All language subtitles for The.Rookie.S08E11.WEB

- Previously
on "The Rookie"...

- Remember the criminal
Garza flew back from Vegas?

- Everett, right?

- As we've been digging deeper
into his criminal operation,

an unexplained connection
inside the Pentagon.

- Hey, Counselor.
Harrison Novak.

Hunting my victims,
that just fills me up.

- It seems clear that we have a
second serial killer at large.

- I think Glasser is my guy.

- They're in my head.

- Ryan Dearbourne's misfortune
is Liam Glasser's blessing.

- If you're implying I had
something to do with this

- He's dead.
Do you know his name?

- His name was Martin.

- Don't worry. I'm up.

- Mm, you're looking
pretty horizontal to me.

Yeah.

- Hey.

There is no shame
if you're not ready, all right?

And what you experienced
was deeply traumatic.

And it doesn't just disappear
in a few weeks.

- It just would be
easier to process

if he was a violent criminal,
you know?

But he's not.

He's a victim too.

- I-I hear you, but listen.

It doesn't matter, OK?

And this is gonna sound
cold-blooded,

but in the moment,

Martin Carpio
was a homicidal maniac

about to drive a linoleum knife
through your chest.

If you hadn't acted...

I was gonna spend
the last couple weeks

picking out a coffin

and putting your body
in the ground.

And I know this
is complicated for you,

but for me, it is very simple.

You're alive because
you did what you had to do

to stay that way.

- OK.

I need a shower and a coffee.

- I'm on it.

- Thank you.
- Of course.

- Look, you're not gonna have
to worry about me, OK?

I-I will pull my weight.

- Yeah.
If you can, you will.

But what I need most
from you right now

is the truth, all right?

Do not push yourself
to failure.

Because that failure
can get other cops killed.

- Understood.
- All right.

- I'm afraid
I have some bad news.

Given the severity
of the challenges

to prosecuting Liam Glasser,

the DA has instructed me
to offer a plea deal.

Involuntary manslaughter
for the death of Grant Nogales.

- What?

One charge?
For a serial killer?

And how is manslaughter
even on the table?

The dearth
of physical evidence,

the tainted
police investigation,

the lack of eyewitnesses,
the false confession

and subsequent mental breakdown
of Ryan Dearbourne,

the fact that Glasser
piggybacked his burial site

with another killer's bodies.

- OK, but Harrison Novak
is clear that

he didn't kill
Glasser's victims.

And Dearbourne was drugged
into a mental health crisis.

- Ryan had drugs in his system,

which Glasser's lawyer
will argue he took himself,

even though
I think Glasser's lawyer

is the one
who did the drugging.

- But we have zero evidence

that Malcolm Walsh
did anything.

Right?

- Unfortunately.

Celina and I
went over the CCTV footage

and spoke to the staff
at Ryan's halfway house.

There's no proof that anyone
tampered with Ryan's meds.

- But what about that guy
we found handcuffed

in Glasser's shower,
stuck full of needles?

I know it's not murder,
but we gotta be able

to convict him for that

and for attacking Nolan
in the basement.

- Glasser claims
that Phil Warren

was an unhoused person
who broke in and took shelter

from the fires

and that he thought that
we were looters, not cops,

so he was defending himself.

- Bottom line, it's all a mess.

Look, I'm sorry.

We did our best.

At least with the plea deal,

Glasser will be off the streets
for a decade

while we continue
to gather evidence

to charge him
for his other crimes.

Hey. How's Lucy?

- Better than she was.

Not as ready as she thinks.

- You give her
that tough love speech?

- Almost word for word
from the one you gave me.

- Ah.

- How are things with Luna?

- Well,
I'm still living in a hotel.

Luna says she wants to talk,

but I say
if she won't quit her job,

we have nothing to talk about.

Rinse and repeat.

- So no one's
filed the paperwork yet?

- No.

Man, I don't want
to get divorced.

But we're both too stubborn
to give an inch.

Anyway,

you ever run with anyone

sporting an "ego inimicus"
tattoo?

