece of a much bigger operation.

If he's willing to give up his employer,
the D.A. will let him walk.

That guy just put my friend in a hospital.
He has to pay for that.

Yeah, but the guy he works
for has put people in the ground.

Flipping a carjacker
for a bigger fish is S.O.P.

So if letting this guy go is
the price we have to pay,

then we're gonna pay it.

Is that gonna be a problem?

No, sir.

You okay?

- Fine.
- You're allowed to be nervous.

I'm not nervous.

I'm frustrated.

I've worked harder than
anyone in the past eight years,

and now it might all get
taken away because of this?

Because of one question I answered
before I even started the academy?

That's not gonna fly.

You got to own
up to this, Talia.

You are one of our best,

but you can't tell
me you didn't know,

what you were doing when
you left Dylan's name off the list,

but included your other foster siblings.
Chief Williams may be unpredictable,

but the one thing he's
not gonna stand for is B.S.

- Understand?
- Yes, sir.

Let's go.

Officer Bishop,
Sergeant Grey, Have a seat.

Thank you.

Sir, I'd like to make a
statement before we get,

I'm sure you would.

I know you're here to sing Officer Bishop's
praises, and you wouldn't be wrong.

I've looked at her file.
She's a fine officer.

Here's what I want to know.

You left your foster brother,
a known felon, off your PHQ.

In short, you lied.

Tell me why that's
not a problem.

I can't do that, sir.

What I did is a problem.

I violated the trust of this department
before I even started the job.

I could tell you I did it
to protect myself,

and my future here,
but that is also inexcusable,

because that meant pretending that my
foster brother was not a part of my life.

I could've helped him.

But I chose to cut him out.

I have a lot to be sorry for.

And I am.

Well, all right, then.

Detective Ruiz,
would you begin?

Officer Bishop, Internal Affairs has combed
through your entire career with the LAPD,

to make sure that your
association with this felon...

has not further
impaired your judgment.

In doing so, I have found several
discrepancies, errors, and omissions.

I think it's easiest if we just start with
the most recent and work our way backwards.

Now, in October of this past year,
you failed to secure your LAPD vehicle.

He gave you the keys.

He did exactly what
you told him to do,

and you beat him
to a pulp anyway.

- I don't know what you're talking about.
- I just want to know why.

Or is that just the
kind of person you are?

I don't got to talk
to you about this.

Detective said if I give
up my boss, I walk free.

- Well, I hope he doesn't show.
- Oh, he will.

My intel's good.

Walked the perimeter.

We're good to go.

Hey, I heard your boy
Jackson got his last checkmark.

He and Lopez folded
into the strike team.

That's him,
black jacket.

And that's Ben's car.

We have positive I.D. on our target.
All units, prepare to move in.

Police!
Show me your hands!

- Hands up! Hands up!
- Nobody move! Hands! Hands!

Nolan, go after him!
Lopez, Jackson, with me!

Hands where I can see 'em!
Turn around!

- Jackson!
- I'm driving.

Fine!

We need to flank him.
Take Broadway.

7-Adam-15, foot pursuit west,
alley of Chinatown Plaza!

Suspect headed
east on Hill Street.

We can cut him
off in the plaza.

Wait!
What are you doing?!

Brake!

Ma'am!
Are you okay?

Police!
Everybody down!

Gotcha.

Freeze, punk!
Don't you make a move!

- You okay?
- No!

Car thieves, are supposed to
have car chases, not foot chases.

Control, suspect in custody.

- I heard it wasn't going so well.
- Not particularly.

- What the hell are you doing here, Nolan?
- Standing up for what's right.

- Nolan, don't! Don't!
- Hey!

Son?
Are you lost?

No, sir. I'm Officer Bishop's rookie,
and I need to be heard.

No, you don't.
My apologies, sir.

- Officer Nolan was just lea...
- Hold on, Sergeant.

If the man needs to be heard,
he needs to be heard.

- Better be good, though.
- Yeah, it better be.

Sir, um...

Sorry, Chief.
It's been a bit of a day.

- For me, too.
- Yes, sir.

Sorry about that.
Here's the thing.

For the last six months,
I have watched,

Officer Bishop
selflessly give to this city.

