All language subtitles for The.Rookie.S08E09.1080p.WEB.h264-ETHEL

[Steve Mason's "Water Bored"]

♪ ♪

- ♪ This is how you do it... ♪

- On the plus side,
it still fits.

- I was hoping to never feel
wool on my skin again.

- There he is.
Welcome back.

- Thank you, sir.
Happy to be here.

Ready to ace my second chance.

It's just...
[sighs]

Are the long sleeves necessary?

- You fell as far as you could
without getting bounced.

You have to earn your way back
to short sleeves.

- I know it's a bummer,

but I'm excited
to have you back on patrol...

for a little while.

- So what's happening?

Am I riding solo, or are you
pairing me with someone?

- It's--it's not really
my call to make.

- But you know the answer.

- I should really let Tim
tell you.

- But you won't, because UCs
have a blood bond of honesty

that will last
until the apocalypse.

So spill it.

- I'm just the messenger.

- I don't understand.

- Well, you won't be riding
with me anymore.

- Then who?

- You're gonna
be training Penn.

- Are you kidding?

- Not only do I have to go
back into the suck

that is uniformed
police work...

- Not only do I have to walk
a high-wire act to perfection

every minute of the day
for the next six months,

I'm getting paired
with a training officer

so legendarily cantankerous,

she makes Tim Bradford
look like Mr. Rogers?

- I'm getting stuck
with a Texas lemon

who should have been fired
for a multitude of reasons?

- Yes.
- Yes.

- ♪ Whoa ♪

♪ I'm gonna win for you ♪

♪ Like I know
you want me to do ♪

- And you heard
the mechanic say

that he would
get it done today?

He said those actual words?
- Yes.

- Even though last time,
it took him over a week

to order the parts?

- Hey, I put the fear of God
in him, okay?

It'll be done by 5:00.
- Oh.

- Luna, my savior.
Room 314 is imploding.

- Of course it is.

I knew we were in trouble

as soon as the third
estranged child showed up.

[laughter]

- I prescribed antibiotics
for his pneumonia

and therapy
for the rest of them.

- I'm sure
they'll get right on that.

- Mm-hmm.
- [chuckles]

I don't think we've met.
- Right.

Oliver Ashton,
this is my husband, Wade.

- Nice to meet you.
- Good to meet you.

I don't think I've seen you
around here before.

- Yeah, just started
a couple months ago.

Spent the last
five years working

for Doctors Without Borders.
- Noble.

- It's nothing compared
to what you do every day.

I'm doing assessments.

If 314 asks for me, tell them
I got carried off by a twister.

- [laughs]

- Um, nice guy.

- He makes us all look
like underachievers.

- Mm.

- Thank you for the ride
and for taking my car in,

which you should
probably go do now,

or else he's gonna blame us for
not getting it finished today.

[chuckles]
Mm.

[car beeps]

[engine turning over]

[The Teskey Brothers'
"Carry You" plays on stereo]

- ♪ Too far gone ♪

- ♪ Ooh ♪

- ♪ I'll just keep running ♪

♪ To carry you on ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ ♪

- Listen, Nolan and I have
thoughts on how

to train Miles going forward.
- Keep 'em.

You both had your chance.
- Nyla--

- What are you gonna tell me
that I don't already know?

He's a cowboy
because he's insecure?

That--that was clear
to some of us on day one.

Now he is a hot mess

who's gonna hit the streets
so scared to make a mistake

that he will panic-freeze
the second the adrenaline hits.

So, no, I will chart
my own course.

Thank you.

- [sighs]
- I think she's got it handled.

[elevator bell dings]

Morning.
- What?

- I said good morning.
Did you mean to get off here?

- Um...

no, task force floor.

I'm sorry, I'm just
a little distracted.

- Everything okay?
- [sighs]

Yeah.
Yeah, uh, I don't know.

I found this in Luna's car,

and a pair
of fancy men's sunglasses.

- That doesn't
necessarily mean anything.

- No, of course not.

- I'm--I'm sure
it doesn't mean anything.

- Yeah, yeah.

Just, um, you ever just, uh--
[elevator bell dings]

Never mind.

- Sir, if I may.

There's two paths
you can take here.

The first is...

talk to your wife.

Odds are there's
a very simple explanation.

The second is...

you know, snoop.

I highly recommend the first.

- Thank you.

- Just had to see me,
or is there a problem?

- Your mom.
- [sighs]

Now what did she do?

- Well, have you not been
following our group chat?

- No, I muted that thing

the second you set it up
for the three of us.

- Tim.
- I know.

I have a problem
with communication.

- This is not funny.

Your mom has texted us 11 times
in the past hour,

and you're being radio silent,
so I have to answer.