- The Night Strike guys?

No, they're always
wound way too tight.

- What if I told you
Bailey saw their tattoo

on a woman at the Pentagon?

- This connected
to the Everett case?

- Yeah.

So we don't know
how he's involved,

but a war criminal
with ties to the Pentagon

is all kinds of bad.

- There's never been a female
operator in that spec-ops team.

I mean, she could be
Intelligence.

You know, some case officers
feel an unhealthy connection

to their kill squads.

- Go ahead.

- Bradford.

Understood.

- What's wrong?

- Harrison Novak
is coming in to

"unburden himself of additional
crimes he committed."

- Good morning.

I had a wonderful moment
of clarity over the weekend.

- Yeah, sure.

- I don't get mad at a bug
that splatters my windshield,

so why would I get so worked up
over you?

- I'm not taking the bait,
Vivian.

So you can just
get to the point.

- I heard about
the Glasser plea deal.

It's a rough break.

- You know, I think
the important thing is

that he'll be off the streets.

He's gonna do some time.
- Mm-hmm.

It's not really worthy of
a press release, though, is it?

Serial killer does some time
over heinous murders.

On a happier note, I'm heading
over to Mid-Wilshire.

Yeah, Harrison Novak is coming
in to confess to more crimes,

after pleading guilty to all
the ones I charged him with.

If only you'd caught his case
rather than Liam Glasser,

you might actually have a shot
at winning the DA race.

- Well, thank you
for the heads-up.

- Mm.

- Have a nice day.

- You too.

Hey.

- Why didn't you tell me
that Harrison Novak

was coming in to confess
to more crimes?

- I didn't know.

Novak's coming in.

He's an attention whore.

He probably just wants
to stretch his legs

and get a catered lunch.

- Yeah, maybe.

Will you keep me posted?

I-I just got
a bad feeling about it.

- I will,
but I'm sure it's nothing.

- OK.

- Hey.

- Hey.

I'm supposed to talk
to you about something.

Bradford said
it was important--

important that I talk to you--

oh, wait.

I'm not supposed to ask you
about what you did

on penalty of--

- Smitty! My office. Now.

- I didn't actually ask her
about the--you know.

- Did you tell everybody
to avoid me?

- I mean, I might have
encouraged a few people

to give you your space.

- Well, don't yell at Smitty.
He obviously just forgot.

- I'm not.

He's getting
a temporary promotion

to interim watch commander
while I go on patrol with you.

- Tim, I don't want
special treatment.

- You're not getting it.

Look, all Smitty has to do
is smile and nod

in a few Zoom meetings.

I already disabled
the laptop mic.

I'm telling you,
as watch commander,

I would do this for any of
my returning patrol officers.

I promise.

- All right, fine.

But I want to choose
where we're having lunch.

No.

Hello.

- Do you think Lucy's OK?

- She seemed all right
in roll call.

You know, everyone
handles taking a life

in the line differently,
and there's no way of knowing

how it's going to affect you
until it happens.

- I want to check in
with her, you know?

But I'm worried
I'll make things awkward.

- And you know
she's not supposed

to talk to us about that.

- I know.

Because if, God forbid,
this goes to trial,

we'll be asked to testify
about her mental state.

It's just weird, you know,

that I can't ask my girl
how she's doing.

- John Nolan.

- I'm worried about Bailey,
John.

- Who is this?

- You should
recognize my voice, John.

- Zuzu.

Why are you worried
about my wife?

- There's been an uptick
in searches for her name,

information requests plugged
into government systems,

listening devices
on her phone.

- How do you know that?

- Because I'm listening
as well.

She's not safe, John.

But you need to be careful
about how you warn her,

or you could make it worse.

- Wait, what's going on?
- I don't know.

- 7-Adam-15,
possible 10-66 reported

at the
Hollywood Premiere Motel.

- 7-Adam-15, copy.
Show us en route.

- Hey.

Couldn't you have parked
on the street?

I don't need everybody in
Hollywood knowing you're here.