She has made people safer,
changed people for the better.

And inspired me to be
a better police officer.

I entered this
program at a deficit,

older than all the
other rookies, by far.

But Officer Bishop showed me how to
make my life experience work for me...

so that one day, I might
be half the cop she is.

I know I'm nobody
in the department, sir.

I'm still on probation, still learning
all the rules and regulations,

Oh, like the three you broke
when you pushed your way in here?

Actually,
I can answer that.

Disobeying a direct order,
disregarding chain of command, and...

- conduct unbecoming of an officer.
- Then you do understand that,

uh, there's a certain risk
to your actions here today.

Yes, sir, I do. But I was raised to
stand up for the people I care for.

I realize what Officer Bishop
did was an ethical violation,

and there needs to
be consequences.

But she taught me
that this job is about judgment,

and fairness and compassion.

Officer Bishop wasn't
trying to game the system.

She was simply determined to be the
best police officer this city's ever seen.

And I needed
you to know that.

You're the officer who was with
Captain Andersen when she died.

I was.

Sergeant...

when am I administrating
this recruit's oral exam?

A week from today, sir.

Until that majestic
day of reckoning,

Officer Nolan,
get the hell out of my office.

Yes, sir.
Yes.

- So, are you trying to get fired?
- No, sir.

- Then you're just a moron?
- Yes, sir.

But he's my moron.

- Do you think it helped?
- I don't think it hurt.

Well, we'll see.

Regardless, the Chief's gonna
be coming for you next week.

Well, let him come.
I'll be ready.

You know he can test you on
anything from the rook book,

penal code, and duty
manual, anything at all.

I know them forwards
and backwards.

Really?

Page 47, rook book.

How many commas?

You okay?

I really screwed up.

I don't know what I
was thinking. I just...

I don't know who I'm
supposed to be right now.

And when I pushed to
be something I'm not, I...

almost got
someone killed.

The hell you doing, Boot?
You're still one shy on your checklist.

- It's too late. Shift's over.
- Shift's over when we punch out,

and we're not punching out till
we get you a meth possession.

Come on.
Grey approved the OT. Let's go.

- Um...
- Go. I'm fine.

- Are you sure?
- Really.

We'll talk later.

Your boot gave
a nice speech.

Can I help
you with something?

I'm just here to inform you
that it may take a week or two,

before we make a final
decision in your matter.

Then I'll see you
in a week or two.

However...

I could give you
a decision today.

Right now,
as a matter of fact.

And what would
that decision be?

Cleared on all charges.

- If? It sounds like there's an 'if.'
- You're smart.

- That's why you're perfect for this.
- For what?

I need someone here to be my eyes
and ears at the Mid-Wilshire Station.

You want me to be a
rat for Internal Affairs?

I know it sounds bad.
But it will save your job.

The Chief takes my
recommendations very seriously.

And let's be honest, your Boot's
speech was good, but it wasn't that good.

Think about it.
We'll talk soon.

- Sorry. Wish I had better news.
- Ah, doesn't matter.

It matters to me.
I want you to have closure.

Did closure help you
after the bank robbery?

- Not really.
- Which is why I'm out of here.

Tomorrow morning,
wheels-up to St. Barts.

From there, who knows.

You think a change of scenery
will help ease the trauma?

I think a cold drink on
white sand's a good start.

Well, disappearing for a few
months you have that option.

Most folks don't have that.

Got to sit...

and try to deal with their PTSD
while still holding their lives together.

Oh, so I should feel
bad I have money?

No.

I'm saying...

escape is a privilege.
But you won't really be escaping.

All the stress and nightmares
and feelings from the attack,

they're gonna come
along to the beach with you.

And I can tell you that
because I've been there.

The only thing that helped me
make it to the other side was...

becoming a cop.

- You think I should join up?
- No! No. No.

Nobody wants that.

But you could think about
using the trauma to motivate you.

Make something positive
out of a terrible experience.

That victim's services
woman gave me her card.

- I could write her a check.
- You could. And...

you should.

But you think I need
to be more hands-on?

I think helping people when
you can look them in the eye...

is one of the most fulfilling
things I've ever done with my life.

I'll call her in the morning.

Good.

I hate ginger ale.

I know.