- No, you really don't.
- Uh--

- You don't. It's not your job
to fill the silence.

In fact, the sooner you stop,

the sooner she'll abandon
the thread

and stop sending
blurry pictures

of relationship quizzes
from ancient "Cosmo" magazines

she has lying around.

- So you are following
the thread.

- I may have seen one or two.
- Mm-hmm.

- I'll text her, okay?

It's not your weight to carry.

She's my mom.
- Okay. Thank you.

That's all I ask.
- Yeah. Mm-hmm.

[energetic music]

♪ ♪

- Oh, howdy,
Detective Harper.

Uh, I want to say how thrilled
I am to be training with you.

- You want your nickname
to be "Ass Kisser"?

- No, ma'am.
- Then rethink your approach.

[sniffs]
- Yes, ma'am.

[grunting]

- So what is your goal

for the next six months
of training?

- Learn from my mistakes.

Try not to get myself
in situations I can't handle.

- So play it safe?

- I'm one screwup away
from getting bounced.

What am I supposed to do?

♪ ♪

- Okay, so here's
how today is gonna go.

You are the TO.
I am the rookie.

- I don't understand.

- You will teach me the job
as if I were a day-one rookie

and take the lead
on every call we get,

and at the end of shift,

I will decide whether
you are worth my effort.

- Yes, ma'am--
or should I say "Boot"?

I'm just gonna stick
with ma'am.

- Mm-hmm.
[engine turning over]

[car horn honks]
- This is nice.

You know, back together again,
without the pressure

of being evaluated.

I can really let
my freak flag fly.

No, no, not--not that
I have one, like, a freak flag.

Like, no--no hidden
freak agenda over here.

- Uh-huh.
- Yeah.

- Don't worry.
Your freak-ret's safe with me.

- Wait, what?
Oh, I see.

No, no, but seriously,
I have no freak-rets.

- 7-Adam-15, 2-11
at 47163 San Vicente.

- Copy that.
Show us responding.

Hit it, super freak.

[siren wailing]

[funky music]

♪ ♪

[tense music]

♪ ♪

Police!

Police!

Police.
- Is it over?

- Yeah, why don't you come out
where we can see you?

- We were just
in the middle of filming

when two guys
with guns came in,

stole all of our equipment,
and shot the place up.

- Okay, filming what?
- Minion erotica.

- Zac, not the time.
- Sorry.

- It's called Dropout TV.

We do shows
based around improv comedy.

I own the company.
- Oh, there he goes.

He owns the place.
He owns the place.

- Anna--

- There's, like,
a weird power dynamic,

but we're friends,
but he's our boss.

- Jacob, you guys act
like I'm obsessed with myself.

- Okay, can we just
stay on track?

- Doubtful. Sorry, no.
Sorry. We won't.

- Right, I think
the path forward here

is to take witness statements
from each of them...

separately.
- Mm-hmm.

- And you can put
your hands down.

- Oh, thank God.
- Whew.

- All right,
in your own words,

just tell me what happened.
- Wow, okay, yeah.

Um, I first got into comedy

after being bullied
in middle school.

- Okay, so where were you
when the robbery took place?

- Your Honor,
let the record show

that it could not have been me,
for I was at the studio

when the crime occurred.
- Well, this isn't a courtroom.

You're a witness,
not a suspect.

- I could have committed
the crime.

I could have been,
you know, like, colluding.

- Were you?

- I thought you said
I wasn't a suspect.

Okay, you're making me nervous.
I did the crime.

No, I didn't.
I'm panicking. I'm panicking.

- Yeah, I can't believe we lost
all the footage we shot today.

I probably did some
of my best,

most important work
of my career.

My Dame Judi Butthole bit
killed.

- Did the suspects
have accents

or any distinctive
vocal qualities?

- Yeah, when you say accents,
do you mean, like...

[British accent] Hey, I'm a guy
from, like, Birmingham!

I'm here to rob your place!

[normal voice]
Or--or maybe he was, uh...

[Appalachian accent]
An Appalachian hillbilly

with a sinus infection.

- I promise to answer
your question,

but can I just ask you
something first?

- No.
- Okay.

So I just need, like,
a regular,

not-funny person's opinion
of this.

Like, which version is funnier?

A guy who is trying
to give a eulogy,

but he's holding in a sneeze,

or a guy who's giving a eulogy,

but he's being attacked
by invisible egrets?

And don't answer yet.
I have to show you.

- [imitating Dracula]
Perhaps he was a vampire...

[with Australian accent]
From Down Under...

[imitating Dracula] Who, uh--
who has really bad anxiety.

I want to suck your blood,
but I'm a little scared.

- Oh, it's kind of
coming back to me.

- The suspect's license plate?