- We're here on the daily,
Earl.

You need one of those signs
that say

"days since police
last visited"

so we can keep
marking it back to zero.

Everybody's a comedian, huh?

- OK, so where's the body?

- This way.

Here we go.

So one of our guests...

he checked out a little early,

and I-I-I covered him
with the towel.

- You know you're not
supposed to tamper

with a potential crime scene,
Earl.

- We're a family establishment.

- Manson family, maybe.

Oh.

- When did you find him?
- 20 minutes ago.

He was here when
I clocked in at 5:00 a.m.

I thought he was asleep, so...

- With two ice picks
in his head?

- Yeah, I didn't
really look that close.

- And I suppose
you still don't have

any working security cameras?

- These haven't been repaired

since the last time
they were vandalized.

- Control, we got a 187.

Victim is male, in his 40s.

Please send the ME, TID,

and send a supervisor
to my location.

- Control 7-Adam-100
responding.

- Are you sure you want your
first call to be a dead body?

We can start
with something easier.

- Are--are you kidding?

This is right out
of the Tim Bradford

school of trauma recovery.

You gotta get right back
on that horse.

If you get punched
in the mouth, you should--

- Hey.
- What?

- No, get out of there!

- You know he can't
hear you, right?

Wait, is that is that the
Fernando Valenzuela baseball

I got--I got put that down!

Watch commander's office.

- Put that ball away,
or I'm coming back there

and shoving it
down your throat.

- Looking fine, ladies.

- There he is,

the next district attorney
of Los Angeles.

Though I hear my case
is hurting you in the polls.

- These are on, right?

Good.

Gonna need to get the footage
for the Hulu doc we're filming.

- You're not serious.

- I am.

Involuntary manslaughter
with a chance of parole

after 15 years.

You could be out in time to see
your son graduate from college.

- College is overrated.

I never went,
and look how I turned out.

- I have a confession to make.

You see, last year when I took
you to my little burial site,

I lied to you.

See, I told you that some
of the bodies you dug up

weren't mine.

And that--

that wasn't true.

- If I take the deal,

isn't that the same
as pleading guilty?

- Yes.

- Then how can I,
in good conscience,

confess to something
that I didn't do?

- Everybody in that field
was put there by me.

Liam Glasser had nothing to do
with any of those murders.

- Hey.

OK.
This guy got a name?

- Several. TID is getting
started on his room, 212.

So far, we have IDs
for Jack Dawes,

Patrick Sullivan, Roger Neuman,
and Ken Marigold.

- Let's go knock on some doors.

Maybe somebody saw something.

- Go ahead.
- Yeah.

- Can I grab you a second
before we get started?

- Yeah, sure.

- I need to call Bailey
at the Pentagon,

but I can't call her phones.

- Is there something
I should know?

- I don't know.
Might be nothing.

Hopefully, it's nothing.

- All right.
I'll make a call.

I got a few people
in the building

that can get her a clean phone.

- Thank you.
- Yeah.

- Hi, sir.
Officer Juarez with LAPD.

There was a murder
this morning,

and I was wondering
whether you--

- First name, Kiss My,
last name, Ass.

Is there a hyphen
in there somewhere?

- Did you notice
anything suspicious?

- Look, we're not here
for your pet, Mr. Jaffe,

although I'm pretty sure
that snake is venomous.

- Did you talk
to the man in 212?

Ma'am, it may be allowed,

but smoking while using an
oxygen tank is a fire hazard.

- Officer John Nolan?

- Randy?
What are you doing here?

- I'm on the trail
of a devious con man.

I've been watching him
every second of every hour

of every day for weeks.

The man in 212
will not escape my grasp.

- The man 212 is dead.

- Verdammt.

- Hey, this is a disaster.

- I know. It sounds bad, but
I think we can turn it around.

- How?

Harrison Novak just confessed
to Liam Glasser's murders.

The timing cannot be
a coincidence.

I mean, Glasser basically
laughed in my face

when I made the plea offer.

It's like he knew that
Novak's confession was coming.

- We'll figure out
the connection later.

For now, let's you and me
blow a few giant holes

in Novak's fake confession
and send him back to prison

with his tail between his legs.

We got this.

- Mm.

- Turn this on...
and call your husband.

- I'm confused.

Who is your client?

- Frau Linda Chandler.

The con man in 212
stole her retirement savings

in a heimtueckisch scheme.

He told her she was investing
in a Florida condominium,

but it was Sumpfland.

Now she has nothing
but the clothes on her back.

- Well, we found
at least five IDs.

Odds are, he's running
all sorts of scams

all over the country
with different victims.

It's gonna take a while
to unwind this.

- Yeah.
- Hmph. No need.

I have located a bread trail

that led me to what the rappers
call his government name,

Charles Deacon.

- That's good work.

- OK, we're gonna need
to speak with your client.

- Oh, yes.
I'll air-bop you her contact.

- Sorry,
I-I have to take this.

- OK.

Hello.

- Why did a stranger
hand me an audio jammer

and a burner phone
and tell me to call you?

- I have been told
that you are in danger.

- Told by who?

- Zuzu.

- The homicidal AI?

Since when have you
become besties with that thing?

- I--I'm not.

It's complicated.

But it--it called to warn me
that someone has been

doing a deep background
check on you,

that your phones,
your apartment, your office,

they're all most likely bugged.

And it could just
be Zuzu playing games.

- Well, on the other hand,
I had a fairly strong feeling

I was being followed
last night.

- And you didn't call me?

- I wasn't sure.

I--things have just
felt a little off

ever since Wade asked me
to knock on a door.

- What door?

- It was a task force thing.

Something Everett-related.

- I am gonna kill Grey.

- Why don't you
try looping him in first

and I'll act normally?

- Bailey.
- It's fine.

Nothing's gonna happen
to me in the building.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- How many doors left?

- Three.
- OK.

Well, if they've got a warrant,

they're probably gonna lie low
until we're out of here.

- Right.

Look, I know I'm not supposed
to ask how you are,

but if you need me
for anything, I'm--

- I'm good. Yeah.
Thank you.

Excuse me, sir.

Hey!
- Police!

- I gotta go.

- Sir! Hey!
- Police!

- Cuff him, Juarez.
- Yeah.

- Hey, Randy.

Randy, you OK?

- Yeah,
but my bell is really ringin'.

- What the hell happened
to his accent?

- What are you talking about?

Schnitzel, strudel,
Schwarzenegger.

What is happening to me,
John Nolan?

I sound so flat, so bland,
so...

American.

- I wanted to keep
my MO unpredictable,

so I killed men and women.

I just buried the dudes
in a different area.

Didn't want them...mingling.

- All the men were strangled,
but the women were bludgeoned.

- I like to mix it up.

- What about the needles?

You want us to believe
that you only injected the men

with foreign substances
and not the women?

- Oh, well, the men were there
for a very different purpose.

They were there to be
tortured physically,

whereas with the women,
it was much more...

psychological.

- OK, so let's go case by case.

As we said before,
all the men were strangled.

Is that right?
- Yes.

Wait. No.

This dude,
I want to say his name was...

Conrad?

Conrad almost got away from me.

So I had to...

Kill him with a hatchet
I kept in my car.

- That information
was never released,

not even to the family.

- I can see that you want
more specifics.

OK.

Victim number one,
Grant Nogales,

only one that I actually
knew personally.

I would see him when I was
a patient at Westview,

restocking the snack machine
when Glasser had a day off.

Second was just some
homeless guy I abducted

out of an encampment
on Sepulveda.

Oh, there he is.

Poor JJ.

Now, this one, mm...

Is not mine.

Nice try.

Where'd you get this,
stock photos?

Victim number three.

I picked him up by the side
of the road in Carpinteria.

Fun fact: strangled him
with his own belt,

then buried him with it.

I have a feeling that little
detail didn't make the papers.

- My best guess
is foreign accent syndrome.

How do I fix it?