- No,
my Dame Judi Butthole bit.

Do you mind if I do it real
quick so it doesn't escape me?

Ooh, record me on your body cam
and then text it to me.

- And then
I started Dropout TV.

What was your question again?
- [breathes deeply]

- Hey, hi. I don't know
how helpful this is,

but one of the robbers
must have dropped their wallet

when they were robbing
the control room.

- Wait, I know you.
Uh, you're the drone kid!

Dax. Dan.
- Dash, but close enough.

- He let you use the drone?
He straight up told me no.

- Okay, well, you wanted to
film Mr. Reich in his backyard

doing yoga
for blackmail purposes.

Am I the only one that went
to the HR meeting?

- We have HR?
- We had an HR meeting?

- I need a background check
on Mark Wyatt.

- I thought you were moving
to Vegas with your mom.

- Yeah, uh, that didn't work
out, so we moved to LA.

My mom always wanted
to be a hand model,

which is going as well
as you would expect.

So I got a part-time job
with these lunatics--

lovely people--

while, uh, I wait to graduate
high school.

- Our suspect, Mark Wyatt,
has priors--

assault and for public nudity.
- At the same time?

What would that look like?
- I've been thinking about it.

I feel like--
- No, no, no, it's katanas.

- All right,
we're gonna go pick him up,

and we'll be in touch.

Lots of luck.

- [grunting]
- Pew, pew!

- Um, tell me the six rules
of a traffic stop.

[police scanner whirs
and squeals]

Why'd you do that?

- Is my training officer
asking why a patrol officer

would listen to
a police scanner

and not just wait
for dispatch calls?

- I guess.

- When evaluating a rookie,
a training officer

wants to see how they respond
to different scenarios.

With a rookie who is looking
to get into trouble,

the calls they choose
can be illustrative.

- Armed suspect just abandoned
his car on freeway.

He's shooting! Watch out!
He's running!

Foot pursuit!
Heading east on Benedict!

- Add us to that call.
Mm.

[indistinct chatter
over police radio]

Trainee, why wouldn't we want
to respond to that call?

- Travel time to call
is approximately 15 minutes.

A shots-fired call means
that every available unit

in the area will respond.

As last arrivals,
we will likely miss the action

and be tasked with looking
for shell casings

in the hot sun
for the next five hours.

- Right.
I mean, uh, good answer.

Let's look for a closer call.

- All units, silent alarm
at Lincoln Bank and Trust.

2-11 in progress.

- Bank robbery. Hot damn,
we're taking that one, right?

- Yes, sir. Although--
- A-although what?

- A thoughtful TO
might inform his rookie

that most bank robberies
can be measured in minutes.

And given our proximity
and the units that are closer,

it might be prudent to focus

on the bank robber's possible
escape route and intercept.

- In case they manage
to get away

before police arrive--smart.

- So the route they would take
to escape would be...

- They would head
for the 10/110 freeway exchange

and try to get lost in the
chaos of Los Angeles traffic.

- Which means that they
would have to drive up...

- Georgia Street.

[siren wailing]

[energetic music]

♪ ♪

[tires screech]

Hands!
Show me your hands!

- [whimpering]
Ple--please.

[continues whimpering]

Please help.
I think she's dying.

[sirens approaching]

I think she's dying.

- Okay, we have
two GSW victims.

Patient number one, GSW in the
left upper quadrant abdomen,

now grossly distended and firm.

Critically unstable,
recommend OR, stat.

- I'll stay with them.
- Sounds right.

Are you investigating this one?
- No, we are.

- That is sweet, but you are
the hotshot detective.

I'm just a lowly
patrol officer.

- You're still a detective,
but I get your point.

Did either of them mention
the third bank robber?

- Uh, no.
I didn't realize there was one.

- Yeah, security guard said
there were three of them,

all masked and armed.

Third robber disappeared
when the shooting started.

Must have laid low
as the other two escaped,

then snuck away
into the chaos afterwards.

We're pulling
security footage now.

Hopefully we can get a before
and after the mask came off.

How's your rookie?

- Mm, I don't know yet.

- You know you can't bounce him
from the program, right?

- What?
I was looking forward to it.

- He's not the only one
being evaluated, Nyla.

You need to be made of wins
while you're back on patrol.

Firing a rookie
would be seen as a loss,

and you can't give IA reason
to punish you more

or, worse, fire you.

[Grey sighs]
- Oh, Lieutenant.

- Hey.
Um, are you all right?

I mean, other than the uniform.

- Yeah, we caught
two bank-robbery suspects.

Penn is in there
watching over them

while they get prepped
for surgery.

- You here to see Luna?

- Yeah, I'm gonna
take her out to lunch.

- Oh, that's sweet.
- That's sweet.

[chuckles]
- Well, yeah.

Excuse me.

[laughter]

[dramatic music]

Luna.

- Hey, what are you doing here?

- Thought I'd take
my wife to lunch.

- Oh, that's so sweet,
but Oliver

is about to do his assessments,
and I accompany

in case any patient-advocate
questions come up.

- You can join us,

but it's gonna be
a lot more bodily fluids

than a normal person
wants to see in a day.

- You'd be surprised
what a cop sees in a day.

- Good point.

- I shouldn't be too late.

Why don't we go to dinner?

- Don't make a date
you can't keep.

- I can keep it.

- Are you sure?
- Yes.

- All right, good.

- It really was sweet
you came to take me to lunch.

- Um, look, Luna, um--
[elevator bell dings]

- Hey, we--we need help.

- Let me guess.
You're glued together.

- You say that
like it happens a lot.

- More than you know.

- Did you drive here like that?

- Well, we didn't take the bus.

- Hey, I can't help
but to notice

by the position of your hands
that you were engaged

in a domestic dispute
gone sticky.

- No, no, no, no.

Um, she was just caressing
my face.

- While you choked her?

- Uh, not all choking
is nonconsensual.

- Huh.
- I'm gonna go get the doctor.

- Wait, wait, wait, um--

- Please tell me there
is not glue on your hand.

- I wish that I could.
- [sighs]

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

[knock on window]

[distant buzzer blares]

[blinds whirring]

- [clicks tongue, grunts]
[line trilling]

[cell phone vibrating]

- Why can't you
just come in here?

- Because I'm mad at you.

It's not enough
that I have a busy day,

I have to run damage control
on your dysfunction?

- I was trying to take
my mom off your plate.

- By telling her
to not contact me?

I want to have a relationship
with your mother,

but not whatever
this has become.

- All right, I'll text her.
- No. Hey, come on, please.

Call her today, okay?

An actual human conversation.

[mouthing words]

- Later.

- [scoffs]

- I'm telling you,
I lost my wallet yesterday.

- Oh, convenient timing,

given we found it at the scene

of an armed robbery
this morning.

- Convenient is
such lazy framing.

The universe is an infinitely
complicated place.

You know,
you show your ignorance

acting like coincidences
are impossible.

The sheer amount of things
happening on a single day

number in the sextillions.

- Okay, that's
a made-up number.

- No, it's not. A sextillion
is a thousand trillion.

And given that
the world is populated

with over 8 billion people,

I'm probably
way underestimating.

No, I'm definitely
underestimating.

There's over 10 quintillion
insects in the world.

That's over one billion
per person.

So, given that scale,
me losing a wallet,

a criminal picking it up,
and then dropping it

at a crime scene
isn't unlikely.

Statistically,
it's almost a given.

- Well, we're still gonna
put you in a lineup

and see if the victims
can identify you.

- That's fair.

- How many of that, uh--
quintillion?--

quintillion insects
are spiders?

- Oh, at least a quadrillion.

There's 53,000 species

on every continent
except Antarctica.

- I might have to move
to Antarctica.

- Not today, though, right?
- No.

Today we see if Mark
loses the lineup lottery.

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- Hmm, it's just
like the movies...

- Yeah.
- With as much diversity.

- Check, test.

All right, we are about to
show you a lineup of six men.

The person or persons
involved in the robbery

may or may not be among them.

Afterwards, I'm going
to ask you, individually,

if you recognize anyone.

But do not compare notes

and do not discuss the suspects
amongst each other.

Do you understand?
- Yes, Daddy.

- Okay, the guy that's number
one looks like a tech bro

that speaks about himself
in the third person,

and he probably kisses his
immediate family on the mouth.

[laughter]

- Smoochy!
- Okay, wait.

But number three is sort of
giving, like, hey, I'm Chad.

I completely misunderstood
the message of "Fight Club,"

and I don't understand
why my Native American

Halloween costume's
so offensive.

- Number five looks
like he spends

his Friday nights chugging beer
loaded with protein powder.

It's not drinking alone if your
two snakes are in the house.

- Okay, guys,
let's try to focus.

I mean, this should be
fairly easy.

Uh, do you guys recognize
anyone or not?

- Well, they were
all wearing masks,

but these guys are
the same basic size.

- You know, I feel like I might
recognize the guy's voice

that yelled at us.
- Yeah.

- Number one, could you
please repeat the phrase?

- [sighs]
Shut up and get on the ground.

- Okay, I'm unimpressed
with the performance.

Could use
a little more pizzazz.

- I don't want
to give a line read,

but there's, like,
a hundred guys in LA

that could do a better job
than that.

- So question--

can you just sort of make them
say whatever you want?