- And why is he now Southern?

- It could be his brain's way

of working its way
back to normal.

Your CT scan was clean,

so there's really no immediate
medical treatment I can offer.

- But will he get better?

- Probably,
but not a certainty.

Right now, you just have
to learn to live with it.

I gotta go.
Excuse me.

- Thank you.

Well, Randy,
I know, even for you,

this is a little weird.

- I'm lost, John Nolan.

Without my accent,
I'm just another generic,

handsome beefcake
in Los Angeles.

- Nolan, go to channel 11.

- Go for Nolan.
- You still with Randy?

- Guten Tag.

- Listen, the contact details
you gave us

for the woman who hired you
are a literal dead end.

She died of a stroke
two years ago.

- Do you think I was hired
by a ghost? Over.

- No.
- No.

- Let me get this straight.

Randy was hired
to find a con man

using dozens of aliases by
a woman who was using an alias?

- Correct.

- OK.
Just wanted to say it out loud.

Randy, you didn't verify her
identity when she hired you?

- No, you silly goose.

My clients don't hire me
to background check them.

- Right.

I'm gonna take Randy
back to the station,

have him work
with a composite artist.

I'll call you
if we find anything useful.

- I won't hold my breath.

- How's he doing?

- Same.

Still in the Zoom meeting.

- I don't know about that.

- What do you mean?

- Well, has he moved at all?

- It's frozen.

- Or it's a photo
he propped up on the camera.

- No.
- Yeah.

- Why put so much effort
into being lazy?

Wouldn't it be easier
to just do the job?

- It's his passion.

- The hell have you
got my wife into?

- I don't know what
you're talking about.

- You had her knock on a door.

Now she's being surveilled.

- How do you know that?

- That's a story
for another time.

More importantly, what are
you and Garza gonna do

to ensure her safety?

- Everything.

I'll call Garza right now
and come up with a plan.

- OK, but he's gonna
see this as an opportunity

to stalk the stalkers.

I am telling you

her safety is more important
than any investigation

you got her wrapped up in.

- I hear you.

I'll make this right.

I'm sorry. We never intended
to put her in danger.

- Harrison Novak
has seen Glasser's file.

That--that is the only way

that he can know
all of these details.

- I'm telling you, first
Malcolm dosed Ryan Dearbourne,

and now he's somehow
convinced Novak to come in

with this false confession.

- Malcolm Walsh was
just brought up to speed

on the Novak confession.

And he didn't
rub it in my face.

- Because he knew
it was coming in

and he didn't want
to overplay his hand.

- Any luck tying him
to Novak in prison?

- Nothing direct, but Malcolm
represents two prisoners

on Novak's cell block.

It would have been easy

for him to communicate
through one of them.

- As a true crime fetishist,
Novak would have been

following the public details
of Glasser's case in the media.

All Malcolm had to do
was fill in the blanks.

- But there is
one other possibility,

a simpler path directly
from the DA's office to Novak.

- Novak has been
representing himself,

which means he would have
been dealing directly

with the ADA
prosecuting his case

to negotiate his plea deal.

- Are you saying that Vivian
was the one

to spill the Glasser secrets?

I can't--

I mean, look,
Vivian can be ruthless,

but conspiring
with a serial killer

to put another killer back
on the street?

That's beyond
her usual dirty tricks.

- Is it, though?

She was running for DA
unopposed.

She had the job in the bag,

and then you jumped
in front of her path.

And now she's gotta get you
out of the way quick.

- Desperate times
call for desperate measures.

- An emergency hearing
was just scheduled

with Judge Sinclair to discuss

the admissibility
of Novak's confession.

- I bet a million dollars
that Malcolm had that request

teed up and ready to go.

I'm gonna lose Glasser
and the DA's race.

- You don't know that.

Judge Sinclair
is a straight shooter,

and we're not done fighting.

- Yeah.
You're right.

I gotta swing by the office
to work on my argument.

- Wish me luck.
- Good luck.

- I can't believe
this is really happening.

Glasser is on the verge
of going free.