- No, they're only gonna say
what was said at the robbery.

- [inhales sharply] You guys
thinking what I'm thinking?

- Contestant number one,
can you please recite

Tommy Lee Jones's speech
from "The Fugitive?"

- No, contestant number--

suspect number one,
you do not have to do that.

- I would like it if you did.
- No one's asking.

- I would like it if you did.
- I'll do it.

- [gasps]
- Yes.

- I love "The Fugitive."
- [smooches]

- The floor's all yours.

- What I want out
of each and every one of you

is a hard-target search
of every gas station,

residence, warehouse,
farmhouse, henhouse, outhouse,

and doghouse in that area.

- He's really good.
- That's really good.

- Bravo!
- Yeah.

- That was really good.
[indistinct chatter]

- Can we see a chemistry read
between four and two?

- Okay, okay, okay.

Do you recognize any of these
individuals from the robbery?

- I mean, if we say yes,

can we get them to say
more weird stuff?

- No.
- Can we make them kiss?

- Ooh, can we make them kiss?

- Can we see a kiss
between four and two?

- That would equal six.
- Ooh!

- That's odd.

Super glue usually comes off
with a bit of acetone.

Do you remember
the brand you used?

- Nope.
- Yes.

Uh, I-I think it was like an--

an acetone-resistant...
- Resistant--

- Blend.

Heavy-duty stuff.
- Yeah.

- I can't really remember
the exact name.

- Well, surgery
is a last resort,

but without identifying
the exact adhesive you used,

I'm not sure how else
to proceed.

Can someone go by your house
and get it?

- Uh, no.

Not--not really.
- I'm happy to do it.

Give me your address.
- No, that's not necessary.

- It's super nice, though.
- Oh, my God, the nicest.

Thank you, um, but we just--
we couldn't ask that of you.

- Listen up.
You are glued to my wife.

The only person that's supposed
to touch her this long is me,

so give me your address...

unless there's something
at your house

you don't want me to see.

Something that has to do
with this, perhaps?

- I swear
I don't know what that is.

- It's a firing pin
for a handgun.

- Oh, my God.
- Crazy.

- The question is,
why are the two of you

covered with them?

- So Finley is out of surgery.

We should be able
to talk to her soon,

but the, uh--the girlfriend,
Ava, she died on the table.

- Damn.

Hard way to learn
not to rob a bank

with a former Green Beret
working as a security guard.

- Yeah.

- Hey, as my rookie,

shouldn't you be doing
the paperwork?

Yeah, had to give it a shot.
- Mm-hmm.

- All right,
I requested an officer

to come watch over Finley.

We should get back
out on patrol.

- Actually, we have been asked
to take a first run

at interviewing Finley.

Lopez is tied up with the feds,
combing through bank footage,

trying to figure out
how the third robber escaped.

- And as her former partner--

fu--future partner, yeah, um--

she trusts
your detective skills.

- Exactly.

And unfortunately for you,

I still need my TO
to show me how it's done.

- Not to break
the fourth wall here,

but you're a literal expert
at interrogating suspects,

and I'm not.

- Only way to become
an expert is to do the work.

And as someone whose instincts

are to turn everything
up to an 11,

I am curious to see
how you handle something

that requires nuance
and delicacy.

[upbeat music]

♪ ♪

- Hey.
- Hey.

- How long's she been awake?
- Couple minutes.

- Anyone tell her
about her partner?

- I know I didn't.

- Can I ask you one question?
- Sure.

- What's the worst mistake
I can make in there?

- Don't make it a competition--
you versus her.

You guys are on the same side.

- Yes, ma'am, got it.
Thanks.

Finley, I'm Officer Penn.

This is Detective Harper.

We brought you in.
- Yeah, I remember.

[breathes deeply]
How's Ava?

No one will tell me.

- I'm sorry, but...

she didn't survive the surgery.

She had lost too much blood.

- No.

[voice breaking]
No.

Why did he have to shoot her?

He didn't have to shoot her.
Our guns weren't real.

- But they looked real.

People were terrified.
- [crying]

It's not fair.
She only did it because of me.

- Why?

I've seen your history.
It's spotless.

I couldn't even dream
of getting into Stanford.

- [scoffs]
Be grateful.

You want to know
why we robbed that bank?

I am $200,000 in debt,

and that's after spending
the last three years

trying to pay off the loan.

It's higher now than it was
when I started.

What hope did we have
at a happy life together,

working two jobs just
to barely stay above water?

- Listen, I get it.

I lived in my car
until a few months ago.

Debt is no joke.

And it could impact
how the DA's office

decides to prosecute you.

But if you want any hope
of leniency--any--

you need to tell us
who your other partner was

in the robbery.
- It was just me and Ava.