- Wesley will find a way
to stop it.

He has to.

- Officer Chen.

- Hi.
- I'm Joan Carpio.

Martin was my brother.

- Ma'am, I'm sorry, but this
conversation is not happening.

- You killed my brother.

I want to know why.

- Yeah. I-I had--

I had no choice. I--

- Sergeant Chen, can you
give us a minute, please?

- Ma'am, you can't speak
to Sergeant Chen

while this investigation
is ongoing.

- My brother is dead.

I need to know why he died.

Martin was a good person, OK?

He was a kind person.
He was not a killer.

- OK, ma'am.

I'm sorry, but you're gonna
have to get back in your car,

and you're gonna need
to leave.

Look, I am sorry
that that happened.

- How could she not know?

- The families of the
Westview victims were briefed

on the contamination and the
subsequent violent behavior.

But that briefing was limited.

- She needs to know
that I was defending myself.

- She never saw her brother
in that altered state.

She can't imagine
the killer he became.

- Well, then show her
my body cam footage.

I mean, it's right there.

- When that footage
is disclosed

is up to the
department lawyers.

- This was obviously
very upsetting.

Maybe you should consider
clocking out for the day.

- Stop.

We're on the job right now.

I don't need boyfriend Tim
stepping in, OK?

- Good.
'Cause he's not here.

As your watch commander,
I am telling you

you can finish your shift,

but you're not going back out
on patrol.

- OK.

- I've been going through
the list of people

our victim scammed
over the last decade.

It's long.

- How long?

- I mean, about--as of now,
about 50.

Yeah, a lot of them are
elderly, but not exclusively.

I mean, he conned anyone
he could get his hooks in.

I mean, the victims were left
with nothing.

- That's a lot of people
who wanted Charles Deacon dead.

- Mm-hmm.

- This is the woman who
hired me to find her con man.

- Maybe we should take him
back to the hospital.

- What?
It's not helpful?

- No, it's--
this is great.

I'm gonna--we're gonna
get that circulated.

Officer Juarez
was just filling us in

on the victim's victims.

- I've run them
against Deacon's aliases,

and the most interesting one
is Morgan Jones,

a stockbroker from New York.

He managed to use that identity

to land a house
in the Hamptons.

A 17-year-old girl
ended up dead in the pool

while he was having
a blowout party.

Deacon was initially
questioned by police,

but by the time they
learned he was the one

that provided the drugs that
killed her, he had disappeared.

- Who was this poor girl
who met such a tragic end?

- Paula Leonardi.

- Of the Leonardi crime family?

- Yeah.

I mean, her father is El Jefe,

or whatever they call
the boss of bosses in Italian.

- That's her,
the one who hired me.

- Are you sure?

- Right.

- So what's the plan?

- Well, our plan is to dig deep
on Grandma Leonardi

so we can get enough
for a warrant.

Your plan is to go home.

- It's not bad enough
I sound like a freak?

You would deny me
the satisfaction

of avenging my tainted honor?

- OK, nobody's denying
your tainted anything.

- This is all my fault.

I called the Fraulein
and told her exactly

where the man who killed
her granddaughter would be.

I must be involved
in making things right.

- And you will be.

It's just gonna take a minute
to get the warrant.

But when we do and it's time
to bring her into custody,

I will definitely call you.

- Smitty!

You're relieved.

- I've actually
got a food order coming.

Just text me
when it arrives.

And by the way, this stapler
was broken when I got here.

- It's simple.

I can't think of anything
more prejudicial to the jury

than to allow Harrison Novak
on the witness stand

to falsely confess to murders
he did not commit.

- Your Honor, Novak possesses
intimate details of crimes

for which my client
has been accused.

Mr. Evers is prosecuting
the wrong man.

- Liam Glasser is guilty
of those murders.

I plan to prove it in trial.

- This morning, you were
begging me to take a deal.

- Plea deal sounds like
a wonderful compromise.

- Resent the implication
that I was begging,

but the offer still stands.

- It is rejected.
- OK.