- We know that there was
a third person that got away.

We're gonna find them
eventually.

- But you have an opportunity
to help yourself here.

I strongly urge you take it.

- I don't deserve help.

Ava's dead because of me.

[sniffles]

[somber music]

- Hey, what are you doing here?

- Hey, uh, Dropout guys
made me drive them.

Something about a lineup.
- Right, but they left.

- Are you kidding?

That's why Sam asked
for the minivan keys.

Okay.
- Sorry.

Can your mom pick you up?
- Yeah, I can call her.

Did they help you
at all with the line--

No, stupid question.

Those guys would have
gone down with the "Titanic"

because they were too busy
making fun of the orchestra

to get on a lifeboat.

- Look, don't take this
the wrong way,

but why do you work
with those guys?

- They pay me
surprisingly well.

- Uh, Nolan?
Sorry.

Are you free?
- Yeah, I can be.

I'll see you later?
- Yep.

- All right.

- So Grey just called.

Uh, Luna is currently glued
to a couple

who appears to be manufacturing
and selling ghost guns.

The judge just signed off
on a warrant

for us to go inside and take
a look at their house.

- While they remain glued
to Luna?

- That's gonna have to be
our secondary assignment--

identifying the adhesive
they've been using

to assemble the ghost guns

so we can get them
all separated.

- And who are these people?

- Uh, Poppy
and Jasper Waterson.

Neither of them
have a criminal record,

but at one point or another,
they've both filed

restraining orders
against each other.

I checked out
their social media.

They are both gun enthusiasts,

obviously
in a toxic relationship,

who share an inability
to think things through.

- Wow.
- Yeah.

- Today is an odd one.
- Right? Wait, why?

What's going on with you?

- Oh, I can't even explain,
not without crying.

Juarez, we're on the move.
- Coming. Whew.

I, uh, let Mark Wyatt go.

His girlfriend
corroborated his story

of him losing
his wallet yesterday.

And he was very understanding
about our confusion

and happy to get
his wallet back

once we had it
fingerprinted, yeah.

- Mm. Hey, uh, you want
to ride with me?

- Ooh.
Can I?

- Traitor.
- [chuckles]

- So did he call his mom?
- I don't know.

I don't think so.

I don't have much confidence
that even if he does,

it'll make things better.
- Mm.

- Okay, we're coming up to it.

It's...

Oh.

You know what? Let's, uh--
let's back up a little bit.

[distant dog barking]

- What's up?

- Three guys are moving stuff
out of that green house

around the corner.

[indistinct chatter]

- And by stuff, you mean guns?
- Among other things.

- So do we want to go
right at them

or try something more subtle?

- A little bit of both?

[energetic music]

♪ ♪

[engine revving, siren whoops]

- On the ground!

Step away from the van!

On the ground,
arms and legs spread.

♪ ♪

- That could not have
worked out better.

♪ ♪

Looks like we
found our adhesive.

- Ooh, I-I wouldn't touch that.
- Good idea.

- Hey, guys,
I got this out here.

Go inside.

Clear the house.
[camera shutter clicks]

- Nolan sent
a photo of the glue.

- Thank God.

- Oh, did he, uh--
did he see anything else

while he was there?

- Hey, I just got
the exact epoxy that they used.

- Great.
Uh, let's see...

- Um...
[sighs]

Um, by the way,
earlier in the day,

I found these in the bathroom.

You wouldn't happen to know
who they belong to, would you?

- Yeah, I've been looking
everywhere for these.

Where'd you say you found them?
- Um, out in the hall.

[sighs]

[somber music]

♪ ♪

- Finley!
- Grandma?

- Finley!
- I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

You can't go there.
You can't go in there.

- The hell I can't.

You're gonna have to shoot me
to stop me.

- Hey, ma'am, ma'am,
hold on one second.

Your granddaughter
has been arrested

for a very serious crime.

- My granddaughter
has also been shot.

And I am the only family
she's got,

so you are gonna let me
into that room.

- Yes, ma'am, we--
we can do that.

But I need you to do
something for me.

Finley can help herself
by telling us

the truth about what happened.

- Finley needs a lawyer.

I've got one on the way.
Now let me see her.

- Of course,
but Detective Harper

is gonna pat you down
and hold on to your purse.

- Whatever.
- Arms up.

[dramatic music]

[zipper opens]

♪ ♪

- [sobbing]
- [sighs]

♪ ♪

- Ava's dead.

[sobs]
- What?

Oh, baby, I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.

- What's going on?

- Uh, Finley's grandma
just got here.

- Great, I don't need
to make a separate trip.

When the feds finished
processing the prints

from the bank,
one set stood out,

although the last bank
she robbed was in 1983.

- Get out.
Finley's mawmaw?

- Yeah, she did
a nickel for it.

Got out and never robbed
another bank.

- Until today.

[handcuffs click]

Maeve.

[Finley sobbing]

- It's all my fault.

They did everything right
in life,

and still they were struggling
so much.

It wasn't right.

- Put your hands
behind your back.

- No, please.

No.

- It wasn't right.

♪ ♪

- No.

- Oh.
- Finally.

- Thank God.
- So much better.

- [sighs in relief]

- All right.

Good news is that you're free.

- And this is the bad news.

All right, if you could
just turn around.

- Turn around!

Hands on your head.

[handcuffs clicking]

Hands behind your back.

- Huh.
Must have missed some.

- Bruh.

[indistinct chatter
over police radio]

- Hey, are you still waiting
for your mom?

- Yeah, she's busy.

Said she'd get me
when she's free.

She couldn't think of
a safer place for me to wait.

- Okay.
Uh, what about your dad?

- Oh, he's only "break glass
in case of emergency."

- Right.

- Well, I just finished
with an arrest,

so I can give you a ride home.

- Great.

Uh, can we go
with the lights and the sirens?

- No, but I'll let you
use the radio

to tell dispatch
she has a sexy voice.

- [gasps] Really?
- No.

[cell phone chimes, vibrates]

That your mom?
- No, it's Sam.

"Where's our equipment?

"You weren't supposed
to steal it for real.

I'm not paying you
unless you bring it back."

[cell phone chimes, vibrates]
Second text.

"Ha ha, whoops, sorry.

"That message wasn't for you.

Please don't share it
with anyone."

Prayer hands emoji.

- Do I need a lawyer?

- That is your right.
Do you have one?

- Yes, but he only does
entertainment law.

- That's not gonna help you.

Look, not only did you make
false statements to police,

which is punishable
by up to six months in prison,

but you also endangered
yourself and your employees.

- Look, I am so sorry.

We do crazy stunts
for our shows all the time.

I thought I was hiring actors
to play robbers.

They were supposed to interrupt
our game show

with a fake robbery

and then return all of our
stuff a few hours later.

I never thought a casting
breakdown for armed robbers

would attract
actual armed robbers.

[sighs]

And then I was too embarrassed
to say anything,

and now I fully realize
the error of my ways.

- Which is great, but it will
still be up to the DA's office

as to whether they want
to press charges.

- I can't go to jail.

I couldn't even handle
sleepaway camp.

- Look, let's just start

with arresting
the two men that robbed you.

I'm assuming you have names
and numbers.

- I have their Venmos.
- Let's start with that.

- Okay.
[clears throat]

Robber88.

Okay, well, I should have seen
that one coming.

[doors buzzing]

[dramatic music]

♪ ♪

- All right.
What a way to end shift.

As a thank-you,

paperwork can be turned in
at the top of the day tomorrow.

I'll even add an hour
of OT for those

who want to come in early.
- That's great.

Hey, did you call your mother?
- Mm.

- I'm gonna--
- Yeah, don't we have a--

- Yep.
- Right behind you.

♪ ♪

- I'm sorry.

I think I just need to get
some closure.

- Oh, it's okay.

Look, why don't we clock out
and talk about it at home?

- Okay.

- I don't know about you,
but all I am thinking about

is a hot bath
and 12 hours of sleep.

- [quietly] Sounds nice.
- [chuckles]

- Are you okay?

- Um...

I thought I...

I could broach this
in a more delicate way,

but after the day we had, I...

I think it's better just
to come out and--and say it.

Is there something going on
with you and Dr. Ashton?

- Are you accusing me
of cheating?

- I'm not accusing you
of anything.

But after seeing

the way you two
act together and...

finding his things
in your car...

I just want to know the truth.

- First of all,
you have to believe me

when I say that nothing
has happened between us.

- Second of all?

- I do feel something for him.

I wasn't looking for it.

In our whole marriage,

I've never even thought
about anyone else.

But this past year,
the world has opened up for me.

I finished school.
I got this job.

- You met another man.

- It is not that simple.

Am I attracted to him?
Yes.

But that doesn't mean that
I was planning on acting on it.

- Doesn't mean you weren't.

Otherwise
you would have said that.

- Wade, please, I'm...

I am trying to be honest, and--
and I'm making a mess of it

because I don't--
I don't really know how I feel.

I--

If you hadn't confronted me
about Oliver,

there is a good chance I would
have worked through all of this

without you ever knowing.
- I do know!

It's breaking my heart.
Just--

[somber music]

[sniffles, sighs]

So what you need to tell me

is that whatever it is you feel

for this man...

it's over as of now.

♪ ♪

And your hesitation
gives me my answer.