- Your Honor,
Harrison Novak's testimony

is probative
to my client's innocence.

The jury should be
allowed to hear it

and make up their own minds.

- Harrison Novak
is a convicted killer.

- A convicted killer, yes,

claiming to have murdered
more people--imagine that.

- Look, Your Honor,
Your Honor,

bottom line,
the confession's a lie.

- You can make that argument
in court, Mr. Evers.

I'm allowing it.

- Thank you, Your Honor.

No hard feelings.

- I know that you were involved
in this somehow,

and I'm gonna prove it.

- Your Honor,
I've been threatened.

- Sir, the defense counsel has
exhibited a shocking pattern

of unethical and potentially
criminal behavior

throughout this whole process.

So?
- Watch yourself, Counselor.

Making accusations
in my presence

without a clear factual basis
won't be tolerated

and can result in contempt of
court and possible sanctions.

Am I understood?

- Yes, sir.
- Great.

- I spoke with a detective

in the organized crime unit
in New York.

According to her,
Sabina Leonardi is old-school.

Avenging her
granddaughter's death

would be considered
a family obligation.

- Do we have enough to arrest?

- Well,
given Randy's head trauma,

his positive ID on Sabina won't
pass muster with the judge,

so we're pulling
flight records...

Trying to establish

that she's here in Los Angeles.

- Sorry.

Randy, can I call you back?

- You can,
but I have exciting news.

I've solved the crime.
Meet me at the motel.

- You can prove
Sabina murdered Deacon?

- Well, n-no, not yet,
but I have a bold plan.

I've invited her
to meet me in my room,

where I will get her to confess
and then

hopefully get another
Stempel to the temple

to end this accent nightmare.

- That's not bold.
That's insane.

- Well, as my great-uncle
used to say,

where wood is chopped,
splinters must fall.

Sounds better in German.
- OK, listen.

You are the only loose end
tying Sabina to the murder.

You put pressure on her,
they will kill you.

- Exactly why I alerted
my good friend John Nolan.

Better hurry up.
They're gonna be here soon.

- Any available units
in the vicinity

of the Hollywood
Premiere Motel?

- 7-Lincoln-300, affirmative.

I'm about four minutes out.

- 7-Lincoln-300,

you were advised
to remain at the station.

- Yes, sir.

I didn't want to leave patrol

without their
supervising sergeant.

What should I expect
at the motel?

- Skip Tracer Randy
in potential jeopardy.

Establish a police presence
in the parking lot.

Wait for us to arrive.

ETA ten minutes.
Do not engage.

Why, yes, Randy.

I had to avenge the death
of my granddaughter

by killing the evil man
responsible.

Why, yes, Randy.

I had to avenge the death
of my granddaughter

by killing the evil man
responsible.

Oh.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. OK.

Greetings.

Where is the lovely Sabina?

Oh, there you are.
Please, come on in.

Oh, maybe I'd rather be alone.

- What happened to your voice,
Randy?

- Well, you see, it's called
foreign accent syndrome.

You see, I sustained
a blow to the head.

Oh, maybe that cured me?

Oh, no. What is that?

Might you be able
to hit me again

but, this time,
a little harder?

- He talks again, shoot him.

That'd cure your problem
permanently.

This is your own fault, Randy.

If you had just left it alone,

I would have left you alone.

Now we're gonna take
you somewhere and kill you.

- 7-Lincoln-300.
I'm code 6 with two 415 males.

Start me another unit.

Gentlemen, I'm gonna need
to see those hands, all right?

Stop moving,
and show me your hands!

- I need an RA for a GSW.

- Police!

Drop the gun.
Show me your hands.

- Useless.

- Hands on the wall.
Spread your legs.

M-Ma'am!

- Gimme a sec.

I'm about to have
a heart attack.

- Yeah, and I will call
an ambulance if you do.

But right now, I need
your hands on the wall.

- OK, OK.

Like this?
- Lean on the wall.

- Yes, ma'am.

- Let's go.

Randy, hey, you OK?

John Nolan!