Here, take this.

- Wade.
- I need to take a walk.

- And then what?
- I don't know.

♪ ♪

- So officially end of shift.

Did you decide whether or not
I'm a lost cause?

- I want to hear
your thoughts first.

- Okay, well, I think I made
some real progress today,

even though it wasn't close
to perfect.

- Stop.

You do know not everything
is about you, right?

I don't want to hear
your own self-analysis.

I want to hear what you thought
about me, your rookie.

- Oh.

Can I not do that?

All right.

I'd say
you're pretty knowledgeable

for a rookie officer.

You have natural instincts.

Though I can sometimes feel
your urge to take over,

I appreciate that you don't.

Your willingness
to trust your TO

and give him a second chance,

even when you think
you might know better--

when you most definitely do
know better--

is admirable.

- Okay, thanks.
- Now it's your turn, right?

Wait, so--
so what does that mean?

Do I get to stay,
or should I go home?

- See you tomorrow.

[Foxing's
"Hall of Frozen Heads"]

♪ ♪

[noisemaker blares]
all: Happy first day!

- Whoo!
- Whoo!

- We wanted to do
something special

to celebrate
your first day back on patrol.

- You guys, you--

you are terrible,
wonderful people,

and I love you.

- We love you, too, and
you're gonna get through this.

- Thank you. Wow, you guys
really did not have to do this.

But I am glad that you did.

It's not something I ever would
have thought to celebrate.

- To be fair, you are not big
on festivities of any kind.

I only found out
when your birthday was

because I called your mama.

- And I am still kind of mad
at you for that.

- Me too, and so is Wesley.
- I'm not.

- Okay, so I assume that
this is not just decorations,

that there is some sort
of sustenance

and--and possible
adult beverages.

- I'm on it.

- Thank you, guys,
for being here.

But just to clarify,
I do want to be in my bed

in an hour, so....
- Oh, yeah, we'll be long gone.

- Yeah.
- Okay, great.

- O-okay.

All right, Mom.

Bye.

I did it.

It is handled.

- That took too long
to have been easy.

Is she okay?
Are you okay?

- Yeah. No, I'm--I'm great.
- Okay.

- It actually--no, it went
a lot easier than expected.

She understood the whole
boundaries issue pretty quickly

and, uh, acknowledged
that she can get overexcited.

Doesn't blame you or me--
just blames technology

for being too fun
to experience alone.

- Wow.
Okay.

It sounds like it went great.
- Yeah.

- Well, what took
so long, then?

- We started talking
about a lot of other stuff.

- Like what?
- Nosy.

- Come on, tell--
if you want to tell me.

[laughs]

- Um, work,
uh, childhood memories...

- Mm.
- You.

It was nice.
- Yeah.

I-I bet you guys have a lot
to catch up on.

- Yeah, yeah.
Oh, she did--

she told me
all about her weekly trips

to the Farmers Market.

Oh, and she told me all
about her friend Linda,

who, uh, has been acting like--

and this is
in my mother's words--

a-a shrewd bitch with a stick
shoved so far up her ass.

- Yeah, I heard about Linda.

And, honestly,
I agree with your mother.

She has to go.

- How'd you hear about that?
That was not on the group chat.

- Nope.
I...

- Um...

- I am on a separate
group thread

with just your mom and Genny.

- You are unbelievable.
- Wait. No, stop.

To be fair, I did not start
that one--Genny did.

But now I have two
of my main sources

for vintage Tim photos
in the same place,

so that's very nice for me.
- Oh, God.

Okay, so do I have to talk
to Genny now, too?

- No, no.

But if you have
that powder-blue prom suit

lying around,
that would be nice.

- Okay, I'm sure I could dig
it up from somewhere.

- Wow.
- Yeah.

- [chuckles]

- ♪ I wanna be Saul
to Paul in Damascus ♪

♪ The last gasp of God
before the Rapture ♪

- Hello?
- I'm in the bedroom.

- ♪ Charioted high
above a glass earth ♪

- I thought you couldn't be
home for another week.

- I moved some things around.

- Are you naked under there?
- 100%.

With the caveat that I have
to go back in 36 hours.

- We can get a lot done
in 36 hours.

- We can.

[cell phone vibrating]

- Just one--

Yes, sir,
is everything all right?

- No.
[sighs]

Luna and I are in a bad place.

I don't...

I don't know
what our future looks like.

I'm here at a hotel bar,

where I'll be staying
for who knows how long.

- Sounds like you
need some company.

I'll be right there.
- Thanks.

- [sighs]
Maybe not right there.

- Wait, John--

- He won't be any more sad
in 40 minutes

than he would have been in 20.

- That's true.
[laughing]

- Damn it.