I have never been happier

to be smashed in the brain!

Oh, ah.

I have a headache.

- Yeah, let's--

let's go--
let's go get that looked at.

- Oh, OK.

Hey, how many fingers
am I holding up?

- Two.
- Mm. So you're fine.

- No, no. I'm great.
- Hey, what happened today?

Hey, how's he doing?

- Wunderbar.

Dr. Ashton thinks
my brain bleed fixed my accent.

- That sounds serious.

- I'm hoping
he won't need surgery,

but we're closely monitoring
for worsening conditions

such as headaches, nausea,
slurred speech.

- My speech is perfect.

Listen.

What?

- I might order another CT.

- That's your call.

But I'm--I'm pretty sure
that's Randy's baseline.

- You disobeyed
a direct order.

- The order was wrong
and patronizing.

- I warned you this morning.
Don't push to failure.

- And I didn't.

I was thrown,
as anyone would have been.

But I handled it.

You just didn't trust me.

- You make a good point.

- I know. I--

and I know that you're
just worried about me

and wanting to protect me.

I know that.

- But I wasn't listening,
and I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry too.

- All right.
So what do you need?

- You're not gonna like this,

but I need to talk
to Martin Carpio's sister.

She deserves to know exactly
what happened with her brother.

- Look, I mean, you know all
the reasons why you shouldn't.

But it's your decision.

- I am trying to be a good cop
and follow all of the rules.

But in order for me
to be a good cop,

I-I need to be
a good human first,

no matter
what comes after that.

- Hey, where are the kids?

- They're in our room watching
a movie, eating too much sugar.

- Some more bad news?

- Well, the DA is dropping
all the charges

against Liam Glasser.

The Novak confession
was the final nail

in the proverbial coffin
for my boss.

- OK.

- OK, so we dig in.

We go through the case
with a fine-tooth comb

and prove that Harrison Novak
didn't commit the murders.

We'll prove that Malcolm
and Vivian were involved.

And then we rearrest Glasser.

- Tomorrow morning,

I'm gonna really want
that pep talk.

But right now, I just want to

get drunk enough
to forget that Liam Glasser

is currently being released
from prison.

- What's going on?

- You're going home.

- Hmm.

- Joan, thank--thank you
so much for coming in.

- Yeah.

I-I thought you weren't
allowed to talk to me.

- I'm not.

But if I wait
for the investigation to end

and the lawyers
to work everything out,

it'll be a year before you get
the answers that you need.

And after everything that
your family's been through,

I just--

I just can't go along
with that, so...

We were attacked the moment
that we landed at Westview.

About a dozen people,
including your brother,

they chased after us,
and they were so...

deranged from
this chemical exposure

that they barely seemed human.

I-I tried to hide
in this tunnel, but Martin,

he found me in there while I
was fighting somebody else off.

And before I could react,
he was on top of me,

trying to drive a knife
into my chest.

And I thought--

I thought that I was gonna die,
and--and I almost did.

But right before
the knife entered, I was--

I managed to twist it
away from me, and--

and--and it went into him.

There was no mercy

in his eye--like,
there was no humanity.

He--he wasn't there.

And whatever it was
that poisoned him,

you know,
it robbed him of that.

I'm--

I'm so sorry
about what happened.

But, you know, if I--

I would be dead
if I hadn't fought back.

I'm--

- I believe you.

Thank you for being honest.

- Yeah.

- I need to come in.
I got fresh intel--

how deep Everett's reach
extends into the Pentagon.

We need to compare notes
in person.

I'll be on the red-eye home.

- She set the trap.

- Now we see
who follows her home.

- What the hell
are you doing here?

- Nyla.

I can only imagine
how upset you must feel,

so...

I brought doughnuts.

It's my way of saying
no hard feelings.

Careful.

Last conversation we had
by this van got you demoted.

Now, I am gonna go
and get my life back on track.

You want the doughnuts or not?

Hmm?

It's your loss.

Got jelly.

- Glasser.

This isn't over.

- Damn it.